Upbeat cheery music filled every corner of Yvonne's big house. With my curvy Sarah in my arms, I laughed as I watched Isaac get his dance on with lithe, beautiful Dakota, showing her his favorite dances from Fortnite.
"Wooo!" Yvonne cheered him on. She was arm in arm with London, Dakota's twin sister, while in another corner of the living room, my college-aged babysitter Jessica shimmied with Jenna. So many beautiful women. So much laughter. So much awkward thirty-something white guy shuffling.
I might have been great in the bedroom but I was utter shit at dancing. Thankfully, my Sarah didn't care, and we rocked together, her butt to my groin, my hands around her waist.
As far as sendoffs could go, that was a spectacular night. Isaac and I would be flying out the next day for a weeklong Thanksgiving vacation back in Mitchell. It would be our first since my divorce, and anxious didn't begin to describe my feelings about it, but with my five girlfriends and Jessica, an occasional friend with benefits, helped me relax in the best way possible.
Along one wall was a buffet of bite-sized appetizers and lighter fare. We wanted to do a dinner together, but Isaac and I weren't the only ones facing down multiple Thanksgivings that week. There came a point, as blasphemous as it seemed to me, when turkey became too much. We settled on a potluck, with everyone bringing something they loved. Isaac even contributed, helping me make fried mozzarella puffs. That one got to me. My ex-wife Tina used to make those for every special occasion or family get-together, and Isaac would gobble them down almost exclusively. Tonight, though, he ignored them almost entirely, trying everything my girlfriends and Jessica brought.
We danced, and when we were worn down, we grabbed more food, more drinks, and settled at Yvonne's big formal dining room table, the music lower.
Jenna took up a spot next to Isaac and asked him pointedly, "So. Stuffed mushrooms. Yay? Nay?"
"Definitely yay," he said.
She gave him a one-armed hug. It was rare for her to be physically affectionate with him. Jenna told me early on in our relationship she had no intent on becoming a stand-in for his mother, and I always assumed that meant she would sooner or later end things with us. I harbored a secret desire that she would change our mind and the group dynamic would never change. Then again, I also wanted a normal relationship with a woman I couldn't have, my ex-sister-in-law Morgan. I was a confused mess, but a happy one. Whichever route my life took, I was sure Isaac and I would both have plenty of love in our lives.
A big part of Jenna's buoyancy came from our blonde hostess, Yvonne. Ever since the two hooked up - with me as a happy voyeur, taking pictures and eventually joining in - they'd been inseparable. I couldn't tell you the number of times I saw Yvonne head out of Jenna's house across the street in the morning, or Jenna returning home looking sore and so very happy. The two of them had moved from friends with benefits into something approaching a real relationship, and I loved watching it play out.
That I got to participate in so many of their evenings together was icing on the cake.
That evening wasn't just about dinner, though. I did have a real date with two of my girls, Dakota and London. With both of them in college and involved in different activities, their schedules were the hardest to pin down on a week to week basis. We had to content ourselves with stolen hours here and there, usually one-on-one. Tonight, though, I was adamant on taking them out for a real date. They too were flying out the next day, back to California to see their family for Thanksgiving.
After finishing a lemon bar, I glanced at the twins and smiled. "Well, should we make our way to the brewery?"
Isaac asked, "Can I come too?"
"Aw, don't want to hang out with me?" Jessica asked.
"We were going to come over and play board games," Jenna said, and sighed dramatically. "Oh well, Sarah, Yvonne, Jessica and I will just have to go home and do nothing."
"Wait, you want to play board games?" Isaac asked. "Okay, never mind, Dad, you can go."
We helped clean up, and soon my boy was heading down the street to our house with a veritable herd of gorgeous women, staring up at each of them with his best puppy dog eyes. I chuckled and pulled both Dakota and London to me to kiss their cheeks.
I tended to think of them as you've noticed, "the twins," as though they were one entity. But the truth is, of course, they were far more complicated and magical than just that. For example, their father, who helped pioneer special effects technology that would eventually make him a millionaire, taught them first the value of hard work, but also doted upon his wonderful daughters, as I imagine just about any father would. So long as they kept their grades up in college, they were the beneficiaries of a handsome trust fund, keeping them in a gorgeous ranch-style house on our block and providing them a lot of creature comforts.
But that didn't make them soft or greedy or any of that. London and Dakota both worked their asses off in school, Dakota in pursuit of a physical therapy degree, London going for a double major in theater and mass communications, with the intent of going into public relations for a future branch of her father's company.
Dakota has always had a duality to her, a brash outer streak that led to her being a natural leader with her volleyball team and a submissive, softer sexual side that rivaled Sarah in our group. I wanted to get the two together sometime, and really let my dominant side out to play. Definitely food for thought later.
London, on the other hand, is joyfully crazy in a lot of ways. When we first hooked up, she didn't give a damn that we were being watched by her theater friends. A week later, she wanted to try sex in my truck, an awkward affair neither one of us enjoyed but which led to a memorable audible on the play when I guided her out of the truck and laid her out on the cargo bed, legs dangling off the tailgate while I ate her out. Now that she enjoyed, and the fact that we were in a car park where anyone could have walked by, she really liked. She's also sweet and protective of her sister as well as everyone else in the group, including my Isaac.
The brewery was London's pick for our trio date night. As I mentioned, she was very much into the arts, and the brewery was hosting a sip and paint event. We were going to paint a landscape or a clown or something and drink. Not a bad way to spend a chilly evening, especially with two drop-dead gorgeous women on my arm.
They got carded at the door. I did not. I was still grumbling about it when the waiter brought us our first glasses of beer of the evening.
We weren't painting clowns or landscapes, but a turkey. Mine looked like a gelatinous blob of brown with some white and black things that may or may not have been feathers jutting up from his back. London's was pretty great, and Dakota was as hopeless as I was. She did get a wildly creative idea though and snickered her way through adding a man in the background holding an axe over his head. Our painting guide, a balding man in his sixties, was less than amused.
I thought on our way back to their place this would be one of our typical nights together when both of them were around. I would sleep with one, and the other would sometimes watch from the periphery, playing with herself but not touching. London came close, once, during my first time with Dakota. It was a crazy week, one that saw me taking the asses of each of my girlfriends. When it was Dakota's turn, we more or less started an orgy, and I was distracted by a lot of young, perky boobs. While Dakota waited for me to untangle myself, London had very nearly prepared her sister's ass for me. The sight of her fingers gleaming with lube left me with a lot of questions about the twins' sexuality at the time, but since then, the closest they came to touching each other was the aforementioned hot-as-hell masturbating to the lovemaking.
"Lionel?" London asked from the seat next to me. She was dressed in a soft, thick sweater I loved to touch that evening.
"Yes?" I asked, making the right onto our neighborhood.
