Double Tears
Chapter 100
“I can’t help what I have any more than you can help what you don’t.”
—Neal Shusterman, UnSouled
“WELCOME TO MY little strip of Hoosierland paradise,” Donna said when we’d kicked off our shoes on the porch and entered through French doors to a dining nook off the kitchen. Donna set about getting a pitcher of iced tea from her refrigerator and pointed Rachel to the glasses. When we all had a drink, we settled into a sun room with a view out the back windows. It was beautiful.
“Do you live out here all alone, Ms. Levy?” Brittany asked.
“Brittany, we are no longer in school. I am no longer your teacher. I’m scarcely an adult. Please call me Donna.”
“Yes, Donna. It just takes some getting used to.”
“I understand, Hon. To answer your question, I do now. I mean live out here alone. My father passed away last summer.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that, Donna. I wish we could have… I don’t know. Been of some help. This is a big place to take care of by yourself,” I said.
“I appreciate the thought, Jacob. I love the place and don’t mind taking care of it. Dad built it twenty years ago for him and Mom to retire here. They always loved being remote. I was a late life baby for them. Mom didn’t make it past my high school years. I was raised out here and came back to live with Dad after college. Got the job at Mad Anthony and have been there five years. I admit this year has been a little lonely. Plowing the driveway myself, instead of having Dad plow it, was a wakeup call.”
“If you don’t mind my saying, Donna, the property looks well-groomed. Do you mow the whole thing, too?” Nanette asked.
“It usually takes up an afternoon each weekend during the summer,” Donna laughed. “Another of my father’s legacies. He loved to golf and the entire back field is a 400-yard driving range. He was just as happy mowing it as hitting golf balls. We’ll go take a walk later if you want, Nanette. I love to go out to the woodlot and read sometimes.”
“You greeted each of us by name,” Livy said. “I understand you had Rebeca, Desi, Brittany, and Jacob in your class this year and Rachel last year. How did you know Nanette and me?”
“Jacob was kind enough to provide me with another story just before school let out,” Donna said. “Not much plot, Jacob. But thank you for the insight into your pod. So, I knew who to expect with Sophie in New York and Emily in San Diego. But where is Joan?”
Beca had been on a pretty short fuse about Joan all week and Donna’s simple question lit it.
“She’s gone!” she cried. The floodgates opened and sobs started again. I wasn’t expecting the fast response from Donna. She was up out of her chair and wedged in next to Beca on the sofa in an instant. Her arms wrapped our little girlfriend up and pulled her into her lap.
“Oh, Rebeca, I’m so sorry. She left for service already?”
“The day after graduation. She didn’t even say goodbye.”
“That must hurt terribly, Sweetheart. Let me hold you. Cry all you want. I’m sure she didn’t mean to hurt you. You are so much in love. It must be just as hard on her,” Donna said. She had pulled Beca onto her lap and was holding her like a baby, rocking back and forth.
“I miss her. I love everyone in my pod but I miss Joan.”
“No one can take the place of your special loved one,” Donna said. “We just have to lean on each other and help each other get through.”
“That’s what our pod is all about,” Rachel said softly. She was sitting next to Donna and idly reached out to stroke our former teacher’s hair. It looked so strange to have her flowing blonde locks pulled back severely into a ponytail. It only took Rachel a minute to loosen the tie and let Donna’s hair down. Wow! Just that little touch made a huge difference.
“I want to know all about the pod and what each of you feels toward the others,” Donna said. “I’m not trying to wedge myself in or replace anyone. Do you understand that, Rebeca? I’ll never try to replace someone in your pod. But I’ll try to be here for you to lean on when you need it.”
“You know that’s why we all wanted to visit you, right?” I asked. “We’d like to… get to know you better… if you’d like.”
“And that’s why I invited you. Your stories, both the erotic ones and the straight science fiction, have given me some insights into a community and lifestyle that intrigues me. Not something I would ever have chosen for myself, I thought. I want to find out if it is truly as sublime as you write. I can see already that being together doesn’t insulate you from heartbreak, but I also see what the strength and love of the community can do. Yes, I want to spend the summer getting to know you all. It will take us all a while to break through the student-teacher roles and treat each other like fellow beings on this path of life.”
We spent the rest of the morning talking about lighter subjects. Donna invited us to stay for a simple lunch that was a huge salad with diced chicken on it. We took a walk around the perimeter of the grounds and into the woodlot at the back. Her property was a strip, half a mile long but just a little more than a hundred yards wide. There was a fair amount of farming that still went on but most of the people who lived in the area were professionals who had moved to the country. It seemed a single farmer—Jonesy—did all the planting and plowing for the area. Most of the larger estates still had tillable fields, unlike Donna’s twenty-acre lawn. I could see myself running out here and caught Nanette’s eye as we spotted a trail that continued through the woods onto an adjoining property.
By the end of our visit, we had all exchanged telephone contact info.
“It’s best to text before you pop out, just to make sure I haven’t gone off to South Whitley or Huntington. But basically, I hope you’ll want to stop by frequently this summer. I know you runners are eying the trails out here. I’ll check around but I don’t think there will be any problem with you running them. There are still fenceposts through the woods but the wire has long since been removed,” Donna said as we headed to the cars.
Like she had greeted us, she gave each of us a hug before we got in our vehicles. I felt her softness squeeze into my chest and sighed. She pushed back a bit but not enough to lose contact.
“I’ve heard that note coming from my own lips,” she said. “Thank you for giving me a chance to get to know you and your pod.” She gave me another quick squeeze and backed away. We all headed out.
“Where can we go to be together now that Joan’s not here?” Brittany whispered. She and Livy had switched to my truck with Beca and Desi riding with Rachel.
“Why doesn’t everyone come over to my place,” Nanette said. “It’s not as spacious as Joan’s TV room, but we can push furniture back and all sit on the floor.” I saw Brittany texting.
“Desi says they’ll meet us there,” she said.
“I didn’t want to leave,” Rachel said. “I almost suggested everyone come home with you and I’d catch up later.”
“I don’t think she was ready for that today,” I said. “She’s just getting used to the idea of a different kind of relationship with us. I sympathize, though.”
“I liked being held by her,” Beca said. “Her, um… breast was really soft and nice.”
“She has a strong motherly streak in her,” Nanette said. “If she became our girlfriend, she’d probably be the first to want to be pregnant.”
“That’s a long way down the road,” Livy said. “Assuming… just for discussion… that any of us wanted to get pregnant in the future… and that it takes both a male and female… and that our choice for a father is sitting in this room… um… which he is… We’re four years away from Jacob getting his wigglers freed. They have to stay frozen until he’s out of service.”
“Thank God we can still practice,” Desi said.
“You’re going to get a lot of practice with Jacob this summer,” Beca said. “All the other girls need to get their loving while he’s home. Don’t be greedy. When am I supposed to get some loving on your beautiful breasts?”
“Right now, girl. Anytime you want them. I haven’t pushed this week because… I wanted to give you time,” Desi said. “But I was kind of jealous of Donna when she had you curled against her.”
“Nanette, can we um…” Beca started. Nan waved her hand toward her bedroom and Beca and Desi disappeared.
“Are we having an orgy this afternoon?” Brittany said. “You know I’m ready, Jacob.”
“I thought you were going to wait till your sixteenth, like Desi did,” Rachel said.
“I just wanted to make it till summer. Almost didn’t with Sophie here on Memorial Day. We had Jacob where it would have been so easy to just let him slide on in,” Brittany said.
“Why didn’t you?” Nanette asked. She was still trying to maintain a barrier between her and Britt because of the age thing, but it was weakening. I knew they’d kissed and petted at our orgy.
“Um… I… wasn’t facing him. I want to be able to see his face the first time he puts his penis in my vagina. I want to know it’s really him.”
I crawled across the room toward Brittany, stalking like a cat. She started giggling as I pushed her back and lay on top of her. Her legs spread open so I was between them and our crotches came together. As together as our jeans would let them get. I thrust at her a little and she met me.
“Not right now,” I said. “But very soon I’m going to make sure you know exactly who is slipping into your vagina.”
We rolled apart and looked at our other three girlfriends. They’d all taken the opportunity to kiss and we were all panting a little when we got back to the subject.
“I thought for a minute we’d all be naked in the living room,” Nanette rasped. “Who wants to help with dinner?”
We all volunteered and headed toward the kitchen. Nanette motioned us to be quiet as she pushed her bedroom door open a little so we could see inside. Beca and Desi were naked, intertwined with each other, and fast asleep.
After dinner, we had a quiet family evening. There was a lot of loving and kissing, but the seven of us played games and talked about what we wanted to do this summer and how our schedules would work. There was even some loss of clothing but we all kept our pants on. Still, having the opportunity to love on Brittany’s breasts for a while kept us charged up and ready for the main event.
When it came down to it, though, it was Livy who spent the night with me and was cuddled up when I did my Sunday morning concert. I played the lute guitar and did some of the medieval music I was preparing. Desi had provided a shirt for me to wear and it was pretty loose and baggy. She wanted to see if I needed any tucks taken in the sleeves so I could play. By the end of the concert, I’d decided I needed a little bulk taken out of the right sleeve so it didn’t get tangled in the strings but overall it went well.
And then Livy and I made love again before we met Nanette for a run. After the run, I went home with Nan and showered with her.
“Are you still sure you want older women in your pod?” she asked as I soaped her and washed every bit of her.
“Why would I ever not want such incredible women to be with me?” I asked.
“Well, the difference isn’t so big right now. Donna, Sophie, and I are still fairly young. I’m only forty. I’m athletic, so I’m not carrying any extra weight. Sophie is a dancer and trim as can be. Neither of us have big boobs. We won’t sag too much. If Donna keeps running around on the farm with no bra and those breasts of hers, you might need to lie in her lap in order to reach the nipples. And I’m already leathery. I run outside in wind, rain, and sun. Believe me, I can tell the difference between my skin and Brittany’s. When you can have that voluptuous Latina fifteen-year-old, why would you want us old women?”
“You know, the difference between sixteen and forty sounds huge when you put it like that,” I said. She pulled away from me with a frown. I pulled her back. “The difference between forty and sixty-four doesn’t seem as big. The same number of years begin to collapse as a difference in ages. And as a difference in bodies. Nanette, I can easily imagine making love to you when you are sixty-four or seventy or eighty if you are willing to have this young punk climbing all over your body. Don’t short sell yourself. Your body is different than Brittany’s, but it’s not worse. May I make love to you now and show you?”
“Yes,” she said. We stepped out of the shower and I wrapped her in one of her big fluffy towels, quickly drying myself. It seemed a little strange to be taking care of Nanette in her house as I led her to her bedroom. I snatched up the bottle of her after-shower lotion from the bathroom and had her lie on her stomach on the bed.
“I don’t want you thinking your skin is getting leathery,” I said. “So just relax while I moisturize it for you.” I worked the lotion into her shoulders and arms. She started to relax immediately. Then I worked on her back and legs. There were soft moans.
V1 remembered Renie complaining about her skin aging and her boobs sagging. We were both in our fifties when we met. By comparison, Nan was a spring chicken. I started a routine of giving Renie a lotion or oil massage at least a couple of times a week. Sometimes they weren’t long, just enough to make sure her skin was moisturized. I tried to make sure at least once a week I really took my time. It’s funny. And sad. Even when Renie was no longer interested in sex—which was way too soon by my standard—she never complained about getting a massage. And I got to caress the skin I’d grown to love. I lifted and stroked her breasts, worked the lotion into her butt, and pushed my hands against her sex while I massaged her legs. Once in a great while, she would spread those legs and after applying a generous portion of lubricant I was invited between them. Occasionally, I took the opportunity to put my mouth on that precious slit and bring her an orgasm. Doing that for her was akin to bringing her coffee in the morning. She was truly physically delighted. She complained constantly in the home that she no longer got a decent cup of coffee in the morning and said she missed that more than anything.
Renie did her best to reciprocate but complained that sex had begun to hurt. Juices simply didn’t flow where she needed them. I got a few hand jobs and on birthdays and anniversaries, a blowjob. I missed touching her.
I treated Nanette with the same loving care I’d treated Renie. I worked her muscles some but mostly it was about petting and smoothing the lotion into her skin. Nanette responded when I’d finished the fronts of her legs and could feel the moisture building between them. She guided me into her and we rocked slowly together. When we’d been at it a while, she slipped her hand between us and got more direct contact with her clit.
I’d spent the night with Livy and was able to last as long as was necessary with Nanette. When she neared her peak, I sped up my thrusts and was only a minute or so behind her when she came.
The kiss I got from my lover was enough to keep me hard in her for a while longer and we just enjoyed being connected. One thing Nanette brought to our relationship together and with the pod was slowing down and just feeling the connection. I would always be thankful for that.
I texted Donna Monday and asked if it would be okay to run a loop around her property Wednesday morning when Nanette, Livy, and I had decided to do our long run. I wasn’t sure she’d gotten the text until afternoon when she responded that we should start and end our run at her house. We could shower there while she whipped up a little breakfast. Nan and Livy were more than pleased with that and Wednesday, we drove both my truck and Nanette’s VW out to the estate. Two vehicles because Nanette would have to go straight to work after breakfast.
It’s just over a mile around the edge of Donna’s farm, so we started with the loop and then continued out around the country block for four more miles. Then we took the loop again before we showed up at Donna’s door, sweaty and laughing as we’d pushed each other to a fast pace around the farm on that last lap. The six-mile run on a work day was the best we could do and I had to admit it felt good. I wondered if I’d get to do any 10ks during cross country season and vowed to be ready for them.
“Come on in and get cleaned up,” Donna said when we’d retrieved our bags and left our shoes outside the back door. “Hugs after you’re clean. Nanette, use the shower in my room down here. Olivia and Jacob can take turns in the bath at the head of the stairs. I put towels out for you. You stand a better chance of getting a hot shower up there going one after another than using a third shower and running them all at once.”
I didn’t have a problem with that and as soon as we were upstairs, Livy dragged me into the bathroom with her. If hot water was an issue, we figured we’d save a little and shower together.
By the time we were finished washing each other—thoroughly—we were out of hot water anyway.
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