Saturday morning, the present...
They waited patiently on the front steps for their guests. Karen was wearing a light, crème-coloured cashmere sweater and snug jeans, along with her calf-leather boots. A light morning breeze curled through her shining bronze hair. Towering next to her, Mike had his powerful arm around his wife. He was wearing a Zeppelin shirt and jeans that stretched around his huge legs. His golden hair also rippled in the wind as his keen blue eyes looked down the long driveway.
"Won't be long now," he mused, nodding. "Who'll get here first, Mona or Lisa?"
Karen looked up at him and smiled. "We're running on the assumption that Remington has no chance whatsoever of getting here first?"
Mike shook his head. "She's always the last to show up. Remember the last visit? If she'd been any later, she would've been pregnant."
His wife giggled and nuzzled her cheek against his chest, loving his warmth. In bed, no matter how much of it she stole, he always had more. Her very own mobile nuclear reactor. Like Godzilla.
"I offered to have Glenda pick Lisa up from the airport, but she said she'd just take a taxi in. I insisted that we pay for the ride, which she eventually acceded to," Karen replied. "Traffic is heavy, so Janet might actually beat her this time."
"So you're predicting Mona, is that it?" he asked, smiling down at her.
"The important thing, husband-mine, is everything that we have to share with them," the golden-eyed goddess sighed as she looked down the driveway and saw a tiny, distant car turn onto it and begin making its way up toward the manor.
Downtown...
Alexa was sitting in the living room with Freja and Jeanie on either side of her, all three of them quietly watching her laptop screen, which had three different video windows open. Alexa's heart was pounding in her chest and her throat almost ached because it was so dry.
She was about to see and, in a sense, meet the rest of her pantheon...
Mike & Karen
Disclaimer:
All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Reviews are welcome; flames will be snickered at and deleted with extreme prejudice. Enjoy!
Please Note:
There are incest themes with a secondary couple in this story. Just a forewarning.
Chapter XXX- A Long-Awaited Reunion, Part I
There was a bit of a wait once the first car, predictably Mona's, had pulled up into the driveway. Karen reflected on how much nicer this vehicle was than the one her friend had owned when they first got to know one another, over thirty years ago. That old, beat-up Chevy, held together by rust and a prayer, louder than Archie's jalopy and belching out enough exhaust to murder the ozone layer on its own, was long gone, and her new Chevrolet, a Bolt, had glided smoothly and quietly up the long driveway. It was good to see Mona was doing well for herself, but she'd always preferred to live modestly. Her only real vice had been drinking champagne while sitting in hot tubs.
Mona parked her vehicle in a certain place and waited patiently, as was the custom. She knew they were there at the top of the steps, but she didn't look at them. She just waited, as did Mike and Karen.
Not long after, another car turned onto the property and came up the driveway. The gleaming silver-grey Porsche Boxster purred loudly as it navigated the curves of the driveway and came to a stop some distance away from Mona's car. Janet turned off the engine and simply sat back, waiting patiently. There was a tradition to maintain, after all.
The smartwatch on Karen's wrist buzzed, and she saw Janet and Mona both check their phones. It was a message from Lisa.
Two minutes out.
"I can feel your excitement, Gordon," Mike said quietly, smirking. "Do you need me to put a towel under you?"
"Very funny, big boy," Karen whispered, but her eyes were flashing with anticipation. "Oh, Michael, this will be the best reunion yet."
"On that point we both agree," he said, nodding and smiling down at her.
An airport limo-taxi appeared, trundling slowly up the driveway. Mike and Karen could see Lisa leaning forward from the back seat, pointing to the driver at exactly where he should park. He seemed confused, but given the size of the fare being charged, he wasn't about to quibble, either. He pulled into place and sat silently, as instructed.
Mike let go of his wife's hand, and with much more composure than she was feeling inside, she walked slowly down the steps to the curb, standing equidistant from the three vehicles. Mona, Janet, and Lisa all got out of their cars and stood, waiting while the cab driver pulled out Lisa's luggage, got back in his car, and drove away. Mike watched from back up on the steps, smiling, and never tiring of this ritual.
And to think that after today, it would only get better.
***
Alexa was holding her breath, her hands clasped gently over her mouth, looking through all three cameras on her screen, her eyes darting back and forth. She was ready to scream as she waited.
***
Back at the Manor, the four women began to walk toward a midpoint between them, but then broke into a run, screaming in delight as they all crashed together, laughing and crying in a giant four-way hug. They had their arms around each other and were bouncing up and down, squealing like teenage girls.
Tears flowed freely as they gave one another hugs and kisses, and looked one another up and down, babbling breathlessly about how good they looked and how wonderful it was to be together again. It all ended with another group hug, a silent pause where they just held one another, sighing in relief at being reunited.
Over thirty years since they'd met, and they still meant the world to one another. None of them could see that changing.
***
Alexa had burst into tears, crying as she watched. Freja and Jeanie began crying too.
***
The silence ended and the four dear friends began babbling and giggling, chattering excitedly about how they each looked. Mona had returned to wearing her hair in a large, curly afro, a decided change from the wavy long hair she'd sported the last time Mike had seen her. Lisa was squealing in delight and asked to touch it. Mona happily obliged, letting the redhead run her fingers through her hair while Karen and Janet laughed. The girls all gasped and fawned over Janet's new roadster, and then Mona's electric car. Karen, Mona, and Janet all laughed when Lisa, who had arrived without her own vehicle, compensated by pointing out her very economical and comfy shoes.
Arms slung around each other's shoulders or waists, they all turned and started walking back toward the front door, where Mike was waiting. Janet, predictably, broke ranks first and charged up the steps, leaping into Mike's arms and wrapping all four limbs around him. He'd barely had time to hug her before she planted a huge, wet kiss on his lips. Karen, Lisa, and Mona all laughed. Traditions were a good thing.
Janet clambered down and Mona allowed Mike to lift her into a big hug. She squealed in delight and also gave him a big, loving kiss. She giggled and wiggled around, still hugging him tight, when Lisa scowled and popped the black girl on the butt.
"Hey, some of us are waitin' for our King Kong love too, y'know!" she protested, pretending to scowl while Janet and Karen laughed. Mike put Mona down and then Lisa stood in front of him, looking way up. She was the shortest of the girls, barely clearing five feet, and Mike was nearly seven.
She took a deep breath as she did the mental calculations and trajectory in her head and then jumped, springing up into his arms, but not before accidentally bashing her nose into his sternum.
"Ow..." she said in a muffled voice as he laughed and held her tight, her legs and arms wrapped around him. Karen, Janet, and Mona were all howling with laughter at her klutziness, and everyone was relieved again that some things never changed.
***
Alexa couldn't help snickering through tears as she watched her aunt Lisa. She'd been told about her aunt's klutzy moments her whole life, and to see them in real time...
***
Mike lifted Lisa higher and she sighed in contentment as she nuzzled her cheek into his shoulder, her worries forgotten. He was the only man she'd ever trusted and felt completely safe around. She loved this man, even if she was a lesbian. He meant the world to her, just like the ladies all did. She pressed her forehead to his, then smiled at him and give him a kiss on the nose happily before getting down, the five of them standing in a small, intimate circle of best friends.
"I can't believe it's been over five years since we've all been together," Mona breathed, smiling at them all, her deep brown eyes shining. "I just... Kar, I'm so sorry I missed your dad's funeral."
"It's fine, darling," Karen said soothingly, wiping a tear from Mona's eye. "Janet made it, and was here on behalf of you and Li, so I promise you, you were here."
"It's true," Janet sniffled, smiling at Mona and leaning in to kiss her cheek, and then turning to kiss Lisa as well. "We do what we can, when we can. None of us are perfect, not even Princess and Mongo here."
"I'm... I'm sorry none of you were at my wedding," Lisa said somewhat timidly. "I mean, y'didn't miss much, it was just a civil ceremony at a courthouse with some witnesses, but I wish you all could've been there."
"Lisa Heyman-Blefary, the important thing is that you're here now, and we can make up for it, even give you a bridal shower or doe party," Karen said, smiling and stroking her hand through her friend's red hair. It was still red, but there was a small, attractive streak of grey running through it on one side. "Although
that's
new."
"Welcome to lesbian life in small-town Idaho," Lisa sighed, making the other three women snicker.
