Foolish Wisdom
29 A Simple Gift
THERE WAS A SECTION of Henry Road that was designated for widening into a bypass and the State had acquired quite a bit of property along the right of way. The project, however, was being delayed by stuff that I didn’t understand or care about. What I cared about was that there were empty drives along the right of way to abandoned farmsteads. I’d chosen one for tonight after the movie.
“Where are we?”
“Out in the country where they make up all those boogeyman stories.”
“Don’t say that, it’s creepy.”
“Then let me just say it is someplace private where I could bring my sweet, beautiful date to make out for a while,” I said. Rose leaned over the seat to kiss me.
“It would be more comfortable back there, wouldn’t it?” she whispered to me, nodding to the backseat. Oh yeah. It was just like a 1950s movie. We could make out in the backseat.
“If only I could find a way to entice you back there,” I whispered as I kissed her again.
“You could try tossing a doggy biscuit in the back seat and see if I jump in after it,” she laughed. “That’s how we got our greyhound to jump in the car.”
“Maybe this will work,” I said. I reached into the door pocket and pulled out her wrapped gift, showed it to her and tossed it in the backseat.
“Don’t lose it!” she screamed as she opened her door and jumped out to get in the backseat. I scrambled around to meet her there. As soon as the doors were closed, I locked them all. Hell, even if they were just spooky ghost stories… “What is it?”
“Oh, look! It’s mistletoe!” I said, pointing up at the roof of the car. I’d taped a sprig on the overhead light. Rose looked up and I kissed her again.
“You are so sneaky. Now I get to open my present. Brian, I thought we weren’t supposed to get each other Christmas presents. I didn’t get you anything.”
“You are all the presence I want. And besides, this is a present I’m giving to each of my special girlfriends. It doesn’t have anything to do with Christmas.”
“You got all ten of us the same thing?”
“Sort of. You are my heart and soul divided in ten pieces. I love you.”
“Oh, Brian. Don’t make me cry before I even get it open.” She tore the paper off and looked in the box at the script name. “Put it on me,” she said holding it and her wrist out.
“I will, but you are holding out the wrong appendage. Left foot, please.”
“Really?” She slid back and raised her left foot. I took her shoe off. That wasn’t necessary to put the anklet on her, but I wanted access to her toes. “You just want to look up my skirt, don’t you?” she whispered.
“That’s a side benefit,” I said, snapping the jewelry in place. “I really wanted your toes.” I began kissing each one and discovered Rose had ticklish feet. “Please, not in the nose,” I said laughing as her foot jerked. I held it firmly, kissing and sucking each toe as she squirmed in her seat. As soon as I released her foot she launched herself at me and I was under a delicious, wiggling handful of girl.
“Brian, I give you explicit permission to touch me, outside or inside my clothes above my waist and outside my clothes below my waist. But you have to stop before I come. May I touch you?”
“I knew you were going to tease me tonight, darling. Will you please touch me the way I’m touching you?”
I’d like to say we had a long intelligent conversation, but for a while we were too caught up in just kissing and fondling each other to say anything. Rose had my shirt open and was pressing her bare breasts against me as she lay on top of me. I began to run my hand up the inside of her leg as we kissed.
“What do you think you will find?” she asked. I wasn’t sure how to respond. “I’ll tell you. You’ll find silk panties stretched across a very wet girl. You’ll be able to find the hard nub of my pleasure button, as you like to call it. You’ll probably even be able to tell where my vagina opens and is getting so wet and ready for you to slide up inside me. If you slide toward the back you’ll feel my little poop opening, but that’s output only. Don’t get any ideas. Still, I like feeling you touch everything between my legs.”
“I love to touch you, Rose. I love to give you pleasure.”
“Shh. I’m going to tell you what’s really there. But I have to ask you questions first. Oh yes. Just hold me right there and press a little. Remember, don’t make me come. I’m really close.” I cupped my hand over her pussy and kept just a little pressure on her clit. “When you put your hand inside my panties for the first time, do you want to feel me all hairy? Neatly trimmed, of course. We don’t take any chances in cheer or in our bikinis. Or do you want me slick and soft and hairless like Samantha? I can’t use that cream she uses. It irritates my skin. She’s so lucky. Of course, I could just shave the part below my clit that gets so covered with my juices. It would be so slippery. And I could shape the hair above the slit like a heart or a little strip or even a mustache if that’s what you like. How would you like my pubic hair done when you touch me, Brian?”
“Oh, Rose! I don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable or irritated. How would I know what I want? I want to touch you and know that you want me there.”
“Then you’ll get a little surprise when you put your hand in my panties.”
“As long as it isn’t a dick, I’m fine with surprises,” I chuckled.
“There’s only a thin layer of silk between you and all my secrets, lover. Do you feel anything down there that reminds you of a dick?”
“No, love. What I feel is soft, wet, wonderful girl.”
“I’m as wet as you are hard,” she whispered. We lost ourselves for a few minutes. Her kisses. Her breasts pressed against my chest. Her hand gripping my cock as I cupped her pussy. “Sometimes when I’m thinking of you, I get so wet I think I must have peed myself. I think Brian will hate me because I can’t control my bladder. Then I touch myself and feel so slippery I know I’m ready to welcome you inside me. Then I worry that I’m too slippery and you won’t feel anything, so I exercise my muscles, clamping down and pulsing them, hoping that when you make love to me I can make you feel as wonderful as you make me feel.”
“Rose. Please, wait. How could you ever imagine that I don’t feel wonderful when I’m with you—when I love you—when I touch you? Rose, you are the most beautiful woman I know, and that’s saying a lot. Look around at the other girls in our group. Look at the other nine of my special ten. You are the most beautiful. You touch my very soul when we kiss. I love you, Rose.”
“You’re missing the point, love,” she laughed. “Thank you for your compliments, but you left out Heaven. And I know for a fact Samantha is more beautiful than I am. It doesn’t make a difference. It isn’t about how beautiful I am or any of your other spectacular girlfriends. It’s about how much I want to please you like you please me. Feel my breasts, Brian. Touch them with your hands—with your lips. Feel them pressed against your bare chest. Do you think for an instant that you are the only one who gets pleasure from that? I can’t even describe to you how sexy… turned on… womanly I feel when we are skin-to-skin. I want you to think about how it feels to have my weight pressed against you as we fool around in the backseat. I want you to think about it when you are lying alone in your bed tonight, knowing that I’m touching my breasts and yearning for them to touch your chest. I want you to know that the fountain of my pussy will be pouring all night tonight as I think about you, naked in your bed, not daring to touch yourself for fear you will come without me. That’s what I really want, love. I want you to call me in the morning after our parents have left for work. I want you to describe to me what you feel as you imagine sliding between my breasts and into my mouth. Describe to me what I taste like when you drink my juices from their source. And I want to come with you again, love. Hold me. Hold me and love me because I am yours.”
I don’t think I’d get into phone sex if it weren’t for what we did or didn’t do the night before. Both Rose and I were on a hair trigger after spending the night teasing each other and Rose talking through everything from what she wanted to do to me to the exact shape and texture of her labia. She even wanted to know how many jets of come I’d spurt the first time I made love to her boobs. Well, I counted them to her while she was coming.
Tuesday afternoon, Elaine stopped by. That sounds casual, but I knew she was going to be there by three. She was bringing the ingredients for dinner. Before we got started on it, though, I took her to the family room and she sat on the sofa while I massaged her feet with some almond oil she’d given me after I massaged her last fall. I put the anklet on her, kissing and sucking on each of her toes. She was pretty melty and sweet the whole time we cooked dinner. We just kept talking about life and dreaming. I was still mellow from the intense phone call with Rose and Elaine made no move to fool around more than some loving kisses.
We had a nice dinner with Mom and Dad and then sat in the family room and made out for a while. I just feel so warm and cuddly when I’m with her. I went to bed smiling.
“Boyfriend!” Hannah said happily as she came into the kitchen, shedding her parka. She padded to me in her stocking feet and kissed my cheek.
“Oh, your nose is cold,” I said. “You’re freezing.”
“Cold out!”
“Hi, Boyfriend,” Sarah said as she started stripping out of her own winter coat. The kiss she gave me was squarely and warmly on the lips. Her nose, though, was so cold it was dripping. I handed both girls tissues and threw the egg scramble in the pan. As soon as they were sizzling, I poured each girl a cup of coffee and doctored it with cream and sugar the way they liked it. They hugged the mugs to them as they sat at the table.
“Now, Sarah, why are you out with the papers this morning, and where is your car?”
“I thought I’d be a nice big sister and help my little sister by driving her around this morning.”
“It’s only nine degrees!”
“That’s so nice of you. You deserve another kiss.” She wiped her nose first and then lifted her lips to mine.
“Me, too,” Hannah said. I turned toward her and she passed by me to kiss her sister. “Thank you for being the best sister in the world.” I laughed.
“I usually hear your car thundering in. Did you get a new one?”
“Uh, no. My car is… uh… kind of at the head of your driveway. We walked from there.”
“Why did you leave the car there?”
“Well, it’s kind of stuck.”
“In the ditch.”
“Oh, no!”
“The road was kind of slipperier than I thought.” I ran to the front window and looked out. Well, it was off the road anyway. And there wasn’t really a ditch on that side. It was just the low drainage area between the Barnes’s drive and ours.
“I’ll get the tractor and pull it out as soon as everyone eats,” I said. Mom and Dad came into the kitchen. I poured their coffee and started dishing out the scrambled eggs.
“How much ham is there still left?” Dad asked picking a bit out of his eggs and looking at it.
“Just enough for your sandwich today,” I laughed. He moaned. “You should know, though, that the soup bone will be slow cooking for the next day. We should have ham and bean soup by New Years’.”
“Yum,” Hannah said.
“How much of the ham did you freeze?” Mom asked.
“Oh, about half of it,” I said. When Bill brought the Christmas ham, he brought a whole one. It must have weighed in at thirty pounds. “Uh… Dad, when you pull out this morning, you’d better use Barnes’s drive. And be careful of the road. It’s pretty slick.”
“Ah. That would explain the baby blue Mercedes cross-wise in our drive.”
“You saw.”
“Why don’t we go get this done together? It should only take a few minutes. Go ahead and get the tractor and I’ll grab the logging chain.” Dad swallowed the last of his coffee and we grabbed our boots and coats.
It really did only take a few minutes and as Mom and Dad left, I ran the plow up and down the drive again to clear the drifts. They’d just started announcing windchill factors on the weather reports. Nine degrees, but with a twenty mile per hour wind it feels like ten below. No wonder Hannah and Sarah were freezing when they came in. I was, too.
They’d finished the dishes by the time I got back in and both kissed me on the cheek for rescuing their car.
“I just want to crawl in bed and get warm,” Sarah said.
“I think that’s a great idea, honey,” I smiled.
“Oh! I was thinking of home.”
“I’ll bet there is some kind of scientific evidence that proves that three people in a bed generate the warmth of six while a person alone in bed stays cold,” Hannah said brightly.
“I bow to scientific evidence,” Sarah said. We went upstairs and all three headed for the bed.
“You know, all the survival lore says that it’s best to take off your clothes and lie naked together to get warmest,” I laughed. I was shocked when Hannah quickly stripped out of everything but her panties and crawled under the covers.
“So far, I’m all by myself under here,” she whined. Sarah and I looked at each other and laughed. In a couple moments we were stripped to our underwear and cuddling with Hannah under the covers.
“Wow! You two are still really cold,” I said hugging them to me. I’d been outside on the tractor, and frankly I wasn’t that warm either.
“Now you know the true meaning of the old saying,” Sarah said.
“What old saying?”
“Cold as a witch’s left tit,” she laughed. She pulled my hand down onto her breast and it was, indeed, cold.
“Am I a witch, too?” Hannah asked. She pulled my other hand onto her breast.
“I think so,” I said. “Maybe if I rub them they’ll warm up.” I gave a little squeeze and both girls rolled toward me, lying half on me from either side with my hands on their backs.
“We’ll let your heart warm us up,” Sarah yawned. She pulled the covers up more snugly around us and we went to sleep.
Is there any better way to wake up than with each arm around a naked girl with her breasts warming against your skin? We came awake slowly, dreamily, with little kisses and pets, little cat-rubs of the cheek marking their territory together. Drifting off again because you simply don’t want this dream to end and surfacing to smile because it isn’t a dream.
Hannah and Sarah were both naked in my arms. The hard-on I was sporting would have frightened a porn star. I had to get out of there before they woke and discovered it. I never wanted to frighten these two out of my bed. I grabbed my sweats and ran downstairs to the bathroom to relieve the pressure. When I got back, the two of them were hugging each other and talking quietly.
“Are you warm now, loves?” I asked.
“It was toasty,” Hannah said. “I’m going to remember that technique when I get here freezing on Saturday mornings.”
“Honey, you are always welcome but… it kind of affects me, you know.” Both girls giggled.
“We know. We peeked,” Sarah said. Her blush was all over her face and looked like it just kept going.
“You two, get a room,” Hannah laughed.
“We’re in his room,” Sarah reprimanded her sister. “In fact, we’re both practically naked in his bed.”
“I have a present for you each,” I said. “And don’t worry. It’s not really a Christmas present. It’s an ‘I love you’ present.”
“Oh, goody,” Hannah said, sitting up. It always seemed like she had no sex drive, but it also seemed like she had no modesty. The blankets fell down around her waist and her sudden move pulled them off Sarah, too. It took a minute of me staring at them before Sarah pulled her sister back down in bed and dragged the covers up.
“Look. You’re affecting him again,” Sarah whispered. Damn!
“Oops. Sorry, Brian.” I took a deep breath and tried to settle down. There was no use in trying to conceal my erection poking at my sweats.
“Girlfriends, may I have permission to touch your feet and ankles so I can give you your presents?”
“Sure,” Hannah said. “But our feet are all icky after being in our boots this morning.”
“We’ve had our bare breasts against you all morning, why not our feet?” Sarah sighed.
“You’ve both got a point. Or two,” I laughed. “Just relax and I’ll have a solution in a minute. You can just stay in bed.” I ran downstairs and got a bowl while I ran hot water. I grabbed a washcloth and a couple towels, filled the bowl, and took it upstairs. “Okay. Just stay cuddled together so you stay nice and warm.” I pulled the blanket and sheet out of the foot of the bed and folded them up over their legs. One towel, I spread under their feet so I wouldn’t get the bed too wet. Then I went to work washing their feet and ankles with the warm water.
“He’s just like Jesus,” Hannah said as I washed Sarah’s feet.
“Honey, I don’t think Jesus’ disciples were lying naked in his bed when he washed their feet,” Sarah sighed. “It might have made the story more interesting, though.” I dried her feet and covered them while I worked on Hannah’s feet, washing and massaging a little and even getting between her toes.
“Why doesn’t it ever feel that good when I wash my own stinky feet?” Hannah moaned. A moan? Her feet must really have been sore. I dried and covered them and returned to Sarah, uncovering her right foot first. Elaine had given me a little bottle of almond oil that she suggested I could use the next time I decided to do a massage. I had used it on her feet. I warmed a little oil in my hand and then started working it into Sarah’s foot and ankle, even stroking up as far as I thought I could justify as being part of the ankle. Well, maybe a little farther. As I finished each toe, I kissed it and Sarah squirmed.
“I love this present!” she said softly. When I’d finished her left foot and leg, I fastened her little ankle bracelet around her. She raised her head to look at me. “What…?” I held a finger to my lips and she flopped back down. I started on Hannah’s right foot. I wasn’t expecting the reaction I got from her.
“Mmm. Mmm. So good. Oh, it feels so good!” she whimpered. There was a little squeak when I kissed each of her toes. She was squirming around in the bed as I worked on her left foot and when I looked up, she’d reached for her sister and was locked in a considerably more than sisterly kiss. I sucked at her toes as I fastened her bracelet on and suddenly Hannah was sitting up in bed again gasping. She grabbed for me and I moved to hug her. I’d never felt such passion in a kiss from my pixie girlfriend before. She pulled my hand to her still-bare breast and panted through her nose as we kissed. She pulled back from me with her eyes wide, glanced down at the anklet and then grabbed her clothes and ran down to the bathroom.
“Wow! What was that about?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but may I have a kiss like that, too?” I’d touched Sarah’s breasts once before, but she made sure I knew how excited she was to have me touch them again.
When we got downstairs, Hannah was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, scarcely tan with the amount of cream she put in it. I poured a cup for Sarah and sat down. Hannah looked at me and blushed. I reached over and kissed the top of her head.
“Pixie, darling,” I whispered. “What was going through your head?”
“Um… It wasn’t my head it was going through. I think you… um… connected a nerve… from my foot to my… um… vagina. And it got there through my heart and my nipples.” She looked up at her sister. “Sarah? Is that what happens when a girl gets… um… horny?”
“I don’t know about horny, but turned on? Yeah. Baby sister, I think you got turned on.”
“Wow! I think I’ll keep my socks on for a while. Thank you for the lovely bracelet, Brian. I’m never ever in my whole life going to take it off.” She didn’t offer another kiss, but the hug she gave me nearly broke my ribs. All I could do was hold her.
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