Lindy arrived home without advance notice, obviously hoping to surprise us all. I called Maureen one Friday night after work to invite her to a wine tasting and Lindy answered the phone. Within an hour I was at Maureen’s house, posing with her daughter for pictures taken by her proud mother. Lindy’s hair was darker, having let it grow out to its natural auburn color, making her look very European. She was dressed conservatively in a dark, long-sleeved, cotton plaid dress that covered her from neck to knee. Her body had taken on the muscular adult slimness of Maureen and I had to stop myself from repeatedly embracing her. She was also wearing a pair of stylish, snug, over-the-calf leather boots…a fetish item of mine on women’s legs. She and I went to the tasting, but we left early since we really wanted to be alone and talk.
“Mom and I have written reams about you over the past months,” she said, when we arrived back at her mother’s house. “We’ve decided to share you…physically…if that’s all right.”
“I’d be a fool to refuse,” I said. “You’ve gotten over your puppy love, then?”
“Anything but,” she shot back, leading me into the darkened living room to sit on some giant pillows in front of a roaring fireplace. “You’re a philanderer, Nicky…a true consumer of women. If I tried to make you monogamous, you’d destroy me. Besides, I’m bisexual now. I’ll finish school, but eventually I might even end up with a woman…as well as a child. When I want a baby, I’ll give you a call, and only you. In the meantime, let’s make love when we can. I’m sexually obsessed with you, and so is Mom. I’ve talked it all over with her.”
“What, no incest?” I asked, sarcastically, though I was surprised at her “bi” confession.
“Don’t press it, mister. We’ll push all the perversion buttons you want except that one. Besides, you were instrumental in developing us…separately,” she articulated, crawling toward me to lay down on my front. Her taut body immediately awakened memories of our couplings months before and I became instantly hard. “Mmmmnnnn, I see that you remember some of our good times!” she whispered, kissing me and licking persistently inside my mouth. The fire crackled and reflections of its flames danced on the surrounding walls as the logs sizzled, echoing our hot foreplay. My hands covered her from ass to shoulders, then between us to softly squeeze her lovely breasts. She spread her legs to straddle me and ground her mound against my bulging groin as her skirt rose in the process. I cupped her soft buns and – for the first time I could remember with her – I discovered a pair of panties. Easing my fingers under them, Lindy muttered, “Take ’em off, Nicky…please take ’em off,” then straightened her legs to allow it. She then rose to her knees and began unbuttoning her dress in haste. “I need to feel your body, Nick…have your cock in me. Gawd, I’ve missed you so much since you left France,” she said, breathing heavily. I quickly peeled off my clothing and shoes. She groped at the zippers on her boots but I restrained her, then we fell into one another’s arms, issuing passionate little whimpers as we came together.