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Okay readers this is just a little note to let you know how much I appreciate you guys. It's sort of a kick for me to know there are people out there who take the time to take a glimpse into my fantasies and stories and enjoy them right along with me. I'm sorry it took so long for me to post a continuation. As with the other chapters of this story this one could stand alone but it's better to begin at the beginning and watch the relationship grow.
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The baby was two months old before I started to get back my groove. I had expected the pregnancy fatigue but wasn't really expecting the post pregnancy exhaustion. It was something I'd seen Madison go through but either I'd forgotten the extent of her tiredness after four years or else I just hadn't been able to fully empathize because I hadn't felt it for myself. Madison was there to pick up whatever slack there was and Courtney had taken Micah for the summer.
At first we'd been reluctant to let our little girl go for two and a half months, but it was Micah who had begged and pleaded to be allowed to go with the twins to their cottage on the beach. It was in fact Micah who had asked Courtney when she'd heard the twins talking about the beach and the boardwalk and the pool, and whatever else little girls talked about.
Then before Courtney even had a chance to extend an invitation Micah had been asking Madison and I if she could go. Courtney had thought it was a great idea and as my best friend I fully trusted her (and the nanny she'd hired) with my daughter but I still wasn't ready to let my baby girl be gone for the whole summer so we'd compromised and decided of a four week visit.
Micah's heart was broken when the twins and family left without her but she got over it soon enough when the baby was born only days after their departure. I'd expected her to be jealous of and mean to her little sister at least initially but apparently she had gotten past that because once she saw the child she couldn't have been any more proud and loving if she'd been the girl's mother.
At first she'd thought Zenobia was her own personal baby doll, she'd quickly tired of the baby's crying and spitting up and being smelly but she still liked to hold her and look at her and kiss her and she especially liked to stand next to me in a chair while I bathed the baby in the kitchen sink.
By the time July rolled around Micah was in tears over leaving the baby but she still wanted to go. Madison and I had driven the four hours it took to get to Courtney and Ankur's cottage. Apparently the term cottage had grown to mean mini mansion on the beach.
Courtney the kids and the nanny who's name I could never quite pronounce were just walking
back from the beach when we pulled into the circular driveway in front of the house. Courtney's husband Ankur only made it out to the house every other weekend so he wasn't even on the premises. I liked him, had even grown to be friends with him over the years, he was a nice guy and he truly loved Courtney, and his daughters. I could see it in the way he looked at them, like he'd fly to the , moon just to collect stars for them. He was just starting his own private practice so he couldn't spend as much time with them as he wanted but to his credit he was always arranging his schedule to allow as much time with them as he could.
Courtney and the girls entered the house through the back door as the maid was letting Madison Nobi Micah and I into the front door. The three girls ran to greet each other in a fit of squeals and giggles, Courtney and I did much of the same although with slightly less squealing and giggling. She took the baby seat out of my hands and set it on the floor, before picking up the baby. Madison had returned to the car to get our bag. She and I would be spending a few nights before returning home.
I'd been with Madison for nearly seven years if you counted all the time I'd spent with her while I was still in highschool (which I did) and Courtney was just getting to the point where she was fully comfortable around my Mrs. I think it had something to do with Madison having once been her teacher as well, the age difference between Madison and I was actually smaller than the years that separated her and her husband and she seemed to have no trouble coping with that.
In the first year or so after highschool we'd rarely discussed my relationship with Madison, I don't think either of us was comfortable going there, then after so much time had passed the whole topic just seemed awkward especially after the graduation present the two of them had conspired to give me.The present itself also could have contributed to the slight tension that seemed to surround the subject or presence of Madison, although I wasn't quite sure about that since Courtney had no problem talking about that time in our lives.
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Summer had officially started and I felt as though I was really and truly an adult, I had a highschool diploma, and a college acceptance letter thanks to early admission, and although I didn't know it at the time the school of my choice wasn't the school I was going to be attending. I was happy for the first time in my life. I hadn't realized that I was unhappy before, the new fullness that love had brought to my life made me realize how it had satisfied a hunger I wasn't even aware of. Not just on a romantic level but in a different way that I wouldn't be able to define for years. My father's emotional absence wounded me deeper than his physical absence.I knew he loved me or at least I knew it like I knew I was supposed to love him because he was my father.He had supported me financially but he'd never cared or at least he never showed me that he cared.
It was a relief to know that now there was someone out there who cared whether I came home at night or how I'd spent my day, someone who was willing to object to the stench of all the bullshit I could shovel up and moreover someone who wanted what was best for me instead of wanting the best of me. Madison became my family long after she'd become my lover and for that I was grateful. Her presence filled all the voids in my heart my mind and my life. And then there was of course the sex, she satisfied me and was always showing me something new which I guess is why I wasn't shocked when she got me a girl for graduation. As much as I loved her and wanted her she never dismissed my desires for other women, I'd been surprised that I was still attracted to other girl's somehow I'd thought that being in love would somehow eliminate all my carnal desires for other people but that wasn't the case.
While the fact that she'd gotten me a girl I was surprised at who the girl was. When Madison called me on my cell phone and told me to meet her at her at the Hilton room 722 ready for anything I had a much different scenario in my mind than the one that unfolded once I got there.
Still I was down for whatever and I dressed like I was going to get fucked, which is exactly where I was going but once again not quite the way I was thinking. I showered and dressed. It was already ferociously hot outside so I donned an almost indecently short denim mini skirt that had been splattered with pink paint and paired it with a low cut pink halter top that barely covered my breasts. I started to pull my hair back just because it was so damned hot but I knew Madison liked it down despite or maybe because of its wild appearance.