A Fantasy about Love Pt. 06

I moved at first slowly, but she asked to go faster, she did not want to make gentle love this morning, she wanted to be taken. I did increase force and rhythm and she followed. I bent down and sucked her nipple which made her moan, and then I stepped up the force once more. She started to thrash around, and it was difficult to stay deep inside her. At the end, I pinned her down thrusting as far as I could, trying to drill to the other side of her body and she changed her moaning to yelling my name. One more thrust and we both came at the same time, exploding and my spurts of seeds making her feel one climax after the other. She threw her arms around me and hugged me as strongly as she could. I stayed inside her and every move she made, teased my staff and extended its force. We reinforced each other and at the end, we came once more, gently this time, but even more intense.

I wanted to get off her, but she asked me to stay: she wanted to feel the weight of my body on hers, to carry me, and to know that she could not move away from me as she was pinned down, unable to move.

Finally, I rolled off and looked at her; she was deliriously happy, blushing all over, a smile from one side of the face to the other, and her eyes laughing.

"My love, I live for days like this, for days when I have you, when I can care for you, and when I feel the deep love that is between us."

Suddenly Eileen's face appeared and kissed first Maureen, then me.

"This was wonderful to watch, and I can only repeat what she said: My two loves, I live for days like this, for days when I have you, when I can care for you, and when I feel the deep love that is between the three of us. But enough of this mush; breakfast is ready."

"OK, spoilsport, we'll come."

She got up slowly, still a bit sensitive from our lovemaking, and looking at her mother, presented her breasts for my kisses. She enjoyed it as much as I did, and when we were finished, she saw her mother still standing there.

"Mom, I know my obligations, and my rights. The day would not be right if we had not done this. It's silly, but it defines us and prepares us for a happy day."

Eileen reflected for a moment and agreed with her.

"I feel much better when I can start my day with this little proof of love and I sleep much better after receiving my kisses, but remember that you've this every day, and I only occasionally. I've to make up for those days lost! But enough of this - hurry up! Breakfast is ready!"

We went to the bathroom, did our duties and dressed: I in my shorts and t-shirt, Maureen in a little jogging suit. I wondered that there were no transparencies, no body parts readily touchable, but she was firm.

"James, my love, this is not a 24-hour sexual orgy: this is a union of people who love each other, and we don´t have to flaunt our body parts all the time. And who says that we are not touchable?" and put her breasts in my hands and kissed me.

When we entered the kitchen, I realized that Eileen was dressed similarly since my ladies were thinking alike. We had a nice breakfast with pancakes, toast and jam, honey and a bottle of bubbly, and coffee or tea to choose from. Outside it was pouring, but the internal heating kept us warm. I was ordered to go to the living room while the ladies cleaned up and chose a CD with music from the 70's and 80's, when the music was still melodic and romantic.

I sat on the couch and picked up the book Maureen had been reading. To my surprise, it was analyzing management techniques for the opening of new branch offices in other cities. She was taking her responsibilities seriously and earned her salary, which I hoped was generous. She had used the account I had opened for her far less than I had expected, and I wanted to ask her one day for the reason.

They came into the living room and sat down beside me, one on each side. Eileen looked at me turning her body around and said that this was no good: she got up and lay down with her head on my lap. Maureen immediately followed her and after some struggling to establish priority rights, we settled down. Eileen reached up and thanked me for a wonderful night and mused that it could have even been better if I had not stayed away such a long time, but with the wedding coming up she hoped that this would improve much.

Then she looked at me and asked who Mary Ann was.

"I've heard a lot about your secretary, James. Who is she? What does she want? What do you want from her?"

I looked at Maureen, but she said for me to begin: she would complete or add when she thought it was necessary.

"First, she's not only a secretary, but primarily she's a friend we trust unreservedly. She's intelligent, efficient, loyal at all cost, witty, amusing, ran us into the ground when we went jogging, loves us and on top of all this, is beautiful. She had a lousy childhood, lost her parents early, and was brought up by a grim grandmother. She left her grandmother when she was fifteen to work for herself, moved to Sydney and fought her way up. Her schooling was basic, but she learned by doing and erring occasionally, but never twice. My professional relationship with her was reserved and distant at first, but when I saw how she protected me - and she never said anything, I always heard it from colleagues - and organized my work not to be overwhelmed by small and big matters, this changed to a friendly companionship and I can only say that I've never met a someone like her and I'm very happy that she´s with us."

I looked at Maureen for comments. "I agree completely with James. She's the person he needs in his company and she needs him. A wonderfully effective team. Who she is? She's a lonely girl, a bit older than I am, and I never had a real friend to confide in, and I really, really like her. She´s the sister I always wanted."

I nodded, confirming that professionally, she was a treasure to be held and kept.

"What does she want? I believe Maureen can explain this better than I."

Maureen nodded. "What does she want? She wants to belong to someone, to be accepted and trusted, and to be loved, and be able to love without restraints. I knew about her from my contact in James' company, since a girl who studied with me in school in Brisbane and who is now working in the personnel department told me. I wanted to know who the woman was who every day was in such close contact with my love. She was very positive, but he said that she was a mousy type, not well looked after, and very reserved. She had no friends but was respected for her politeness and effectiveness."

A small smile appeared on her face, feeling amused about her own reaction.

"When James asked me to take her out and care for her, I hesitated, but decided to do it; after all, she was his secretary and should appear decently dressed. When we finished the hairdresser and the manicure, she was a different woman, pretty, but very self-conscious. I felt sorry for her and decided to go for different clothes. She didn't have any surplus money, but I convinced her to try some of the shops we go to. Her eyes got bigger and bigger, but she controlled herself and told me that she didn't have the money to buy any of these things. She had no debts and she wanted to keep it this way."

She looked at Eileen.

"Mom, she had a completely different childhood than I had. She was poor and had to fight for her life. And I? There was love and protection when I was young, and even when we had our difficulties, I knew that you´d always back me up."

Both were somber for a moment, remembering those difficult days.

"Her behavior was impressive, and I told her that this shop often had big discounts on certain items, and we would search for those items only. When she was trying on a dress, I pulled the saleslady apart and told her to give Mary Ann a 70% discount on everything, since I would pay the rest myself. This worked out and she selected well, and I even convinced her to buy two very sexy dresses and some very racy underwear. She was blushing all over, but very pleased - and she looked beautiful. Just a side remark, James, I paid for this from my own account, not the one you established for me; it would be strange for her boss to pay for his secretary's underwear, wouldn´t it?"

Eileen stopped her and asked what she meant from the account I had established for her. Maureen explained that one of the first things I had done when she came to Sydney, was to open an account for her with an open credit card so that she would not have to ask me all the time for spending money.

She smiled and looked at me with love in her eyes; Eileen shook her head and asked whether I knew about her trust funds. She said no and that I had never asked her about her money, I had just opened the account for her. Eileen looked at me and asked me whether I knew how much money Maureen had. I said no and that I was not interested in it; I could support her in the comfort she was accustomed to. She smiled and said that I might have a surprise one day, but that this act told her once more that I was a man who loved and would be loved, and she was happy to be part of our family.

Maureen continued: "Mary Ann opened up to me during these hours and I was more impressed every hour. She can be witty and is definitively superbly intelligent. I changed from helping a poor girl into sharing my experience and we both learned a lot about the other. Can you imagine that she's still a virgin? I decided to have lunch and she wanted to pay, but I refused, and we continued to go shopping. A belt here, shoes there, a purse, and a pair of nice fake earrings. She even walked differently, erect and proud. I needed a drink and we went to a bar and had a few. It was eye-opening to hear how she had fought her way up, and I was embarrassed to realize how many opportunities I had thrown away in my youth that she never had even seen. It humbled me, and my respect - and suddenly affection - grew even more. It was as if I had suddenly acquired a sister, someone I could trade secrets with, and trust with my thoughts."

Now her face had become happy, with a gentle smile on her lips.

"So we had a few more and I invited her to brunch the next morning. She did not want to accept: imagine, dining with her boss! I insisted, however, and she accepted finally. Then we finished the evening with another drink and all I know is that I fainted in James' arms when I arrived at home and woke up the next morning with a hangover."

I cut in. "Eileen, I had never seen Maureen this way: trying to hide from excessive light and the only light came in from the open door; complaining about the noise when I whispered that breakfast was ready, and in general rather unhappy. It took her some time to wake up, but it was hard work!"

Maureen glanced at me. "Did I complain? Did I whine? Did I forget to kiss you? Did I forget to tell you that I love you?"

I admitted that even in her miserable state, she was still a wonderful person.

"Mom, I almost forgot the invitation, but we got there in time. James' eyes almost fell out of his sockets when he saw her: gone was the mouse and a beautiful woman was standing there, with a half-smile, not knowing how she was going to be received. I gave her a kiss and seeing James standing there with his German discretion, told him to give her a kiss, too; after all, it was Sunday and we had brunch together. He did it very properly, but I saw her closing her eyes and leaning into him, and I realized that she had fallen for him."

She closed her eyes for a moment, still smiling.

"I could have stopped everything there, but she was so happy that I did nothing. We had our brunch and we had a great time. James opened up after a while; I knew he was intrigued, and the banter was hilarious. Then I opened the door a bit more and invited her to come home with us for the afternoon. Again she hesitated, but this time James supported my invitation. We drove his Porsche with the hood down and you see her eyes glowing with the pleasure of the day. We had a nice afternoon and Mary Ann was mercilessly teasing James and me and we had a lot of fun. When she left, she gave him a kiss: not earthshaking, but very involved, and afterwards James and I had a long conversation. He was completely confused (interested but confused) and I told him that I saw a possible future for us, but it was my decision, not his. She confirmed our thoughts about her character and integrity when the next day she handed James her letter of resignation: she did not want to come between us. He didn't accept this, and they came to an agreement to see what would happen."

Eileen was slowly getting nervous, not knowing where this would end.

"He called me, and I thought a long time about what I should do and what problems I might open up: for me, for James and for her. In the end, I decided to invite her to come over for dinner. I realized that it was a dangerous game I was playing, but the rewards could be great, too. The evening was wonderful: we were more relaxed, and Mary Ann opened up even more. At the end, I dressed her in a long, transparent robe to observe her and James´ reaction. She hesitated for a long time, but her desire to show her body to James won. She's really beautiful, Mom, with the body of a long-distance runner, all firm and soft at the right places. We sat beside James on the couch and when I placed his hand on my breast, Mary Ann looked at me for permission and repeated my act. You should have seen James' face! He was red all over, but he didn't take it away, and he did not move his hand the whole time. I knew what he wanted: tease our breasts, compare our nipples, and eventually go even farther, but he was a complete gentleman and kept his promise to kiss and stop. Mom, we had a good conversation on relationships in general and ours in specific, and when at the end she left, we were all happy. It was not a chaste kiss, however, when they said goodbye!"

Maureen then completed her story, telling Eileen about her lunch on Thursday, how that encounter had deepened her affection even more, and that we had gone running on Thursday evening, and how Mary Ann had run us into the ground. She had come home with us to shower and have dinner, and things had progressed quite a bit more. She had seen the deep love that Mary Ann had for me, she felt the close relationship with her, and she had made a decision to go ahead and see whatever could happen. However, this as a decision where not only she and I had to agree, but where Eileen was involved, too. So she would bring Mary Ann with her when she came the next weekend while I would be in the States, and Eileen would have the final word. If it was yes, all opportunities were open; if she decided no, we would walk away - with regret, but walk away.

Eileen looked at us for a long time and then got up and poured herself a stiff drink.

"I suspected something was going on, but not that it had gone so far. This is a delicate situation for me; James has my heart and mind, but I hesitate to think about sharing him with another woman. I gave him everything and I was certain that sharing him with you would be wonderful. This is a matter I have to think about; you dumped a heavy load on me, but if you want to do this, I'm certain that you've thought a long time about this, and if you're willing to enter this path with him, it shows me that you are deeply impressed with her. It'll be wonderful to have another woman you can trust at your side and trade secrets that only women want to share, a sister you never had. I'm awed that you show me the courtesy to decide over all our lives and I'll think on what I believe will be good for all of us, for you two, for me, and for Mary Ann. I believe, however, that all of us need a drink now..." and she poured us drinks.

She sat down again and laying her head on my lap, started to talk about NT and her plans. After a while, she put my hand back on her breasts and said that she was perfectly capable of parallel processing, so could I please do my duty and caress her? Maureen grinned and said "EOA" and placed my hand on her breast, but she pushed it under her top so that I felt her areolae and nipples directly. Eileen did not hesitate and repeated the move.

Then we talked and talked about NT, Eileen's plans, Maureen's ideas about the new office, and my plans for the company. It was productive and pleasant. When lunch time came around, Maureen offered to prepare it and give us some time on our own. Eileen smiled gratefully and turned around, ending up in my arms and kissing me deeply. My hands were gliding up and down her back, and she said to keep her tight, that she needed my arms around her to feel my love. When Maureen announced that lunch was ready, she uncurled and pulled me up.

"Let´s go and eat something. I need time and strength to consider the situation."

Maureen, as always, had prepared a perfect light lunch, serving a little Sauvignon Blanc with the shrimps, and a Shiraz with the steak. She was one of the very few women I knew who prepare a perfect steak ... the conversation centered again on business and after we had finished, Eileen declared that she would lie down for a while, alone however.

Maureen and I decided to copy her and we went each to our own rooms. We were worried about Eileen; we had not thought about all the consequences of our game in Sydney and we might have hurt Eileen more than we were able to carry. Perhaps it would be better to withdraw slowly from Mary Ann; it would hurt her, but I could not stand the thought of Eileen wounded in her heart and soul. We fell asleep in each other's arms, worried and restless.

Suddenly the door opened, and Eileen came in; she lay down behind me, embraced me.

"It's OK; I´ll consider it. Bring her to me so that I can base my decision on facts, not on opinions."

Then she relaxed and went quietly to sleep. Maureen turned around and laid her arms around me to touch her mother. "Mom, it's your decision. We love you."

It was dark when we woke up and whilst I was preparing a drink, my two ladies brought out some finger food. The situation had been resolved and we were relaxed again. We finished our discussion of business matters, Maureen received Eileen´s approval to go ahead and I told her about my trip to NY. I would have to leave Sydney in the afternoon and be in NY at midnight, a flight with a stopover in Los Angeles. I could rest the morning, meet Mr. Cunningham for lunch, go to a meeting on the Australia/NZ region to present my plans, and have Thursday and Friday for product and services announcements and discussion. There was a formal dinner on Saturday that I could not escape, and I would fly back on Sunday, with another afternoon flight that would arrive on Tuesday morning, due to the time zone change. That would give me a day and half to organize everything in the office for my absence during the next two weeks and come to Brisbane on Thursday after lunch. Then I would forget business and belong to them, heart and soul.

They looked at each other and Maureen asked: "Do we need to send a body guard with you? Remember that you mumbled something like not having our formal wedding? You swear that you will be there?"

I took her in my arms and said that there was nothing more in this world I wanted more than to make her Mrs. James Winter, and nothing in this world could make me not to be at her side in the church. Eileen said that she had talked to the priest and that he would marry us, even if I did not belong to the Church of England.

We went to bed, Eileen as always with us. She started to grin and said that she had intended a different night: smoked salmon, ice cold vodka and a different entrance to be filled, but tonight she wanted only to be held tight and feel secure and protected. I received my obligatory kisses and we fell asleep.