Goodbyes

The Bridge -- Chapter Three -- Sometimes Goodbyes are Easy -- Like Never

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author.

This work is a slow burn, but will, at times, contain instances of pregnancy, interracial sex, lesbianism, romance, affection and tattoos. There is also a fair amount of action, heroism and family love and fun, down the road. But there will be instances of raw sex and violence.

Now in the Lesbian Sex category, formerly in the Interracial Sex Category and will probably move around as it progresses. Which it will do if enough people like it and comment on it.

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Sometimes Goodbyes are Easy -- Like Never

My super cell said 7:47 when I awoke. The Barrys were already out of bed and getting into their running outfits. I asked them to please wait for me while I brushed up, put my hair up into a ponytail, and got into mine. Patiently they waited and off we went to put in a solid five miles around the perimeter of one of the many golf courses in this resort town. We ran three abreast with George in the middle. The black king with his white queens. They were happy that I could keep up the pace with them. Together they did many charity runs, most of them 10k, so five miles was not a big deal for them.

Before we left for our run, I saw George giving one of the cleaning staff something. It looked like money. Must have been because when we arrived back at our rooms everything was clean and fresh. And it smelled like sunshine.

The three of us jumped into the oversized shower off the master bedroom and cleaned each other off. While Mary and I finished drying our hair and putting on our faces, George was busy on the phone. As soon as we came out dressed, he hung up, and we went to breakfast. They had what they called a Lumberjack's Special at the hotel, so we each had one of those. Three eggs, real bacon, lots of home fries and a pair of pancakes with real maple syrup, with toast made from bread that they baked on the premises. We finished everything. I all but licked the plate.

The three of us sat in the hotel lobby and just chatted. We had some unfinished business to take care of. Mary and I were well taken care of after last night, but nobody had tended to George since he arrived here and I was certain it had been a while since Mary tended to his business, given her proclivities.

"George," I said, "why don't we go upstairs, and I can, ya know, lighten you up before we get on with our day."

Mary stared me down like I was committing a crime.

"Not without me, you don't."

I was a bit startled. I figured she would be fine with me taking care of her business for her and giving her a chance to relax before the three of us went out on the town. She stood up and grabbed each of us by a hand, pulling us up and toward the elevator. On the way up, she wrapped herself around George and kissed him deeply. Not a very lesbian thing to do. When we got to our floor, she was marching ahead of us, leading the way to our room with great determination.

When the door closed behind us, she grabbed me and with her body wrapped around mine; she held me against it. Much kissing ensued, and like last night, I was really heating up. She pointed at George and gave him a look that was not to be denied.

"You. Get undressed and get your ass on the bed. NOW!"

He did not hesitate and took his clothes off as Mary undressed me and herself virtually at the same time. Clothing was strewn everywhere. George finished first and sat up in the bed on propped-up pillows. Mary dragged me to the foot of the bed and pulled me into a sixty-nine position and went to town on my pussy. Just like last night, it felt pretty damned good, so I returned the favor in kind.

It was getting pretty hot and heavy when George called out, "Hey, I thought this was supposed to be about me today."

We detached and climbed up and double teamed his dick. We licked and sucked from his perineum to the tip of his glans. He was oohing and ahhing after a while, but it was Mary who made the next move, which surprised the hell out of me.

"Alright, bitch, step aside and let me ride this pony."

I looked at her in shock that she, now an avowed lesbian, would want to stick a cock in her.

"B-b-but..." I stuttered.

"No buts. Even a lesbian needs a bit of dick now and then. You'll get your turn soon enough."

So, I sat back and watched as she mounted him and rode him cowgirl style. And ride him, she did. They were a beautiful couple, his chocolate brown skin against her porcelain white, blonde hair waving around as she bounced up and down on him.

"Come here, Hannah, sit on his face and come kiss me."

I could not refuse the invitation, more of an order, from this powerhouse of a woman. So, I set my moist pussy on his mouth and kissed her on hers. This was her show, and she had total control, but everyone was getting very stimulated. And George's tongue felt so good in and around my now soaking wet pussy. All I wanted to do right now was to change places with Mary, but she was not giving that cock up so quickly, continuing to ride it like she was a thoroughbred heading down the home stretch. Lesbian, my ass, I thought.

I was really getting off on George's tongue when Mary called out, "Change. I want you on top," she insisted of him. So, she pulled my arms, and I was thoughtlessly cast aside as George got on top of her and hammered into her pussy. He must have pounded her for ten minutes, her legs cast into the air and her arms clinging to his back. The sounds that came from that woman made me wonder if she was okay. She most definitely was.

During the final moments of their lovemaking, they kissed deeply, but he never stopped battering her with that fine black cock of his. She came and came and came. I could almost feel the aftershocks on the bed as I sat there on its edge, hoping that I would get a turn before he blasted her pussy full of cum. But it was not to be. Not now, at least.

As they got close to the end of their savage lovemaking, they were sweating profusely, and I could almost see the steam coming off their bodies. Mary had her arms wrapped around him and her legs straight up in the air when she screamed out and came for the last time. A minute later, George stiffened up and pumped into her a little more gently a few times and collapsed beside her. Then came the shocker.

"Hannah," Mary said. "Come clean me up."

I got up to go into the en suite to get a washcloth, and she stopped me.

"No, Hannah, come here. Clean me up with your mouth. It will give you the chance to enjoy George's seed and the sweetness of my pussy all at once."

I was too shocked to move. Sure, I had tasted George's cum after we'd had sex, but never from Mary's pussy. I just looked at her and looked at him.

"Come on girl," she said, "get to steppin'. This pussy ain't gonna lick itself."

So, I did what the good handmaiden I had become does. I got down between her legs as she lay up against George on the bed, and ate her clean, until she achieved yet another climax. When all was said and done, the three of us got into the large shower off the master bedroom and cleaned ourselves up. George brought me off with his fingers in the middle of our ablutions and that took the edge off. For now.

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That visit when Mary broke my lesbian cherry started me down a road with Mr. & Mrs. Barry that was filled with pleasure and fraught with pain. The first trimester of that pregnancy was maybe the very best time of my life, especially toward the end. I experienced no pain or sickness of any kind. I didn't even have morning sickness. And the sex, well, it was off the charts. Better than I'd ever had with anybody. Thy would come to visit me every two or three weeks during that time, and what we did to each other easily held me until their next visit. Although, by the time they would return, I was revved up and ready to go. Mary was the greatest beneficiary of the changes I was experiencing. By the time I hit the second trimester, I was a full-blown bisexual. She and I could go for hours at a time, to the point of exhaustion. I knew every fold of her sweet pussy, and she knew all the buttons to push when it came to mine.

My baby bump first developed during the middle of my second trimester, which slowed George's roll a bit. There was no more of the aggressive, pounding earth shattering sex we'd had previously. But he satisfied me in a different way. He was gentle and easy on me and provided the tender touch I needed. Mary, on the other hand, didn't stop plowing into me until I was very much into the third trimester. Just her touch made me quiver. Her kisses could make me wet and eager with desire.

If my first pregnancy was filled with frustration due to the lack of sex and human contact, this one was quite the opposite. I was always turned on. So much so that during the times I was not with the Barrys, I found companionship elsewhere. But not with men. The only cock on my block was George's big black one. And truly, that was enough for me. Fortunately, a surprising number of the women who worked as surrogates were lesbian or bisexual. Even some girls who were completely straight would succumb to the advances of a pretty lesbian in their second trimester, when the horneys hit you really hard.

As I moved through my third trimester, Mary would visit more often and George not so much. Especially when the sex of the baby was determined to be a female, which was Mary's wish. George wanted a boy to carry on his name and maybe be a baseball player like he was, but it was not to be. When I told him that maybe our next one would be a boy, he smiled, feeling reassured he would get another chance, and the opportunity to prolong our relationship.

Birthing babies is never easy, but compared to the first one, it was a breeze. And quickly. I delivered an eight-pound, one ounce baby girl in a little over two hours. Little Georgia Peach Barry. Her mother was there throughout the entire process, her father was not. He did, however, show up the next day beaming at his adorable pecan colored, curly blonde-haired, green-eyed girl. She was a knockout from minute one. And when they cleaned her up and put her in my arms, I knew there was no other baby in all the world as beautiful as she. Alex Murph paled in comparison; no pun intended. I was really looking forward to taking care of this baby. Then they snatched her from me and right to Mary she went. And that's where she stayed until feeding time.

As before, the next day I was released from the hospital and went back to Bridge House to spend the night. I got my shower with the girls and spent the evening laughing and crying with them. We had our little going away party in Tammy's room. Miss Tammy Anton was an avowed lesbian who said she was only into surrogacy for the money. Three months into her third pregnancy, her first with a mixed-race couple. She said that this time was the first time she truly enjoyed the sex. It took her two rounds to make it happen, and she had no problem with that whatsoever. She made no bones about it that if she does it again, and she intends to, it will be with an interracial couple.

When the Barrys came to pick me up the following morning from Bridge House, there was a fourth adult with them in the limo they rented to take us home to their place. Louisa was an RN who would be with us for the next two weeks to both see to the health and welfare of their newborn and to look after me until I healed from the birth.

I think they lived no more than an hour from Bridge, but because I slept most of the way, I couldn't tell you. Louisa woke me somewhere mid trip to feed the baby, but once she was burped and settled down, I handed her right back to the nurse and fell back to sleep. The birth really took it out of me, and I just needed my rest for now. Having someone to relieve me for the next two weeks would really help and when I took over as secondary caretaker, I was in much better shape to take care of Georgia.

The Barrys lived in the country, in a beautiful mansion of a home. It was an area where many well-to-do people lived to escape the confines and hustle and bustle of the city. They had a man and a woman living in, who took care of housekeeping, maintenance and, in this day and age, of course, security. The security company took care of the heavy lifting in that department. The room they used as a nursery was large enough to house three babies and had every imaginable convenience, as well as twenty-four-hour surveillance.

Mary spent a considerable amount of time with Georgia and in no time, they were bound to each other. Motherhood suited her and as far as she was concerned, the sun rose and set on her little Georgia Peach. George doted over her, but Mary was in a whole different league. But she didn't seem nearly as jealous of my ties to the baby as June Murph had, and gave me free rein to take care of her as I saw fit. It was nice to be more than just a set of tits. Although I was that too, having increased in bust size from a little more than a B to a full C cup. And for Georgia, my cup runneth over. Sometimes she took it straight from the boob and sometimes we pumped.

For the first eight weeks I spent in their home, sex was not even in the back of my mind. It took a while for the soreness to abate and whenever I looked in the mirror; I saw someone I wouldn't want to fuck. Fat and dumpy with a bulbous nose, and a head full of runaway emotions, I spent every hour I could gently working out, taking care of Georgia and pursuing online courses toward my nursing degree. Every couple of weeks, the Barrys had a masseuse come in and tune them up. They allowed me to take part in this activity as well.

For the first three months after Georgia was born, George pretty much left me alone. I ate with the housekeeper and maintenance man, only occasionally taking meals with the Barrys, who I found to be warm and welcoming. The little girl kept me hopping and my days were pretty much full. When I was not busy with her, I would hit the books, assist Bertha, the housekeeper, with her duties and sometimes the cooking. But my nights were quiet and lonely. That is, until one night, after we'd all had massages, George came to me and brought something I was craving. Him.

George had been more out than in lately, working with one of the TV networks during the baseball season. He was doing primarily color analysis during home games and although they didn't show him much, you'd hear that mellifluous baritone of his. Whenever I could, I would put the games on either to watch or as background while I did chores. Just to hear George's voice. I found it a real turn on and it made me miss him more. So, when he came into my room and approached me, I was easy pickin's.

"How are you feeling, Hannah?"

"Great, George, living here with you folks has made it easy for me to heal and I'm getting closer to my fighting weight every day. I'm still not allowed to run or fully exercise, but I'll get there, and when I do, just you wait."

"I don't want to wait, Hannah. How are you feeling, you know, down there?"

"About now I'm feeling like I could use some sweet, gentle loving down there. But from nobody but you."

He almost knocked me over when he threw his arms around me and pulled me to him. We kissed gently and rubbed our lips together. Then I stuck my tongue down his throat and went for it. We stood in the middle of my room, making out for the longest time. Then he kissed me while he undressed me. I was embarrassed about my body, but he shushed me and told me I was beautiful. He kissed my neck, my breasts and stopped at my tummy, which was still distended from the pregnancy and lingered there kissing all around it. Then he kissed my vagina and looked up at me. "Lay down, Hannah. I'll only be a minute. I lay on the bed, my head on pillows and watched as he stood there undressing. It was a body I knew and one that I missed.

When he finally dropped his boxers, I crawled down to the foot of the bed, grabbed his cock and took it in my mouth. Standing at the foot of the bed, he oohed and ahhed as I sucked and licked and in every way tended to the organ I'd missed so much. Then, with him fully erect, I lay down on my back and cast my arms out toward him. "Come, George. Take me."

Being the gem that he is, he laid down on the bed, kissed me on my belly and then buried his face in my vagina and gently administered to me. He was totally not aggressive, but he put just enough pressure in the right spots that my pussy got the message and purred as he licked me and sucked on my clitoris. Instead of finger banging me, he gently massaged my G-spot with just the one finger and sent me to a place I hadn't been in a while. There were no fireworks and no explosive orgasms, but it felt damned good and the sense of wellbeing that overcame me was overwhelming. Sadly, my vaginal juices just weren't flowing at their usual rate, so George excused himself and left the room.

When he came back, he had a bottle of lubricant he said he and Mary used on occasion when she was experiencing dryness, or if she was using one of her many toys. After slathering me up down there, he jumped on board and stuck that thing of his where the sun don't shine. In the beginning, it hurt. Not a lot, but it was damned uncomfortable. So, he applied more of the lube and kept going. Gently he moved in and out of me and, in a short period of time, it started to feel better. Then it felt great. I tried to pursued him to push harder, but he would not. I don't know, maybe I was not ready for earth shattering sex yet. Maybe he knew better. But I know that the sex was fantastic, and I had what I would consider a couple of mini earthquakes that rocked me enough and left me wanting more.

George continued to visit me occasionally and as time passed, the sex got better and as I started to get wet on my own, down there, he took more liberties and sent my head spinning. I could feel that he and I were making a comeback. Every time I'd see him, I'd try to lure him back to my bed, but he had a mistress I could not compete with. Baseball. And baseball season is long. Damned long.

After about six months with the Barrys, I started running again. They had a treadmill in their home gym I had been walking on, so I spent as much time on it as I could, trying to put in five miles or more each day, first walking and then bringing myself up to a trot. I also did yoga, and Mary had an instructor come in once every week for her and I. Other than those yoga sessions, she and I spent little time together. She was on the run a lot and I spent most of my waking hours with the baby, and plenty of nights as well. On rare occasions, we'd make love.

In the beginning, we spoke about me spending six months with the baby and nursing her and tending to her. As we entered the seventh month, they sat me down and made me an offer of permanent employment as Georgia's nanny. George thought that there could be no one better to tend to the child than the natural mother, and Mary gave him no argument. She wanted all the benefits of motherhood and none of the downside. They increased what they were paying me and agreed to pay my tuition while I took online courses toward my nursing degree. I was working through my Associate's degree and that was very appealing, as I was looking to pursue a B.S.N. Mary tried to get me to change my studies to education so that I might eventually help them educate and tutor the child, but I felt pediatric nursing was my calling and I wouldn't change my major.