Sorry this has taken so long. Battling a bit of writer's block. Will try to get next one out sooner.
Not a lot of conventional sex, but a lot of plot development. The sex is there, just not spelled out. Hope you enjoy. Jb7
To recap: Sara has just met Maggie, who, in applying sun block, with Anna's help, gives her a tremendous orgasm. As Sara recovers, she hears Mike arrive home for lunch.
Chapter 7
Part LXXX
Suddenly, Sara's face blanched. "I can't let him see me like this. I have to go put something on," she cried.
"Sara!" Anna laughed. "You've had sex with the man. Isn't it a little late to be concerned about nudity?"
"That was with the lights out. He's never seen me naked. And he's going to have clothes on. I... I... I'll just go put on some panties. I'll be right back." And she ran into the house and up to her room, leaving a laughing Anna and Maggie to explain her absence.
Mike came through the patio doors so soon after Sara made her exit from the pool area, he must have seen part of her flying by him. He greeted both of the other women with a warm kiss. "Where's Sara? Not still sleeping?""
"No," laughed Maggie. "She didn't think it right for you to see her totally nude when you were still wearing clothes. She'll be back down in a minute. Let's go get your lunch started." She extended her hand for him to help her up from the chaise. "She's a lovely girl, and pretty, too. Will you be horribly upset if we hire her to work at the Inn?" she asked with a smile.
"You still trying to get rid of me?" he asked with a grin; "Of course not! That would be great. You've already asked her, I imagine. What did she say?"
"'Umm," interrupted Anna. "I'm sorry, Mike, but I might have let the cat out of the bag. She said she needed to know what you wanted. I," she went on, wincing,"told her what you said about marrying her, but I said you didn't know when yet." He was facing Maggie, his face hidden from Anna. She saw his back and shoulders go rigid. She didn't see his wink to Maggie.
He turned around to face Anna, his face a mask of fury. "You!" he hissed, his fists raised, grasping at air by his head. "You...Why don't you..." and his expression and demeanor changed completely to one of joy. "Go down to the wine cellar and get us a bottle of champagne?"
Anna had been petrified at Mike's fury when he turned around. His change in demeanor first puzzled her, the delighted her, which quickly changed to anger and back to delight as she realized it was all a prank. "You son of a bitch!" she said, her voice low and the words extended. "You scared the shit out of me. I've got half a mind to tell you to go get your own goddam wine, but maybe I can find something down there to spank your ass with."
Mike and Maggie were laughing. Anna looked at Maggie. "You, too, punani. You could have warned me, or given me a signal." Anna finally laughed. "Don't worry; I'll get you," she said, leaving the kitchen to go to the basement.
Mike turned to take Maggie in his arms. "How'd you make out with Dad last night?" he asked, pulling her close, so their bodies touched at the hip level.
She reached up and put her arms around his neck. "It wasn't bad at all. If I had felt better, it would have been an enjoyable evening. The short report is that you and Ellie will now own the cabin, and you each will have one sixth of the family business, for which we are asking 33 million dollars, to be paid over three years, plus the extra tax burden for the first two years. Harry thinks they'll counter with a 28M purchase plus the two years of tax relief. If they do, we'll accept the offer, but that's as low as we'll go."
"Holy shit! That...that's fantastic...but if we're getting a third between us, that means you gave up nearly five...Christ, Mom!"
"Hush. It's only money, and when you have that much, more doesn't do you any good, unless you have a dream to spend it on, and I've found mine, and people to help me achieve it. Now, say thank you, and kiss me so we can get to work."
Mike bent down and captured Maggie's lips with his. When she felt his tongue knocking for admission, she smiled in the kiss and opened her lips. When their tongues engaged, Mike slid his hands down Maggie's back and into the back of her boy shorts. They were like that when Anna came back into the kitchen.
"Hey, you two. Do you remember you have company who isn't aware of the depth of you relationship?"
"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Maggie.
"Shit!" expostulated Mike. Just then they heard the clatter of shoes on the stairs. The trio froze until they heard the steps turn toward the kitchen.
Part LXXX
Sara quickly ran up the back stairs to the second floor and to the guest room where her bags still sat where Mike had dropped them last night. As she opened the one with her clothes, she wondered if she were being silly. After all, they had made love last night, and for the first time ever, she had experienced a climax with a man inside her.
And this afternoon, wow, how had that happened? "Think about that later," she told herself; right now she had to decide what to put on. She grabbed a thong and stepped into it, then looked at herself in the mirror. "God, no," she thought. "Talk about slutty. Cover it with something."
She dug into her overnight bag again and pulled up a pair of short shorts. They were navy blue, and extended down her leg about two inches below her crotch. Best though, they were made of a knit fabric and hugged her ass like a surgeon's glove. On they went. Up top? In her bag she found a light blue tank top. Yes!
Sara looked in the mirror, and satisfied, left her room and turned toward the stairs at the front of the house, expecting Mike to be waiting there.
When he wasn't, she walked down the stairs and headed for the kitchen. As she approached the door she heard Maggie, "...and kiss me so we can get to work." She got to the doorway just as Mike's hands slid into the back of Maggie's panties. Shocked, she stood there a scant five seconds before backing away from the door and quietly running back upstairs.
She went into the guest room, her room, and closed the door. As she sat on the bed, she thought about what she had seen. An only child, most of her friends were girls, only a few of whom had brothers. She had no idea how sons and mothers usually greeted each other, but she was sure grabbing their bare ass wasn't in the realm of usual behavior; nor was the kind of kissing she had just seen between the man she planned to marry and his mother.
She was at a loss about what to do. Numb, she decided she'd have to make some excuse and leave. As she stood up, she realized she was barefoot. She glanced around, found her sandals and slipped them on. Going down the stairs, her sandals alerted Mike, Maggie and Anna she was coming to them.
Part LXXXII
"Hey! There you are! Looking as beautiful as ever, too," exclaimed Mike as she walked through the door. "Mom told me you went to get dressed," he said as he walked toward her and picked her up, one arm around her waist, the other hand under her butt. "I guess if you can wait for me, I can wait for you," he said softly and kissed her, inviting her tongue out to play with his.
Sara felt an unfamiliar sense of arousal at the kiss; unfamiliar because it was so sudden. In her previous encounters, it had taken a lot of kissing and caresses before she had felt even a twinge of desire. A few times when she had sex, before moving in with the law student, it had been as much a desire to just be done with the guy as it was for sex.
But Mike was something different. From the first morning they had coffee, she had felt attracted to him. His attitude toward Will Crocker, and the concern Mike had shown about Crocker's daughter and his desire to name her after the woman he had accidentally killed; his support and concern about her work situation; she had never known anyone so in tune with her feelings.
Almost automatically, her arms found their way around his neck and her legs opened so her knees grasped his hips.
"Hey, you two," Anna said, laughing. "You can finish that later. He's got to eat and get back to work."
"You sure about that?" Sara heard herself asking, with a deep sigh.
"No," Mike said, lowering her so her feet could reach the floor, "but, technically, she
is
my boss. A bit of a blabber-mouth, but my boss." Sara, nervous, and confused about her feelings in light of what she had seen, smiled, understanding the reference.
"She told me she revealed some information I wasn't quite ready to share, but since she did, Sara McIntyre, will you marry me?" Mike's smile seemed to freeze on his face when she hesitated before answering, her face suddenly serious.
With that question, Sara knew, with a certainty she could take to the bank, that her future was tied to this man. There were explanations due, details to be worked out and explicated, arrangements and concessions to be made, lives, customs and habits to be integrated. Discussions to be had. Time to be spent, with each other, with family and friends. And grieving to be done, but she was positive she would cleave to this man.
"Are you sure, Mike? Is that what you really want? Are you certain it's me you want and not, how did you put it, a need for comfort right now or for some one just to fill the emptiness.
"I want to say yes, sweetheart; god, how I want to say yes. But you have just been through a horrible tragedy, and as you told me, your nerves must still be as raw as a live lobster. It was only a couple of days ago you told me you owed it to Evie, me, and yourself to take the time until the scabs fell off.
"So, until you can convince me it's me, and not just a need for comfort or some one to fill that awful void I know you have, I have to say not now; not yet."
