PART II
CHAPTER THREE
READERS: The story will be more enjoyable if you read Part I, but if you didn't, here is a synopsis as to what was presented.
This is a continuing story about two childhood friends, Ruth Brown and Naomi Lyons, that is where the biblical similarity to Ruth and Naomi ends. They unexpectedly and unplanned got involved after Naomi's husband had abused her, forcing her to commit several sexual acts to which she was opposed. Her friend Ruth visited her and found her mentally and physically derelict and on the verge of a nervous break-down, took her to her home to protect her. While there, Naomi gave birth to the baby, conceived while married, knowing that neither she nor her husband knew who the father was.
Ruth took care of her, and they became lovers.
The story continues addressing their budding romance, the rearing of their child and issues that they face as a lesbian couple, even though both were actually bisexual. It also chronicles their involvement with their parents and men as well.
We begin as Naomi's "water" has broken and Ruth is taking her to the hospital....
With a bath towel, I dried between her legs, she put on a bra and a pair of grandma panties, threw an oversized sweat suit on and we grabbed her prepacked hospital bag. I kissed her belly for luck, and we headed for the hospital. On our way there, her contractions began, and she winced as they increased in severity. I went with her to the labor room, and they hooked up her IVs and we waited.
Four hours later, they rolled her seven-pound, two-ounce, caramel-colored baby girl onto her stomach, screaming her head off. Naomi hugged her to her breast lovingly and looked at me. We both smiled knowing now what race the baby's father was.
She named her Jennifer Joyce Lyons. Knowing that she was not going to have her husband's last name for long, she used her own last name. We immediately began calling her "JJ."
I called Naomi's mom and told her, and she said that she would be on her way. I let my mom know too that Naomi's husband had left her, and she was with me. Her dad and mine, and both our moms drove up to the hospital the next day. Three days later she and her healthy baby girl were released and came to my house where we all stayed.
Our mothers took over when we returned to the house, making sure that the baby was properly bathed, changed, fed and that we were comfortable caring for a newborn.
Our dads decided to check out Disney World together the next day, leaving us with our moms. I suggested to Naomi that it was a good time for us to tell them about our new relationship.
While the baby slept, we told them that we had some news and wanted to talk with them.
Naomi started by telling our moms about the separation that had occurred between she and her husband and that he had been abusing her. As a result, she was now living with me. She went on to tell them that we had developed feelings for each other that were unplanned and that we had more than a casual relationship.
She paused, awaiting a response from her mom who looked at my mom. They both shrugged their shoulders and asked,
"So, what's the news?"
Naomi looked at them and then at me and said,
"You know?"
"Of course, we know," my mom said, "We've known for a long time that you two had a special bond and it was only a matter of time before you realized it! We saw how you two have been looking at each other in the hospital and here at home and we knew that it had happened.
Even your dads know!"
"Well, I'll be-e a m-m-monkey's uncle," Naomi stuttered.
"Wait a minute!" Naomi's mom said to her, "you don't think that the asshole that you married just left because he was afraid of you, did ya?"
"He didn't?" I queried.
"Nah, your dads threatened to break his legs and cut his dick off if he didn't disappear out of your life forever!" Naomi's mom said.
"My dad?" I gawked.
"Especially your dad," my mom added, "he threatened to yank his balls off and stuff them up his ass for the things that he was making Naomi do! We knew that you would take care of her and figured that the rest would happen on its own!"
Naomi and I looked at each other and broke out laughing.
The baby awoke and started crying in the bassinette and Naomi's mom turned to my mom and said,
"C'mon Joyce. This aint nuthin' but old news. Let's go check on our grandchild!"
A week later, we were on our own, as our parents had returned to Sarasota. There was no butch and femme role in our relationship, but we fell easily into our own areas of responsibility. I took care of most of the business affairs, and she ran the house. We both took care of "JJ," shared the big decisions that had to be made, and settled comfortably into our new life.
Sexually, however, whoever wanted what, initiated it. She took me as often as I took her. Many is the morning I have been awakened by her head bobbing between my thighs and having to cover my face with a pillow so as not to scream and wake the baby.
We dressed as we felt. She wore skirts and yoga pants and blouses and so did I. On our free time we both often wore blue jeans and a T-shirt. She has molested me often in public, feeling me up in the movies, in our car or wherever she felt the urge and did not make too much of a public show of our affection. I have done the same. She just seemed to naturally defer to me most times, which was natural because she enjoyed being submissive.
The one thing that I required of her and to which she totally acquiesced, was that if she wore a dress or a skirt, when she was out with me, she did not wear panties. At home neither of us did! I wanted her to feel that she was always accessible to me. I think that she loved the wanton way it made her feel to know that she had no panties on in public, and we were the only ones who knew it, unless an inadvertent gust of wind blew her skirt up, exposing her naked privates, which has happened, to her embarrassment, a time or two.
After we had been living together for about six months and were relaxing after a hot session of love making, I asked her if she was not having an urge for some man dick. She laughed and told me that she was going to ask me the same question. To me, that meant that she was.
"How would you like to handle it?" I asked.
"I don't know," she said, "I don't think I feel comfortable with a man here, but I don't want to leave you either."
"I was thinking the same thing," I said. "I don't know how workable this would be," I told her, "but one way is, for us to be involved with the same man."
She thought about it for a moment and then smiled.
"You know," she said, "that might be the solution. Let's think about it."
Two weeks later, after I had bathed "JJ" and put her down for the night, we were sitting in the den watching the news. Actually, I was sitting, she was lying in her favorite position, with her head in my lap. A news item discussing polygamy and polyamory began. She turned to me and said,
"Have you any thoughts about our situation?"
"I have been thinking about it," I said.
"Any ideas on how we should proceed?" she asked.
"We could try having a threesome with a guy and see how it works. If we both like him and he likes us, then perhaps he could join us on a permanent basis."
"I don't know," she paused.
She raised her head from my lap and continued,
"I don't know if you realize it, but in these last few months, I have fallen deeply in love with you. I don't want anything or anybody to come between us. You have saved my life, given me nothing but love and been always there for me and although we don't have a D/s relationship, I want to belong to you, and you only"
Then she looked at me and grinned and said,
"That doesn't mean that I don't need a little dick every now and then, but I don't want to mess us up."
