Double Time
Chapter 88
“When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.”
—Alice Hoffman, Here on Earth
A LITTLE SNOW STARTED FALLING by the time Rachel left Sunday afternoon. We spent some time studying together after we’d had breakfast. Pey hugged us both when the family got home from church then got her own books and sat to read while we studied. It was nice to have the three of us just cuddled in the living room with our books open. We all had lunch together and then Rachel went home. I had a shitload of reading to do for US History and English. Ms. Grayson had given us a full outline of Personal Financial Responsibility for the semester and part of it was to file an income tax return. I hadn’t even thought about it, but I had a couple thousand I had to file tax on. Of course, when I filed there wouldn’t be a tax because it was under the limits and I was a dependent but it was the first income tax form I’d file in this world. So I thought. Welcome to flat tax, Jacob. Things were different than I remembered.
I joined the family to watch a movie and eat popcorn Sunday night. It was nothing special as far as the movie went. Some brilliant teen girls who were an international elite spy circle by night and normal ditzy high school girls by day. I guess it was supposed to make it okay to like science and makeup at the same time.
I was up and dressed for a cold weather run at five-thirty when I looked out the front window for Nanette’s car. What a mess! There had to be at least six inches of snow and it was still falling. I figured I’d just go back to bed because there was no way Nanette was going to drive her Beetle in this. That’s when the lights turned into our driveway. I ran out and jumped in her car, which was still cold. She threw it in reverse and skidded out into the street.
“I didn’t think…”
“Hush. I need to concentrate,” she snapped at me.
In the old days, the Beetle was a rear engine, rear wheel drive, air cooled car. Not so the newer Beetles. She’d told me a bit about her precious car on previous trips and this was transverse mounted front engine with front wheel drive. Once she got it moving, she didn’t even pause at the intersection and swung into her drive and straight into the open garage without ever having touched the brakes until we were inside. She shut off the engine and the garage door rolled down.
“I take it we aren’t running this morning,” I said as I took a deep breath and exhaled.
“Are you crazy? I almost texted you and told you to walk. I half expected we would walk part of the way regardless.” I followed her inside from the garage and she stopped to take off her shoes in the mudroom. I followed suit. When I stood up from taking off my shoes she was practically toe-to-toe with me.
“We might have to find an alternate form of exercise today,” she whispered as her arms wrapped around my neck.
“Nanette, are you sure?” I asked.
“I’m sure I’m not driving to The Plex to run. Anything else depends on what you do in the next three seconds.” I didn’t let the clock start ticking. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard and deep.
“Make love to me, Nanette,” I said.
“Now I’m sure.”
She led me past the kitchen and down the hall to her bedroom before turning to kiss me again.
“I don’t know why this has happened to me but I know I want you,” she said. “You’re half my age. Less. And all I want is to be naked in bed with you.”
“You’ve heard me talk about past life memories,” I said. “In my head, I’m twice your age. Let’s take the average.”
It wasn’t quite frantic, but it didn’t take long before I was holding naked Nanette in my arms, huddled under a thick comforter in her bed. The talking stage of our relationship was past. We kissed. We touched. Like with Rachel, we didn’t waste time with oral sex or trying to get each other off before the main event. But she left no question that this was something she wanted when she rolled me onto my back and mounted me.
“Oh, God! Yes! I’ve wanted this for months. And I still can’t believe I’m doing it.”
“You could have had me any time, Nan. I’ve wanted you for just as long,” I said. I pushed up into her.
“I’m not a teenager, Jacob. It might take me longer to peak than your other girlfriends. But I’m here and I’m happy. If you come before I’m ready, we’ll just keep going when you’re ready. You don’t need to hold back,” Nanette said.
The position was good for me when it comes to having more stamina. It takes me longer when the girl is on top. I didn’t think it would make much difference when I felt the wet glove of Nanette’s pussy close around my shaft. I ran my hands up her smooth lean torso and stroked her nipples with my thumbs. Nanette hadn’t any body fat and that included her breasts. She might even be smaller in the chest than Beca. I wondered how our littlest girlfriend would take not being chairman of the itty-bitty titty club. Nanette moaned.
“I didn’t think I was ever going to do this again,” she sighed. “There comes a time, after so much disappointment, that a woman just gives up and locks that part of herself away. You found the key.”
“Nanette, I love your body. I love how strong you are and how fit. You’ve done so much for me and now this. I think I’ve fallen in love with you,” I breathed. She slammed down on me and moaned—maybe not an earth-shaking orgasm, but it certainly shook me.
After another small orgasm, we rolled and Nanette welcomed me on top of her. She put her left leg on my shoulder, opening herself as I sank in deeper.
“It’s a good thing we’ve practiced this stretch so frequently,” she giggled. That little giggle vibrated right through my cock and up my spine. I thrust forward more vigorously and she moaned. “Yes. Do it. Hard. Push.”
I followed her directions and could tell she was building to a much bigger climax than previously. When it hit, nothing I could do could hold back the gush from my balls. We collapsed together and kissed over and over.
“I don’t want this to end,” I said. “I have to go home and get ready for school.”
“Dummy! School’s been canceled,” Nanette laughed. “I wouldn’t have done this without knowing we had time.”
“But, then…” She reached for her phone and tapped out a message in a flash.
“There. I texted your mother to let her know that you are safe and I’m not driving you home until the weather clears.”
“You have my mother’s number?”
“On speed dial.”
“Um… now what?” She was texting again.
“Just letting Rachel and Livy know where we are. I don’t think we’ll be alone all day. But we have a while. Let’s pop in the shower and I’ll get us some breakfast. Now that I remember what sex with a man was like, I’m thinking I’ll want to do it some more.”
I pulled on my sweatpants after we got out of the shower. We hadn’t tried to make love while we got cleaned up but we did a lot of kissing and exploring of each other’s bodies. Nanette stood about five-four and had brown hair, brown eyes, brown nipples, and dark brown pubic hair. She was all woman.
“I keep plucking the gray hairs out of my pussy,” she laughed as I bent down to kiss it. “In a few years, I’ll be as bare down there as your teen girlfriends.”
“They aren’t all bare,” I said. “Rachel and Livy trim a little for their bikinis but don’t shave. Joan has a landing strip. I don’t think Beca ever grew hair. And Brittany… mmm.”
“Brittany cuts it short or it would overflow her panties,” Nanette laughed. “While her aunt shaves everything bare. Jacob, I didn’t come to you first.”
“What?”
“I won’t say I’ve made love to all our girlfriends but I couldn’t allow myself to become intimately involved at all without knowing I could live with them. When I was growing up, we were still in a very much traditional marriage world. One man, one woman. Eventually, it became any two people but one man/one woman was still the norm. Those of us who were bisexual and wanted to play with our girlfriends laughed that it was just girls helping each other out a little. Usually, because our men were so inept at it.”
She pulled on a pair of panties and a T-shirt and we went to the kitchen to fix some breakfast. In a few minutes, fresh coffee was ready and the smell of bacon filled the air.
“So, you’re saying you’ve already been with each of the girlfriends?” I said.
“Like I said, Sophie and I have only spoken over the phone and Emily and I have had way too little time together. While you and Rachel were cozied up yesterday morning, I was spending a lovely morning with Joan and Beca. I need to be really careful around Brittany. Really, Jacob, I know it’s a long time to wait but until she’s sixteen she’s a real danger to me,” Nanette said.
“She’d never hurt you,” I said.
“Not intentionally. I know she was the instigator with Sophie. She’s a mischievous little brat who wants everything she wants when she wants it. Which doesn’t mean I don’t love her. It just means we need to be really careful. How did I ever get hooked up with a bunch of teenagers?” she laughed.
“I’m so glad you did,” I said. “Nanette, we all want you to be part of our pod.”
After breakfast, we weren’t in a big hurry to get back to bed. That was kind of different than being with my high school girlfriends. When we had precious time alone, we tended to use every second to be naked and loving. Nanette and I sat on her sofa with fresh cups of coffee and talked about the difference between our lives and how difficult it was to have a relationship that ‘spanned generations’, as she put it. Technically, she was right. She was only a year or two younger than my mother.
It’s funny. I’d adapted pretty well to relating to my parents as the parents to my sixteen-year-old self. It was difficult for V1 to accept since they were almost as young as my grandkids in that life. But something about being in this body and having so little autonomy made me depend on them like parents. And that dependency led to me thinking of them as ‘the adults’ to my adolescent self.
On the other hand, I didn’t live in a parent-child relationship with Nanette and to me, she was a vibrant young woman at the peak of her sexuality. I couldn’t believe she’d just hung it up to dry.
We kissed a lot during that conversation. We’d talk a little and kiss a little. Somehow, our coffee cups ended up on the table and Nanette ended up lying on top of me on the sofa. And still, even though we twitched and squirmed a little, we weren’t headed right to the main act. Yes, I was at least partially hard and when we kissed, I could feel the softness of her pussy pressing against my cock and rubbing. But we didn’t just start ripping panties off and fucking. We’d kiss and then she’d say, “How do you think you’ll do in the two-mile races? Do we need to work on anything specific?” and then we’d talk for a while about what level I’d need to reach in order to compete at a JV level this spring.
Kiss a little and rub. Pet and caress.
“It won’t work if I am considered a mother for everyone,” she said. “That’s the biggest problem with the age difference. You all have people my age who take care of you. That’s not the kind of relationship I want. With any of you. Jacob, I want to be your lover, your partner in building a future. I don’t want to be your chauffeur, your cook, your housekeeper, or your security. It’s a strange world we live in. I know not everything will work out the first try but we need to work toward an equal partnership.”
“You know that will be as difficult for you as for us,” I said. I caressed her tight round bottom. I’d enjoyed watching it running ahead of me many times and it was so nice to have my hands on it. She wiggled and seemed to think so, too. “When you first met me, I was a patient. Then I was just a kid you coached in running. I’ve got certain social limitations that have to do with my age. I have school and National Service to get through. You’ll undoubtedly be the top wage-earner among us for years. But in addition to us not depending on you for the sole source of income in our pod, you also have to recognize what we can contribute. I’m going to show you every chance I get how much I like having you as part of our pod. I’m going to love you.”
“The first thing we need to do is get rid of the idea of us and you. Sophie and I are older but we’re just girlfriends, like Livy and Rachel and Desi. We can’t be divided.”
I kissed her some more and somehow as we lay on the couch, her panties got pushed aside and my cock found a way inside. We kept talking, even as we kept loving.
Nanette and I were sitting at the kitchen table playing cribbage, of all things, when we heard the unmistakable sound of Livy’s Wrangler in four-wheel drive come up the driveway. Nanette stood and pressed a button by the door and the double garage door raised. Livy backed up and then moved over to the empty slot to drive in and park in the garage.
Before I start talking about what happened next, I need to regress a little bit.
Nanette and I were sitting at the kitchen table playing cribbage.
That is not to say that we hadn’t made passionate love in her bedroom, soaped and massaged each other in the shower, and lain on top of each other on the sofa while we talked and connected. But somehow, sitting at the kitchen table playing a game seemed like a very adult thing for two lovers to do. My teen lovers—and I had to include myself in the mix—seemed always desperate for the physical connection of making love. Sex. I scarcely managed one time a week with Livy, Rachel, Joan, and Desi when we were alone and focused on each other. We all knew it would be our only chance for a week and that seemed like forever.
And it wasn’t like we never did anything else. We studied. We went out to eat. We went to movies and sporting events and theater and amusement parks. But I think part of being a teen was not understanding how to just be together because we always had the pressure of ‘now or never’ hanging over us.
Nanette had perspective. Sex was important but we’d done that. We could do other things. We could sit and laugh and compete while playing a silly card game and we both knew we’d still be in love and there’d be more time for sex later. I needed that with my other lovers.
Rachel and I came the closest to it, but I still spent more one-on-one time with her than with any of the others in our pod. We could take our time with each other and talk about what was on our minds or watch a movie with our parents and siblings and still have time for sex—especially now that we were comfortable sleeping over at each other’s house. But I needed to connect to my other lovers without us having to rush to bed when we had a moment to ourselves.
So, I think Livy and Rachel were surprised when they walked into the kitchen to find us dressed—mostly—and just playing a game. They came over to join in rollicking sex with our newest lover and me.
“Didn’t you… Aren’t we… Does this mean…?” Livy was stammering all over herself as she waited her turn for Nanette and Rachel to finish kissing.
“We’re just having some fun, Livy,” I said. I stood to give her a welcome kiss and was quickly pushed aside so Nanette could have our athletic girlfriend’s lips. I greeted Rachel with a kiss but didn’t let it get too heated up.
“Join us,” Nanette said. “We were just talking about roles and responsibilities in a mixed pod.”
“It’s fun, Livy,” I said. “Just let it flow. Have you ever played cribbage?”
“No. They didn’t teach that in Health and Wellness,” Livy sighed.
“They should have,” Nanette said. “There are a lot of ways that couples or groups can interact besides going to bed.”
“Does that mean we aren’t going to have sex?”
“No, silly. Do you think that after all this time I’m going to deny myself the privilege of getting your long lovely legs wrapped around my head?” Nanette laughed. We sat down and reset the board. Rachel had played but needed to be reminded of the rules. We did a test hand.
“Wait. Fifteen-two, fifteen-four, and three is seven? I don’t understand,” Livy said.
“It’s a game of strategy. You are guessing what your opponent can and can’t play when you toss a card in the crib,” I said. We played for about half an hour and the girls began to get into it.
“So how does this relate to roles and responsibilities?” Rachel asked.
“It doesn’t really,” Nanette said. “It just gave us something to do while we were talking so we weren’t just feeling each other up. Come here, lover.” Rachel moved to perch on Nanette’s knee. “What do you do when you aren’t making love?”
“Oh. Well, it’s different if I’m with Livy than when I’m with Jacob. With Livy, we do all kinds of things. We paint our nails or gossip about school. But when I’m with Jacob, I spend as much time naked as possible. Even if we’re just talking,” Rachel said. Nanette kissed her and ran a hand up inside her shirt.
“Why don’t you do other things with Jacob?” she asked.
“Um… well… Oh, God! You’ve got my nipple between your fingers and I can’t think.”
“Exactly. I want to suck on this little nipple, too. I want to make love to you. But we have all the time in the world. I waited two years since my divorce to have sex with a guy and wanted to get with Jacob right away. But I want to get to know him in other ways, too. I want to know that when we have all of us together or a house full of rug rats that we can still connect and know we love each other. I want the same thing with you.”
“I don’t think you should have started playing with my breasts if you wanted to play more cribbage,” Rachel moaned. She kissed Nanette.
“I’m ready for a break from cribbage,” Nanette whispered.
We’d made love in groups before, but adding Nanette was a new dimension for all of us. She was playful and I could tell right away she had more recent experience with girls than with boys. We piled onto her bed and Livy was out of her clothes an instant after she hit the mattress.
It was a learning experience. There was a minute there when I thought I was just going to be an observer as the girls had a lot of catching up to do but I was soon caught up in the delights of the flesh. And Livy was excited to be with Rachel and Nanette but there was no doubt that she really liked my cock. We had to get a couple of orgasms out of the way before she could settle down and we could just enjoy all our partners.
“We could have a snow day every day,” Rachel sighed. “Then I think I could settle down and just enjoy being with my lovers instead of always feeling like I needed to be making love.”
I loved the new dimension Nanette was adding to our pod.
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