Ann Ch. 15

The shower Monday morning wasn't as painful as the one I got Sunday morning. My stripes were not so tender anymore, and my nipples were almost back to normal. My body still didn't show any sign of an upcoming period, so I sighed in relief as we took our pills, as a monthly troublesome week was now something in the past.

Rosie still had her breasts covered in tiny red dots, and she didn't find hot water amusing that morning. It was strange, but I felt envy looking at her. I wanted breasts like that too. My turn would come, I was sure, so I didn't mention it.

Jenny was back to a week with early hours at work, so we were busy having breakfast and getting her ready for work. She brought two handfuls of clothes from the office, and I recognized the not-so-baggy jeans from last week and one of my old oversized shirts.

"Thanks a lot, Mistress. I need to tell You that this Thursday I'm going to our local shop. I would prefer to wear our teamwear."

"And that you will. I decide solely what you are wearing, but if circumstances demand it, I'm happy to decide the same as you need. And remember: The scrunchie is your own choice. Yet!"

"Thank You, Mistress."

The shirt would cover everything, but I chose to wear my necklace to Jen's approval. She smiled at me when I closed the thin silver chain around my neck, and to show that I appreciated the double symbolism of the whale tail pendant, I unbuttoned my jeans and held my shirt up. Then I bent over, showing my thong in a perfect whale tail. I felt a hand on my buttocks and straightened my legs fully, pressing against the hand. Then another hand showed up on my buttocks and I stood there, letting both my girlfriends fondle me. All good things come to an end, and this ended with two slaps.

"Thank You, Mistress and Miss."

We hugged Jenny goodbye and had half an hour before we had to leave for work ourselves. We cleared the kitchen and spent the rest of the time on the couch, talking.

"How are your stripes today?"

"Fine, thanks. I can still feel them when I sit. My labia are almost good, I think. I haven't touched them recently."

We giggled. Of course, I hadn't touched my labia as it was forbidden.

"Do you want me to touch? Just to be sure that they are ok?"

I nodded yes. It was a good excuse to get fondled a bit, and I was a bit curious about how my labia felt, as I needed some experience in what impact the different spankings would have on my body. I unbuttoned my jeans again and pulled them to my ankles. I sat again, with my knees spread, and Rosie pulled my thong to the side and let her fingers slide over my labia. It was OK, and when she pinched them slightly, I revealed my judgment:

"Not much tender and only a little sensitive. I hope they're back to normal this evening."

I am glad to hear. Last weekend, my clit and labia were tender for days."

"Now I had tried to have my labia slapped, I would like to try it the harsh way, you had last week. I am not sure I want my clit being hit, but I expect Jen to go easy the first time."

"She probably will, but that depends. Try to touch it without permission, then you'll probably learn how it feels."

"I've no intention of doing that. As long as we have sex as often and as good as it is now, I don't need to touch anything down there."

"Never say never. I guess that Jen will challenge you from time to time. What if we teased you like last Saturday: All the girls edging you over and over again? What if we then left you with your hands free, and you knew you were alone in the room?"

"That day I would have masturbated like I never had before, but this week with you has taught me a lot. I might even want to be challenged."

"Be careful what you wish for..."

"I know."

We kissed and got ready to leave for work. I had made sandwiches for both of us, and we each got a small plastic bag with peeled carrots. The weather forecast was partly correct, so I donned my rain gear and we went out in the drizzle.

At work, I got a good morning hug from Jeannette. This time I was prepared and hugged back the best I could, like Bimbo hugged, almost embracing Jeannette with the whole of my body. She looked surprised at me:

"Whohohoa! Someone has had a good weekend and has learned to relax!"

She let me go and we found our seats. As I sat, my tender butt reminded me of the caning Saturday. It wasn't bad; I had been able to ride my bicycle without problems.

I surely had a good weekend. We hit the town Friday, Rosie and me. Eating at Antonio's again, coffee in a cafe, and drinking and dancing somewhere else."

"Antonio's?" Where is that? You mentioned another restaurant last week."

Dang. Caught in a lie. I wasn't open to Jeannette that day, and I told her about another restaurant I had visited with my parents.

"I feared you would try their food on a day we were there. I wasn't out of the closet then. The girls call it Antonio's because the owner is Antonio. Well, and Fred too."

I took my phone and looked it up on a map app and told Jeannette the correct name of the restaurant.

"Aaah, I know that! It's very good Italian food. We eat there sometimes. Perhaps a few times a year. Now you have nothing to hide, don't give me those lies."

Nothing to hide? Man, she should know. In fact, she shouldn't, and now I had to be careful what to mention and how to mention it. I could talk about the lesbian thing, but certainly not the BDSM part. The nightclub we visited, what reputation did it have? A lesbian place or a place for BDSM lesbians? I had to look it up before I mentioned it.

"And how was the dinner you cooked Saturday?"

"Oh, it was very fine. They liked it all, though I had an argument with Jen about cauliflowers. She had it too much in her childhood and hates it, but she liked the way I cooked it. And the veggies on top of the lamb chops... they didn't even discover that it was Brussels sprouts until later."

Jeannette giggled:

"One day, I have to taste your cooking. Is it too soon to ask to be asked for dinner?"

"You need to get in line. We were out to friends yesterday and last Tuesday, so I have at least two dinner appointments coming up. And God knows who else is on Jen's list. I guess an old flame of hers is due too. They still talk a lot, though she's..."

Nonono Ann! You cannot say that she's vanilla!

".. just another I have heard of. We'll meet a bunch of their friends this Friday; then I probably know who to invite or not. But I am sure Jen and Rosie would like to meet you and Tom. If I am to meet their friends, they'll meet mine as well. I am planning to invite them to our spring barbecue."

"I thought you didn't like to be in focus? Those two hotties will not go unnoticed."

"Probably not, but one day I cannot hide it anymore. This way is a reason to come out, instead of coming out caused by rumors."

"You are right. Well thought. If we treat it like an everyday thing, you might avoid the spotlight. Remember that I will support you all the way."

Thanks a lot. We have decided we are going steady now. After all, we met for the first time more than half a year ago. I will ask if I can bring two people when we plan the party. That might give me a few weeks to get used to the idea."

"There will be no problems. If someone complains, I'll rip his spine out. That is - if he's got any."

"You clean up the mess yourself. Remember that I am a farm girl. I know what kind of mess a normal slaughtering can cause."

It was nice talking to my cellmate, but we were there for a reason. After all, our employer expects us to take care of business. I had to prepare for our Monday meeting, and the phones were ringing a few times before we had to leave our desks.

We brought our coffee cups to the meeting; our boss always made a few thermoses ready with coffee and hot water for tea. You would have expected that he would leave it to the women, but it didn't work that way in our company.

The last line on the agenda was the party. It was earlier than I had expected, but as the boss said:

"We could do as last year, but if we want some changes, we must address them now. I've ordered the tent, it will be a bit larger this year. I have decided that we invite the guys from the local shop too. I know it is new, but I want to thank them all for the changes. It is mostly Matt, who has been the team-builder, but they have all been loyal and supportive after Matt, as you all know, found out that there was only one troublemaker, and let him go. The reconstruction of the team went smoothly - I have been told that Matt took them out for a paintball event and burgers later, all at his own expense. It would be unfair to his efforts to invite him only, so we'll have them all. I hope it is ok with you."

Everyone nodded in approval.

"Good, then I'll call Matt after this meeting. Anything else? Ann, will you choose the meat again this year?"

I cleared my voice. This was way too soon!

"Yes, but I might need some help with the cooking. You see - it's a bit complicated, but I am seeing somebody now and would like to spend some time partying."

He raised his eyebrows and sent me a big, white smile.

"That was good news. We'll work that out. Perhaps a team that can work in shifts? And we can write you up for an extra chair already?"

"Well, that's where it gets complicated. I am living with two women now, and no, it is not just roommates."

Now it was out! There were a few raised eyebrows around the table, but smiles almost everywhere. I could see that all of them had to digest the news. The boss didn't skip a beat:

"Ahem, still good news. As you have been to a couple of these parties alone, you can have two guests this year. Next year, you'll have to choose between them. No, I was kidding. They are both welcome every year. I can ask Matt if some of his guys are good chefs; they can man the chef team. Letting them get to know us better might be a good thing. If no one else comes up, I go in myself."

"Count me in, too."

Ben held his hand up. He had one of the barbecues we used last year. I sent him a thankful smile.

The meeting was soon over, and on the way out, I got quite a few handshakes and congratulations from the others. On the way back to our office, Jeannette punched me in the ribs with her elbow:

"You see, that wasn't bad at all. Hashtag thebestbossever."

"Yeah, nice. If he forgets to talk to Matt, I can ask him this Thursday. We'll wrap this month up, and then he can be on his own for the future. He's clever enough."

"You have mentioned him every time you go there, and I have only met him once. I'll talk to him at the party."

"He's a really nice guy. They like him, his guys. He's a good leader."

Back in our office, I texted Jen and Rosie:

"You are both welcome to the party. My boss is all in, and the rest are too. They will help me cook, and they are looking for more help. Everything is fine and I am so glad now. BTW, I need to do some shopping. I guess I'll be home half an hour later than usual."

I had my sandwiches, so I didn't leave for lunch. While Jeannette was away, I spent some time massaging the back of my mouth with the carrots before I ate them. I left two of them for an afternoon snack, wondering if I could do my massage without Jeannette noticing. Rosie had given me a small make-up mirror, and I used it when I applied the lash serum. I found it hard to use the fine brush and let it run along my waterline, but it went better than my previous attempts. One day I would be able to draw the perfect eyeliner, but not that day. I was glad the serum was a clear fluid because I happened to draw in the wrong direction a few times.

I had studied Jeannette during the day. Jenny had permitted me to use my pockets at work only, and I wondered what girls used for their phones and such. I could have mine as usual in my hip pocket, and on my way home, I kept keys and phone in my rucksack, but I wouldn't bring that ugly bag with me everywhere. I needed something in between that and the small handbag Jen had given me. I had looked at women on my way to work for inspiration too, and when I had an idea of what I needed, I would ask Rosie for her opinion. Jeannette had a large bag with two handles. It was easy to carry in your hand, and the handles were big enough to get on your shoulder. I would still need my rucksack for groceries, and I wanted a bag I could handle with it.

On my way home, I found a locksmith and had him make a copy of my house keys. He had an assortment of key fobs, and I chose one with a red heart. I shopped for food, and as I like to have a beer with pizzas, I bought a few different brands as I didn't know what the girls wanted. We had red wine at home too, and as Jen had claimed that this would be a week with nothing special going on, I reckoned that we might have a cozy and vanilla evening. A sudden idea made me buy some cookies and a few sodas. On my way home, I stopped at my old apartment building and put the beverages in the fridge and the snacks in a drawer. I put the last few items from my fridge in my rucksack and added some spices and herbs I would need later. Then I headed home after checking that the new keys worked in the locks.

Going up the stairs, I held the keys in my hand, careful not to pocket them. The new spare set was in the front pocket of my rucksack and was to be hidden there until later. Jenny was home, and I greeted her before I put the food in the fridge. When I had undressed, she came for a hug.

"How was your day? Tender?"

She cupped my buttocks with her hands, rubbing them carefully.

"Not bad. I could sit and I could ride my bike. And no period is on its way. AND: I am out in the company, at least the vanilla part. Got a few greetings, and they want to meet you two wenches at the party."

"Congratulations, Hon. No rumors? No comments?"

"Not yet. Of course, not everyone attended the meeting; the jocks and drivers could easily make some gossip going."

"Have you got any errands there? Might be better to face them upfront."

"I'll find an excuse to go there tomorrow. You are right."

I felt her fingers on my pussy.

"How is this doing?"

She pinched my labia a few times.

"Mmm, nice. They are fine now. It was a wonderful experience, and now I am not afraid to try more. Just for your information."

"Good, nice to know. Your stripes are better too."

"Really?"

I turned to the mirror in the entryway and switched on the ceiling light. The red color was turning bluish and the weakest stripe on my ass had almost disappeared. It was probably the first stroke, being a test. Rosie's stripes had been blue and black for days, and I was glad we skipped the gym on Wednesday, as I would still have stripes then. I knew that Wednesday evenings were for lesbians, but would they all be in the Sister's Society? I didn't know and asked Jenny.

"Everyone can be a member of that gym, but to the heteros, Wednesday and Thursday nights are closed, as well as Saturday and Sunday mornings. Those two mornings are for Sisters and Guys only, as there can be marks and such from weekend activities. At least once a month, after the parties, marks are visible, and in between, a few might be having a painful experience on Friday or Saturday evening. We are all welcome at any time, but most days we share with the heteros. Some want to go there daily, and then they must accept that the vanilla and the hetero regulars are present too. Rosie and I used to go a few days a week on hetero hours. Then the shower is unisex, but who cares? We are grown-ups. We can go tomorrow if you want, you seem to like it there."

"Not with my stripes. You gotta be kidding."

"Rosie did it once. They did notice for sure!"

I kissed her.

"Please, no. Never, ever."

"I will try to remember that."

She smiled and kissed me back.

"Thanks. Mistress, could I get permission to use the toilet?"

"Yes, for sure. Call when you need my assistance."

"I will."

It was a bit weird after a week and a weekend when Rosie and I could manage our toilet visits ourselves, but it was nice to be back with Jen only, though Rosie could be home any minute now. I mentioned it to Jen when she wiped me.

"I think we will find pleasure in the different constellations: Being alone, being with one of the others, being with the other one, and being all three of us together. I am really going to enjoy that."

We ended up on the couch with half a mug of coffee, and before we had finished, Rosie got home from work.

"Gee, what a long day, but we finished in time. Congrats, Ann. You are out at work. How do you feel about it?"

"A kind of relief. No more hiding who I am making love to. How we make love is another thing, but as we don't have the habit of telling each other how we fuck, it is not likely a thing to be discussed."

The girls smiled. My girls.

I've got some sewing to do here in the office this week. Can you try on a pair of trousers, Jen?"

"Sure, now?"

"Yes, I need to help with the cooking soon."

She brought the satin trousers we bought the previous weekend, and Jen put them on. They fit perfectly on her ass and around the waist, but we all agreed that the legs were too broad and on the short side.

"The length doesn't matter; they are not meant for streetwear. I just got an idea when I saw them."

She pinched a few folds here and there and marked them with marking chalk or pins. She made Jen lie on her back with bent knees and spread legs, and a few lines were drawn in the crotch area. Both Jen and I were puzzled, but Rosie did not explain.

"Thanks, I'm done. I think it'll be a nice surprise."

"We're very curious. When will you show us what it is?"

"Dunno, there's a lot of work to do. Not this week. I am busy with other projects. I am having two girls for measuring tomorrow afternoon, is that ok?"

Jenny agreed:

"Sure, I have no plans. Perhaps Ann and I are going shopping then. You need some outdoor sneakers for running, and perhaps we should look for more clothes? I think that you are low on jeans and blouses."

"Am I? By my standards, I have enough."

"You haven't. But since you are losing weight, we'll have that in mind. How long do you plan to work, Rosie?"

"All afternoon, at least. I'll have Alice in first, and when Bimbo closes for the night, she comes by. If I have a sandwich in between, can we have dinner late? What are we having?"

She looked at me.

"I haven't got the faintest idea. Today we'll make a bit of space in the freezer, getting rid of some of your pizzas. Have we got anything else that needs to be taken care of?"

Jenny looked a bit embarrassed.

We have a bunch of pot noodles. I planned to throw them out or give them away."

"The noodles are fine, but the small bags with flavor are hideous. I'll - I mean we'll - be able to cook us an easy dinner with some sliced chicken and veggies."

I looked at Rosie, who smiled back:

"I am the wizard's apprentice here."

She put the trousers away, and we left Jen and began cooking. All we had to do was cut some veggies for the salad, and I showed Rosie how to add some sliced ham, bell pepper, and such to the ready-made pizzas to make them better. One of them got some small balls of minced meat, and I had Rosie press them flat to ensure that they would be cooked enough. Then we added some more grated cheese to the pizzas and put them in the oven one at a time. When the first one was ready, we got hold of Jen and began eating. The girls liked my choice of beers, and we split the pizza between us as well as the first beer. When we had finished the pizza, the next was ready, and after the last slice of the last pizza was gone, we were full and went to the living room to watch the news with the remaining two beers.

"Those were the best pizzas ever cooked in that kitchen. I was so ashamed that I had filled the freezer with junk, but you are truly a wizard."

"I have done this so many times myself when I have been too lazy to make the pizza dough myself. One day we'll make pizzas from scratch."

I got a hug from both girlfriends. Later, we cleared the kitchen, and while Jen and Rosie made us some coffee, I collected their kitchen knives and put them on the coffee table along with my knife sharpener and some paper towels. As we sipped our coffee and Rosie browsed Netflix to find something interesting, I began sharpening the knives.

"I do this deliberately for you to see, so you know your knives are sharp now. I don't want you to cut yourselves."

Jenny took the first knife I had sharpened and tried it with her thumb. I was just about to give a warning, but the way she did it showed that she knew what she was doing.

"That looks easy enough."

She inspected the knife sharpener, and I opened it, showing her the little wheel that did the magic.

"Impressing. I have always..."

Her voice faded out, and she was lost in her thoughts. Rosie saw what was coming and hugged her. I did too, and soon we had our Jenny back among us again. She was pestered by bad memories, or perhaps happy memories from before a disaster. She needed time to get over it, and love, lots of love.

I had finished with the knives before the movie began, and we ended up sitting close together with Jen in the middle, hugging through the entire movie, only interrupted by a visit to the toilet. We had replaced the coffee mugs and beer glasses with wine glasses, and by the end of the movie, we were almost through our second glass. I wasn't drunk, but I could feel the wine. It was nice to lose a bit of self-control when being with the girls. I hugged and kissed more than usual, and they seemed to appreciate that. I think that both Rosie and Jen were like me; Rosie had been half-drunk with me the previous Friday, but having Jen in that state was new for me. She still had a lot of self-control, but she had loosened up a bit, and both she and I talked more than usual. I mentioned it and admitted that I liked to be a little intoxicated from time to time, but more than a few times a month was too much for me, and not too much, just socially lubricated.

"I am glad you mentioned that," Jen said, "I was a little worried when you told me that if our first meeting didn't work, you planned to go home and get drunk. I feared that it was a habit of yours."

"Not really, though I like the feeling of letting go and submitting myself to a higher power. I have recently found out that this higher power doesn't need to be alcohol. It can easily be substituted with a Mistress, and that solution doesn't come with a hangover in the end."

"No, but with a sore butt from time to time." Rosie added.

"That's even better. I really enjoyed my stripes today. I sat at our staff meeting, sending both of you sweet thoughts."

"Talking about asses, it is Monday, I need you to step on the scales."

As Jen put the mugs and glasses in the dishwasher, Rosie and I found that I had lost half a pound in a week.

"It isn't precise; it may vary a pound or two, depending on how much you've been drinking and such."

She wrote the result on her paper and stepped on the scales herself in solidarity. She'd lost a pound.

"Let's see the next weeks where it goes. If this continues, we'll be completely gone by next fall."

We giggled and went to see what Jenny was doing in the bedroom.

She had made the bed with clean sheets, claiming it was time for laundry the next day. We finished in the bathroom and ended up in bed.

I was still a little tipsy and welcomed it when Rosie sat on my face. I began licking her and circled her clit with my tongue. I felt a lot of hands touching my pussy and wondered how far both Rosie and Jenny would bring me. I had my inner thighs pinched and caressed, and they pinched and pulled my labia, avoiding my clit for a while. I reached up to fondle Rosie's boobs while a finger was probing my pussy. It ended up rubbing my G-spot, and soon I had several fingers up my pussy. I moaned and gyrated my hips to show that I was horny and wanted more. The fingers slid out and returned, slowly fucking me. I spread my legs even more and tried to tilt my pelvis to meet the fingers for deeper penetration. They fucked my pussy in a slow and steady rhythm, and I used my whole repertoire of body language to show the girls that I enjoyed that very much. It was so fantastic, and at some point, Rosie shifted a bit while the fingers disappeared shortly, leaving my pussy open and wanting more.

Soon I was filled again, and this time to the brim. The fingers felt a bit different now, and there was more volume to them. Rosie's pussy disappeared from my face and the next moment I was kissing Jenny. She was on top of me and rested her weight on her elbows on each side of me. My spread thighs felt her legs between them, and I realized that she was fucking me with something. I reckoned it was a strap-on. I bent my knees even further to give her room, and I felt the strap-on penetrate me deeper than I had ever felt a finger.

"Yes, yes, yes! Please, Mistress! Fuck me!"

I sensed it was natural to ask for more - this was so good. I gasped and panted, and soon Jen and I found a rhythm with moans and small cries, and our deep breaths synchronized so we didn't breathe each other's spent air. Jenny's moaning rose in pitch, and while I was concentrating all my mind to prevent an early orgasm, Jenny changed her whining to deep, coarse moans, and then she had a tremendous orgasm right there in front of me. I felt the first contractions in my abdomen, revealing that the orgasm was close.

"May I cum, Mistress? Pleaaaase!"

"Not now. Wait a minute or two. Then you can cum."

I fought all I could to suppress my orgasm and was rewarded with a strong feeling of tension that I knew would end in a raging orgasm in a short time. Meanwhile, Jenny was moaning again, and suddenly I got my permission:

"Cum for me, Ann! Cum for me!"

And I did. It hit me like a brick in my pussy and I felt the strap-on go as deep as it could, while both Jenny and I hugged, kissed, and moaned at the same time, having our first simultaneous orgasms face to face. We gasped and shouted, and the fact that my Mistress was cumming with me made my orgasm last longer. I felt it like we were going on for minutes, and when it was over and we both lay there, spent and exhausted, I still felt the strap-on inside me while my pussy slowly stopped its contractions around it. I had slung my arms around Jenny, and before I had caught my breath entirely, I gasped:

"Wow, Mistress! That was the best fucking I have ever had."

It took a short time for her to have enough air for a reply.

"Me too. I was worried that you wouldn't like it. You said the first day that you didn't like penetration."

"I did, and that was back then. The few times I tried it were with a plastic dildo, led by my own hands. I think I just needed another driver on such a device."

"We'll never find out. You are not allowed to use a dildo on yourself anymore."

"And I couldn't dream of doing it. You were right when you told me I would get the sex I needed."

"For now."

She smiled at me. I knew that she was right, and I would experience situations where I would long for an orgasm, but I knew too that on average, I would get more and better orgasms than I had when I was living on my own.

"As long as some of them are as good as this one was, I will gladly wait for permission."

I had completely forgotten Rosie! I looked around and found that she was kneeling between Jen's knees and was hugging her from behind. Three girls on top of each other, and the one on top hadn't had an orgasm that day. I could tell that she was horny enough to cum soon. If I had been witnessing the sex act Jen and I just had, I would be horny too. I didn't feel pity for Rosie - we were two girls ready to give her a good time, and that was what happened. As soon as Jen and I had had our aftercare, we pushed Rosie on her back and attacked her with kisses, bites, caresses, and some pinching too. Soon she was panting heavily and was moving her hands frantically over both Jen's and my body, unable to keep them steady in one place. Her head moved from side to side and made it difficult to give her a decent French kiss. Jenny found a solution by gripping her hair with both hands and holding her head still while she kissed her, and that made me steal my way to Rosie's pussy, giving her a good time with my tongue massaging her clit.

"Please, Mistress, may I cum?"

I had learned that when Rosie asks for that, I would have given up a long time ago and cummed without permission. They had their little game going on, the two girls. Jen was a harsh Mistress.

"No!"

"Please, please."

Rosie's hands found my head and pulled my face closer to her pussy. Her thighs caught my head and held me there, trapping my face so close to her pussy that I had to be careful to be able to breathe. I had my mouth full of pussy lips and a clit, and I did my best to massage everything with my tongue, spending the most time on her clitoris. Rosie's thighs covered my ears, so I didn't know if or when she was allowed to cum.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and Rosie's grip on my head weakened. I gave her clit a final kiss and withdrew. Jenny was ready with her strap-on, and soon she was fucking again. Rosie whimpered, probably spending all her power to avoid an orgasm before she got her permission. She didn't have to wait for long because Jenny was moaning again. I watched with fascination when my two girlfriends had each a tremendous orgasm at the same time. I had been there minutes ago, and knew how intense the feelings were. When the moans and other sounds faded, I cuddled up to them, participating in their aftercare. Jenny kissed us in turns, and excused herself, letting Rosie and me cuddle. We were talking like I had heard Jen and Rosie do after sex, and that day I felt myself as a full member of the family; now, aftercare was not only something I received, I was expected to give it too. That meant so much to me.

Jenny lay beside us and joined our conversation. She reached out and caressed my face with her hand.

"Happy anniversary!"

"Huh?" I was puzzled.

"We met two weeks ago, don't you remember?"

"Gee, Mistress. I feel as if it was a month or two ago. So much has happened. So much sex, so many friends. And so many plans."

I was thinking of my entrance into the Sister's Society, our plans for our summer vacation, and our intentions of buying a house together. Well, I have Jen and Rosie coming to the spring party at work too.

"Talking about plans, you told me that you had been at the Pride Parade last year."

"Yes, but as a spectator only. Are you participating this year too?"

"Sure, and we want you there too. Are you game?"

"Let me think it over. I guess I'm ready by then. I am out at work already. It is in the fall, there is time enough."

"You know, you can practice? Other cities have pride parades earlier. Every year, we participate in Atlanta and Augusta, too. They have bigger parades. Augusta's got their parade in June. If you want it, you can get a rainbow wig and some make-up."

"I don't know anyone in Augusta - yes, I do. We have a shop there. But as I am out at work, they will probably know by then. Are we dressing up with a theme?"

"I don't know yet. That's up to us to decide. There will be many from out of town. Augusta is larger than us, so we all go there for the fun, and some of them come here and go in our parade as support."

"All?"

"A bunch of the girls here - not only from the Society - and quite many guys too. Sarah-Louise has considered it as their first parade. They are brewing up a lame excuse for their parents. Something like a trip to an amusement park with some friends."

"They are cute girls. They deserve better."

"If they get some good jobs during the summer, they might be able to afford a small place on their own. Thank God roomies are a common thing."

"They might need to have two bedrooms if they invite their family."

"I'm sure they have thought of that."

We all yawned. It had been a good evening, and I had enjoyed being fucked. Perhaps the wine had influenced my behavior; I think I was getting rid of some of my shyness, at least concerning sexual activities, and I had more confidence. As we got ready for the night, everything felt more natural to me, and when we cuddled up to each other in bed, I felt a warm feeling in my stomach: This was home.