It must have been around midnight when we awoke, jarred out of a sound sleep by the door opening and the overhead light being switched on. For some reason I wasn’t at all surprised to see Lindy standing in the doorway, immobile at the sight of us.
“Lindy! I thought you weren’t coming back ’til tomorrow!” cried Carolyn.
“That’s rather obvious, Care! Couldn’t wait, could you? You slut!”
“Aww, Lindy, that’s pretty strong language,” I mumbled.
“Bullshit, Nick! I knew her in high school! Every minute that she’s out of class now she’s back here, masturbating with that dildo of hers! Now she’s screwed you, and she knows how special you are to me!” she whined, on the brink of tears.
“It’s my fault!” I said, getting up and pulling Carolyn along with me to comfort the girl, who’d started weeping. We both hugged her closely in a three person embrace. “Didn’t mean to hurt you. We just kinda lost control…”.
“Yeah…well, you both stink…like you’ve been fucking all day!” she said, snorting disgustedly as the tears gradually waned, “and, Care…you have dried cum on your mouth.”
Anxious to defuse the situation, I said, “Carolyn, why don’t you take a quick shower. I’ll put out some eats, then I’ll clean up. Lindy looks tired and hungry.”
Still naked and smelly, I stood in the kitchen cutting up a baguette. Lindy leaned over the table on her elbows and asked, hesitatingly, “Was she good? Was my roommate good?” It’s almost as if the words came from her mother’s mouth. I could imagine Maureen asking in reference to her daughter if I’d found her pleasing. These thoughts made me uneasy, since the recent days with Maureen had filled an empty emotional chasm in me. I looked over at Lindy, who by that time was regarding my drooping cock with more than casual interest, and her face seemed to merge with that of her mother in my imagination. A spasm of excitement occurred in my groin and gouts of blood immediately followed it.
“Lindy, honey, it’s all good. You know that,” I said quietly, hoping to forestall further such questions as we both sat at the table and began to nibble on bread and pate.
“Uh-huh. Well, I forget that you’re a young guy in Europe but…I’ve waited for you…and worried about you for weeks. One little taste of you in Paris wasn’t enough. How long can you stay with us?”
“Until you see your mom off, I guess; maybe through the weekend.” I finished my response just as Carolyn emerged from the bathroom, clean and smelling fresh as a baby, in one of her thin cotton, long tee shirt-type dresses. She laid her hand possessively on my bare shoulder, which didn’t go unnoticed by Lindy. “I understand there’s a party tomorrow night,” I said to them both.
“Yeah…with all the usual suspects…but right now I don’t even want to think about it. I’m so tired!” Lindy grinned wanly, filling her wineglass to the brim and making a large sandwich for herself. She got up and pronounced, “I’m going to bed now…in the other room. You can do what you want. If you join me, Nick, whatever you do, don’t shower! I love the way you stink…you animal.” Then she was gone. I was shocked at these words coming from an 18-year-old. Though I wasn’t at all surprised that they’d come from one of Maureen’s daughters.