Houseguests

(Author's note: All characters involved in sexual situations are 18+.)

Megan slammed the front door behind her before she could stop herself, and waited for the reaction.

"You know better than that," she heard her father call from the kitchen, and she cringed. Either one of her little brothers would've gotten, "Don't slam the door," but the subtle message in her father's rebuke was, I shouldn't have to tell you not to slam the door. You should be acting like an adult now.

"Sorry, Dad," Megan called back, and started toward the staircase.

She stopped short when her mother poked her head into the foyer. "Hey, honey, how did your date go?"

"It went door-slammingly well, Mom. How do you think it went?"

"I'm sorry. Do you want to come in and talk to us about it?"

Megan took a deep breath. "May I please try to get a good night's sleep before I have to tell Dad about his golf partner's son sticking his hand up my shirt and grabbing my breasts in the middle of the movie?"

Her mother frowned. "Vincent really did that?"

"Yes, Mom, Golden Boy felt me up, at least until I threatened to break his arm," Megan said. "And before you ask, no, I didn't do anything to encourage him or make him think I wanted him to do that. I only went out with him in the first place because I knew Dad would be ticked off if I said no. And can I just say that if we didn't live in this stupid little town, I wouldn't have had to depend on Vincent for a ride home after he groped me?"

Megan's mother winced. "I really am sorry, honey." She closed the distance between them, and pulled her daughter into a hug. "You know you could have called us, right? We'll always come get you, no matter what, no questions asked."

Megan broke their hug, and nodded, a few tears starting to form. "I know, Mom. But I also know this town, and I guarantee you, Monday morning the story would've been about how that cold bitch Megan abandoned Vincent in the middle of a date. It wouldn't have mattered why."

Sighing, her mother nodded. "You're probably right. And I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself."

Megan shook her head. "Mom, is there ever a time when boys stop thinking we owe them sex, or that sex is something they have to try to trick us into doing?"

"Honestly? Some of them never do. But a lot of them grow up. If you're with a man, not a boy, you'll know it because he wants you to enjoy the sex as much as he does. More, if you're really lucky."

Megan wrinkled her nose. She'd had sex only twice, with two different boys, and she hadn't enjoyed it either time. That second time, with her friend Chris from Drama Club, he was so terrified and awkward that she'd barely even been sure she was having sex, much less enjoying it. She smiled for a moment and thought about telling her mother that, but instead, she said, "Thanks, Mom."

"Go. I'll handle your father for now."

"Goodnight, Mom." She turned and climbed the stairs.

*****

Lying in bed later, Megan could hear that her parents were still talking in the kitchen, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. She thought about the conversation she'd had with her mother.

The truly stupid thing about all this was that she wasn't a prude. She certainly liked the idea of sex, she wanted to have sex, and she had a feeling that if the boys she knew treated her differently, she might actually want to have sex with them. A few of the boys in her school were kind of hot, they just also happened to be idiots. Some of her girlfriends had sex with boys who were jerks, so what was her problem? She chuckled a little at the thought - really, she should probably consider herself lucky that she wasn't buying their bullshit.

And what about girls? she wondered. Do girls who like girls try to trick other girls into having sex? She had to admit, the question didn't make much sense, but she still wanted to know the answer. In the three years since she'd admitted to herself she was attracted to girls as well as boys, she had never noticed any signs that other girls in her school felt the same way (and it wasn't for lack of looking), so thinking about it was as far as it had ever gotten. But she had a hunch that if she ever went out to the movies with a girl, someone who already had breasts of her own probably wouldn't be nearly as desperate to know what Megan's felt like.

I would have to be the only bisexual girl in a small, conservative town in the middle of nowhere, she thought. That's just the kind of luck I have. On the other hand, at least she was growing up in a time when she had access to a lot of helpful resources on the Internet, an advantage girls like her wouldn't have had only thirty years ago. Even leaving aside all the porn that she inadvertently found when she was seeking advice online, there was plenty of information to be found.

And then there was that porn. Tons of it. Videos, photos, and even stories - some badly written stories, but stories that resonated with her nonetheless. A couple of years ago, after a year or so of having "crushes" on other girls in her school, wanting to be around them, and impress them, and kiss them, but not really knowing what might come after that, suddenly she'd gotten a comprehensive lesson from the internet on all the things girls can do together. More than she'd wanted to learn, probably - sometimes it was overwhelming, having these crushes turn into so many different kinds of fantasies.

Just that afternoon, in the locker room after swim practice, she'd had a hard time not staring at her teammate Jenna peeling off her racing suit. There were droplets of water all over Jenna's slim, naked body, and Megan kept thinking about licking them all off, one by one. Even now, lying in bed, Megan wondered what Jenna's skin would feel like, and how Jenna would respond. Would she enjoy it? Would Jenna want to lick Megan's skin, too? Where would they even be able to find enough privacy, with the rest of the team changing right near them?

Yeah, that's the important part, Megan thought, making sure my fantasies are logistically credible. She closed her eyes and slid her right hand beneath her panties. While she started to tease her fingertips lightly over her hair and across her lips, deliberately avoiding her clit for now, she imagined taking off her own racing suit, then grabbing Jenna and kissing her. As the rest of the swim team conveniently vanished into thin air with a soft "pop" and a puff of smoke, Megan laid Jenna down on the locker room bench, and began to lick her shoulders, making little circles with her tongue. She moved slowly down one arm, then her tongue made the leap to one of Jenna's small, round breasts. In Megan's mind, Jenna's nipples were already hard from the cold water of the swimming pool, just like her own nipples were getting hard right now under her t-shirt. She moved her left hand under the shirt and started playing with her nipples, first the right, then the left. Little tingles of pleasure shot down her torso and blended with the waves of tension building up between her legs. Just for a second, she remembered Vincent's clumsy assault on her breasts earlier that night, and thought, Asshole, if you only knew, before letting it go.

She licked and sucked Jenna's nipples, and felt Jenna's hands on her back. Megan had no idea what a woman's nipples tasted like - her own breasts were nowhere near large enough for her to put her own nipples in her mouth, like she'd seen women do in porn - but she was willing to bet Jenna's tasted fantastic. She licked and nibbled her way down Jenna's stomach in her mind, and in the present her fingers started to glide more easily over her increasingly slippery pussy. She alternated between inserting a couple of fingers and focusing on her clit, and pinched her right nipple hard. Finally her mouth reached Jenna's bare pussy - completely clean-shaven, just like she knew it was in reality from watching her change - and like she'd seen in video clips, she started licking and sucking it. Again, Megan had no earthly idea of the truth, but in this moment, Jenna tasted like honey, and she couldn't lick it up fast enough.

Jenna moved underneath her, writhing with Megan's intensifying efforts. Jenna grabbed Megan's head with both hands as if to pull it inside her body. While fantasy-Megan expertly adjusted her tongue's pace on Jenna's clit, real-Megan kicked aside her covers, yanked off her panties, and rubbed her fingers furiously over her entire pussy. Her breathing quickened, and as her legs started shaking, she groaned a little. She didn't always come when she masturbated, and she rarely did it when her parents were home, but nothing was going to stop her from coming tonight, not after how amazing Jenna had looked earlier. And there was some more irony for you: on a night when she was already this horny, Vincent probably would've had a better chance than ever to get into her pants, if only he hadn't been such a jackass about it.

In the locker room, Jenna cried out over and over again, almost falling off the bench a couple of times, as Megan clamped her mouth down over her teammate's pussy and sucked on her clit for all she was worth. After a zillion orgasms, Jenna lifted Megan's head away from her thighs, and sat up. They'd been friends since the third grade, and now they were lovers. Jenna leaned in and gave Megan a sweet, gentle kiss on the lips - and that was when Megan finally came. She felt her pussy spasm lightly underneath her hand, and then, she cried out a little, too. After a few moments, she caught her breath. She was alone in her bed at home, naked from the waist down.

There was a soft knock at the door, and she froze, momentarily panicked. "Megan, are you sure you're okay? I thought I heard you crying."

Megan exhaled. "I'm fine, Mom. Just had a bad dream, but thanks."

"Okay, honey. Sleep tight." Her mother walked down the hall toward the master, and Megan laughed quietly. She sat up in bed for a moment, and pulled her t-shirt off to finish the job of getting al fresco for the night, then laid back down and pulled the covers over her.

That wasn't bad, Megan mused. But goddamn, if I don't get laid for real, and I mean soon... She was thinking about next week's swim practice schedule when she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

*****

Megan looked up from her homework and watched for a few moments as her father worked on dinner. "Dad, I know Paul and Robbie are bottomless eating machines, but that's a shitload of chicken you've got there."

Her father kept right on trimming. "Pumpkin, watch your language. Your Mom's and my friends are coming to stay with us for the long weekend, remember? We told you about that last week. I'm just trying to be a good host, and having enough food for dinner is right up there."

"And enough wine."

"Especially enough wine."

Megan thought for a moment. "Dad, can I ask you a weird favor?"

"Sure, Pumpkin, what is it?"

"Would you please stop calling me Pumpkin?"

He finally looked up and put down his knife. "For today, or for good?"

"It's a pet name for a little girl, Dad."

Sighing, her father nodded. "I know it's hard to understand, but I still think of you as a little girl. And it's tough for me to let go of that."

Megan smiled. "I sent in my college applications a month ago, you might want to start trying."

He put up his hands in defeat. "Okay, okay. I'll stop calling you 'Pumpkin.' But I'd like you to watch your language as long as you're still living here. Once you're off to college, you can swear up a blue streak for all I care."

"Fuckin' A."

"Megan!"

"Dad, I'm kidding. So who are these friends, again?"

"Well, we knew Jason in college, he was a couple of years behind us. He's a lawyer. Cassie is younger, and they met through work. Your mom and I went to their wedding a few years ago."

"Married a younger woman just a few years ago, huh? Is this his second marriage?"

"No, it's not like that, he just took a long time to settle down."

Megan sighed. "I can tell this is going to be a really exciting weekend, listening to all of you old people talk about what college was like in the 19th Century."

"You'll live, Pumpkin."

"Dad!" Her father shrugged and grinned, and the doorbell rang. Megan rolled her eyes and walked out to the foyer, where her mother was already letting in their weekend houseguests.

"It's so good to see you guys," her mother was saying as she hugged a shorter woman who Megan assumed was Cassie. Jason stood by waiting his turn a little awkwardly, then waved to Megan as he saw her, and stepped forward.

"You must be Megan," he said, extending a hand, which Megan took silently. "It's nice to finally meet you," he added. As her mother drew back from the hug, Megan finally got a good look at Cassie, and her jaw dropped.

"Holy shit, you're Cassie Germaine!" When Jason laughed in response, Megan realized she was still holding onto his hand, and dropped it.

"I am," grinned Cassie, and Megan was too stunned to reply. "I hope you don't mind, Megan, but I'm a hugger," Cassie said as she held her arms open toward the teenager. After another moment of confusion, Megan stepped into Cassie's arms. Cassie Germaine, the star of one of Megan's favorite cooking shows, was hugging her right now. In her house.

"I don't understand, but it's really amazing to meet you guys," she said into Cassie's long, auburn hair. As she finally let go of the hug, she looked at her mother. "Mom, why didn't you tell me?"

"What, and ruin the fun?" she smiled. "Megan, why don't you show these guys the guest room so they can drop their stuff and wash up if they want, I'm going to check on your father." As promised, she headed for the kitchen.

Megan stood there for a moment, across from Jason and Cassie, still feeling a little blindsided. "I'm sorry about my language before, Ms. Germaine, I was just surprised. Wait, is it Mrs. Germaine?"

"It's Ms., my name has always been Germaine, but for heaven's sake, please call me Cassie. We're friends now." She and her husband picked up most of their bags, but Megan did have the presence of mind to grab one of them before she led the guests down the hall toward her father's den.

I'm friends with Cassie freakin' Germaine, Megan thought. I'm taller than my friend Cassie freakin' Germaine!! "I thought my dad said you two met through work, but Jason, aren't you a lawyer?"

Setting his bags down on the floor, Jason said, "I'm a lawyer for the cable network. I met Cassie when her show was in the planning stages, and I hammered out a contract with her agent."

Similarly unburdened of her bags, Cassie put her arm around Jason's waist. "It was really funny, Henry - my agent - kept telling me that the network lawyer wanted me there for the meetings, too. I'd never had a show of my own before, so I didn't know any better. Anyway, he waited until the day after I'd signed the contract so there wouldn't be a conflict of interest, and then he asked me out on a date." She leaned up and kissed her husband.

Megan's head was still spinning a little. "Oh, my God, you guys are so cute, I can't even handle it right now."

"Listen," said Cassie, "it's been a long drive, and I must look like roadkill kebabs. Where can I freshen up?"

"No, you're beautiful," Megan said, then caught herself. "I mean, you have your own bathroom here, Dad made sure his den was at the other end of the house so he wouldn't wake anybody up working late or using the bathroom in the middle of the night. There are fresh towels in the cabinet. But seriously, you look amazing." Cut it out, she mentally kicked herself.

"Aren't you sweet," Cassie said, and kissed Megan on the cheek. "We'll be out to join you in a few minutes, okay?"

"Take your time," Megan said, her face getting hot. She turned to leave, praying she wouldn't start blushing until she was out of the room.

*****

Megan stared at her ceiling in the dark, and chewed on her fingernail. She glanced at her alarm clock glowing on the dresser across the room. 1:30 in the morning.

She understood why she might be flustered by having Cassie Germaine in her house. She'd been watching "Cassie's Kitchen" for two or three years now, ever since her parents asked her to start cooking dinner for the family one night a week. She wasn't just learning how to cook healthy and interesting meals on a budget, she was also learning how to make cooking fun. And there was no sense in denying it; Cassie's infectious, bubbly personality (and her compact little body) helped create what Megan had eventually recognized as her first serious crush on an adult woman.

So pining after a beautiful celebrity had helped Megan admit to her own bisexuality, and now it turns out that celebrity had been a friend of the family all that time, and was at this very moment sleeping downstairs and down the hall from her. Surprise! she heard her mother's voice say in her head.

But that didn't explain what was going on with Cassie's husband Jason. He was married to the beautiful celebrity who had been on Megan's mind for so long. So shouldn't she be jealous of him, or something like that? Instead, she'd watched how he and Cassie interacted tonight, and she couldn't get over it. He was attentive to Cassie, and affectionate - he would watch her with a rapt smile on his face while she told a story, but also he held hands with her between courses of dinner. And what's more - when they were all cleaning up from dinner, Jason and Cassie paused to kiss for a moment, and Megan probably wasn't supposed to have seen this, but she was sure she'd seen Jason slip a hand between his wife's legs and give a squeeze. Megan had looked away out of a mix of embarrassment and confusion (and, she supposed, respect), but afterward she couldn't stop thinking about how weird it felt to see someone almost her parents' age acting... frisky. Maybe it's just because he waited a while to settle down, like her father said, but this guy was well into his forties and was clearly still hot for his wife.

Megan couldn't remember a time when her father had ever acted like that around her mother.

In any event, while Megan had been sitting there surrounded by her parents and her two moronic little brothers, trying to ignore the fact that she was getting turned on by a married woman across the dinner table from her, somehow she had started crushing on that woman's husband at the same time.

Am I just too horny for my own good? she thought. Am I some kind of deviant? These feelings can't possibly be normal. Or appropriate. Is it even legal for me to feel like this?? She reminded herself that she was eighteen years old already, then she took a deep breath, and trailed her fingertips down her belly.

She brushed her fingers lightly over the outside of her panties, almost as a tease. Some nights when she started down this path, she was content just to enjoy this subtle pleasure and go no further. She'd even sometimes let herself drift off to sleep at this heightened state of arousal, to see if it affected her dreams. Then there were nights like last week, when she'd imagined seducing Jenna in the locker room after swim practice, and masturbating to that made her feel a bit like she was riding an amusement park ride. Half the fun was not knowing how it would turn out any given night, and she smiled.

Then she had a thought that disturbed her more than she might've expected it would.

They're probably having sex. In my house. They get to have real sex with each other, right now at this very moment, and all I have is my goddamn fingers. And before she even had a chance to think about what she was doing, she was out of bed and through her bedroom door.

She descended the stairs to the ground floor, her heart beginning to pound. What am I doing? she thought. These are perfectly nice people who just wanted a quiet weekend away from the city. I'm their friends' little kid!

Except I'm not a kid.

Megan slowed down as she approached the closed door to her father's den. She couldn't detect any light coming from underneath the door, meaning that Cassie and Jason were almost certainly asleep, which would make sense given what time it was. She could turn around right now and go back to bed, and in the morning, nobody would know what she almost did. Everything would be the same.

Everything would be the same. And that's not okay with me.

Megan took a deep breath, summoned up some courage, and knocked softly on the door. She was suddenly very aware that she was wearing only panties and a short, threadbare t-shirt, and she felt exposed and vulnerable. She began to count down slowly from ten, and made a deal with herself that if nobody answered the door by zero, she'd head back upstairs, but give herself credit for the brave attempt anyway.

Brave attempt at what? she still wondered, losing count. The door opened a crack, and a partial face appeared.

"Megan? What's wrong, sugar?" It was Cassie. Sugar. Fantastic, that's barely a step above Pumpkin. This is how she sees me.

Still having no real solid idea what she'd come downstairs to say or accomplish, she hesitated, then said the first thing that came to mind as she stood in front of someone else's bedroom at almost two in the morning.

"I... had a bad dream." Kill me now.

Cassie opened the door wider, and in the dim light from the hallway, Megan could see that the older woman was dressed exactly like she was - panties, and a t-shirt that didn't quite reach them. Her legs were bare. "Oh, sweetie, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm... sorry to wake you up. My parents think I'm too old for bad dreams." And for bullshit.

"What's going on, honey?" It was Jason's voice from inside the den.

Cassie turned toward him, and said, "Megan had a nightmare."

Unseen, he switched on a table lamp, and the room lit dimly. "Does she want to talk about it?"

Cassie turned back toward Megan and smiled. "You didn't wake us up, we're kind of night owls. Do you want to come in?"

Megan's heart was racing, and she couldn't understand how Cassie didn't hear it. "Are you sure? I mean, I already feel a little better just having come down here."

Cassie reached forward and took Megan's hand. "Come in, sugar. Let us help." In she went, Cassie closing the door behind them.

****

"I lied." Megan listened to the silence that followed her confession, staring at the wall opposite the pull-out couch, grateful that she wasn't looking anyone in the eye.

After leading Megan into the den, Cassie had moved all the pillows aside, and she and Jason had made space for Megan to sit between them on the mattress, all three leaning against the back of the couch. Cassie had even put an arm around Megan and pulled her close, so that her head was resting on the shorter, older woman's shoulder. She felt her face becoming hot, and sensed that she might cry if she wasn't careful. Then she remembered asking herself last week whether girls use tricks to get sex, too, and felt even worse. So she told them that she had lied.

What seemed like a hundred years later, Jason finally asked, "About what?"

"Everything. All of it."

"You didn't have a bad dream?"

"I didn't have a bad dream, my parents don't think I'm too old for bad dreams, and I don't feel even a tiny bit better having come down here to lie to you. I'm really sorry."

Cassie stroked the teenager's hair. "I don't understand. Sorry for what? What's this all about, sugar?"

Megan shot up off of Cassie's shoulder. "Would you please call me 'Megan'? I'm eighteen years old, I'm an adult, and nobody seems to be aware of it but me! Not my parents, not the jackass boys I go to school with, and not the two of you!"

Cassie glanced past Megan to Jason, who raised an eyebrow. "Whoa, hey," she said, "slow down. Megan, that's just how people talk where I come from. It's just like calling you 'honey' or 'sweetie'. I wasn't saying anything about your age or your maturity."

"Oh." Wait a second. "So, you see me as a woman?"

"Are you kidding me? Have you looked in a mirror lately?"

"Cassie, that's not an answer," Megan said with frustration.

Cassie took Megan by the shoulders. "Honey, you're kind of putting me on the spot here. You are the daughter of good friends of my husband's, who I would like to think are now good friends of mine as well, so that makes this weird territory for me." She paused, and Megan couldn't look her in the eyes. "You're a beautiful young woman."

Megan shifted uncomfortably. "You're just saying that because it's what you think I want to hear."

"Oh, honey, I assure you that I'm not. I am genetically incapable of bullshit. Jason, did I not say more or less the same thing to you while we were getting ready for bed?"

Megan looked at Jason, confused. He smiled, revealing a few laugh lines up near where there was a touch of grey in his hair, then nodded and spoke. "She really did. And do you know what I said in return?" Megan slowly shook her head. "I said that I was pretty sure you felt the same way about Cassie. And that you weren't doing as good a job of hiding it as you thought you were."

"What? I -- no, I --"

"Megan, tonight is one of those times you should be grateful that your parents have trouble seeing you as a grown woman," Jason said. "I think they were oblivious."

Megan felt tears start to form. "You knew all this time?"

Jason shrugged. "It's not the first time, and it gets easier to spot after a while."

Cassie took Megan's chin in her hand and gently turned her face towards her own, but Megan was looking down. "Look at me." She did. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with what you're feeling."

"But, you're married!"

Cassie laughed. "That's not your fault, is it?"

Megan wrinkled her nose. "Well, no, I guess --" Before she could finish, Cassie leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. Megan's heart leapt into her throat, and she tried not to kiss back. Then she stopped trying, and kissed back. She was having her first real kiss with another woman.

When the kiss broke, Megan looked sheepishly at Jason, then at Cassie, and back at Jason again. "This is - you're okay with what we just did?"

Jason smiled again. "Megan, not every marriage is about being able to dictate what someone else can and can't do. Just because Cassie promised to spend the rest of her life with me doesn't mean she can't kiss a beautiful girl."

Cassie added, "The important question for us is, are you okay with it?"

Megan nodded. "Oh, yeah. I'm very okay." Feeling emboldened, she leaned toward Jason, and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you for saying I'm beautiful."

Cassie laughed. "He's not blind yet," she teased, then took Megan's hand and pulled her back. This time, she kissed the teen more deeply, and pulled her into a full embrace, with one hand on the girl's long, brown hair, and the other on her back.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit, Megan was thinking, if it could be called thinking. She was overwhelmed, confused, and becoming more aroused than she'd ever been in her entire life. I'm making out with Cassie Germaine! In front of her husband! Yesterday, to Megan, Cassie Germaine had been just a gorgeous cook with an infectious smile she could only see by turning on the television. And now, Cassie was - she was - Oh, God, she's lifting the bottom of my t-shirt. Megan raised her arms, and suddenly the t-shirt was gone. Megan's breasts were bare, and she was fighting her instinct to cover them up with her arms. She liked her breasts well enough, but she had always wondered whether another woman would like them, too. She was about to find out.

"Megan," Cassie whispered, "your breasts are just as beautiful as the rest of you. Would you mind if I...?" She gestured with her hands as she asked the half-formed question, and Megan quickly shook her head no. "No, you don't mind, or no, please don't touch?" Megan answered by reaching out, taking Cassie's hands in hers, and placing them on her breasts herself. Cassie smiled, then started kissing her again.

Megan wasn't sure how this was supposed to go - her fantasies about classmates had mostly involved seducing them after they'd already gotten naked, like Jenna in the locker room last week. But she wasn't about to let her nerves stop her from taking a step forward where she was clearly being encouraged to go. Without breaking off the kiss, she reached out and grabbed the bottom of Cassie's t-shirt, then lifted. The older woman backed away for a moment and raised her arms just as she had, and Megan tossed the t-shirt aside so she could look at Cassie's breasts. They were amazing. Big for a small girl, but not out of proportion - and pretty firm, with beautiful little nipples.

"Jesus Christ, Cassie," she said. Jason laughed.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Cassie grinned, and kissed Megan again. This time, though, Cassie kissed her way down Megan's neck to her breasts, and kissed them both all over. Megan had no idea what to do while this was going on, so she just watched and enjoyed, and tried not to freak out.

When Cassie progressed from kissing Megan's breasts to sucking on her nipples, Megan gasped and then moaned a little. "Aren't - oh! - aren't you worried we're going to wake up my parents?"

Cassie looked up at her with what was certainly the naughtiest smile she'd ever seen on a TV chef. "Your father's den is at the other end of the house so he won't wake anybody up, right?" Megan laughed, then took Cassie's head in her hands and kissed her some more. She pushed Cassie down onto the mattress and started kissing her breasts, hoping she was doing it right, or at least doing it well. Cassie squealed a little, and Megan took that as a good sign.

They rolled around on the bed for a few minutes, just kissing and playing with each other's breasts and nipples, Megan genuinely terrified of what might be coming next (and even more terrified that it wouldn't). When Cassie finally, finally, oh, thank God, finally slipped a finger inside the waistband of Megan's panties and started pulling down, Megan froze up a little.

Cassie stopped pulling. "Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" Megan shouted. "Wow, that was a little loud. No, I want you to keep going more than just about anything I've ever wanted in my entire life, I've just never done this with a woman before. I've certainly never done this with a woman while her husband watched before. I don't have any idea what I'm doing, and I'm feeling a little bit of pressure right now."

Cassie gave Megan another kiss, then looked into her eyes. "Sweetie, nobody's grading you or judging you here. Do what you feel, follow your instincts. If something bothers you, tell me to stop. If there's something you want me to do, or that you want me to do differently, ask."

"Ask? Really?"

"Really. If I put too much pepper in your macaroni salad, you'd feel comfortable asking me not to put in so much the next time, right? And what we're about to do is much, much more fun and more important than macaroni salad, so why hold back now?"

"The next time?" Megan squeaked.

Laughing, Cassie resumed pulling Megan's panties down. "Let's take care of this time first, shall we?" She tossed the panties to Jason, and then started kissing Megan's thighs. "Honey, I love your skin," she paused to say. "It's so soft and smooth." More kissing, further up the thighs. More kissing, now on the inside of the thighs, and Megan whimpering. Cassie smiled as she got her first up-close look at Megan's pussy, with its hair carefully trimmed to hide behind a racing swimsuit. "This is going to be so good," she whispered, and then reached out for it with her tongue.

Megan cried out with the shock of how it felt to have someone's tongue touch her down there for the first time, then clamped a hand over her mouth. Other end of the house, other end of the house... How could it feel so drastically different from a finger, from a penis? It felt soft - wet - feminine - intense. As Cassie licked and nibbled, first at her labia and then at her clit, Megan wasn't just feeling the familiar build-up of pleasure and tension that could lead to an orgasm. She also felt like she was having a tiny, brand-new semi-orgasm every few seconds, and she didn't understand how that was possible. "Oh, my God, Cassie, what are you doing to me?" she whimpered. With one hand, she pinched her own nipple, and with the other, she held onto the back of Cassie's head, trying not to seem too desperate to get the woman's entire head inside her pussy.

After a few minutes of that, Cassie started inserting a couple of her fingers into Megan's pussy, below her mouth so she could continue nibbling on the clit.

"Oh, fuck," Megan said, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" If the feeling of a tongue on her pussy had surprised her, the feeling of a tongue on her clit while there were fingers inside of her downright blew her away. I didn't know it would be this good, how could I possibly have known? "Cassie - Cassie - oh, God - don't you dare stop, OH, FUCK!" she cried out as Cassie tried to draw the clit entirely into her mouth and suck on it. Cassie pumped her fingers harder and faster, and kept on sucking; then she reached up with her free hand and grabbed Megan's breast. Megan looked over at Jason, who was watching them intently with a serene little smile on his face. So many firsts, Megan thought.

"Cassie, I want to see you make her come," Jason said quietly, then blew Megan a kiss as Cassie laughed. Megan took a deep breath as if someone was about to throw her into deep water, and closed her eyes.

Cassie didn't drastically change what she was doing, just a little more of it, and a little faster, and a little better, and a little... hungrier. Megan still couldn't believe how fantastic it all felt - she'd masturbated a thousand times, but right now she believed that even if she masturbated another million times, she could never get her own body to respond like this. It felt like a tidal wave getting ready to crash on the shore, but pulling the entire ocean behind it. For a few seconds she actually worried her body might not be able to contain what was about to happen to it, as if she might literally explode. Her pussy began to spasm, but so did her thighs. Behind the shockwaves, she felt an incredible warmth, and a powerful surge of pleasure that made her shake from head to toe. She felt the tidal wave crash on the shore and keep right on going. She cried out, and didn't recognize her own voice, so she cried out again. Please don't let this be a dream. Please don't let this be a dream. Oh my God, if this is a dream I don't ever want to wake up.

When Megan was finally able to stop shaking, she opened her eyes. Cassie was resting her head on the girl's stomach and gazing up at her, one hand still on her breast. "Holy shit, Cassie." The older woman laughed, and then Megan could hear Jason laughing, too.

"Is there anything I should do differently the next time, sugar?" Cassie asked mischievously, and it was Megan's turn to laugh.

"When I can see straight again," Megan smiled, "would you please let me try to do for you what you just did for me?"

Cassie nodded, and sighed. "Jason, didn't I tell you that we wouldn't regret getting away from the city for a few days?"

"When you're right, you're right," Jason nodded.

Cassie pulled herself up alongside Megan on the bed, took the teenager's head in her hands, and planted a kiss on her lips. "No more bad dreams for you," she said, and the two women embraced.

*****

Megan examined her face in the mirror of the den bathroom, looking for changes. Apart from a rosy flush, there was nothing obvious. Shouldn't I look different now? A married woman just went down on me in front of her husband. I should look more... grown-up? Worldly? Naughty?

She smiled. I definitely feel naughtier. And more alive. And... really, really dehydrated. She finally flushed the toilet, splashed water on her face, and drank a full glass of cold tap water. When she went back out there, she was going to return the favor to the married woman.

You can do this, Megan pep-talked her mirror image. Forget the porn, forget the fantasies - Cassie is a real, live, beautiful woman who thinks you're beautiful too, and basically just handed you a roadmap for pleasing her. Follow your gut, do what you think you would like if someone did it to you, and if she asks for more pepper in her macaroni salad, well then... figure it out. Adjust. Adapt.

She took a deep breath, and opened the bathroom door. Cassie was lying down with her head in Jason's lap, Jason playing with her hair as she gazed up at him. It was such an intimate moment that Megan began to wonder if she should grab her t-shirt and panties and just go. Then Jason looked up, and Cassie followed his gaze. When she saw Megan, she smiled, and reached a hand out to her.

Megan walked over to the pull-out sofa-bed with a grin. "It's not at all weird that I'm naked in front of my parents' houseguests, right?"

"Oh, it's the best kind of weird, honey," Cassie retorted, and pulled her down onto the mattress. The two women held their bodies tightly to each other and kissed, and Megan felt herself starting to become aroused again. She knew Jason was still sitting on the bed watching, but something about the way he and Cassie treated her made it feel safe.

Megan moved her way down Cassie's chest to kiss her breasts again, and heard the same gratifying squeal as before. She kept on going down Cassie's stomach, alternating little licks with the kisses. She wanted to know what kind of noise Cassie would make when she got to her ultimate destination... and she desperately wanted to know what Cassie would taste like. Patience, she counseled herself. Cassie's mouth on me was amazing, but so was the anticipation on her way there. And Cassie's panties were still on, so Megan used that as an excuse to bypass them entirely, and kiss her way down Cassie's legs.

"Oh, you little fucking tease," Cassie whispered, and Megan felt a chill run through her. Patience. As her mouth reached Cassie's knees, she grazed the fingers of one hand back up along one thigh, until she reached those panties. She kissed one knee, and brushed her fingers over the center of the panties. They were damp. Patience. She kissed the other knee, and brushed her fingers back in the other direction. Cassie was moving underneath her, trying to follow her touch. Patience. Patience. She forced herself to take the time to kiss all the way back up Cassie's thighs, and then at last she pulled down the panties.

Finally, there it was - Megan was up-close and personal with a vagina for the first time in real life. It was pale, and wet, and wrinkled, and beautiful. She played with the lips a little with her fingers, stroking them, and feeling how wet they were. For a moment, the image flashed in her mind of talking to her seatmate on the bus to school Tuesday morning. Hey Lauren, you know Cassie Germaine, the host of "Cassie's Kitchen"? Yeah, I saw her pussy this weekend. She smiled, took another deep breath, and revised the scene: Yeah, I ate her pussy this weekend. She put her head down, reached out with her tongue, and started licking; it felt soft and slippery, almost as if she were licking another tongue. It tasted like nothing else she'd ever tasted before - not sweet, not sour - but she knew she wanted to keep tasting it. "You taste amazing," she said, and then licked faster.

Cassie moaned, and Megan felt a hand grab the back of her head. She dug her mouth into Cassie's pussy, closing her lips around the area she was licking. After about thirty seconds, she realized something that had never occurred to her during fantasies like the one about Jenna - that inhaling through your mouth is impossible when it's forming a seal against something - and she started breathing through her nose. Adjust. Adapt.

Megan listened to Cassie's breathing changing and her moans getting louder. At first, she wrapped her arms around Cassie's thighs. But as she licked and sucked, and as she heard Cassie whimper, "You're doing great," she remembered what her new friend had done with her not fifteen minutes ago. She lifted her head just long enough to bring her right hand around to the front, and started working a couple of fingers into Cassie's pussy. While her head was up, she saw Cassie's hand frantically playing with a nipple; she smiled and lowered her head back down.

She knew she'd found Cassie's clit at first only because of the three breathy cries of "Yes, yes, yes!" she heard in quick succession, but then she could tell from feeling around with her tongue just where she'd landed. She kept pushing her fingers in and out, and noticed that Cassie would arch her back when she curved her fingers upward while they were inside. This is like learning how to play a musical instrument by trial and error, Megan thought to herself. And I want to be a maestro.

"That's it," Cassie said, "just like that, yes, just like - oh! - just - oh!" Megan desperately wanted to free up a hand to play with herself right now, she was so turned on. But she had seen how well Cassie's unselfishness paid off, and she forced herself to focus. More than anything else in the world right now, she wanted to make Cassie Germaine come. She suddenly had a thought - musical instrument - and began to hum as she sucked on Cassie's clit.

Cassie reacted to the vibrations of Megan's humming by grabbing tightly at the girl's hair. Megan gave a muffled yelp without letting her lips lose their place, and that just made it more intense, but Cassie managed to ease her grip. Megan kept up her humming, and the pounding of her fingers, until Cassie let out one long yell, and then another, and then another - and as she settled down, Megan slowed her pace.

After a few moments of listening to Cassie's heavy but gradually slowing breathing, Megan whispered, "Was that okay?"

Cassie whistled. "That was more than okay, honey. You did great."

Megan smiled with relief. "God, I hope my Dad was right about noise down here not waking anybody up." Cassie and Jason started laughing, and Megan couldn't help but join in. "I don't even want to think about how long I'd be grounded if he walked in right now. 'Young lady, how many times have I told you, you are not to make our houseguests have loud orgasms after midnight, even on a weekend!'" Cassie snorted, and rolled over until she and Megan were in a giggling pile.

Jason spoke for the first time since his wife made Megan come a while ago. "If it makes you feel any better, Richie - your dad - used to get himself into plenty of trouble when we were in college."

Megan's chin dropped. "My Dad? Winner of the Nobel Prize for Cringe three years running?"

"One and the same," Jason nodded.

"Can you tell me any stories? Please?"

"Oh, I don't know if it's really my place."

Cassie smacked her husband on the knee. "Then why'd you bring it up?"

Jason grinned. "We need something to save for the other two nights we're here, don't we?"

Cassie laughed, then sighed and turned to Megan. "I hate to say it, sugar, but it really is late, and I think your folks are planning to make breakfast for us. It probably wouldn't be polite if we walked into the kitchen at lunchtime."

Megan nodded, knowing that there would be no point in asking if she could sleep next to them. God knows they'd already gotten away with a ton of incredibly inappropriate behavior without getting caught for one night. She also had to hide her disappointment that there wasn't going to be any more sex tonight, given how turned on she was again from the experience of eating out Cassie for the first time.

For the first time. What makes me think there's going to be more? This isn't a long-distance relationship we started tonight. And yet...

Megan sighed. "I guess that means I'd better get on back to bed. Forgive me for asking when I'm pretty sure I know the answer, but just so we're on the same page... nobody's telling my parents about this, right?"

Jason shook his head. "Honey, what happened tonight was between you and Cassie, and it's nobody else's business. You're both adults."

Megan smiled. She put her minimal clothing back on, hugged them both, and said, "I'll see you in a few hours." Then she walked back down the dimly lit hallway and up the stairs to her bedroom, thinking, I'm sure as hell an adult now.

*****

Someone banging on the door woke Megan out of a deep sleep, and at first she was disoriented enough for some mild panic. What did I do wrong now?? "Wake up, sleepyhead, it's after nine o'clock already!" Her mother wasn't exactly yelling, but she was loud enough that Megan's head throbbed at the sound.

"Okay, Mom. I'll be down in a minute." As she got her bearings and was satisfied that she'd actually woken up in her own bed, Megan swallowed with difficulty, and wondered why her mouth was so dry. And why her neck was so stiff. Then the events of last night started coming back to her, and she started getting nervous.

It doesn't make sense. Why would a gorgeous, famous woman want to have sex with me? Why would her husband be okay with that, and even watch it happen? For that matter, if he thinks I'm beautiful, why wouldn't he try to join in? How am I ever going to explain this if Mom and Dad find out? Am I completely sure that all this even happened, that it wasn't some horniness-induced fever dream?

Megan dragged herself out of bed, took a long drink from the bottle of water on her nightstand, and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. One thing was for sure, this was going to be an interesting morning.

But then the morning wasn't really all that interesting. Breakfast was a blur of pancakes, bacon, and her little brothers fighting over the syrup as usual. Cassie and Jason were just as friendly and nice as they'd been the evening before when they arrived, but they didn't pay any special attention to Megan, or act affectionately toward her the way they had late last night. Not that they should have - that would draw attention, and Megan didn't want that any more than they would. Truth be told, she had no idea what she'd expected this morning to be like. But this wasn't it, and she couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

"Earth to Megan!" Her mother's voice again. She'd been drifting off.

"I'm sorry, Mom, what did you say?"

"Wow, you really are tired. Did you stay up late reading again?"

She sighed. "You caught me. Harry Potter and I had a late-night rendezvous."

"Well," her mother replied, "I guess if you're going to break the rules a little, a three-day weekend is the time to do it. Just so long as you're not sleep-deprived when school comes around again on Tuesday."

"I promise, Mom."

"How did you two sleep?" her father asked their houseguests. "I hope the pull-out couch was comfortable."

"Oh, it was just perfect, thank you!" Cassie said. "We had a great night."

Jason nodded, then took a sip of his coffee. "Absolutely. Richie, Debbie, thanks again for insisting we stay with you guys. If tonight is anything like last night, we'll be thrilled." Megan looked up when she heard this, and saw that Cassie was looking right at her. When she met her gaze, Cassie winked, and Megan had to cough to cover a laugh. She wasn't always the sharpest person at picking up clues, but she was pretty sure Cassie and Jason had just sent her a message that they wanted her to drop by again tonight. The thought excited her. Sleep be damned, now that she'd had a taste of being with Cassie (and an actual taste of Cassie, she joked in her head), she wanted more, and she wanted it soon. As silly as it may seem to think about it, she might never see them again after Monday.

Naturally, the rest of the day dragged. Robbie had a hockey game in the next town over, so the whole family piled into the van, and Cassie and Jason followed behind in their car. They stopped at a Friendly's for lunch on the way back to "celebrate," even though Robbie's team had lost. While the adults praised his efforts, however futile they'd been, Megan shifted restlessly in her chair. It seemed so bizarre to her that only a few days ago, she'd felt impatient because she wanted to know when she might finally have good sex - and now that she'd had good sex (pretty great sex, as far as she was concerned), she felt impatient because she knew how good it could be, and wanted more of it immediately.

The afternoon was worse. This weekend was her turn to do the laundry, so while her parents showed their guests around their small town, and the boys were off with friends, Megan spent the better part of a few hours in the basement by herself. She did fascinating and challenging things like sorting colors from whites, pretreating, hand-washing "delicates" while the rest was in the machines, and then of course folding. At one point, she sat down to take a break, and closed her eyes. As tired as she was, she drifted off pretty quickly into a state somewhere between daydreaming and dozing.

Go ahead, Cassie said, you know how to do this, right? You must know how to do this, it would be absurd if you didn't. Jason stood before Megan holding his penis out toward her where she knelt on the floor, starting to panic. I've never done it, she said, I was scared I would gag or choke or do a bad job! Jason laughed and Cassie laughed and together they pushed her aside. I'll do it myself, Cassie said, and with her mouth already around her husband's cock, she added, You're pathetic.

Megan awoke with a start, her phone vibrating in her pocket. What the hell was that all about? she wondered, and shook the daze from her head. The text message was from her friend Jenna, asking if she was going to go to the swim team's practice tomorrow, an optional one, since it was a holiday weekend.

"Can't, parents have old friends here 4 wknd," she replied. Jenna responded with an emoji of a little yellow cartoon head vomiting, and Megan laughed. If you only knew. She sent, "Catch u up Tues," and went back to the laundry.

*****

Megan stared at her ceiling in the dark again, or at least she tried to. Her eyes kept closing on their own, and she struggled in frustration to stay awake. Bad enough she couldn't set an alarm to wake herself up in the middle of the night without waking up her whole family; her parents had also stayed up late drinking wine and catching up with Cassie and Jason well into the night, a good couple of hours past when they'd sent Megan to bed. So they'd only barely turned out the lights themselves, and she didn't want to risk them hearing her walk past their room. But she was determined to take the houseguests up on their subtle invitation from that morning.

To make matters worse, she'd finally gotten to sit next to Cassie at dinner, and the TV chef had driven her crazy by sliding a foot up and down Megan's leg every few minutes under the table. It was a turn-on, and a welcome flirtation in case she'd had any doubts about the invitation to return tonight, but it was a turn-on, and her parents and little brothers were sitting at the same table. Even now, fighting heavy eyelids, remembering it made her tingle a little. Almost without thinking about it, she rubbed the outside of her panties in response, and started to feel a little more alert. That's one way to keep myself awake, she thought, and stuck her hand underneath the panties instead to start rubbing skin on skin.

After a couple of minutes of that, she had already had enough of waiting, and she climbed out of bed. Opening her door as quietly as she could manage, she tiptoed down the hall, avoiding the center of the carpeting where she knew from experience that the floorboards underneath were more likely to creak. She finally headed down the stairs and away from her family, and when she reached the ground floor hallway that led to the den, she started to get nervous again. She wasn't terrified and lacking in self-confidence the way she had been last night, but she wasn't sure how they would react to what she had in mind for tonight. Megan knocked softly on the door.

Cassie opened it within seconds, but she immediately held a finger up to her lips. Then she gestured for Megan to come in, took her hand, and closed the door behind her. In the darkness, Cassie led her into the den bathroom, where she closed that door as well, and then plugged in the bathroom nightlight. Megan could see they were wearing matching t-shirt-and-panties outfits again, and she smiled.

"Sorry for the silence, honey!" Cassie whispered, as she sat on the sink counter, and gestured toward the closed toilet for Megan. "Jason really wanted us all to have fun again tonight, and he was going to try to stay awake, but he was just out like a light as soon as his head hit the pillow. I'm sure he'll feel terrible about it in the morning. I would've gone upstairs to tell you, but I wasn't sure what I'd say if I ran into one of your parents, and I don't have your cell number to text you."

Megan frowned, and responded in a whisper as well. "That's okay, I totally understand, I was having trouble staying awake, too - but it's a shame. Especially because of what I was going to ask you guys."

"What's that?"

"Promise you won't get mad?"

"Sugar, I'm not in a position to make that promise until I know what it is we're talking about."

"Okay, well... the reason I'm not sure how you'll feel about this is that I'm still not exactly clear on how your marriage works. Like, um..." Geronimo. "... who's allowed to do what."

Cassie whisper-laughed. "It's a little complicated, honestly. But the basic gist when it comes to sex is, that it's not so much about permission as it is about veto power."

Megan wrinkled her brow. "So all you needed to have sex with me was for Jason not to say you couldn't?"

Cassie shrugged. "Not quite, but it's close enough."

"That's... kind of cool, really. Has he ever vetoed you?"

"Now, that's getting into private territory, honey. I hope you understand." Megan nodded. "So now I'm curious - what was it you wanted to ask us?"

Megan looked down. "I'm embarrassed to admit this."

"Megan, honey, you're in a safe space with me."

She took a deep breath. "I've never given a blowjob." She waited for a horrified reaction.

"Is that all?"

"But I'm eighteen years old!"

"Oh, sugar, after what happened last night, I certainly hope you are." Megan smiled despite herself, and realized that Cassie wasn't going to judge her.

"I guess I was always just too scared, and I felt like there was a lot of pressure on me to do it with the boys I dated. But I trust you guys way more than I ever trusted any of them, and forgive me, but I've got almost as much of a crush on your husband as I have on you. So I was kind of hoping he could be my first."

Cassie smiled. "Honey, I've never yet met a man who would turn down a blowjob when a woman offered him one, and Jason is not an exception by any means. In fact..." She paused thoughtfully. "I've got an idea. Do you trust me?"

Megan nodded. "Absolutely."

"Then follow my lead. And remember, just like last night, nobody's grading you or judging you. Okay?"

Megan smiled, and felt her breath quicken a little bit again. Cassie hopped down from the sink onto her bare feet, and took off her t-shirt and panties so quickly, Megan barely had time to register any surprise. But she followed suit, leaving her clothing on the bathroom floor, as Cassie opened the door quietly. Every remaining weekend for the rest of my life is going to feel as dull as watching paint dry by comparison with this one, Megan thought to herself. The glow from the nightlight spilled over into the den, and as she followed Cassie naked through the doorway, Megan could see the pull-out couch, with Jason sleeping on his back. She stayed behind Cassie and watched as the older woman climbed carefully onto the bed, then joined her there when she was beckoned.

Cassie gradually slid the covers down off of Jason, and Megan could see that he was only wearing boxers. The thin material formed a mound at the fly, where Megan knew Jason's penis was resting. His chest rose every few seconds with a breath, and then fell again. Megan finished the job Cassie had started by sliding the covers all the way down and off of Jason's feet as well, then tossing them onto the floor. Her heart was pounding, and she almost couldn't stand it - the combination of anticipating something wild and yet not having any idea quite what to expect was driving her crazy.

As Megan watched, Cassie slowly and gingerly pulled apart the flaps of the fly on Jason's boxers, then reached in. When she brought her hand back out, she was holding her husband's penis. It was still limp as he slept, but then Cassie leaned down, and started gently licking it. Just a few licks, at first, and Jason didn't stir at all. Cassie put her mouth around the head of the penis, and held it there for a few seconds, while stroking the shaft - still gently - then pulled her mouth away. Still holding Jason's cock, Cassie gestured with her other hand for Megan to go around to the other side of him, so she did, trying with all her might not to make noise or jostle the bed too much. When they were finally facing each other, Cassie smiled, moved Jason's penis slightly toward Megan, and whispered, "Now you."

Megan put a hand around Jason's penis, and he moved his leg a little bit. She leaned down just like she'd seen Cassie do, and licked the side once, then twice. Didn't really taste of anything, but it was smoother than she might've expected. Maybe he shaves. She licked a few more times, then followed Cassie's demonstration by putting the head of his cock in her mouth. She sucked a little, and stroked her hand up and down the shaft, feeling it start to get a little harder and a little longer. Then she took it out of her mouth, and looked up at Cassie, grinning. Cassie nodded with a smile of her own, and reached out a hand to signal it was her turn again.

As she took her husband's cock back from Megan, Cassie gestured to her, pointing to her hand. Curious, Megan put her hand in Cassie's. The older woman took Megan's index finger and enveloped it with her lips, as if it were a penis - and then Megan felt Cassie's tongue work its way around and around her finger. "Wow," she whispered almost involuntarily, as Cassie let her hand go. Megan watched Cassie lean down and take Jason in her mouth again, and about two seconds after she figured Cassie had started doing that thing with her tongue that she'd just demonstrated, Jason grunted in his sleep. Cassie stopped after a few more seconds, and it was Megan's turn again.

This time, though, once Megan had Jason in her hand, Cassie sat back on her heels and watched. Megan slid Jason's cock between her lips, then started moving her tongue around the head. She looked up at Cassie, who nodded and gave her a thumbs-up. As Megan switched her tongue movement from clockwise to counterclockwise, she started stroking the shaft, which was continuing to grow and stiffen.

Jason moaned lightly - still asleep, as far as Megan could tell, but he probably wouldn't be that way for long. Megan started stroking harder, and Cassie continued to watch. Finally, Jason said, "Oh, my God... that feels so good - sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep," and rubbed his eyes. "Honey, I - oh, hey, wow," he finished, as he looked up and realized that his wife wasn't the woman sucking his cock. "This is new," he grinned, and Megan had to laugh.

"You don't mind, baby, do you?" asked Cassie. "Megan wanted a bit of a tutorial, and I thought you might be willing to help out."

"I am unselfish like that," he replied. "Let me know what I can do."

"Just lie back and enjoy for now," Cassie said, then kissed her husband, and rejoined Megan down at his pelvis.

For a few minutes, the two women just took turns sucking on Jason's now-very-hard dick, and watching each other work. Then Cassie got him to lift his butt off the mattress, and she slowly pulled his boxers off while Megan briefly got out of the way. When Megan went back to work on the shaft, Cassie leaned down and started licking Jason's balls. This is amazing, Megan thought. Watching porn videos gave me a "close-up" view of oral sex, but nothing like this. Cassie Germaine's face is inches from mine, and we're giving her husband a blowjob together. Am I ever going to get over how surreal this all seems? She felt a swell of affection come over her, and letting go of Jason for a moment, she lifted Cassie's chin and kissed her. Cassie kissed back like she meant it.

After Megan leaned down and took Jason in her mouth again, Cassie crawled to the corner of the mattress behind her, and started kissing her way down Megan's back. When she reached the cleft at the top of Megan's butt, she licked a little bit with the stiffened tip of her tongue. So that's why we took our clothes off to give a blowjob, Megan thought. She couldn't exactly smile with a cock in her mouth, but she was amused and getting turned on.

For a few moments Megan felt nothing but Jason's hard cock in her mouth and hand, and the mattress shifting underneath her knees. Then she felt Cassie's hands grab the back of her ass, and she knew Cassie must have turned over to lie down on her back. She felt Cassie pull her down until her pussy came to rest on the older woman's mouth. As award-winning TV chef Cassie Germaine started eating her out for the second night in a row, Megan gave out a moan, which was followed by one from Jason.

Megan took Jason's cue to start humming again, just like she had the night before, as she worked her lips and tongue around him. He squirmed, which she took as a good sign. Meanwhile, Cassie was lapping up her juices, and Megan found it surprisingly hard to stay balanced on her knees, or to keep her mouth on Jason's cock instead of crying out. She felt Cassie move her tongue away from her clit and replace it with fingers. As she kept rubbing Megan's clit, Cassie licked gradually downward, until she was licking the very bottom of her pussy, and then her taint, and then - Oh, God, don't go there, please don't go there, why would you want to do that - Cassie stuck the tip of her rigid tongue into Megan's anus.

Megan felt a jolt of a different kind of pleasure, unlike anything she'd ever felt before, and before she could stop herself, she let out a sound that was halfway between a scream and a squeal. Cassie was still working her clit, and for Megan the combination of that intense pleasure with not just the crazy feeling, but the absolute wrongness, of having someone's tongue in that place, was amazing. As she kept pumping Jason's cock with her hand, she said, "Don't stop - don't stop - please don't stop!" Please keep doing that forever, what is wrong with me?? Megan felt wild, uncontrollable, even wicked, but completely liberated. After eighteen years of being the good girl for everybody, she wished her entire town could see what was happening right now. She tried to imagine that her high school teachers were sitting across the room and watching in horror.

Then without warning, Cassie did stop - she moved her tongue back to Megan's clit and began licking there again, and within a couple of seconds, before Megan could object, Cassie started working a wet finger into the space where her tongue had just been. No, no, no, you can't - you can't - Jesus Christ, why are you doing this? Once Cassie got her finger in there, she slowly drew it back out, and pushed it back in, then started over. Gradually she sped up until she was steadily fucking Megan's ass with her finger, and if Cassie's tongue had felt wrong, this felt absolutely criminal. "Fuck!" Megan yelled. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Somewhere in her mind, a few of her teachers fainted, and the rest stormed out of the room in disgust and outrage.

Megan put Jason's cock back in her mouth and sucked on it hungrily, pumping with her hand as she went, increasing her rhythm until it matched Cassie's finger inside of her ass, and letting out a muffled wail every few seconds. In the distance, she heard Jason say, "Megan, I'm going to come - Megan - uh! - I'm - going to - come!" and she nodded and grunted her assent. Shut up and come in my mouth, give me everything I can take, I want to know what it feels like while your wife is violating me in the dirtiest way I could never have imagined loving before tonight, I'm getting this right the first time!

Jason grabbed Megan's upper arm and grunted, and that was when she felt a spurt of warm liquid hit the back of her throat. She started to gag, but managed to catch herself and breathe through her nose as she backed her mouth halfway off of Jason's penis. The next spurt hit her palate, and she swallowed, still pumping with her hand. A few more spurts, each smaller than the one before, and she let up on the pace, managing to swallow almost everything that came out of Jason. She felt some of it dribble down her chin, but she didn't care. Cassie was still defiling her magnificently, and she was getting close to coming herself. Megan finally let Jason go from her mouth and hand, and slowly let herself sink onto his naked body while Cassie frantically licked and fingered her.

Megan flailed her hand around for a moment until Jason grabbed hold of it, and she wrapped her other arm around his torso and held tight. Last night she thought she might explode, but tonight she felt like a rocket ready to blast off through the ceiling. She whimpered into Jason's stomach, and readied herself as she felt a swell of agonizing pleasure and tension rise not just from her pussy, but from her ass as well. I'm not supposed to enjoy this, she caught herself thinking. She tried to let go of every remaining inhibition and insecurity, and as she started to come, she clenched her ass around Cassie's finger and held tight. Finally the orgasm barreled through her like a truck without brakes - she yelled and held onto Jason for dear life, gyrating up and down on Cassie's mouth and finger, wanting more and more and more, knowing her body was almost exhausted but desperately hoping this feeling would never go away.

Eventually it did subside, as Cassie slowed down and stopped, then gingerly withdrew her finger from inside of Megan, prompting the girl to shiver. With her head on Jason's chest and him stroking her hair, Megan watched Cassie walk quickly to the bathroom to clean herself up. For the first time in her life, Megan felt worn out and used up, and it was glorious.

*****

Sunday afternoon, Megan chopped onions in silence. It might have been a huge mistake, but during breakfast that morning she'd offered to make dinner for everyone that night. Her father had actually protested for a moment, as they'd planned to have dinner at Hallowell's just to prove to their guests that there are decent restaurants out in the boonies. Cassie had intervened and said she thought it was a great idea, which made Megan feel amazing and excited for about five minutes, at which point those turned to horror and dread. What the hell is wrong with me? If you've got Adele as a houseguest, you don't offer to put on a concert for her just because you've sung in the shower a few times. If you want to impress someone, idiot, next time invite them to a goddamn swim meet.

Or be a really quick study in the bedroom, Megan mused. She'd seen and learned more in the last two nights than she'd thought possible, and in some ways she felt like a brand-new person, but some insecurities lingered. Clearly Cassie and Jason cared about her, this wasn't just a sophisticated couple taking advantage of some doe-eyed teenager with a crush, or at least she didn't think it was. Why would they risk their friendship with her parents for a few cheap thrills?

But now wasn't the time to think about that; she had a meal to prepare. She crushed a few cloves of garlic to sautée with the onion, and was just drizzling a little olive oil into the fry pan when Jason came into the kitchen.

"Hey, Megan, how's it coming?"

She smiled at his choice of words. "Just barely getting started, really. But it'll all be done by dinnertime."

"I'm sure. Cassie is really tickled that you wanted to show us how much you've learned from watching her show. You have no idea how much something like this means to her."

"Really?"

"Yeah, absolutely. She's a lot more confident about her qualifications than she was a few years ago, but it's the personal affirmations like this that really matter to her, not ratings. I'm sure she would've told you herself, but believe it or not, she's actually kind of shy."

Megan laughed. "All evidence to the contrary."

Jason shrugged. "Hey, you came to us Friday night, remember?"

"True." She lit the burner under the fry pan and turned it up to medium, then glanced around the kitchen as if it might be full of spies. "So, um... are we going to make it three for three tonight?"

Jason laughed. "Megan, I honestly wish we could. The last couple of nights have been amazing for us, and I hope they have been for you, too." She nodded, trying not to show her disappointment as he continued. "We talked about it, and we really are exhausted, with a pretty long drive back to the city ahead of us tomorrow. So we'd better try to get one good night's sleep in. I hope you understand."

"Oh, yeah, totally. I don't blame you, that makes perfect sense." She felt a little bit like crying, and managed to fight the urge back with a deep breath. At least she could blame the onions if it came to it. "It's been great getting to know you guys, I'm glad you visited."

"We've enjoyed it, too. And we can't wait for dinner!" Jason turned and left. Megan frowned and stood there in silence for a few minutes, until the pan was hot enough for the onions.

*****

"Megan, these enchiladas are fantastic," said Cassie between bites. "I can't believe how creamy the salsa verde is!"

Megan beamed at the TV chef sitting next to her, but still managed to use the humble response her father had taught her a few years back. "I'm really glad you're enjoying them."

"One thing is for sure," Jason added, "with skills like these, you won't have to rely on ramen noodles or boxed mac 'n cheese when you're away at college."

"What's wrong with mac 'n cheese?" Megan's little brother Robbie asked earnestly, and the adults smiled.

"Nothing, honey," Cassie assured him. "It's just not a very healthy meal - it's something you want to keep in reserve for an easy and inexpensive fallback when you don't have the time for something more balanced, like what your sister made tonight." Megan watched Robbie nod with exaggerated conviction, and she couldn't help but wonder if he had developed a crush on Cassie, too.

"Though you'd be surprised at what you can do with mac 'n cheese in a pinch," Megan's father said. "Jason, remember the summer you and I were both taking classes and living in the fraternity house? I used to throw just about anything I could into a batch of mac 'n cheese to stretch it into two meals - frozen peas, cut up hot dogs, even a can of tuna."

Jason shook his head. "Richie, I remember that you made me taste your Buffalo chicken mac 'n cheese once, and I swore I would never eat your cooking again - a vow it took me twenty years to break, by the way."

"Buffalo chicken mac doesn't sound so awful," Cassie said. "What was wrong with it?"

"I think Jason felt I should've left out the bleu cheese dressing and celery," suggested Megan's father.

"No, Richie, I felt you should've left out the chicken bones," Jason said with a pained expression, and everyone laughed.

"Anyway," Megan's mother interjected, "everywhere Megan's applied has a meal plan available at least for freshmen, so she'll be able to take some time off from cooking if she wants. Some of the dorms we looked at have pretty good kitchens, though - I definitely don't remember having that when we were in college!"

"Do you know what you want to study yet, Megan?" Cassie was somewhere around the hundredth friend of her parents to ask her some version of that question. But she was the first one Megan believed might actually be interested in the answer, not just asking because it's what you're supposed to ask when your friends' kid is applying to colleges.

"Honestly, I'm not sure yet. It's one of the reasons I applied mostly to bigger schools - I'll have more choices that way." That, plus I've had enough of life in a little pond, she mused. I could stand some anonymity for a change. "But believe it or not, I have been leaning toward broadcasting."

"No kidding?" Cassie bounced. "That's wonderful!"

"You know, our network has summer internships," Jason said. "That could be a great way for you to get some experience and decide whether you really like it. Not to mention that if you start with the summer before college, you'll be ahead of most of your peers résumé-wise. I mean, we can't promise anything, it's almost the end of January and they may have their summer group locked up already, but we could ask around." Cassie nodded in agreement.

"That's really nice of you guys to suggest, but I figured I would just lifeguard around here again, and put away some money to help pay my tuition."

"Honey, you should really consider it," Megan's mother said, to Megan's surprise. "It sounds like an amazing opportunity - the connections you make could pay serious dividends down the road."

"Mom, wasn't it your idea for me to help pay tuition?"

Her dad jumped in this time. "Let us worry about that, if you decide this is what you want to do. Honestly, my bigger concern would be finding a decent, safe place for you to live in the city. Jason, does the network take care of housing for interns, like in a dorm or something?"

"Not a chance," Jason said. "It's a great program, but free labor is still free labor."

"We might have room, though," Cassie said, and all at once, Megan felt like the world around her had slowed down. She looked over at Cassie, who met her gaze. While Cassie's facial expression remained innocent and helpful, Megan felt a foot start to glide up her leg again. "I mean, Jason and I bought a place big enough for when we start having kids of our own, but that's certainly not going to happen before this June. So we have a guest room. Right, honey?" she asked, turning to her husband.

"When you're right, you're right," he nodded.

"That's... an amazing offer, you guys, thank you," Megan managed to say, while she tried hard not to wonder exactly what their invitation might mean. An hour ago she thought she might never see them again, and now she was starting to imagine all the trouble the three of them could get into during an entire summer living under the same roof. And her parents were encouraging her! "If you let me know how I can apply for a spot, I will absolutely try to take you up on it."

"It's a deal," Jason said. "I'll shoot an email to HR first thing Tuesday morning, and I'll let you know what I find out."

"Oh, how fantastic!" Megan's mother exclaimed. "This is all so generous of the two of you, thank you."

Cassie raised her glass of wine. "A toast," she said, and everyone else followed suit with their own drinks. "To Megan's future."

"To Megan's future!" they said in unison, all except Megan herself. She just sat there with a grin on her face, a half dozen glasses clinking against hers, and Cassie's foot sliding up and down her leg.