Chapter 11
Angela's orgasm rocked through her and she spasmed, trembled, and screamed with every stroke. Her arms prickled up with goose-flesh, as she squirted over my cock. I roared and came about thirty seconds after her as I fired shot after shot into her soaking wet cunt. Spots swam in my vision and I staggered back. I sat down heavily on the coffee table. When my cock popped out of Angela, she collapsed onto her side, next to Lauren, like a marionette with its strings cut. Lauren smiled contentedly, squirmed into Angela's arms, and held her tightly.
Lauren looked up into my eyes. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen, Lover. That was wonderful."
Still gasping, Angela nodded in agreement and waved me to come down to her.
"That was really... terrific... Tiger. But don't you... get any... ideas. I'm still... the dom... in this family."
Tiger. That, I can live with. I leaned over and kissed Lauren and then Angela, looking into her smoky eyes. "Yes, Auntie Angela."
She smiled. "There's a good boy. Call me Angie."
Angela squirmed a bit trying to sit up. "Lauren my darling, please take me home. I need a shower and sleep, in that order. If you're a good girl I'll let you bathe me."
Lauren smiled widely up at me, her eyes glistening with happy tears. "Yes, Auntie Angie."
"That's a good girl. Come, let's go before he gets up another head of steam."
The next day began with kisses and smiles and promptly went to hell thereafter. The day we'd sort of been dreading had come to pass. The first day of summer vacation. Our store was full from opening until closing and the teens were bitching when we had them call their parents and shooed them out at 8 p.m. The store was filthy and it took another hour to get it squared away. The day ended with kisses and tired smiles as the ladies went home and I went upstairs for a shower and some sleep. The rest of the week followed suit. We showed up at 8 a.m. and did some quick restocking and got ready to open at 9 a.m. It wasn't constant sales but the gaming tables were filled and the vending machines were getting a workout. We told parents that this wasn't a daycare and that kids younger than 15 needed to be supervised by someone older. With two beautiful mature ladies working in the store that usually wasn't a problem. Older kids and parents were always lurking about like peeping toms. Lauren, and especially Angie were pretty quick to shut down any would-be Romeos. Politely.
Sunday rolled around and though we were tempted to cancel and sleep in, Lauren and I dragged our asses up and went down to the docks for our fishing date.
Lauren gave me a heads-up on the way there so I wasn't taken by surprise when I met Brad and Brendan. They were both large fellas, six feet plus, around forty years old. They had been married to one another the day it had become legal, and they weren't shy about showing their affection for one another. Brad was a burly guy; all flannel and muscles and Brendan was narrower wearing makeup and a ladies cut work shirt. His makeup was perfect and it somehow looked very right on him. Lauren had told me that on top of the fishing charter, Brendan is also a headliner at a local drag queen revue, as Brenda. With his natural height, I imagined he'd be a tower in heels and it made me smile.
There were two other couples on board for the trip and we got along great with everyone. Lauren as it turns out is a terrific fisherman. Fisherwoman? Fisherperson? Whatever. She rocks with a rod and reel. She out-fished me all day and loved every second. I enjoyed watching the joy on her face as she reeled in a keeper. Brad and Brendan were great and very good at what they did. They did however manage to get in a quiet moment with me, in the cabin around lunchtime. Between them, with their arms around my shoulders, they explained very nicely that they had great affection for Lauren and missed Chris terribly. In short, they gave me a warning much as Angela had, but much more politely. And gently. It was the nicest threat of a beating I'd ever received. I tried my best to convince them that I was deeply in love with Lauren and they could trust me. They seemed to take me at my word and we had a marvelous day.
Monday, we slept in. Around 10 a.m. Lauren met me in the store and we did about an hour's work before she turned and invited me to lunch at the house at noon.
Putting her arms around me she smiled. "We never did revisit your pay agreement, did we?"
I smiled back and kissed her deeply. "I got what I wanted."
I walked to the house just before noon. The three of us had a nice lunch of cold beer, cold cuts, and good bread. When I rose to help clear the table, Lauren took my hand and led me upstairs. The two guest bedrooms and a guest bath are upstairs. I looked into the left room and it was an explosion of color and fabric.
"Angie's closet." Lauren giggled. Indeed, it was. There were clothes everywhere. In piles, hanging from doorknobs and curtain rods. As I looked, I noticed there was a strange sort of order to it.
She tugged my hand and led me into the bedroom on the right.
"Angie's stuff had migrated into this room as well, but I got it cleaned up."
I looked at Lauren and raised an eyebrow.
"Angie and I... I would... like it if you'd move into the house, with us. I think it would be more convenient, and the water heater in the loft is on its last legs and the mattress is shot. So, living with us, makes sense, right?"
I looked at Lauren and smiled broadly. I'd wanted this very much. Angie's voice came loudly from downstairs as I leaned in to kiss her.
"AND WE WON'T HAVE TO WALK A BLOCK AND A HALF TO GET THAT DICK!"
Lauren smiled abashedly. "Yeah, I suppose there's that too."
I spent that afternoon, moving my things into the room on the right. It had a full-size bed and the mattress was in much better shape. I smiled and knew that I'd found my life, my future. I couldn't remember ever feeling so happy.