The Guilded Lily Ch. 08: The Violet

Chapter 8.

The Violet.

* * *

Shelly Fraser.

Andy finished the song he was singing on live TV.

"Falling slowly into you... I love you, Shelly."

The tears were streaming down my face as I hugged the skinny frame of Andy's guitar technician, Bones. The old roadie held me, patting my back.

"That... that... was about us... him and me," I sobbed.

"Aye, it was lass," he drawled in his Yorkshire accent, "He swore me to secrecy, but he wrote it for you."

"Thanks for staying with me, Bones, I still get jittery on my own."

"Andy asked me. He was looking after you. Now, I'd better rescue the guitars afore sum bugger pinches 'em."

He wandered off as Andy came off the set towards me. I flung myself into his arms, crushing him to me. "I love you too, Andy," I cried, "we'll make it work, won't we?"

"Yes, we will, Baby."

I looked up at him and smirked, "Mandy told you to call me that!"

"Do you mind if I do?"

"No, it's nice. You and I need to have a talk though, about Mandy and us and stuff."

Andy hugged me close. "We'll talk later. Now let's find a way out of here without the crowds."

One of the production team let us out of a side door, and we got into a waiting car.

The TV company had paid for an excellent four-star hotel, and we'd got a small suite. We got settled in our rooms. Andy had ordered some fruit juice and sparkling water for us. It occurred to me that neither of us drank alcohol, and I thought how perfect that was.

Andy led me to the bedroom, and we sat on the bed. "Where do you want to talk," he asked.

"There's a nice big spa bath, why don't we get in and have a chat there," I suggested.

Andy started the water running while I undressed and slipped into a towelling robe. I wandered through to the bathroom and watched as he slipped his own clothes off. He stood naked by the large bath, and I took in his body. He had a wiry, muscular frame, slim hips, and a flat stomach. His shoulder-length brown hair was straight and tidy. His muscular legs flexed as he bent over the bath to check the temperature. He had the perfect guys butt too!

"That's about right," he said, "Want to get in?"

I untied the belt of the robe and slowly opened it, displaying my trimmed, dark-furred pussy followed by my firm B cup breasts. My long dark nipples were already hard, and I heard Andy groan as I slipped the robe off of my shoulders and dropped it to the floor.

He stared at me, slack-jawed, for a few seconds. "You're beautiful, Shelly," he whispered.

"You're not bad yourself, Slim," I said.

I walked over to the bath, and Andy took my hand as I stepped in. I slid into the water as Andy turned on the spa jets. He stepped in and sat beside me, his arm around my shoulder.

"What do you want for us, Andy," I began.

"I want to be with you. What do you want?"

"I want to be with you too. I want to finish with Mandy before we do anything though."

"Do you want me to share you with her? I will if that's what you want."

"No, Andy, I've has two beautiful years with Mandy. She was so good for me when I was finding myself and my sexuality, but we were always a finite thing. Mandy belongs to your Dad and Crystal. I was a bit of fun."

"You mean she used you?"

"No, silly. If anything, I used her. I mean that we indulged each other, and Jimmy and Crystal let us. It's time I gave her back to them for good."

"Will Diane be a problem for you, Shelly? I intend to stay friendly with her and be a part of this child's life as much as I can."

"No, Andy, I'll encourage you to be a wonderful father. I'd like to be friends with Diane too if she'll let me."

"I don't see why not? We both have to move on."

"Andy. There is one problem I see. If I become ill, I can't promise to be faithful to you. I'd always want to be, but when I'm manic, it's another person in charge. Do you think you can handle that?"

Andy thought for a moment. "Shelly, I can't lie and tell you that Diane's cheating didn't shock me to the core, but I expected her to be faithful. If this is who you are, I'll do my best to accept it. When either of us has a problem, we need to talk about it, but all I can ask you for is your best shot. If anything ever happens to either of us, we need to tell the other. When I get women flinging themselves at me, which happens, I'll tell you. If you are ill and can't be true to me, you tell me afterwards."

"How about we agree to do our best for each other, but try to accept any failings if they happen," I said.

"Agreed," said Andy.

I picked up the soap and washed Andy's firm body. I soaped his chest, running my hands over his pectorals. "I've never touched a man like this before," I said, "Tell me if I do anything wrong."

Andy smiled and slid his hand around my waist, roaming up to my left breast. He gazed into my eyes as his fingers grazed over my nipple. I smiled and nodded.

"I love your breasts, Shelly," he whispered, "so soft, yet your nipples are so hard."

I slipped my hand down his belly and touched his pubic hair, finding the base of his cock and sliding my hand up the length of it. "So big, so hard," I gasped, "Touch my pussy Andy, I'm so wet for you."

His hand crept to my cleft and slid along the outer lips. I looked deep into his eyes and moaned. My heart was full of love for this man, I'd loved Mandy, but was falling in love with Andy. Our mouths met, and I parted my lips, allowing his soft tongue inside where it searched for mine.

I stiffened as a finger wormed its way inside me. Andy stopped and looked at me, seeking permission. I grinned at him, "It's okay, your fingers feel different."

He smiled, slid his finger deep into my wet pussy, and brought his eager mouth back to mine.

I began stroking his stiff cock under the water. My hand barely fitted around it, and I felt the soft skin sliding over a hard core. "I want to make you cum," I cooed, "Are you close?"

Andy nodded. "Grip a little firmer and move your hand faster."

I did as he said and soon his hips were rising in time with the pumping of his stiff shaft.

"Stand up. I want to see it."

Andy stood in the bath in front of me, and I changed my grip to make it easier to stroke him. My hand worked faster now, and I stared at his stiff penis.

"Oh yes, like that, Baby!"

"Will it shoot out of the end, like on porn films?" I asked.

"Mmm Hmm, any time now."

I slipped my free hand under his cock, finding his balls, and stroked them as I jacked him.

"Fuck, YES!" Andy groaned as his hips jerked and a stream of white cum jetted out of his tip, hitting me on the chest. I pumped him some more, as squirt after squirt poured from his cock, covering my tits and face in his essence. I licked some from my lips as I stared into his eyes. I tasted him for the first time and smiled.

"Oh fuck, Baby, that's so hot," he whispered.

I licked up some more, then leant forwards and sucked on his deflating prick. Andy grabbed the side of the bath as his legs gave way, and he sat down next to me.

"I don't believe that was your first time."

"I've only had one lover," I said, "and you know her."

"Baby, that was the most amazing handjob I've ever had."

"We aim to please," I giggled.

"You've aimed it everywhere," he smiled.

Andy took a cloth and washed my face, cleaning the cum from me, then kissed me.

"I can still taste me on your mouth," he said.

"Sorry, is that a turn off for you?"

"It should be, but you know what, it's not so bad."

"I loved doing that for you, Andy. I like your taste."

"Will you let me get you off too," he asked.

"Oh, please," I moaned.

Andy lifted me out of the water and sat me on the edge of the tub. He rubbed his hands up my thighs, pushing them apart and lowered his head to my pulsing slit. I smiled. This I was familiar with.

"Leave my clit until last," I hinted, "I come harder if you 'torture' me a bit."

Andy grinned and gave an evil laugh. His tongue dipped into my sex, and he wiggled it inside me. I grasped his hair, pulling him into me. "I need to cum so bad," I said.

He sniggered and lapped at my hole, spreading my lips with his fingers. He slowly slid one digit into my tunnel and finger fucked me as he licked around my labia. I groaned as his other hand sneaked up to my breast and grasped a nipple, pinching and rolling it between his finger and thumb.

"Be a little rougher with my nips, Andy."

He grasped me and pulled my nipple straight out from my chest. I moaned. The nipple slipped from his grasp, and he gripped it again, a little harder, repeating the whole procedure over and over as his finger drove into my pussy.

I thrust back at his invading finger, and he sensed my readiness and slid a second finger into my sopping pussy as his lips sucked onto my clit. He flicked his tongue over my hard bud.

"Gaaaahh!" My breath exploded from me as my muscles tensed, and I shuddered.

Andy slid his fingers out of my slit, dripping with my juices, and slipped them into his mouth, sucking. He smiled and returned his attention to my throbbing pussy, laving it with his tongue as I slowly recovered my breath.

"Oh, Andy! That was a wonderful orgasm. Thank you."He smiled at me and pulled me back into the bathtub beside him. He reached towards me to kiss me, then hesitated. I smiled.

"It's okay, Andy, I like the taste of my pussy."

He thought about that for a second, and I saw the reason dawn on him. "Oh yeah, Mandy."

I nodded and kissed him, licking my juices from his lips.

"Considering you've never been with a man," he grinned, "You're driving me crazy."

I cuddled up to him in the cooling bath water and hugged him.

"Let's get dried off and get into bed. I want you to hold me while I go to sleep tonight," I said.

We climbed out of the tub and dried each other off, teasing. We walked to the bed, and I pulled back the sheets, jumping in. Andy slipped in beside me, and we kissed.

"Spoon behind me?" I asked.

"I'd love to."

He cuddled up to me and wrapped an arm around my waist. I took his hand and slid it up to cup my right breast, snuggling back into him. "Is that thing hard again," I giggled, "I'm being poked."

"You want me to turn over?"

"No, just rest it against my ass, and it'll be fine."

Andy kissed the back of my head. "I love you, Baby."

"Love you too, Slim."

* * *

Jimmy Blake.

Crystal and I had been in the audience for the Gary Young Show that evening. Andy had done a good interview, being honest about his struggle with alcohol after his breakup. Gary didn't pursue the ins and outs of that breakup.

The highlight, though, was the song Andy closed the show with. He was very secretive about what he was singing. Still, He had done a one-day recording session at a local studio the previous week.

The song he sang was a beautiful love song, dedicated to Shelly. By the end of it, Crystal was in tears, and I wasn't far behind.

We'd stayed in a pleasant hotel, the same one Andy and Shelly were using, and called by their room the next morning to see if they wanted to go to breakfast together.

Crystal knocked on the door, and Andy opened it. "Come in Crystal, Dad, I've just made coffee, you want a cup?"

We took a seat as Andy brought our drinks. "Shall we go to breakfast together?" I asked.

"Yeah, that would be nice. Shelly's still in the shower, but once she's dressed, we'll go down."

A few minutes later, Shelly came through in a bathrobe. "Good Morning," she grinned, "How's everyone?"

Crystal smiled at her. "Somebody got laid last night... Sis!"

Shelly looked embarrassed. "I'm just happy," she said, "Andy and I are not intimate, yet."

"I'm sorry, Shell, me and my big mouth, it's none of my business."

"It's okay," said Shelly, "We've never shied away from talking about sex. It's just that Andy's worried about being on the rebound. I'm worried about my illness, so we've been slow and gentle with each other."

I looked over at Andy. "I must have done something right raising you, Boy," I smiled.

He blushed a little, "It's what Shelly deserves, Dad. We care about each other and don't want to rush stuff and mess it up."

"Taking it slow can be fun too," said Crystal, "Remember me and you, Jimmy?"

I smiled. "We were married before we had 'sex' sex."

Crystal got a dreamy look in her eyes. "Over three months of foreplay," she sighed.

We all laughed, then Shelly dressed, and we left for breakfast.

* * *

We soon settled back in Birmingham, Shelly back at the City Farm and Crystal and I back to the restaurant. Andy and the band were waiting for the start of a brief UK tour and were practising a lot.

Shelly and Mandy were very clingy. They'd both realised that their 'affair' had run its course, but Mandy had Crystal and me, and Shelly had Andy.

Mandy had told us she was letting Shelly set the pace of their separating and was supporting her. I'd had a word with Andy, to make sure he understood what was going on, but Shelly and he had discussed this, and he was happy to let her take her time.

He explained that he was 'sharing' Shelly in the meantime, though they had not yet had full sex.

We'd been sitting chatting together one evening and, when it got late, we got ready to head off to bed. Crystal and I headed off towards our room as Shelly stood and went to Andy. She gave him a scorcher of a kiss and told him, "See you in the morning, Lover."

Andy smiled at her, then winked at Mandy, before going to his room. Shelly took Mandy by the hand and led her off to her bedroom.

I realised we had just witnessed something important.

* * *

Mandy Jacobs.

Shelly took my hand and smiled at me, leading me to her bedroom. She shut the door and kissed me. "Let's get into bed," she whispered.

We both undressed and slipped into the bed. Shelly cuddled close to me and wrapped her arms around me, kissing my shoulder and breasts.

"This is our last night, isn't it?" I asked.

Shelly squeezed me harder. "I love you, Mandy, but it's time. You want to make your commitment to Sonny Jim and Red, and I want to give myself to Andy."

"You haven't... fucked?"

"Not until you and I are done, Girlie. I wanted to be fair to him, and he's been so good with you and I clinging on like we have this last week."

I had a tear in my eye. "Hey, none of that," she said, "What happened to us celebrating what we had, not mourning what we've lost?"

"It's just so beautiful seeing you and Andy, and I know what I promised, and I'll throw you out of this bed in the morning, and we'll just be the best of friends afterwards."

Shelly pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips. She pressed down on me, crushing her pert boobs into my softer tits. Snaking her tongue into my mouth.

"I don't know when, or if, I'll be with a woman again, so let's make it good," she said.

She spun around on top of me and shoved her patch of black fur into my face as her mouth found my shaved haven. Soon we were both groaning and lapping. Shelly lifted and spun around. She faced me, kneeling over my mouth as she dropped onto me again.

"Finish me Girlie, I can't concentrate on your pretty pink pussy while you're driving me crazy."

I smiled and buried my tongue in her wet kitty, tasting her arousal. Shelly was soon riding my face, grinding her clit into my nose as she fucked herself on my tongue. I slipped a hand behind her and slid it down her ass crack to her little pucker. She tensed, then moaned as my finger wormed into her ass a little. I latched onto her stiff little clit and sucked and nibbled as she flew over the edge. Shelly squealed, and I sank my finger up to the knuckle into her ass, as she squirmed towards her inevitable end. Her body stiffened, and she let out a muffled scream as she came into my mouth.

As soon as she'd finished, she rolled off of me and dropped between my thighs, her mouth French kissing my puss.

I groaned as she inserted two fingers into me and pumped my dripping hole. Her mouth was licking and sucking around my lips and clit, and I pulled her face into me harder.

Shelly turned her penetrating digits palm up, and reached for my G spot, flicking her fingers across it as she sucked on my clit. I bucked under her as she nibbled at my sensitive button. Her hand reached up my body, mauling my big breasts. She gripped the nipple almost too hard and tweaked until I squeaked in pain. The exquisite agony drove my climax as I shuddered and moaned, flooding her mouth with my juices.

I lay shaking for what seemed like hours as I slowly recovered my scattered senses. When I opened my eyes, Shelly was staring at me with a mixture of love and passion.

"What we have will always be special to me, Girlie," she said.

I smiled. "We'll still have the love, we'll just get the sex somewhere else."

We embraced, and Shelly spooned behind me, cupping my soft breast in her hand. I reached back and slid my hand over her firm ass, pulling her tight into my body.

We slept.

The daylight wakened me, and I smiled, snuggled up to Shelly's back. My hand was on her waist, and I slid it down to her pussy, running it through her furry triangle. She groaned and turned to me, kissing me.

"It's time, lover," I said.

She nodded and climbed out of bed. I joined her and took her hand, leading her out of the bedroom and across to Andy's bedroom door. She opened it, and we walked in.

Andy sat up in bed, glancing at me then taking in Shelly. I stood, unconcerned about my nakedness, and took Shelly's hand. I walked to the bed, placing her hand in his.

"She's yours now, Andy. Take good care of her."

He nodded, and I kissed Shelly on the cheek and left them.

* * *

Crystal Blake.

We all realised what had happened between Mandy and Shelly. They were no longer clinging to each other after that night, and Shelly became more demonstrative with Andy. Mandy moved back into our bed full time, and we all had a celebratory night of fucking and sucking together. Andy moved into Shelly's bed, though Shelly informed me they were still taking things slow.

We soon found a house that we all liked. It was a big Victorian detached house in Moseley. It had four bedrooms, two of them en-suite, and a small flat on the top floor. There was ample room downstairs, with an enormous kitchen, and there was a garage for Mandy's car. The best thing was the extensive garden, plenty of room for the girls to play, and even a small swimming pool.

The place was vacant but had been empty for over a year, so we got in builders and decorators to spruce it up before we moved in.

We took one room with its own bathroom and offered the other to Shelly and Andy. They said they'd prefer the little apartment at the top, so we let them make that their own.

We took the twins over to the new house and told them to choose which room they each wanted.

Becky looked at Roz, and I could see tears in their eyes. Becky, always the dominant twin, took Roz's hands, and they had a brief conversation in 'twin speak'.

This was their own language that they'd developed when they were tiny. They'd used it to communicate from before they could talk in English and still lapsed into it when excited, stressed or wishing to speak in private. We made a point of never asking what they said in their chats if it was 'twin speak' it was private.

Becky looked at us. "No," she said.

"What do you mean, no?" said Jimmy.

"We don't want our own rooms," said Roz.

"We want to share, same as always," said Becky.

Mandy grinned at Jimmy and I. "Well okay, would you like to have a room with your own bathroom?"

"Yes," they chorused.

"And we want lots of pink," said Becky. Roz nodded.

That settled, we worked out that the two other bedrooms would be spare rooms for guests, or for one of us if we wanted a night away from the other two.

The house was sound, and within three weeks it was ready to move in to.

We bought a lot of new furniture and moved what we wanted from the flat at The Guilded Lily.

We had a new home.

* * *

Slim Blake.

We'd just got moved into the new house, and I was about to go on a four-week tour of the UK with the band. We were practising most days and were at the practice hall when I got a phone call from our manager Todd.

Hi Andy, it's Todd."

Hi Todd. Is everything okay?"

"No man, Shit just hit the fan. Our support band for the tour, Walking Wounded, have just split up."

"Fuck! What happened?"

"I don't have a lot, but it looks like their manager was screwing them over money, and he's run off with Colleen, the singer."

"What now?"

"I'm working on a replacement, but anyone good is already taken," he said, "I wondered if you could put feelers out for me. Tell the rest of the band, someone may know an up-and-coming group that's good enough to tour."

I said I'd do my best and hung up. The whole band were there, and Shelly had just called in too. She surprised me, as she had a pregnant Diane with her.

I walked over to them. "Hi, Diane. Hi, Baby."

Diane smiled. "Andy, Shelly's told me about you two. I can't think of anyone nicer for you to get together with. For what it's worth, I approve."

I smiled, "Thanks," I ran my hand over her baby bump, "How is the little one?"

"He's fine."

"He?"

"Yeah, I wanted to know. They told me at the last scan. We're going to have a son."

Shelly stroked Diane's belly. "Do you feel him kicking yet?"

"It's early, though I can feel some movement."

I looked across at the rest of the band. They knew about the pregnancy but hadn't expected Diane and Shelly to get on.

I smiled at them, "We need to have a talk, people," I called.

They all stopped what they were doing and came over. "I have good news and bad news," I said.

"Good news first," said Jo-Jo.

"Okay. It's a boy."

There were cheers and congratulations. Haze came over and hugged Diane and then me. She smiled at Shelly and whispered in her ear. Shelly mouthed, "Thank you."

"What's the bad news," said Griff.

"Walking Wounded just split up."

There were shouts of, "Oh fuck," and "Shit," from the band.

"Todd says there's funny stuff with their manager and he's run off with Colleen. Does anyone know of a working band with enough experience to tour with us?"

There were head shakes and thoughtful looks, but no-one came up with anything.

"Ask around," I said, "Someone may know of a new band or something."

We got on with our practice then, and after a few numbers, Diane and Shelly left to get a coffee.

I got home late afternoon to find Shelly hanging curtains in our little apartment. She smiled and came down the stepladder, hugging me and giving me a severe kissing.

"Hello, lover boy! Do you want to take me out tomorrow night?"

"Yeah, where do you want to go?"

"Can we go to the King's Head, down the road. There's a band I want you to see and hear."

"No problem. What are they like? Are you thinking of our tour?"

"I've not seen them for two years, but they were good then. I kinda owe the singer a favour."

Shelly told me about the disastrous date and the singer who'd got her home. We agreed to see what they were like.

* * *

Sunday evening, we turned up at The King's Head about nine o'clock. The band were in full swing and sounded good. We went to the bar, and I got two cokes. Shelly said she wanted to speak to the singer and went off to the stage. When the song ended, she caught his attention and spoke to him. He recognised her and nodded to her questions. Shelly returned and asked me to listen to them for the next few songs. She explained that they did a lot of covers, but she'd asked the singer if they'd do some of their own material for her.

The next four songs were excellent. They played catchy tunes with clear lyrics belted out by the singer's powerful voice. The singer announced a break in the music for fifteen minutes and left the stage.

I minute later he appeared beside Shelly.

"So what did you think?" he asked.

"It's not what I think," Shelly smiled, "It's what my boyfriend thinks."

He turned to me, and his eyes went wide. "Slim Blake?" he asked.

"The same," I grinned and put out my hand, "Pleased to meet you."

He shook my hand. "Vince. Vince Hart."

"You guys are good, do you have anything you can't get out of for the next five weeks?" I asked.

"No... I don't think so... why?"

"Walking Wounded was our support band for a tour starting next week," I said.

"I heard about their split up. Wait, you want us?"

"Can you do it?" I asked.

He looked like a rabbit in the headlights. "Give me ten minutes, I'll ask the guys."

He ran off backstage. Shelly smiled at me, "Did I do good?" she grinned.

"You did brilliantly. If they can do it, you may have saved our tour." I kissed her and hugged her. "I love you, Shelly Fraser."

Vince returned with another man who he introduced as Tony, the guitarist.

"We need to talk to our manager, but if he's okay with it, we'll do it," said Vince.

I took his phone and put Todd's number into it. "Ring him after nine tomorrow morning and tell him who you are. I'll tell him to expect the call."

Vince and Tony shook my hand, and Vince kissed Shelly's cheek.

Shelly winked at him. "I said I'd pay you back, didn't I?" she grinned.

* * *

Jimmy Blake.

Things had been going well at The Guilded Lily. We'd got a major award a few months ago, and there was now a waiting list for tables on Friday and Saturday nights. The search for the new restaurant was slow, but we were planning to look at a few places soon.

It was late on Friday night when Crystal took a phone call. She shouted to me, "Jimmy, It's Pierre."

I took the phone. "Pete, you old bugger, what's up?"

"Shit's happened, Jim. William, my Head Chef, came off his motorbike last night. He's in the hospital with two broken legs. Trouble is Alan, the Sous Chef, has only been here a week. I can't expect him to take it on yet."

"Looks like you'll have to get your hands dirty again, Pete," I laughed.

"I start recording a new TV series in two days, Jim!"

"Okay, who do you want?"

"You, if you're free, or Corrine if not," he pleaded.

"Give me half an hour, and I'll ring you back."

I took Crystal and Corrine into the office and explained the situation. I encouraged Corrine to take it on. The experience would be valuable, and it was for a fixed time. She dithered a bit, then decided she would do it if she could take Milla and Maja too. She said she needed a few days to get organised with the baby, so I said I'd step in until she was ready.

I rang Pierre back. "Okay, Pete, We've got it sorted. I'll come up for a few days until we organise Corrine, then she'll take over until William is fit. Send down a junior Chef to fill the gap here.

You need to find somewhere for Corrine, Milla and Maja to stay though."

"Corrine and who?"

"Her wife and baby, mate. Corrine has a partner who has a three-year-old daughter."

"Okay, anything. I'll get Christine to organise it all. Thanks, Jim. Can you be here tomorrow night?"

I said I could and rang off.

* * *

Corrine Allen.

"Are you all ready for tomorrow Corrine." said Jim, "I'll expect you after lunch. You'll be staying at Pete's house with Christine, his wife. She's looking forward to having Maja staying with her."

The phone slipped in my sweaty hand. "Are you sure I'm good enough for this Jim?"

"You'll walk it, girl! You've got the same number of seats as we have and twice the staff. As Head Chef here, you're not even expected to cook unless there's a crisis."

I swallowed, "I'll look so stupid if you have to come and rescue me, Jim."

"Not going to happen. It will do you good to be in an unfamiliar environment for a while."

"I've been with you for over ten years, Jim. I've not got the ambition to be a Head Chef."

The phone was silent for a few seconds. "You'd better have enough ambition, Corrine, 'cos as soon as we open the new restaurant, I'm expecting you to take over The Guilded Lily for me."

I dropped the phone.

"Hello. Hello."

"Sorry, Jim, I'm shocked," I said, "I thought Crystal would take it on."

"No, it would always be you. No one else is good enough."

I sat down on the office chair and looked out into the kitchens of 'The Lily'.

"Okay, Jim, I'll see you tomorrow, and I appreciate your faith in me. I won't let you down.

* * *

As soon as I got in the door that night, Milla noticed something was wrong. I explained about my fear of failure at Pierre's and that Jim was expecting me to take over The Guilded Lily as his Head Chef.

Milla hugged me. "I believe in you, Kochanek," she said, using her pet name for me.

"Jim does, too," I said, "I guess I just have to catch up with you both."

Milla told me to kiss Maja goodnight and then come and sit with her. I kissed our little blonde goddess as she slept, changed my clothes, and went to sit on the couch with Milla.

She handed me a glass of red wine and snuggled up to me. I put my arm around her shoulder and draped my hand over her small breast. I felt the nipple stiffen and Milla giggled.

I leant in for a kiss, and Milla pulled me to her, sucking my tongue into her mouth. Her teeth nibbled my bottom lip as she moaned. She curled into my lap and rested her head on my chest.

I finished my wine and tickled her waist. "Take me to bed, Blondie," I smiled.

She stood and took my hand, leading me to the bedroom. We both slipped off our clothes and got into bed. I cuddled up behind my beautiful girlfriend and cupped her breast with one hand, while the other dipped to her wet mound. I slipped a finger between her labia, and she gasped.

"Oooooh!" she moaned, "Two fingers, do it hard, fuck me!"

I pushed a second digit into her slippery tunnel and rubbed my thumb over her clit as she squirmed against me. I pumped her pussy as I twisted her tiny pink nipple, drawing a groan from her mouth. She rocked her pelvis in time with my thrusts and grunted each time my thumb grazed her love button. I felt her hips press back against me as she stiffened and shuddered.

"Cumming!" she squeaked as her abdomen tightened, and she jerked in my grasp.

I held her tight, just the way she liked until her breathing returned to normal. She turned in my arms and ground her mouth on mine, lashing her tongue into me.

"Best lover in the world," she said, smiling at me. "I love you, Jamaica!"

She slipped out of my arms and crawled below the sheets, her mouth licking and nibbling as she searched lower on my belly. Her face pushed my thighs apart as she dipped her tongue into my, now dripping, slit.

"Oh, Milla! So good!"

She latched onto my clit, sucking hard, as two fingers wormed their way into my kitty. I moaned her name as she gripped my long hard nipple and tweaked it, pulling and twisting, riding the line between pain and pleasure in the way I craved. I gasped as she curled her fingers to my G spot and beckoned with her hand, driving me to the edge. Her teeth just grazed my clit, as she screwed my nipple round on my breast and I broke. I sobbed her name as I shuddered, weaving my fingers into her hair. That same beautiful white-blonde hair that our precious daughter had inherited. I stilled and breathed again. Milla drew her fingers from my throbbing pussy and fed them into my mouth. I begged for more

, and Milla smiled and reached between her own legs, soon returning with another flavour for me to try.

She snuggled her pale face into my black breasts and sighed.

"I love you, Milla."

"I love you, Jamaica."

We drifted off to sleep.

* * *

Shelly Fraser.

I'd kissed Andy goodbye as he set off on the Twisted Ravens UK tour. Diane saw him off too, and he'd whispered goodbye to 'The Bump' before he left.

Diane and I went for a coffee and a chat.

"Thank you for being a friend to me, Shelly," Diane said.

"Well, thank you for accepting me. I know I had nothing to do with you and Andy splitting up, but you could still have been jealous."

"You and he look good together Shell, I lost him, and I still can't tell you why I did it."

"He's forgiven you. You know that, don't you?" I said.

"He told me, and I want him to know his son, have a part in bringing him up. You too Shell, if you want to."

I felt a tear falling. "That's a lovely thing to say, Diane. He'll have a great family with all of us."

* * *

I went into the City Farm the next day, to find a letter addressed to me on the table in the staff room. I picked it up and opened it.

Dear Miss Fraser

Thank you for your application for the post of Manager of Birmingham City Farm, and for attending interviews for this post.

The trustees have reached a unanimous decision to offer you the post at the wage scale stated below, with employment starting on the first of next month...

It listed the wages, hours and holidays. They enclosed a contract for me to sign.

I sat in one of the plastic chairs and gathered my thoughts. A proper job, doing something I loved and helping people. I was delighted.

I picked up my phone and sent a text to Andy to let him know. He sent a message straight back saying 'Congratulations'.

I rang Crystal and let her know. She was happy for me too. She knew how much I wanted to help others, and this was a way to do it without the added stress of going back into education.

I wandered into the office and found Maisie sitting at her desk. "You found the letter, Shelly?"

"Yes, it's a wonderful opportunity. Thank you."

"All the trustees agreed that you were the one. Once you start the job, you'll sit with the trustees too."

"What do you want me to do today, Maisie?"

"Well, from now until I leave at the end of the month I want you to shadow me and learn as much as possible. Can you do that?"

I agreed to come in as often as possible and work with her.

* * *

Corrine Allen.

The kitchen was running at full tilt. Orders were coming in thick and fast, and food was being prepared to Pierre's exacting standards. I knew they'd test me that first day, and they did.

I'd sent three dishes back before dinner was half done.

"What's wrong with it, Miss."

I glared at him. "You call me Chef, and that is a sloppy presentation. Pierre would have kicked your ass from here to next Tuesday if you'd tried to put that past him. Do it again."

I could feel the resentment building as the evening wore on. Several times I heard the words, 'Negro', 'Lezzie', 'Dyke' and 'Bloody Woman'. By the end of service, I'd had enough.

"Right! Before we clean up, I want to speak to you all." A couple of the younger guys groaned.

"The correct answer to that is 'Yes Chef', is that clear." There was a chorus of 'Yes Chef'.

"Okay. Four things you need to know about me before we go any further. I'm a woman, I'm black, and I'm a lesbian. If anyone has a problem with any of those things, the door is over there, walk through it now. The fourth thing you need to know is that I don't take any shit from any of you. I worked for Pierre for four years, working up to Sous Chef. He asked me to come and take charge here because he trusts me to do it. I will not let him down. Will you?"

They all looked a little shifty, glancing at each other.

"Now! Let's get this place cleaned up and go home. Alan, keep them in order, I'll sort out tomorrow's orders."

I walked into the office and closed the door. I was shaking like a leaf. I'd always been able to keep control in a kitchen, but I'd never felt so overwhelmed before. Alan, the Sous Chef, put his head around the office door.

"Well done, Chef, you put the fear of God into them. I don't think you'll have too much more trouble with them."

I smiled. "Thanks, Alan, and you can call me Corrine."

* * *

The next morning I walked into the kitchen to see all the sections working well. I took a tour around to all the areas. In each one, they greeted me with, "Good morning, Chef."

I went to the office to work on ordering and the menus. Alan came in smiling.

"See, I told you, Corrine. They thought Pierre was the only firm hand around here. You showed them differently."

"I think we'll get on okay," I said, "Why don't you write the lunch menu while I work on dinner?"

"Me?"

"You've got to learn sometime. Show them to me when you're done."

We chatted as we worked, asking about each other's family. Alan had a wife and a three-year-old daughter. I laughed and said that my partner and I had a three-year-old daughter too. We compared notes until Alan went to check on the progress in the kitchens.

* * *

Slim Blake.

We were on the third date of our tour, and we were all settling down well together. Vince's band, Dickie Hart and the Cardiacs, were the perfect warm-up band for us, similar style, energetic and professional.

We played to sell-out houses every night, and even some critics liked us.

I came off stage, sweating as usual, and headed for my dressing room. I stepped in and peeled off the wet shirt and jeans, finding the clean ones I left earlier. Just then, the door opened, and a small blonde of about eighteen stepped in. She made a beeline for me and flung her arms around my shoulders, pressing her lips to mine, rubbing her body up against me.

I stepped back from her, surprised, and opened the door. "Bones! Bones!"

The old roadie came round the corner. "Yeah, Slim?"

"This young lady was just leaving," I said, pointing to the blonde.

"How the fuck did she get in?"

"I've no idea, but get her out, and find out who the fuck let her in."

As she passed, she waved at me and smiled, "Bye Slim," she cooed.

I rang Shelly after that and recounted the entire story to her. She laughed and said that she hoped security was better the next night. No scantily clad young men had thrown themselves at her that day.

* * *

Crystal Blake.

Jimmy, Mandy and I went to see three potential restaurant sites the next day. One was a non-starter. The area was run down and the building shabby. The second showed promise, but we all would have liked it to be a little bigger. Number three was perfect. Upmarket area, sound building with plenty of space. Access to the rear for deliveries and that most valuable of city commodities, some parking.

We walked around it a few times, discussing seating areas, kitchen areas and storage. The flat above was separate, but also for sale, so we viewed it too. We didn't need it for ourselves but would want to be in control of any tenants living there.

Mandy did the sums in her head and told us it was viable if we could get trade up to the levels we had at the Guilded Lily. After a quick discussion, we made an offer on it. The vendors replied by the end of the day, and we had another restaurant to fit out.

* * *

Slim Blake.

We were coming to the end of the tour. Our gigs had been a success, and our support band, Dickie Hart and the Cardiacs, were gaining fame too. We asked our manager, Todd, to see if they could do the world tour with us the following year.

Our last dates were two nights at the Birmingham Arena. Shelly came along, staying backstage away from the crowd. Bones, our guitar technician, kept an eye out for her.

We had a surprise for the crowd that first night. The stage was dark, as we made our way on and got our instruments organised. There was a drone chord playing on a loop in the background, adding to the tension. We always opened with our cover of Brown Sugar, and the audience was waiting for the first chords. The clashing, almost tinny ring of the Fender Telecaster burst out in the darkness, as the crowd went wild. A single spotlight lit up the guitarist, and the audience saw the craggy, leering smile of Keith Richards as he led us into the first tune.

As the first number ended, the noise in the concert was unbelievable. I stepped up to the microphone, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr Keith Richards!"

Keith came up to me and gave me a hug around the guitars, then added, "Ladies and Gentlemen, The Twisted Ravens, Goodnight!"

As Keith left the stage, I smiled and nodded at Griff, ploughing into the opening chords of Collision Course.

The first half went great, and we left the place in an uproar. I found Shelly and gave her an enormous hug.

"Love you, Baby."

"I love you too, even though you're sweaty," she grinned, "When did Keith agree to do that?"

"Ages ago. We wanted to wait until the biggest venue for him, though."

I went off to towel dry and change my clothes, ready for the second half. I came back and found Shelly pacing up and down backstage.

"What's wrong, Baby?"

"I'm having funny thoughts, Andy, I don't like it."

"What do you mean?"

"It's like I can do anything. I'm frightened, Andy."

"We need to get you to hospital, Shell, it sounds like your becoming manic again."

I rushed off and found Bones, "Keep an eye on Shelly for me, I'm getting some transport to get her to a hospital," I shouted as I ran off.

I found Todd and told him what was happening.

"You can't go now. You're in the middle of a concert," he shouted.

"Shelly comes first. I'll be straight back once she's safe."

I ran back to the wings and found Haze waiting to go on.

"Haze, I need you to keep the crowd happy until I can get back. Give them Feeling Bad Blues, you play that beautifully, then see what you can do with the band until I get Shelly safe."

"I don't have a guitar tuned to open G here, Slim, and Feeling Bad Blues needs a Telecaster."

I called Bones over. "Bones, set Delilah up for Haze, please."

They both looked at me like I was mad. "Delilah?" said Bones.

"Look, Haze is a better guitarist than me. Get her the fucking guitar!"

I slapped her on the back and grabbed Shelly by the hand, leading her to a waiting car.

* * *

Haze Lucas.

I stood in the wings of the stage at the Birmingham Arena, terrified. Bones hung Slim's prized guitar, Delilah, around my neck and looked me in the eye.

"Show them what you've got, Haze. I've got to speak to someone."

I stepped out onto the stage. The crowd hushed. They'd been expecting a big opening.

I slid a bottleneck onto my ring finger and took a deep breath. I let it out slowly and played the first notes of my favourite guitar blues tune.

I closed my eyes and let the music take me. Delilah sang beneath my fingers as I ran the slide up the neck. She was a beautiful instrument, set up to perfection.

All too soon, I came to the end of the tune. As the applause rang out, I looked across the stage to see the boys all ready to play.

We had no plan for this, playing without Slim. I looked at Jo-Jo on the drums. He winked and smiled, nodding to my left. I turned to find Keith standing beside me. He gave me one of his mad grins and nodded to Jo-Jo. I heard him tap out the rhythm on the cowbell, and Keith struck the opening chords. I smiled, and we rolled into Honky Tonk Women.

Two more Stones covers later, and I was flying. I turned and saw Andy walk onstage carrying my red Fender Strat. He smiled and shouted in my ear, over the din, "It's okay, she's safe. Thanks, Haze."

We swapped guitars, and Andy pulled Keith forward. The three of us stood in line at the front of the stage, and Andy started into 'Kick Down', a twelve-bar tune from our own repertoire. I was on top of the world, and we must have looked awesome!

* * *

Slim Blake.

We'd got Shelly to the hospital and had her settled in the psychiatric ward in a few minutes. Dr Khan was on duty and was pleased that Shelly had spotted the danger signs herself. He said it boded well for her future care.

I kissed her and promised to come back after the show.

* * *

We got off stage after a lengthy encore and went back to the dressing rooms. I changed and headed off to see Shelly. Haze had impressed Keith with her knowledge of blues music and, as I left, they were jamming to Little Red Rooster in the dressing room.

Shelly was drowsy when I got back. Dr Khan had upped her medication, and it had kicked in. I had a chat with him, and he said he hoped she would only be in for a day or two until they stabilised her mood. I called back by her bed, but she was sleeping, so I kissed her forehead and made my way home.

* * *

Shelly Fraser.

After the scare about my health at the Twisted Ravens concert, Andy had got me to hospital.

We'd caught it early on and, with a tweak to my medication, I was home again three days later.

Andy was happy that I'd had the presence of mind to tell him when it happened. He welcomed me home with an enormous hug and had brought me some flowers too.

My first visitor was Diane. With Christmas approaching and being due at the end of December, she was now huge. I was so proud of Andy for supporting her through the pregnancy. He'd paid the rent on her flat, had the old car serviced and repaired (she refused a new one) and either gone with her to hospital appointments or rung her after to get any news.

I hugged Diane as she came in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You look about to fall over, Di," I said, "Have a seat, and I'll get you a cup of tea."

Andy came in and hugged her. "You look radiant," he grinned.

"I look fat and horrible," complained Diane.

Andy held her in a hug. "You are not fat," he said. "You are a beautiful pregnant woman."

Diane smiled. "Thank you," she whispered.

We drank tea and chatted. It worried Diane, how she'd cope with working and childcare after the birth, but we said we'd sort things out between us somehow. I took her upstairs to talk about her pregnancy and to practice my new massage skills on her. I'd been taking an evening class and wanted guinea pigs to practice on.

"Strip down to your bra and panties," I said, "And I'll give you a nice massage."

"Okay. Oh, I don't have a bra on."

"Why not? You're not small-breasted, Di."

She frowned. "None of them fit me any more."

"Strip anyway, and as soon as we're finished, we're going shopping. Look after yourself Di."

She took off her clothes and lay on the bed. I got some scented oil and started on her shoulders and arms. "Your breasts are big now, aren't they?"

"Huge," she moaned, "They make my back sore."

"They're the very best food for your son though," I said.

Di laughed. "I'll be giving him extra helpings just to get my clothes on!"

I worked over her body, massaging her. She sighed, and when I'd finished, I had to wake her up as she'd dozed off.

"Come on, pretty pregnant lady, let's get you dressed and go shopping."

"Do you think I'm pretty," she asked.

"Of course," I said, striking a model pose, "Andy has excellent taste in women."

We bought Di some nursing bras ready for after the birth, and also some new panties, just to make her feel good.

When we got back, Andy was cooking dinner. We invited Diane to stay.

We talked about the upcoming birth, and Jim, Mandy, and Crystal's bonding ceremony.

Di asked us why we didn't have something similar at the same time. I thought about it and asked Andy, who thought it was a marvellous idea. We hadn't talked about marriage, but both felt committed to each other.

Di drove home after dinner, and we said I'd call in to check up on her in a day or two.

* * *

My job at the City Farm was going well. I'd got some new volunteers, and we were now taking people from rehabilitation groups, ex-offenders and long-term unemployed.

We had public opening days and also hosted school groups a few times a week.

My friend Alice continued to work there and had been given a paid position too, acting as my assistant. I'd been applying for extra funding from charity organisations, and a few grants had come through, allowing us to upgrade some of the animal accommodation.

Andy's sister, Kim, came to visit that weekend with her most recent boyfriend, Simon. We spent a lot of time chatting about the upcoming 'wedding' and about Kim's future once she finished college in the Summer.

Simon seemed an excellent match for Kim, and we looked forward to getting to know him better.

* * *

Kim Blake.

I took my boyfriend Simon to meet the family that weekend. He got on well with Andy and Shelly, but my dad's relationships confused him.

We'd met at the Black Country Museum. I'd gone along to look at the exhibits for my engineering course, and Simon had been demonstrating Blacksmithing. The way the hot metal moved under the hammer had fascinated me and went to chat after he'd finished.

We talked about his skills and where he'd learned them, and he asked about my college course.

We went for a coffee afterwards at the café on site, and I noticed he had a limp. He said he'd been in the army and had hurt his leg, being invalided out.

I took quite a shine to him. He was tall and sort of handsome. Muscular from his work and had a wonderful sense of humour. I was pleased when he asked me to go out with him on Friday night.

* * *

Once we went off to bed that night, Simon asked about my family. He'd assumed that Mandy was my mother, and I soon put him right.

"My mother is Ann, she's an alcoholic, and I have no contact with her."

"So do you want to explain your dad's relationships?"

"Okay. Dad was married to my mum, they split when we were small. My mum looked after us, but we saw a lot of our dad. He was always the stable one.

Dad and Mandy have been friends forever. They used to be together, on and off."

Simon looked confused, "On and off?"

"They were fuck-buddies, okay? Anyway, when I was about eleven, dad met Crystal. They fell for each other hard, and within three months they were married. Mandy met her husband, Colin, about the same time. Mandy had the twins, but her husband died two years later. She took it badly, and dad took her in and looked after her."

"Your dad took her in? Where was Crystal?" he asked.

"In prison... oh heck, that's another story, okay. When Crystal got out of jail, she came home and found that they all got on well together. Mandy never left. I don't know when it happened, but it wasn't long before they were all sharing the same bedroom.

"Now they want to commit to the others, by having a ceremony with rings, like a marriage. Now if you can get your head around that, you're invited to come along."

Simon looked stunned but nodded. "And the twins, what are their names?"

"Becky and Roz."

"But Becky and Roz call your dad, Daddy."

"Yes, their choice. They asked to call my dad, Daddy, and to call Crystal, Mama."

"It's an uncommon family, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I suppose. And that's before we start on dad's friend and sous Chef, Corrine, and her partner Milla, who have a three-year-old daughter. Then there's my brother Andy, who is going with Shelly, but having a baby with his ex, Diane!"

"Fuck. Excuse my French. Is anyone normal in your family?"

"Simon, they're all normal to me," I said, annoyed, "I love them all. I just have a family I choose, not one that's connected by blood."

"Sorry, Kimmie, I meant nothing bad by it, it's just -- unusual, that's all."

I grinned at him. "Well, I seem to be one of the few straight women around here, so why don't you take me to bed."

* * *

Crystal Blake.

The kitchens and basic layout of our new restaurant were nearing completion, and it was time to think about décor and a name.

We got everyone together to have a brainstorming session. The three of us, along with Andy and Shelly, were in the lounge when Corrine and Milla arrived. Little Maja idolised Jim, and as soon as she saw him, came running to him shouting, "Unk Dimmy! Unk Dimmy!"

"Have you got a kiss for your Uncle Jimmy, Princess?" he asked.

Maja nodded and puckered her tiny lips to receive her kiss. Jim picked her up and kissed her, then sat her on his arm where she stayed, happily. Becky and Roz joined us, proud to be included in a grown-up meeting too.

"How was your time as head chef for Pierre, Corrine," I asked.

"I learned a lot, but I'm glad to be back."

"Any ideas for a restaurant name from anyone," said Jim.

"Lily 2," said Milla.

"The Guilded Rose?" asked Corrine.

"I have an idea," said Shelly, "The name of the 'Lily' comes from Shakespeare. It's a misquote from King John. The original is:-

To Gild refined gold,

To paint the Lily,

To throw a perfume on the Violet.

So why don't you call it The Perfumed Violet?"

There were nods of approval all round.

"The smart ones will think it's clever, and the others will just think it's a nice name," said Mandy.

"Anyone disagree?" asked Jimmy.

No-one did, so we agreed it, just like that. The name gave us our colour scheme too.

"Corrine," said Jimmy, "I wanted to make sure you are happy with taking on the Lily."

"Why, what else did you want me to do?"

"Well, if you wanted, you could take on the Violet and make it your own."

Corrine thought and glanced at Milla. "No Jim, I think I'd like The Lily and the flat there." Milla nodded.

Who do you want as a sous chef, Corrine?" I asked.

Without a pause, she said, "Sarah. She's the best Chef we've got, apart from ourselves, at the moment. Is that okay with you two?"

I looked at Jimmy, he nodded. "Yes, Corrine, it's your choice. You tell her and start training her up. You'll be her boss, and we'll let you know the wage scale for her later.

"Let's advertise for staff for the Violet soon," said Jimmy, "It all needs to be sorted before we open."

We agreed to place adverts and organise the decorators in the next few days.

* * *

Slim Blake.

Christmas had been fun. It was always lovely to spend it with Dad, Crystal and Mandy, but the children made all the difference. Becky and Roz had just turned eight years old and were just buzzing with excitement. Little Maja came for the day with her Mummy and Mama, Corrine and Milla. Maja was now nearly four and was a bundle of joy.

We all ate and drank too much, though Shelly and I kept off the alcohol. The restaurant opened for a couple of days between Christmas and the New Year but was not busy. We'd all had a pleasant dinner on New Year Eve and stayed up to see the New Year in. We were watching TV, some generic show that changed little from year to year when my phone rang.

"Hello."

"Hi Andy, it's Diane. I think it's time. I'm getting contractions pretty regular now. Can you come for me?"

"Yeah, leaving now," I said. Everyone looked up at me, questioning. "Get your bag, I'll be ten minutes."

I rang off. "Diane's gone into labour, I'll take her to the hospital."

"I'll come with you," said Shelly, grabbing a coat.

We ran down to my car and set off through the almost deserted streets.

Diane had spent the day with an elderly Aunt, her only surviving relative, but was already home when she rang. Shelly held my hand as I drove, squeezing it. "Nervous?" she asked.

"Yeah, I am. Thanks for coming with me."

"No problem. Diane has become a best friend these last few months, I want to be there for her too."

We arrived at Diane's house, and she came out of the door as we drew to a stop. She waddled down the path, and Shelly jumped out to take her bag and get her into the front seat. Shelly jumped in the back, and we set off.

"How are the contractions, Di?" I asked.

"Regular, but not too strong," she said, tensing as another one came. I took her hand, glancing at her as I drove. "You'll be fine. We'll both be there for you."

"Andy, I'm so glad you're here with me for this, Shelly too. I don't think I'd want to be alone now."

"We're going to help you all the way Di," said Shelly.

At the hospital, they quickly took Diane up to the delivery room. She was dressed in a gown and was sitting up when Shelly and I came in.

"Do you both need to be here," said an elderly Irish midwife.

"This is the father," said Shelly, "and I'm her sister-in-law." She winked at me.

"Can they both stay please, this is my first," said Diane. The midwife nodded.

Labour came on quickly, and it was not long before Diane was pushing hard. We held her hands and talked to her as she shouted and breathed her way through the birth.

Just after one in the morning, Diane gave birth to a healthy boy. He weighed seven pounds four ounces, and we called him Charlie James Blake. Charlie for Diane's dad and James for mine.

Diane was okay after the birth, needing a few stitches, but happy to be holding our child.

* * *

Mandy Jacobs.

The date of our bonding was approaching fast. Jimmy, Crystal and I wanted a 'wedding', dedicating us each to the other two. It could never be a legal ceremony, as Crystal and Jim were already married. Still, it was a commitment we all wanted to make. Crystal had bought us each a beautiful ring made up of three individual rings in three colours of gold.

We'd found a Wiccan celebrant who was happy to join us, and we'd invited the important people in our lives to be there with us.

Crystal and I had been rushing around for weeks now, trying to organise all the things needed to make the day go well.

Jim had got a haircut and bought a suit.

The day finally dawned, and Crystal and I woke up in the same bed as usual. We had banished Jim to Corrine and Milla's house for the night, preserving the tradition of the groom not seeing the bride(s) until the ceremony.

"Morning Red," I mumbled.

"Hello Girlie," giggled my lover, "We're getting hitched today. I'm joining with the two most wonderful people in the world."

"I feel the same," I said, "I love you both so much."

Crystal turned and kissed me. "Love you too, Girlie. Now, are we both happy about Jimmy's surprise for the 'wedding' night?"

I grinned, "You bet, we've practised enough, it's time for the genuine thing."

* * *

Jimmy Blake.

The day of the bonding finally arrived, and I woke up at Corrine's place. They had moved to the flat above The Guilded Lily, so it was like coming home.

It was disconcerting seeing them in their home environment. Though they were both wonderful friends, and I'd known Corrine for twelve years or more, I was not used to seeing either of them so scantily clad. They both seemed comfortable wandering around in skimpy panties and tank tops.

Corrine stopped and looked at me as I stood in the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee. "Are you looking at my tits, Jim?"

"Sorry Corrine," I blushed, "I've known you as a friend and workmate for so long, but I've never thought of you as a sexual being until now. You are beautiful."

"Is that a compliment, Mr Blake?" she smiled.

"I guess. I know you're gay, but that doesn't stop me appreciating you."

Corrine flicked her nipples through her shirt and gave me an evil grin, "There, the view just got better."

"Are you flirting with a man?" said Milla, coming into the kitchen, smiling.

"Jim complimented me, I was just rewarding him."

Milla tweaked her nipples through her tank top. "There, do you think I'm beautiful too?" she giggled.

"You two have to stop this or I'll have to tell my wives," I said.

Milla walked over to me and kissed me on the lips. "And who do you think put us up to teasing you?" she asked.

* * *

We arrived at the house with time to spare. We'd set up the area for the ceremony in our back garden. We had plenty of marquees, but luckily the weather smiled on us, and it was a bright, sunny, though cold Winter day.

The lady celebrant, Blossom, called us all together and got us seated. I stood at the front, glancing over my shoulder every few seconds. Corrine was acting as my best 'man' and was doing her best to calm me down.

The pianist we'd hired for the day struck up 'Here comes the Bride', and when I turned, I saw a vision. Two beauties stood at the end of the makeshift aisle. Mandy with her blonde hair styled and perfect, and Crystal's red mane shimmering in the winter sunlight. Both wore matching red dresses with fitted bodices and long flowing skirts. Each had a bunch of red and white flowers in her hand.

They began their walk towards me, Andy escorting Crystal and Shelly escorting Mandy. Behind them came their bridesmaids dressed in pink dresses of a similar style to the Brides. Kim, my daughter looked so pretty, Becky and Roz held hands and giggled, and a very proud Maja came last, skipping to keep up.

My brides took their places each side of me, and Mandy made the symbolic gesture of placing Shelly's hand in Andy's as the two of them turned and walked back to their seats together.

The ceremony was lovely, we each made our vows to the other two, promising to love them, honour them and treat them as equals in all things. We exchanged the rings, Mandy placing one on my right hand, me placing one on Crystal's, and Crystal placing one on Mandy's.

Blossom then raised her hands and said, "I now declare you to be life partners together. May you always be blessed." She turned to me. "You may kiss your brides."

I pulled Mandy to me and kissed her. She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me in tighter, her tongue battling with mine. Reluctantly, she let me go, and I turned to Crystal. She reached her arms around me and brought her lips to mine, her tongue likewise snaking into my mouth. As I pulled away, the girls turned to each other and engaged in a scorching kiss of their own.

There were a few gasps from the guests who didn't know all of our relationship permutations, and Mandy and Crystal smiled at them as they turned.

We turned to the guests as they applauded and looked down at our bridesmaids, just in time to see Becky and Roz planting a peck on each other's lips too. There was a loud collective 'Ahhh!' and the girls turned scarlet.

Corrine turned and walked back down the aisle to escort Shelly to the front, as Andy stood before Blossom for their own ceremony. I stood as his best man, and the bridesmaids fell in behind Shelly as Corrine handed her arm to Andy.

Blossom went through a similar ceremony, but one which Shelly and Andy had chosen. They made their vows to one another, and Blossom tied their hands together with coloured ribbon in the traditional manner.

We all applauded and cheered as they kissed to seal their joining.

There were the traditional speeches before the meal with Corrine trying to think of the most embarrassing stories about me. I did the same for Andy and had him blushing once or twice.

There were no father-of-the-bride speeches, but Mandy's mum, Sylvia stood and said a few words.

"Thank you all for being here to witness this joining of people in love. Andy and Shelly, you are young and have a wonderful life ahead of you, I'm sure. Thinking back to the day I married Mandy's father, I was the happiest girl in the world, and, despite many trials, we had a glorious life together. I wish the same for you.

"Crystal and Mandy, you have a capable man in Jimmy. I've known him for over thirty years, and he's always been a good and honourable man. Jimmy and Mandy, you have a beautiful, honest and passionate woman in Crystal. She has been brave and strong through life's adversities.

Crystal and Jimmy, in my daughter, you have a dedicated mother to her children and a hard-working, and loving partner in your lives. I love her, as I know you both do.

"This is an unusual 'wedding', but I can think of no better reason to promise yourselves to two other people, than love. Oh, and Crystal says the sex is phenomenal!"

There were cheers and catcalls as a red-faced Sylvia sat down. I signalled to the caterers, and the food was served.

Everyone seemed to have an enjoyable time, and music followed the meal, from our pianist. I danced with both my 'wives' and also with Shelly, Corrine and Milla. I saved a special dance for my beautiful little princess, Maja. She was beaming as I lifted her into my arms and twirled her around the floor to a nursery rhyme tune that she loved.

* * *

Mandy Jacobs.

The ceremony was beautiful! We ate and drank, danced and socialised, for hours that lovely afternoon. Crystal and I went to change into more suitable clothes for the evening, finding Shelly and Diane along the way.

Diane sat in the bedroom, feeding little Charlie. I looked at her swollen breasts.

"Huge aren't they," she complained,.

"They're beautiful Diane. I remember feeding my two. It's the most wonderful feeling to be nourishing your own children."

"You're right, but I wish they didn't ache so much. I expect as he gets bigger, he'll drink more."

She changed the baby to the other side and grinned at me. "Andy loves watching me feed her," she said.

"Andy just enjoys staring at your tits," smiled Crystal, "I do too."

Diane blushed. "How long will it take to get used to the bluntness of this family?" she asked.

"Speaking of bluntness, tonight's the night for you and Andy, isn't it Shelly?"

Shelly smiled. "This is the most publicised deflowering of a virgin in history."

"You mean you and Andy haven't..." said Diane.

"Fucked?" giggled Crystal, "No, not yet."

I took Crystal's hand. "Come on, let's get changed."

As we left the room, she asked, "Speaking of sex, do we have time for a quickie?"

* * *

Shelly Fraser.

Slim and I were saying goodbye to the last of the guests, along with my sister, Jimmy and Mandy.

We had arranged for the caterers to come back the next day to clear up the debris, so we switched off the lights and locked up the house. Jimmy led his brides by the hand to their bedroom, as Crystal gave me an evil grin over her shoulder. "Go and get laid," she said in a stage whisper. We all laughed, and I led Andy up the stairs to our flat.

"Come here, my beautiful Shelly," he said, pulling me to him.

Andy brought my mouth to his and kissed me, his tongue probing past my lips, searching.

I threw my arms around his neck, kissing him back, my tongue tangling with his.

His hands grasped the bottom of my sweater, lifting it as I raised my arms. He pulled it over my head and tossed it aside.

I reached behind me, unfastening my lacy white bra, letting it fall to the floor. Andy's hands cupped my soft breasts and lifted them gently. "So beautiful," he muttered.

I reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head as he raised his arms. Dropping it to the floor, I pulled him back into my arms, pressing my tits into his naked chest. I pulled back from him, looking into his eyes. I saw passion there, but also a gentleness, I smiled. "I love you, Slim," I said.

"I love you right back," he said, reaching for the waist of my skirt and unfastening it. It dropped to the carpet, and I stepped out of it. I quickly undid his trousers and slid them down his hips and legs. His socks and boxer shorts followed.

I stroked his stiff prick, working the skin back and forth, feeling his hardness pulse in my hand. I slipped my tongue out and licked the tip of his cock, drawing a groan from him. I slid down the rigid shaft with my lips, taking him into my mouth. I worked the base of his member with my hand as I licked and sucked the head.

Andy twined his fingers into my hair, holding my mouth on his cock as he thrust into my mouth. I pushed onto him, wanting him deeper in my mouth. I felt the tip of him touch the back of my throat, and I gagged, pulling back a little.

Andy pulled me up from his straining cock. "I don't want to come in your mouth tonight," he whispered, "I want to be inside you."

I lay down on the bed, slipping off my panties and spreading my legs. "Lick my pussy Slim," I whispered, "Get me wet for you."

Andy dropped to his knees and pressed his face into my waiting slit. He lapped at my pink lips, dragging his tongue upwards until he reached my clit. I gasped as he flicked over the erect bud, thrusting my hips up to meet his face as I groaned.

He drilled his tongue into my tunnel, lapping my juices. Moving up to my clit, he sucked it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it until I shuddered.

"Now, Slim, Now!" I cried, "Make me yours. Put your cock in me now."

He climbed up the bed until his body hovered over mine. He gazed into my eyes as I grasped his hard dick and lined him up with my slippery hole. Andy thrust forward, and I felt him slip between my lips, the first man to penetrate me.

I moaned as his length pressed into me. I'd had toys in my pussy before, but nothing had ever felt like this. Warm and hard, throbbing and alive. He stopped, and I looked at me. His eyes asked permission, and I lifted my hips as if to say 'Yes, all the way'.

Andy smiled and pushed slowly again. I groaned as his cock filled me, moulding to the walls of my dripping tunnel. I gasped as he gave one more push and I felt his pubic bone hit mine, in me to the hilt. I smiled into his eyes as he drew out and thrust into me again.

"Start slow, Slim. Fuck me slowly."

He began a gentle rhythm, using his entire length to slide in and out of me. I felt so filled, so complete, it was like we'd merged into one being, joined by this sexual act.

He picked up speed, his eyes holding my gaze as I nodded, encouraging him.

I gave a little grunt as he thrust harder and bottomed out in my moist pussy. He smiled and did it again, drawing an animal-like grunt on each stroke.

I wanted him deep, as deep in me as possible. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him to me in time with his insistent fucking. "Thrust, grunt, thrust, grunt!"

"Do me harder now, faster, fuck me, you wonderful man."

My talk seemed to encourage him, spur him on. "That's it, fuck me, fill me, make me cum. Oh so good, so fucking good!"

Andy glared at me, pure lust in his eyes, as he began to piston in and out of me, a wet slapping sound coming from our joined bodies.

I stiffened as never before, revelling in this glorious feeling as I climbed the slope of my climax. He slammed me a few more times, the hard penetration on the border of pleasure and pain, as I screamed out my orgasm. "Fuck meeeeeeee!"

Andy groaned as his straining cock swell in my kitty. He jerked as the first spurt of his cum jetted into me, followed by another, and another. I moaned as his orgasm triggered another burst of shuddering from my brutalised pussy. I collapsed under him, sweat now pouring from our bodies, as he rolled me sideways on the bed. I felt his cock shrinking in me as he gasped for breath.

"Fuck Baby, what did you do to me. I've never come like that in my life!"

"Me neither," I giggled, "That was awesome. Hold me?"

Andy snuggled close, our sticky bodies pressed together. "Can we do that a lot more soon?" I asked.

"I think I'd like that," he grinned.

* * *

Jimmy Blake.

The girls grabbed the shower first when we went into our bedroom. We'd had a beautiful day, sharing our celebration with Andy and Shelly who'd also made vows to each other.

My two wives bounded back into the room, giggling and trying to dry each other. I smiled and walked past them to the shower.

"Don't be too long," said Crystal.

"We have something for you," said Mandy.

I went to shower.

Once I'd freshened up, I went back to the bedroom. My two girls were laying in bed, the sheets pulled up to their chins, evil grins on their faces.

"I believe you have something for me?" I said.

"Yes," said Mandy, "We want you to take our virginity."

I laughed. "And how will we manage that?"

The two of them threw back the covers, exposing their very different, but naked bodies to me. They rolled over, kneeling on the bed and spreading their butt cheeks, to reveal that they each had a bright pink butt plug in their asses.

"I've never had anyone in my ass," said Crystal.

"I've never been butt-fucked either," said Mandy, "and you're going to be our first."

I stood open-mouthed and looked at the glorious sight before me.

"Come on, get on with it," giggled Crystal.

I stepped up to the bed and manoeuvred my way between them. "Right, who's first?"

"Mandy, 'cos she's the bravest. We've lubed each other up while you were in the shower. We just need to work on this big boy," she said, slipping her fingers around my cock.

I groaned as she jacked me slowly and lowered her head to engulf the head of my dick.

Mandy wiggled her butt and reached behind her, dragging out the vivid pink plug. Crystal opened a tube of lube and slathered it generously onto me. I knelt behind Mandy and rubbed my hard dick up her butt crack, settling over her puckered hole.

"Gently at first, Sonny Jim," she instructed, "I'm new to this."

I pushed against her little star and slowly felt the opening give way. I thrust a little more, and the head of my cock popped into her ass. Mandy moaned, and I stopped, waiting for her to allow me further into her. I looked up to find that Crystal had spread herself in front of our wife and was guiding Mandy's tongue to her slit.

I pushed more of my hard dick into Mandy. She groaned as I was over halfway into her. "Fuck, that's good," she said. I pushed until I was embedded in her tight ass-hole.

I held still for a few seconds until I felt Mandy pull herself off me. I pulled out until just the head was in her.

"You okay, Girlie?" I asked.

"Yeah, do it, Jim, fuck my ass!"

I built up a slow but steady rhythm in her ass, rocking into her as her mouth thrust into Crystals spread pussy. Crystal moaned in time with our thrusts, and Mandy was now pushing back with each stroke, trying to get more of me inside her. Mandy reached under her body, her hand finding her clit and rubbing. I heard Crystal moan as her orgasm approached, bucking her hips against Mandy's face.

Mandy whimpered as I speeded up my fucking, pounding her ass. I felt my balls tighten and wondered if Mandy could get off before I filled her.

"Gonna cum, Girlie," I groaned.

"Me too," she squealed, as her body tensed and she shuddered under me.

I came hard, pumping what seemed to be dozens of blasts of my hot semen deep into her ass.

Crystal rolled to her side, her hands protecting her tender slit, as Mandy collapsed face down on the bed, taking me with her.

My cock shrank and popped out, a small stream of cum flowing from her as she lay on the mattress.

"Holy shit!" she whispered, "That was fucking intense."

"Did you like that, Girlie?" asked Crystal.

"Fuck yes, and I think you will too."

I rolled onto my side and tried to get my breath back. "I need to shower before we do anything else," I wheezed.

Just then, from the room above, we heard an impassioned scream of, "Fuck meeeeeee!"

"Someone's having fun," giggled Crystal.

"Oh, is Andy going to get a ribbing tomorrow?" said Mandy.

"That's my boy," I added, smiling.

I returned from my brief shower to find my wives in a passionate kiss on the bed. Mandy had the butt plug back in her ass.

"Did you miss me, Girlie," I said, indicating the pink plug.

"I was leaking cum everywhere," she giggled, "But I didn't want to shower and miss Red getting drilled."

We all returned to the bed and Mandy stroked me hard again as Crystal knelt before me.

"Please be gentle with me, Sonny Jim," she begged, "I'm frightened."

"It's okay, Red. You don't have to do this."

"But I want to, I just don't want you to hurt me."

I lubed my cock up once more and eased the plug from Crystals butt. She gasped as it popped out.

"Oooh quick, put your cock in, Jimmy."

I lined up my hard prick with her little pink star and pushed gently. Mandy cuddled up to her side, whispering encouragement in her ear. "Push out Red, don't tense. Remember putting the plug in? How you pushed a bit, and it went in? Push now, let Jim in you."

I felt her ass loosen a little, and I pushed harder. The head of my cock slipped beyond her sphincter, and I was in her. Crystal stiffened.

"Stop! Just hold still for a second, Jimmy. Let me get used to your gigantic cock."

I cradled her hips and waited for her to let me know she was okay. Crystal pushed back against me a little, then said, "Push into me now."

I slid about half my length into Red's tight backside before she stopped me again. I set up a gentle rocking, just moving a fraction in and out of her. She cooed, the pain obviously lessened, as she rocked against me, pushing me deeper until I was embedded in her beautiful alabaster ass.

"Is it all in me?" she asked.

"The entire thing. Are you okay?"

"Yes. It feels so good now. Like I'm really full. Just fuck me ever so gently for a bit, lover."

I started my rocking, plunging gently into her pretty ass as she began to breathe more heavily.

She moaned with each thrust, and I escalated my speed, spearing her back door with my prick. "Harder," she whispered.

I did as she asked, and she moaned softly as she rammed back into me with each stroke.

"Now, Jimmy, Now! Fuck me! Do it."

I picked up my speed, using my whole length on her tender butt, thrusting hard, pounding into her as she wailed and shuddered. Crystal fell forwards, laying on the bed, her ass sticking up as I slammed into her a few more times and let go with my cum, deep in her back passage.

"Ohhhhhhh! Fuck! Oh, I can feel it, your stuff in my ass," she moaned into the pillow. "So fucking good Jimmy. We did it! We lost our virginity together, Girlie!"

I pulled my shrinking dick out of her, and she rolled towards Mandy, holding her close, whispering and giggling together like schoolgirls.

They both pulled me into their shared embrace, and we cuddled together for a few minutes.

"I think I'm the luckiest man in the world," I said, "I have two beautiful women who not only love me but love each other too."

"Do you remember when we used to talk about 'types' Girlie. I wasn't your type, you weren't mine?"

"Yes," she said, "You liked skinny dark-haired girls."

"My point is," I said, "that with us three, it just proves that when you find the people you love, 'types' don't matter any more."

"You're both my type," said Crystal, "And I wouldn't change either of you for the world."

* * *

Shelly Fraser.

I wandered down to the kitchen the next morning still sleepy from our late night. Andy and I had had sex for the first time the previous night, then again about an hour later, just to make sure we liked it!

Mandy was making coffee when I walked in.

"Hello Baby, how was your first night with a man?"

"Oh, Girlie, it was wonderful! I felt so much. We felt so close."

"You two are going to get some teasing today," Mandy grinned, "We heard you screaming 'Fuck me' from down here."

I blushed. "Sorry, you know I've always been a screamer."

Crystal came in then. She seemed to be limping slightly. "Are you okay, Sis?" I asked, "You're limping."

"It was a long hard night," she giggled.

"Yeah," said Mandy, "Jimmy was long and hard, and he took both our asses for the first time. I'm having trouble walking straight too."

I stood with my mouth open. "Both your asses?" I asked, "What was it like?"

"Once you get used to it, it's amazing," said Crystal, "You've got to try it one day, Sis."

I nodded, "Maybe."

Andy came in looking for his coffee. "Hello, stud," giggled Mandy, "I hear you took our girl's cherry."

Crystal smiled at him. "Or should we say we heard you take our girl's cherry? We heard the screams down here."

Andy blushed but looked them in the eye. "Shelly is amazing," he said, "and I don't mind her showing her appreciation, at all."

We all laughed, and I cuddled up to my man, pulling him into a quick kiss.

* * *

Jimmy Blake.

The work on our new restaurant, The Perfumed Violet, was finally complete. We juggled staff a bit and arrived at a system that worked for us all. I was to head the 'Violet' with Crystal as my Sous Chef. We'd taken two staff from the 'Lily', so we didn't have all fresh starts. Corrine and Milla had moved into the flat a while before, and Corrine took over the Lily with the newly promoted Sarah as her sous chef. She had two extra staff to train, but a few who knew the place too.

In a strange twist of fate, restaurant inspectors arrived the first weekend after Corrine took over, and gave a glowing report, setting my mind at rest that Corrine was up to the task.

I felt a little closer to Corrine and Milla since our brief flirtation before the wedding. I felt Corrine was more of a friend than an employee now, and she seemed more relaxed with me. Crystal thought it was because they'd seen the human side of me instead of the Chef.

We had the grand opening of The Perfumed Violet on a Thursday, inviting regulars from the Lily, as well as the local press. The night went well, and we quickly found that we were booked up for the weekends for the first month.

We'd settled into the new house, and Andy had moved in with Shelly full time, giving up the little flat in Handsworth that he never used.

* * *

Shelly Fraser.

I seemed to get on well at the City Farm. Visitor numbers were up for my first two months, and we had more volunteers, doing more hours. Repairs and Maintenance were almost up to date, and we'd even taken on some more animals, including an elderly Jersey cow and a couple of Kune Kune pigs.

I'd been visiting Diane nearly every evening and having her over to the house at weekends. She seemed to cope well with little Charlie but was tired trying to manage him alone.

We came up with a solution. When Diane came over at weekends, we got her to stay over in the guest room, and express some milk into bottles. Then Andy and I took Charlie up to our room and fed him when he woke in the night. Within a fortnight, Diane was looking one hundred per cent better.

It meant that Andy and I got to spend more time with the little cutie too.

* * *

Slim Blake.

Having finally got round to having full sex on the night of our bonding, Shelly and I were pretty insatiable. We had Charlie at weekends, which put the brake on things, but every other day we were at it morning and night.

Shelly loved to give blow-jobs still, but having me come inside her was the highlight of her day.

We were laying in bed one morning after a vigorous session. I cuddled Shelly up to my shoulder, her legs wrapped around mine, cum leaking from her pussy.

She squeezed me and turned her face up to mine.

"Andy?"

"Uh, Huh."

"Can I take another lover?"

* * *