Yv & Jack: A Lust Story, Ch. 07

Yv & Jack: A Lust Story

Chapter 7

Yv makes another friend, Inger, while she and Jack continue their threesome with Sean. After Labor Day, Sean moves to San Diego. Yv and Inger workout at the nearby gym three times a week, but Yv is unaware Inger is attracted to her. After a Friday workout, Inger shyly comes into Yv's shower stall, which ends in her quickly fingering Yv to a nearly silent orgasm. Eager to continue, Yv accepts her invitation to her apartment, and takes her lessons with Kimiko to a new level. Over the next six weeks, Inger and Yv enjoy each other's naked company, and Yv wonders how to tell Jack about her second lover.

October, 1985

The full-size bed cradled Yv and Inger together, as early sunlight peering over the Oakland-Berkeley Hills brought the small bedroom from dim to brightly lit with very little transition. Yv sighed and looked at Inger's face, serene and lovely as she continued to sleep, the gentle rise and fall of her bare breasts giving Yv a feeling of peace and rising lust. The taller woman slept facing her, one arm around Yv's back and the other down her side.

Blinking, Yv looked at the clock, realizing that it was Thursday, not Saturday, and they needed to be at work in just under an hour. Moving her lips closer, she kissed Inger's mouth slowly, let her lips linger over hers, then running her hand down the blonde's ribs and down to her buttocks, and she squeezed softly, delighting in the satiny, smooth curves. "Hey, Inger..." Her voice was a whisper, barely audible over the waking Berkeley streets below. "Hey," she repeated, and was rewarded with Inger's eyes flickering open, a sleepy smile spreading over her face.

"Hey, yourself, sexy." Their mouths met and opened, kissing themselves awake. "Didn't know you'd still be here when I woke up." She was obviously not disappointed.

Yv chuckled. "When you fell asleep, I called Jack, told him I was staying over."

"I thought I felt you getting back into bed..."

"Ate your pussy for a little while, too, but I guess you were too tired to remember..."

Inger laughed quietly. "Nobody could sleep through that! Especially from you, Yv. So what did you really do, besides fall asleep next to me?"

Yv grinned, cheeks burning. "I told him we were working late, and I was crashing on your couch. You were already asleep, so we had sex over the phone."

"He must be really hung to reach that far..."

It was Yv's turn to laugh. "No, but he loved hearing me play with my snatch, moaning so softly you couldn't hear me, and he jacked off, pardon the dirty pun, and shot his load while I came. Again..."

Inger wriggled against Yv. "Sounds so sexy. I know Terrence plays with himself, not that he lets me see, but it doesn't seem to hurt his libido. I'd love to watch you sometime."

"You know I already came before I called him, Inger."

"We both did. You ever going to tell him we get frisky when he's not around? First time you've spent the night during the week. He's got to suspect something..."

"I'm sure he does!," Yv announced brightly. "He said he hoped I got plenty of sleep, and said he would be happy to come over and help us both get worn out." She paused, a wicked leer on her face. "I almost invited him over, but it was after midnight, and I wanted you to know he was coming."

"From what you told me, we'd both know he was cumming!" She giggled quietly. "God, I just don't want Terrence to walk in while your face is in my lap, and especially not if there's another hard dick inside me while you do it!"

"Inger, shouldn't we get ready for work? It's after seven."

"You're right." She climbed out from under the covers, unleashing the smell of sex out into the room, then turned and dropped to her knees. "First, sit on the bed. Facing me. Spread your legs and lie back."

Yv obeyed with a lithe pirouette on her butt, and lifted one toned leg over Inger's head, coming to a rest with both feet on either side of her, thighs spread, her pussy already wet in anticipation. "Like this, Inger?"

"Just like that." The blonde tilted forward, slipping her arms under Yv's parted thighs, and kissed the center of her pink bush, gently probing with her tongue. "Lie back, baby..."

Even with the scant time left before work, Yv lay back, and sighed while Inger woke her the rest of the way. Six weeks into their lesbian tryst, Inger was no longer tentative when going down, and she genuinely loved the feel of Yv's twat against her mouth.

Yv gasped as Inger went slowly up and down her slit, her tongue spreading Yv's juices on her labia and clit. A shudder drove through the redhead when Inger paused with her tongue right on her clit; Inger had spread the clitoral hood and started licking around the sensitive nub from all angles, swirling the tip of her tongue under the hood and around the soft, quivering structure.

Yv moaned more loudly when Inger sucked the entirety of her clit into her mouth, holding the suction for long seconds, playing her tongue at the very center of it. Lying back still, Yv felt the first tremors of her climax, wanting Inger to both speed up so she could cum, and to slow down so it would last all morning--fuck that, all fucking weekend, she thought--and she moaned again, nearing the apex the blonde had reached twice last night.

She felt herself let go in a paroxysm of delight, barely holding in the orgasmic scream that would have gotten too much attention through the open window, even three stories up. "Oh, fuck, Inger! You are so good at that..." She reached down and cradled her lover's face as the orgasm whipped through her. Panting, she began to relax, then realized Inger wasn't stopping. "Oh, god, no! We have to get to work, have to..."

Whatever objection she had made no impression on Inger, who continued her slow, loving exploration of Yv's pussy. We need to... go... The words stayed inside her chest, and she was utterly helpless when her second climax, centered on Inger's tongue still playfully toying with her clit, rose inside her. Every sweep of Inger's tongue over her clit and labia made her back arch, and her mouth opened in a silent passionate scream, letting the next orgasm overtake her.

Near tears of joy, Yv let her fingers twist in Inger's blonde tresses, pressing her face relentlessly into her crotch, moaning with abandon, not caring who heard her, heard them making love in the early morning light. Her words came in a torrid whisper. "Inger, don't stop..." It was the opposite of what she intended to say, but her voice and body betrayed her, holding her nearly motionless in the grip of irresistible pleasure.

Inger slowed, mouth still working gently on Yv's pussy, and her eyes opened, crinkling in mirth at the redhead's erotic exhaustion. Lifting her mouth away from her bush, she winked. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist. You did so much last night."

Yv could barely think, much less speak. "W-work?" Her head plopped backward onto the soft quilt.

Inger slid up the bed and lay beside her, kissing Yv with lips still fragrant from the pussy juices she had just conjured. Softly, gently, she whispered, "Fuck work. We'll call in sick, and we don't have any meetings the rest of the week. I'll tell Terrence I'm in bed recuperating"--she gave a very saucy wink--"and I didn't sleep at all last night! I want us to take all day, no rushing to get home to Jack until this evening. Or," she sucked on Yv's left nipple, "tomorrow morning. And I get you all to myself!" The twinkle in her eyes said it all.

An insistent knocking sounded on her apartment door that moment. "Oh, fuck." They dreaded the same thing, that Terrence had somehow discovered their playtime, and was furious with one or both of them. Inger launched herself to her feet and grabbed a robe, placing one finger on Yv's lips. "I'll be back..."

As soon as the bedroom door was closed, Yv levered herself on her elbows, still shaking from Inger's labors. She slid her panties on and reached for her bra, when she heard the front door open and an urgent and stressed, but not angry, male voice rose through the room. Her bra was almost on when the door to the room opened, and Inger rushed in, along with Jack.

Ignoring her near-nudity, Jack rushed to Yv and pulled her into his arms. "Baby, I'm so glad I could find you! Something's happened..."

He let the words come out, and she saw Inger slouch on the bed, a lone tear down her cheek. It took a few minutes, and Yv felt the bra drop out of her hands to the floor, abandoned in shock instead of healthy lust. Then she started crying.

Her mother, Meredith, was in the hospital in Milwaukee, very ill. She would be taking more than just the day off, with no sex on her agenda.

She showered swiftly, alone in Inger's little stall, and dressed quickly before rushing out to hug Jack fiercely. "How did you know to find me here?"

He smiled, reddening slightly. "Inger gave me her address a couple weeks ago. In case I needed to reach you and you weren't home. Too early for work," he grinned, "but not for play, I guess!" He held her close and kissed her cheek.

"So, you knew..." The scent of her juices and Inger's were still thick in the air.

"After Kimiko, I wondered how long it would be before you found another sexy playmate who to make friends with." He nodded to Inger, still in her robe on the couch. "You, my love, have great taste."

Yv buried her face in the Pink Floyd t-shirt on his chest. "Can I have a minute with Inger? Alone?"

He pulled back and kissed her on the lips chastely. "Of course, baby." He left the apartment and stood outside the door to close it.

"Inger, I wish..."

"At least he knows, Yv."

"Yeah, but it's a lousy fucking way to introduce you two." She hugged her as tightly as she had held Jack.

Inger kissed her, and their mouths parted momentarily. She pulled back. "Are you going to be okay, Yv?"

"Yeah. I'm going to fly out as soon as I can get a ticket."

"I understand. You should call Mr. Henson, let him know."

"I will." One last embrace and a lingering kiss, then, "I love you, Inger."

"Me, too, Yv. Let me know when you land. And Jack of course."

"Bye." Yv swept out the door and closed it behind her, then walked with Jack down to his car.

********

At the airport that afternoon, she had, eerily, almost the same conversation with Jack when he took her inside and to the gate. "Call me when you get in. Let me know if you need anything, babe."

"I'll be back soon, I hope. Mr. Henson gave me through the end of next week, just in case." She couldn't say the word funeral or death, and felt her lip quiver at the thought of either one.

Jack kissed her tenderly, and held him until they called her flight.

********

She'd left at just after two o'clock, and with a Denver layover it was a five-hour flight, touching down shortly after nine o'clock in Milwaukee. The sky was leaden and dark, and she felt the wind cut through her coat and jeans. She estimated it was maybe forty degrees, and felt a stab of regret she hadn't brought her down jacket. Hunched over and hugging herself to stay warm, she crossed the tarmac to the terminal, thirty yards away.

Inside, she gathered her lone bag and went to the taxi stand, mentally counting up the fare to home, about twenty minutes away. It would be cold and lonely, and she felt tears rising again. Why didn't I keep in touch with her? Mommy's little slut, she cursed herself, getting laid all over California. Mom would call it 'fornicating' and 'sinning', and I guess she's right...

"Yvie!" She looked up, stunned that anyone knew her here. There he was, though, in a thick sheepskin jacket and a broad grin on his face, waving to her, then crossing to take her luggage, such as it was.

Yv closed her eyes, then stared back at the apparition. "Eddie?"

He scooped her up in a hug, still towering over her. "Yeah. I called your apartment and some guy answered, said you were on your way here. Checked the flights, figured you'd be here sometime tonight. I'm here to take you to your house."

She followed mutely, shivering and not talking beyond a couple of lonely syllables. In his car, the same Ford LTD she'd eagerly claimed his virginity, and given hers, nearly five years ago, she turned to him and held him tightly. "Thank you."

Eddie hugged her back, then let go and keyed the ignition. "You probably haven't eaten much, have you?" A dry ham sandwich in the Oakland terminal was all she had been able to stomach, and she felt a pang of hunger at the thought of actual food.

"No. Food would be nice."

"Okay, I'm buying." They pulled out of the parking lot, and she was glad there wasn't any snow just yet. A half-hour later they stopped at a Bennigan's, familiar and homey to her eyes, and went in to get some food.

Over two steaming coffee mugs, they waited for their dinner to arrive. While hungry, Yv didn't want to gorge herself, even the thought made her warm and relaxed, if not exactly happy. They caught up over dinner.

Eddie was working at his father's office, one of 3M's locations, and doing fairly well. The Ford had been handed down to him a couple of years ago when his dad bought a newer model. "I always think about our first time, Yv... Cold night, lots of snow, and you kept both of us warm in my back seat. Loved you so much then. I know why you had to leave, but it hurt for a while not having you here."

She reached across the table and took his hand without thinking about it. "I meant to keep in touch, to call you, something...."

He turned his hand up and held hers. "Yvie, you had to go. You hated how cold it got. You were hot for California. I should have visited, too, but work and... well, everything got in the way."

They ate their steaks, and Yv thought hers was divine, perfectly cooked, though she didn't go for the baked potato like Eddie, opting instead for steamed veggies. Eddie chuckled. "You sure have gone all the way Californian! Do they even have potatoes out West?"

"They do, but I still try not to overeat. Don't want to go from svelte to stuffed."

"You do look great, Yv."

She smiled at him, remembering suddenly how he looked and felt naked, their first time and so many others after. Her cheeks reddened, and Yv turned away, mumbling a thank you to him.

After dinner, he drove her to the hospital. It was well after visiting hours had ended, but she managed to entreat a sympathetic nurse to let her in to see her for two minutes. Yv's heart nearly seized in her chest. Meredith had never been a large woman, but she remembered her as strong and resolute. Her mother had seemed to shrink into herself, and looked heartbreakingly frail with the oxygen mask over her face and tubes piercing her arms.

"Mommy..." Her tears flowed now, and she wanted to rush in, even if only for a moment, and hold her. Yv turned to the nurse, asked in words thickened with sorrow and worry, "What happened to my mom?"

The nurse explained that it was a bad bout of flu, and she had been brought in early Tuesday evening. Early Thursday Jack had gotten the call, then found Yv and told her. Meredith was in good health before taking ill, and would live through it, but for the next few days, it would be 'touch and go', a phrase Yv immediately detested. The nurse told her she could visit in the morning, after ten, and suggested she get some sleep.

Stumbling out to the waiting room where Eddie sat, she told him everything she knew, and asked him to drive her home. On the way, she cleaved to him, holding him desperately while she looked for a lifeline, some stability she could latch onto.

The little two-bedroom house looked little different in the moonlight, and she saw her mother's car sitting quietly in the driveway, not inside the garage. Stepping through the small iron gate to the door, she retrieved her key, which had made the journey to California and now back again, and inserted it in the lock, relieved when it turned in the lock. Waving to Eddie, she stepped inside and shut the door, locking it behind her.

One floor lamp and the kitchen light were the only illumination, and all of the curtains were drawn and tight. The place was tidy, as if Meredith had put everything away before calling an ambulance to take her to the hospital. Heading to her old room, a mixture of gratitude and sadness washed over her when she saw it hadn't been changed in her absence.

What have you been doing with your life, Mom? Do you have any friends, any neighbors to look in on you? Did one of them call the ambulance? Her mind was still reeling, thrust back into her old town and into the echoes of her old life.

Her bed was made, the thermostat in the hall set to sixty-five degrees. Setting her bag next to her bed, she wanted to shower, but knew that sleep was her first need, since her time with Inger after seven that morning. Doing the math, she realized she had been awake for barely fifteen hours for the trip, but it felt like that many days. Stripping to her bra and panties, she slid under the thick comforter and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

********

Early Friday morning, she called Jack first, and left a message on the machine that she was fine, exhausted, and visiting Meredith once she put herself together. She reached Inger at home, mentally ticking off the hours and realizing she was catching her around seven a. m. Her conversation was a little longer this time, and the sound of Inger's voice buoyed her spirits. Ringing off, she went into the bathroom and stripped before stepping into the tub to shower.

Several tiles were cracked, the grout yellowed and in some spots a much darker brown. It took a few minutes for the water to get hot enough to wash up. When she stepped out, she grabbed a pair of clean towels, using one for her head and the other for her lithe body, wishing Jack or Inger was there for her, ready with the distractions of lips, tongues and other parts. She immediately felt deep shame, knowing that her presence there was not for a vacation or comprehensive fucking.

She strode naked down the hall after hanging up the towels, and went into her old bedroom. Instead of the lighter clothes she'd worn from California, she rummaged through her closet, and was delighted to find most of what she had worn in high school still looked like it fit her. Donning fresh panties and a bra from the top drawer, both a virginal white, she settled on a short-sleeved blouse, blue jeans that still somehow hugged her hips without making her wince, and a green cable sweater. Her last addition was a pair of heavy woolen socks and her clodhoppers, sitting there after the last winter she'd spent there five years ago.

Dressed warmly, she headed to the kitchen and made herself a quick breakfast. Eggs and bacon were on the top shelf of the fridge, both still good, and she cooked herself a solid meal, accompanied by two pieces of buttered toast and marmalade.

As she put her plate and pan into the sink, planning to wash it later, she heard a polite knock at the front door. Curious, she peered through the peephole at the image of a taller man, with a thick body and broad shoulders, a shock of orange hair peeking out from under his Brewers baseball cap. He looked solid and friendly, and she pulled the door open cautiously.

He stood there looking at her. "You would be Yv." Not a question, but she didn't recognize him from before she left. She thought he might be an old teacher, or a neighbor, but he didn't look like any of her acquaintances, or anyone she knew at all.

"I am. You are?" Belatedly noticing the badge holder at his waist, she relaxed, then tensed again. Please don't be bad news...

"Thomas. Tommy to my friends and your mother. Welcome home."

She exhaled with relief. "Please, come in. You want any coffee?"

He chuckled, a good-natured rumble in his chest. "No, ma'am. Already had my two cups today, and more is just tempting fate." He took off his thick jacket and put it on the doorknob of the coat closet by the door.

"O-okay." She pushed the door shut. "How should I know you?"

He shook his head in good humor. "You don't. Meredith and I met a couple of years ago, after I took a deputy's billet here and left Detroit. I'm the one who called your number yesterday, and told your boyfriend to track you down."

"So you're looking in on her?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes. Eddie told me you arrived last night, saw her briefly, and came home to sleep. I made a point not to be here when you arrived."

"Why would you... Oh..." The sudden glimpse into her mother's life was a shock, though Yv was confident her mother had gotten laid after Yv's father had died.

Thomas either missed or ignored her facial signals of her cognition, and went on. "We met six weeks after I arrived here, and started dating a couple of months after that. We've been 'living in sin' between our respective homes the past year or so. You know, she talks about you a lot, Yv. She's so proud of you, left your room alone when you left, in case you ever came home." His voice was confident, soothing, and Yv was rocked to her core.

"You and my Mom are... dating?" It seemed impossible, since her mother had referred to what Yv had wanted when she blossomed into adulthood as sinful and unholy temptation intended to lure careless women astray.

"She's a wonderful woman, loving and generous. I think Meredith has finally gotten over your father's... departure." Her father was dead nine years now, and Yv had trouble remembering him, knew her mother wanted no-one else in her life that way. Until she did, she thought ruefully.

"So, you live here now?"

His smile was calming, paternal. "I have a key, and she has a key to my house. We don't see each other every day, or night, but we do spend a lot of time together."

The phone rang in the kitchen, and Yv left Thomas standing by the door to answer it.

His words immediately calmed her. "Yv, just got your message. You get to see your mother?"

They chatted for several minutes, and Yv noticed peripherally that Thomas had excused himself, closing the door behind him. Utter relief coursed through her, and she sat in one of the kitchen chairs, the long yellow cord trailing behind her.

"Everything okay there, Jack?"

"Yeah. Not really."

"Something happen?"

"I went back to Inger's to get your briefcase. She called to tell me it was still there."

"Okay. You got it, right?"

"That and more. Just after I walked in to get it, some guy pushed the door open, shoved me to the side, and punched her in the face, started screaming about her cheating on him. Called me a 'piece of shit' for fucking her. I told him I didn't, just met her face-to-face this morning." Jack's voice was perturbed, and it sounded like being accused was somehow worse than actually bedding Inger.

"Terrence," she guessed.

"Yeah, him. He turned on me, then, accused me of sleeping with her..."

I'm so glad I wasn't there naked in bed with her... No telling what he would have done to her then. To both of us... "God, Jack... He didn't say 'sleeping', did he?"

"No. She was crying and saying we didn't and he hit her again, then I sorted him out. Hard."

"Oh, no! Is she okay?" She felt a shock of horror, and a simultaneous burst of pride that Jack had been chivalrous enough to protect a woman he barely knew.

His voice became grim, lowering an octave, lingering rage still evident. "Got a big, angry bruise on her jaw where he slugged her, and a couple of cracked ribs. He's a piece of shit for hitting her, lucky I didn't do more to him."

"Where is she?"

"After we went to Emergency to get her ribs taped, I took her to our apartment to rest there for a couple of days 'til things simmer down. He doesn't know where we live, and I slept on the couch, let her take the bed."

Yv's eyes were moist. It sounds like something Jack would do. "My hero," she said without a bit of irony. Wiping away a couple of tears, more for Inger than for her, she continued. "How's she doing?"

The pause before he spoke made her stomach jump. "Good. Um, Yv..."

"Let me guess. She thanked you with a blowjob!" She was determined to make light of it, but when there wasn't an answering chuckle on the other end of the line, she held her breath.

Jack's words were filled with regret, and an undertone of excitement. "Umm, fuck... Yeah. She came out to the couch, and started... Well..." His stammer was cute and alarming at the same time.

I know what she did, how she rewarded him for saving her, I think... Yv held her breath, then spoke, keeping her tone light. "If she did anything, I'll try to be pissed if that'll make you feel better, but she and I have been spending naked time together for a few weeks, so that would be hypocritical as Hell for me to judge either of you."

He sounded embarrassed now, but aroused. "She really likes you, Yv. And, apparently, me now."

Yv's laugh bubbled up quickly. "Apparently! And I didn't need to deck her guy! Look, Jack, I'm not jealous! Honestly, if I were there right now, I'd be doing plenty to distract you both... I love you, and I trust you."

"Yv, she wants me to go to bed with her."

"Like a great big brave hot water bottle, babe?" Still making light of it, still wishing she were home.

Despite himself, Jack chuckled. "Kinda. She told me... she asked me to find out if she could sleep with me. Tonight. Do you really trust me that much with her?"

"Jack, I do love and trust you, baby. No reason you shouldn't enjoy Inger too." She took a deep breath and forged onward. "And when I get home, we'll do a proper introduction. Naked, if you like."

She heard his breath whoosh out of his lungs. "You sure? I mean, it's always been the two of us together, with or without another person there. Except Inger and Kimiko, of course, but I'm fine with you and girlfriends. You're really okay with me plumbing Inger's depths while you're checking on your mother?"

She smiled, was certain Jack heard it in her voice. "Lover, at least one of us should be getting laid. I'm fine if that's you, until I get back and take over. I miss you so much." Left unspoken was how much she wanted him here to comfort her, too.

"I miss you too, Yv. Okay, I'll think about letting Inger have her way with me. Your old boyfriend still around?"

"Eddie? Yeah, he picked me up at the airport, then took me to dinner. Didn't know how hungry I was, but he understood before I did how badly I needed food. Then he brought me home, my mom's place."

"He stay over?" Again, an utter lack of envy, just mild curiosity.

"No. No, he dropped me off, waited in his car until I was inside, then left."

"Hey, babe, if anything happens..."

"It won't, Jack. He's moved on with his life. Probably has a girlfriend in bed right now."

"Well If something does, enjoy him, then me when you get back. I trust you too, and I love you, baby."

"I love you too."

********

Yv got the old Chevy started easily; her mother had kept it in good repair, probably kept it in the tight little one-car garage during freezes. It occurred to her that Thomas may have been helping her too. Driving up to Milwaukee was a matter of twenty minutes, the traffic light this long after the morning commute.

At the hospital, she parked and went straight to her mother's room. Before she could enter, a different nurse from Thursday's gave her long blue gloves, almost gauntlets, and a lighter blue face mask and gown, explaining her mother might still be contagious.

Yv went in quietly and sat on the chair, just watching her mother's chest rise and fall gently for several minutes. Please be okay... She held Meredith's hand, wishing the gloves weren't so heavy, that she could feel the warmth of her mother's skin, the blood pulsing through her.

By stages, her mother's breathing changed, became deeper, more wakeful. A little while after, her eyes fluttered open, then focused before she inhaled sharply. "Yv?" Meredith's voice sounded like rustling leaves, raspy and barely in the range of hearing.

"Yes, Mom. I'm here." She felt her voice catch.

The oxygen mask moved, her mother's smile barely visible through the translucent cover. "I'm so glad you're here, Yv. So glad you made it." Speaking seemed almost beyond her strength, and she went silent, just gazing upon her daughter.

Yv clasped her hand, wondering why they had hated each other so much, knowing it really wasn't true. "Mom, you're going to be okay."

Meredith chuckled, a dry, scratchy noise that set off a mild fit of coughing. "I know. They told me I'll be home next week. I missed you, Yvie."

"Mom, I'm so sorry I wasn't here..."

"Nonsense, baby girl." Her mother hadn't called her that since her father had died. "You have your own life, and Thomas was there, brought me here in his squad car." She blinked then concentrated before speaking again. "He's my... boyfriend. Stayed over the last few nights."

"You were sick for that long?"

The same dry chuckle came, but didn't set off another coughing jag. "No, got ill Sunday, felt like utter shit on Monday. He got me out of bed and into some clothes for the trip here."

Yv's mind reeled. Her mother never cursed around her, and... Got her dressed? Like she was naked in bed? With Thomas? It made complete sense to her intellectually, but the thought of Meredith naked and rolling around in bed with a man, any man, was alien to her.

Meredith smiled again at the confused look on Yv's face. "Bet you didn't know your mother enjoys having a man warm her bed... He's a good man, lost his wife before moving here. We... like each other a lot."

"He has a key." She tried not to sound accusing, just stating a fact, but she felt oddly betrayed. "Mom, you kept warning me away from boys, didn't want me..."

"I didn't want you to get pregnant like I did. Losing your father was harder on me than I told you at the time. I wanted better for you. Now you're out of college. I'm so proud of you."

"Mom, there's a guy..."

Her mother's smile was gentler now. "There always is. Thomas isn't the first man I've slept with after your father died, but he's the first one who has a key to the house. And other things," she finished with a satisfied smile. "I know about Jack, and I'm sure he's not the only one you've been intimate with, right?"

Yv's face felt pale to her, the blood draining completely from it. "H-how?"

"I keep track even if you're not here. I just want to know you're happy. You and Eddie... I was so scared you'd..."

"Get pregnant and marry him?" She closed her eyes to admit another deadly sin. "I was on the Pill almost the entire time. I wasn't going to get pregnant. Haven't still."

"Not pregnant, though if you'd stayed you'd probably have married him, started popping out kids and sacrificed your dreams." Meredith frowned. "No, that's not fair to either of you. But I knew if you didn't take that scholarship, you might just stay here, never go. Most of your friends stayed after high school, never went further than Milwaukee to live. I didn't want that for you."

"So, you're not mad about Jack?"

Her mother's hand gripped hers tight. "No. You clearly love him, and I think he'll ask you to marry him. Someday."

Yv wanted to tell her about Jack, and her friend--lover--Inger, and the experiences she'd had with Jack, Inger, Kimiko, Sean and the rest. Instead, she said simply, "He might."

They spent the next hours catching up on their lives. Yv remained discreet about her sexual history, reasoning it would be jarring to reveal it, and was pleased Meredith didn't want to compare what they each liked in bed.

Meredith and the nurse shooed her out around three o'clock so she could sleep, and Yv told her she would be back later, or in the morning. Her mother said the morning was just fine, and the nurse told her to wait until then.

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Yv drove around Milwaukee, then her hometown for a couple of hours, looking at how the winds of change had blown through both. A couple of old storefront businesses had closed, replaced by a dry cleaners and a pizza place. Acclimating herself to the little town was eerie, and she half-expected to see some of her fellow students walking down the sidewalks, talking animatedly and chewing on candy or other treats. She stopped to top off the gasoline, feeling guilty about using it, and realizing that feeling that way was stupid.

At last, she pulled in front of the garage and stepped out of the car, feeling better than she had since she had arrived. Dusk would be closing in soon, and she wondered what to do about dinner. Walking through the opening in the white stucco wall, three feet tall and looking freshly painted, she stopped short when she saw a figure standing inside the open iron gate in front, hands in her pockets, a belligerent air to her.

The other woman was sturdy, thick and solid, and might have been pretty except for the scowl wrinkling her nose and forehead. Her down jacket was powder blue, almost the same shade as Yv's mask and gown had been, and she had jet black hair hanging down to her shoulders, motionless as she stood there mutely. She stared at Yv for a moment and took her hands out of her pockets before she advanced on Yv. Stopping a few feet away, she announced, "Yvette Fucking Kaminski, back in town after all these years. Fuck..." Her features were twisted in a sneer.

Yv wondered if she should know her, maybe from high school, or around town, but couldn't place her, and wasn't sure she wanted to. "People call me Yv." She almost extended her hand to shake the other's, but didn't think it would be appropriate until she learned more.

The intruder took another step forward, and now stood between Yv and the front door. "I know. New Year's Eve fucking Eve. Right?" The scowl deepened, her dark eyebrows staring with an intense emotion, which Yv thought might be hatred. And Yv had no idea why.

"I don't remember you."

The brunette scoffed, tossing her hair dismissively. "Of course not. I was a junior when you left school and this fucking town for sunny California! We all hated you, Yvette. Did you know that?"

The conversation had been weird, and had made a hard left into surreal. "Look, I don't know what your problem is, but I don't have time for it." Yv stepped around her towards the door, but she stepped with her, intercepting her and continuing to block her escape.

"You really don't remember, do you? Lorraine. Lorraine Canfield."

Dimly, Yv remembered a much less imposing and slender girl. They'd never spoken, but she had no inkling of why Lorraine was so opposed to her. "Lorraine? What's going on?"

"As if you don't know. Eddie picked you up from the airport. I told him to let you get a taxi, but he insisted, drove all the way there, took you on a date, then came back her and fucked you before coming home to me." Her breath was deeper, faster, as if she was working herself up to violence.

"That's not it at all..."

"Liar! He wouldn't admit it either, but I know you dropped to your knees, sucked his cock to thank him for dinner. Probably swallowed all of his load for dessert! You fucking slut, he's mine, and you don't deserve him!"

"No we didn't. I didn't. He just dropped me off, no sex, no sucking anything..." Yv wanted this to go away. It was already a tough day with being at the hospital, and she felt her own mood getting very short. Eager not to mix it up, she kept her voice calm.

Lorraine was having none of it. She leaned into her, stopping when her face was inches from Yv's. "Eddie told me all about his first love, his first lay. Goes on and on about you, Yvette. I told him I didn't care about it, but I lied to him. I just wish I'd been the one he fucked first..."

Comprehension dawned. "You're his girlfriend..."

"I'm his fucking fiancée, bitch!"

Yv sighed, hoping releasing her tension would calm the other woman. "I think I understand. Look, it was a long time ago, we were a long time ago, and I have a guy now, in California." The utter hatred poured off Lorraine like an umbrella shedding a downpour that just kept coming. "I'm not trying to get Eddie into bed, just here to see my mother. I'm not jealous, Lorraine. Eddie deserves to have someone, be happy with her."

"And I just bet you'd be happy with him in your bed, in your fucking cunt!"

What in the Hell? What is this? Why now? Yv had been too stunned to be angry, but that had now passed, and she felt red-hot ire rising in her. "We're not fucking, not... anything. Just friends. We were more years ago..."

"Then you left and now that you're back you're all he thinks about."

Yv shook her head slowly. "Didn't say anything to me. Lorraine, I'm just here because my mother's sick and in the hospital."

"Your fucking mother? She's as big a slut as you, fucking her way around town."

Yv laughed, a brash cough and little more. "You sure you mean my mother? She's got one man in her life so far as I know..." It was as far as she got.

Lorraine slapped her, more shocking because of the violence than any real pain, and Yv blinked as she came to terms with the attack. Seeing an opening, the other woman stepped in and punched her in the face, connecting with her left eye, spinning her head hard. Ducking and avoiding the second wild swing, Yv dove to the side.

Pressing her advantage, Lorraine pushed her down to the ground, and Yv turned so her shoulder took the brunt of the impact instead of the back of her skull. She saw her assailant lift one foot to stomp down on her, murderous intent turning her face ugly.

Yv lashed out with one booted foot, more in desperation than with any aim, and connected with Lorraine's knee. She heard a liquid crack as the joint gave way, just before the brunette collapsed howling in rage and pain. Ignoring her injury, the bigger woman turned onto her right hip, the left leg at a crazy angle, and tried to launch herself on her arms and remaining good leg at Yv again.

Yv swept her foot backwards from where it was, hoping to stop the fight before it escalated to her lying broken or dead in the yard. The substantial heel of her boot slammed into Lorraine's jaw, hard. There was a loud clomp at the impact, and Lorraine looked dazed, a confused look on her face as she hit the ground. Yv noticed her jaw was somehow off-center, her lips bloodied, a couple of teeth falling out.

Yv scrambled away and got into a crouch, waiting for the next attack, but all that happened was Lorraine mewling in semi-conscious pain and starting to cry. Yv sat just staring for long moments. Did I fucking kill her?

A loud electronic whoop-whoop! in the cool autumn air shattered the autumn air, and a police cruiser in the town's green and white livery pulled up just outside the gate. Two patrolmen jumped out. The driver was Thomas, the other unknown to her. Thomas knelt beside Yv, leaving the other officer to check Lorraine.

"You okay, Yvette?" She gave a brisk nod, even though her eye was starting to swell from the punch.

"How is she? What was she doing here?" Thomas helped her to her feet.

"I was afraid of something like this. Lorraine has been dating your old beau Eddie for a couple of months. Has a reputation for going bat-shit crazy jealous. You're not the first 'other woman' she's jumped, and she beat a couple of them to a pulp, hospitalized one. Her father's an alderman, so no-one did much more than quietly pay some hospital bills." Glancing over at the felled attacker, he dropped his voice. "Looks like she won't do that again anytime soon."

Yv was still a little wobbly, and leaned against the porch. "She said they're engaged."

He shook his head in dismissal. "She might have said it, probably isn't true."

The stress of the day, capped by the insane fight, drained the last of Yv's reserves, and she sat heavily on the first step, quiet tears streaming down her cheeks. An ambulance arrived shortly after, checking Lorraine first and putting her on a folding gurney to take her to the hospital. One of the attendants flashed a penlight in each of Yv's eyes, then put a cold compress against her eye socket, and pressed a couple of aspirin into her hand.

Thomas helped her into the house, then got a glass of water for her. Dutifully swallowing the two tablets, she sat, dizzy with reaction and the sudden absence of a fight-or-flight reflex. Thomas got her to lie down on the couch, covered her with the blanket from the front closet, and told her to call if she needed anything. Then he left, closing the front door gently.

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Her head and eye were only lightly pounding when she awoke to a steady knocking on the front door. Hauling herself to her feet, Yv tottered to the door and looked through the peephole. It was dark, and she flipped the porch light on, seeing Eddie poised to knock again.

She opened the door slowly. "Eddie? I'm all right."

He stepped inside and took her in his arms, pushing the door shut behind him. "I'm here for you, Yv. Your mom's boyfriend told me what happened, what Lorraine did." He held her close and stroked her hair. "I'm so sorry."

"You didn't attack me, try to beat me to death. She'll make a great future wife." A wan smile passed over her face, and the pain at her eye diminished for a moment.

"We've only been dating for a little while, Yvie. She told me the other fights she had were just misunderstandings, and she was sorry for them. The two guys ahead of me left her, and she said they just didn't understand, didn't believe her. Now I know why."

"So, no wedding bells in the offing?" Yv nestled into his arms, letting him comfort her. She realized Jack would be home soon, then Inger would comfort him, both naked and willing.

"None! We never even talked about it! One of her old boyfriends told me she latches on hard, but didn't mention marriage, either of them." His hand stroked her hair and back, and Yv nestled closer, then sighed. "She'll be in the hospital for a while, Yv. Nurse told me before I left you broke her knee and dislocated her jaw. Didn't know you were such a hellcat!"

A timorous smile made its way to her face, and she blushed. "I'm not. Just swung my foot a couple of times when she tried to stomp me to death. Besides, none of it's your fault. She said you called me your first love..."

His forehead crinkled in consternation. "Another thing we never discussed! Look, when you're with a new guy, a new boyfriend, do you go on about how the relationship was, how the sex was, with him?"

Scoffing quietly, she felt herself smiling, and the pain in her eye subsided to almost nothing. "No, not usually, Eddie." She pulled back and looked up into his eyes. "Lorraine said she knew I sucked your cock last night, s-swallowed it all for dessert..."

"We were both there, and that didn't happen." He looked down at her. "Wouldn't have since I was with Lorraine."

"Was?"

"We're done. Far too crazy for my tastes."

"Good." I don't want her to hurt you. Yv closed her eyes, arms around his waist. "You know, I always loved making love with you. She must have thought you were pretty good, too."

"She was pretty good, once you got past the fact she wouldn't... do most of what you did."

"No blowjobs?" She laughed now. "You know, all the girls are doing it now!" She'd meant it as a joke, but felt a stirring inside her. Suddenly uncomfortable, she let go of him and retreated. "Eddie, I meant... I mean..."

"It's okay, Yv. At least your boyfriend isn't crazy, doesn't hit you."

"I wouldn't be with him if he did. He did hit a guy, though."

"What happened? Someone besmirch your honor?"

She was amused he remembered their English homework, then she saw herself and Eddie naked and passionate, sweating and straining against each other in his backseat, and in the motel south of town. A sudden image of him on top of her, cock plunging inside her, all the way into her womb, depositing streams of hot semen each time he came inside her, took her by surprise. "No. A friend of mine."

"How'd that happen?" He seemed only curious, but more than idly interested.

Trying not to concentrate on the solidifying memories of their passion years ago, stammering in severe mental vapor lock, she got the story out, her briefcase, Jack's visit to retrieve it, the boyfriend accusing him of an affair with Inger, striking her twice before Jack laid him out. She told him everything but the sex part, why she had even been there.

He listened quietly, not prompting her for any details. Nodding his head, he digested what she had said and looked at her. "Yv, how did she have your briefcase?"

"We work together, and work out a couple of times a week. Her gym is nearby and we go back to her place to shower and change."

"They don't have showers at the gym?" It was an innocent question, sending her mind veering off to recall the deeply satisfying cunnilingus Inger had bestowed upon her yesterday morning.

"Th-they do," she said, cursing the stutter that made her sound like a liar.

"Okay... Why did Jack have to find you at her place? In the morning? Sleep over?"

Yv didn't want to say it, say anything about her affair with Inger, certain Eddie would either be appalled or just leave. "W-we work out at her apartment too..."

"And shower together?" He was obviously teasing, but a deep throb penetrated her clitoris, and Yv knew she was wet.

Averting her eyes, the truth crept out. "Yes. Usually after we... get out of bed."

Eddie's eyes widened a fraction. "You sleep with her? Have sex with her and Jack?"

Her giggle was embarrassed and nervous. "Not together," then she looked into Eddie's eyes. "Jack and I have fun with other people in our bed. Sometimes." She shifted on the cushions, and leaned towards him. "Jack is a great... boyfriend, and he's very passionate in bed. We just like to share."

"So, you like sex with women, too." Still the same calm expression and quiet tone.

"Eddie, you know how much I loved the two of us together, naked and making love every night, all night long. Your cock..." Shaking her head, she started again. "Jack's the same way, and we've been together for"--how long, she thought quickly--"two years, more. We visited a nude beach and I made a female friend, and found out I like going down on women too, and them going down on me, and he's fine with that."

"Wow..." Neither of them spoke for a long minute. "So, you've eaten pussy?"

The bald honesty of the question drove a laugh from Yv's throat. "I do, but I still like a stiff cock inside me! Pretty much anywhere...," she finished shyly. I know why I said that, and so do you, Eddie...

Eddie grinned. "Nice to know! So, how's your friend Inger?"

"Staying with us for now. With Jack while I'm here."

"You trust your hot gal on the side with your boyfriend?"

Yv shook her head ruefully. "Completely, Eddie. I was almost there when her boyfriend got to her place, and if he was pissed thinking she was cheating on him with another guy, I suspect he would have been furious if he'd seen us with her face in my lap."

Eddie moved a little closer. "Yvie, that sounds so hot... Would love to have been there with the both of you."

Her laugh was sudden, loud and joyous. "So would Jack! Anyway, he told me this morning he slept on the couch, let her have our bed..."

"That's good!"

It was Yv's turn to grin impishly, wondering what he would think. "This morning she came out to the couch naked and blew Jack to thank him for standing up for her."

"So, you can't trust him?" Eddie seemed confused, which she found unsurprising.

Taking his hands in hers, she answered, gazing into his eyes. "No, I can trust him. He asked my permission to sleep with her tonight, her request. I love both of them, and told him yes."

"Really..."

She exhaled loudly, and looked again at him, feeling the accumulated fatigue from all the day's activities. "Eddie, it's been a long day. My mom, both fights, the BJ Jack got from Inger. It's still early and I feel so wiped!"

He withdrew his hands slowly. "I really understand, babe." She understood the last word was probably an accident, but her heart jumped at it. He made is if to stand, his center of gravity over the edge of the chair. Yv clasped his hands again, silently urging him to sit.

"Hey. Look, Inger and Jack are probably going to be fucking up a storm tonight. He's very good and very enthusiastic. Inger's... great too! I hadn't told him about me and Inger, not that way, just that we're friends, and he figured it out yesterday, completely not jealous. Didn't see the need to forgive me for my extracurricular cunnilingus."

Eddie face split slowly in a covetous grin. "I'm glad he didn't hold it against you. So, probably some conversations when you get home and see him again?"

"And her. And here you are, without a girlfriend."

His mood darkened. "Definitely without her. Permanently. I wouldn't have forgiven myself if she'd hurt you. I mean if she hurt you worse."

She touched his cheek. "Not what I meant, exactly. Eddie..." She stood and looked around the room. All the curtains were still drawn, blinds all down, and the lights in the house were still off, while they talked in the growing darkness, the only illumination coming from the streetlamps leaking through.

Worrying her lower lip between her teeth, Yv removed her coat and tossed it on the couch, then hauled the green cable sweater over her head, then the thin shirt below it. Standing in her bra and heavy jeans, she bent at the waist to look into his eyes.

"You know what I regret, Eddie?"

He barely whispered back. "What?"

"We never did it in my room." She stood back up and reached for his hand, helping him to stand and follow. She scooped up her sweater and top, leading him to her room. While he watched, Yv pulled her bra off, then sat on the bed to remove the heavy boots, standing to pull her jeans and panties off together, leaving them on the floor by the bed. Naked except for her socks, she stepped into Eddie for a lingering kiss, parting her lips as he did the same. Yearning made her shiver in the cool room, and his hands stroked every bit of her skin from her thighs to her shoulders, before he lowered his mouth to kiss and suck on her tits.

A gasp left her throat, her nipples stiffening when he worked one of his fingers onto her slit and gingerly between her labia. The warmth of his palm on her pussy, the slow delving gradually deepening, stoked her passion. Yv spread her thighs slightly, supporting her weight on his shoulders, giving him more room to explore. He slid a second finger inside, and she moaned, wanting more now.

Releasing his neck, she helped him off with his clothing, and they were quickly on her bed, the narrow twin that had always been enough in high school. His erection was thick, and hot in her hand, and she rolled onto her back, letting him squeeze between her and the edge before moving over her.

His cock pressed against her bush, waiting for her permission to enter. Unwilling to wait, Yv took the thick flesh in her hands, rubbing it against her clit and hole, heart pounding, before putting the glans just inside her pussy. She whispered furtively, the old fears of discovery, being walked in on, rising once more inside her, "Push it in, baby. I want you inside me all the way..."

Eddie nodded, then moved slowly, almost stretching his back as his cock slid inside her, stopping when their pubes were compressed against each other. Then he started to move, humping her slowly, more slowly than their first time in the back seat of the LTD. She felt the same pangs of anxiety and love she'd felt then, wanted him more than ever. She groaned again when he craned his neck and resumed kissing her breasts, sucking the left nipple between his lips, in between his thrusts.

He rocked her faster, the intensity of it divine and fulfilling. She gasped quietly, still illogically worried someone might hear, might see them. "God, Eddie, you feel so fucking good inside me... Make me cum again, all night..."

Her heels stroked the backs of his thighs, her arms around his back, desperate to pull him all the way into her. Cum inside me, baby. Fill me up... She didn't say it, didn't need to, since he'd always unleashed his loads into her, letting her overflow with the thick white fluid. He sped up at a measured pace, clearly wanting to prolong their intimacy.

Yv's climax seized her in its jaws and shook her like a dog with a rat. Her orgasms had always been different with Jack; Eddie had his own rhythm, his own way of making love to her. Her next whisper was fierce, strained. "God, baby! I just came so hard, I love you, Eddie, so much!" He sped up, the bed creaking beneath their weight, the soft sound of his groin meeting hers not quite drowned out. "Cum, baby! Cum..."

Eddie groaned, then pulled out of her as his first spurt shot forward. Cum sprayed Yv's tits up to her throat, surge after surge, slowing down until he moved to her side and kissed her. Yv held him, kissing his face, then pulled back. Her voice was mild, loving, but surprised. "What the Hell, Eddie! I love when you cum inside me..."

"Didn't... know... if you were... still on the... Pill, sweetheart." He was panting still, and the feel of his semen cooling and starting to drip off her was erotic in a way she'd seldom had.

Putting her left arm under his head, she kissed him slowly. "I appreciate the thought, but I really wanted that whole load in my hole. Felt great though!"

"So, nobody's ever pulled out?"

"Usually not! You know I love sucking your cock, right? How you'd cum in my mouth or on my face, or my tits? Just in general I like giving blowjobs, sweetheart. Having you pull out was a surprise for sure, but I think I can choke down my disappointment. This time..."

She kissed him again, then scooped the cooling cum off her left breast and licked it off her finger in front of him in the dimness of the room. "Love how you taste, Eddie."

"Also how Jack and every other guy does?"

"Mostly. Pussy's different from woman to woman, so is a man's jizz. Most of the time I enjoy swallowing, and like the taste. You taste... unique. So does Jack. But I don't want to talk about him. I know he's probably filling Inger's blonde pussy right now, probably trading oral, too." She felt neither jealousy nor anger. Jack's going to fuck Inger like I did Wednesday night, but with more dick than I have. I'm going to have Eddie all night if he likes...

Eddie looked momentarily uncomfortable. "Babe, I also pulled out for Lorraine."

She scoffed, then chuckled. "She didn't like cum inside her? Something wrong with that girl, aside from the homicidal rage issues..."

"She didn't like condoms, wouldn't take the Pill, wanted me to pull out and jack off on her every time we..."

"Eddie." The interruption was soft and clear. "You're in bed with me, and I don't need to hear how you fucked your ex-girlfriend. I understand, and you don't have to pull out with me. Ever."

"Also good to know. I love you, Yv, always will."

She got out of bed, heading naked and dripping down to the linen closet and grabbed a fresh towel, rubbing the droplets of cum off the length of her body, before climbing back in bed and snuggling with him to resume their pillow talk. "I'll always love you, too, Eddie, even when we're far apart."

He chuckled, the ghost of a hurt expression over his face. "I guess it wouldn't work for you to be back here permanently. I never thought I'd see you... naked... again." He ran his fingertips from her throat to her hips and back again. "You were my first, after all..."

Giggling girlishly, "I was there! You were mine, too." She turned into him, pulling on his buttocks, feeling the still semi-hard rod against her. "You're going to stay the night, and we're going to get our fill of each other. All night. You okay with that? I mean, you just broke up with a psycho, and I must be crazy for you if I'm sleeping with you again!"

"Very okay with that. We can do everything we did before."

"I'd like that so much, baby... And more..."