Don's Wet Dream Ch. 02

"WHAT?"

"DOGS, HELP QUICK."

"Don't move, be right there."

"Not moving."

There was a flurry of zip sounds, grunting, snarling; and through the insect mesh of the swag she could see torch light waving erratically in the tree tops, then yelps, more grunts, some swearing and it seemed that the dogs retreated.

The welcome shape of Don appeared over her swag. "Come with me." Libby realised how much she was shaking.

He led her back to the tent, and left her with Kim, she was still shaking, Don went out to get Libby's bedding.

Libby reflected later that it was funny the things that enter your head when you're tense, as Kim guided her to the bed she asked, "Where is the wet patch Kim?"

"Don't have one tonight, the sheets aren't too bad Libby…"

"I bet! DON… where's my fucking sheets?… Oh,gross, icky, yuck?"

"Libby, you're married for fuck sake, here take Don's spot, it's pretty clean and why is he taking so long?" Kim was crawling toward the door her torch in one hand.

"Probably checking the dogs have -- where are you going?"

"Where do you think?"

Oh shit, that all they needed: "Don't!"

"Libby, I'm not lying here safe; that shit's for fairy tales."

"You'll confuse him, and get between him and a dog –- he'll call us if we're needed. KIM, listen, this is how we do things, he'll be fine. Please relax, you'll end up with a rock in your head out there."

Libby wrapped an arm around a still nude Kim, and said, "It was a little tense, I think Don was scared of one of them, I heard him swearing while he was throwing rocks." She giggled. "He said if she looked at him in that tone of voice again she'd end up in his camp oven… with herbs and tomato."

"Don could make even dog taste good too I'm thinking."

Don came in with some of Libby's sheets and they reorganised the sheets, he covered Kim with her bedding, and crawled up over her to give a kiss, "I'd better sleep in the swag honey, you look after Libby?"

"No Don! We will both look after Libby! I'm not having you sleeping out there with the dogs, I mean we'll all fit can't we Libby?"

"Yes sure, squeeze in Donnie. But it sounds like I interrupted something, you two carry on, I'll face the wall or something."

Don said immediately "Lib, I'd like to stay, but we're happy to be obstinate."

"That's abstinent darling." Kim said with a smile and gentle pat of his arm. "But he's right Libby, we're okay being obsti… abstinent."

"Kim! You've loaded him, now unload him if you want him in the tent. And I don't care how. Or no one is going to get any sleep, go on Donnie, do it, I'm still your boss."

Libby grinned to herself, as Don rolled a speechless Kim onto her side, facing Libby and entered her from behind. While he thrust rhythmically Libby found Kim's head was on her shoulder. Libby held her loosely to start with, then was stroking her hair, then gently rubbing her breasts the way Kim had rubbed hers in the shower. To Libby's surprise, and perhaps Kim's surprise too, Kim came, growling into Libby's side; followed closely by Don, growling into his pillow. Libby whispered in Kim's ear, "Can I have another guess what size they are?" Kim gasped, and quickly wriggled back to safe territory, lying on Don for her cuddle. And while Libby thought that she'd give just about anything to be in Kim's place, just once, Kim said matter firmly, "Lib, I'd feel better if you were unloaded too -- then if you like Don can put his shorts on, and he can sleep in the middle."

"Are you sure you won't be offended?"

"No Lib, do it."

Safe under her bedding, Libby slipped her shorts and knickers half way down and brought herself off, as quietly as she could -- her second orgasm of the day. Then muttered "Phew… If anyone at work hears about anything that happened today you're both sacked… okay Kim, having Don in the middle sounds a great idea--"

" –She's asleep Lib… bit tired lately, do you think she's okay… I don't want to wake her."

"Kim's fine Donnie, she'll tell you all about it later… where's your shorts--"

"--but I don't want to wake her--"

"--we won't wake her, please Don, for me, just roll to the side a little sweetie, Kim can be the small spoon, here I'll pull your shorts on… okay?… See I'm dressed, your dressed, and I'm sure Kim would be happy, now, I'll cuddle up… all good?"

"Yep, 'night Lib."

"Goodnight sweetie -- I mean 'night Don.'"

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Don told Libby to sleep in the tent again on Friday night too -- he was allowed to be the boss when there was dogs involved -– and he and Kim both stayed dressed and behaved. Libby tried to tell them to ignore her and do it again, but Kim firmly said 'not this time'. So they just talked, and cuddled until it was late and slept. In the morning Lord Donald had other ideas, so did Kim, she was very warm and cuddly this morning. And Libby left the tent, kindly braving the dogs to leave them alone.

Kim stripped her clothes off, whispering, "We are going to make love this morning, but not too much noise when Libby's close, okay? Don't make me cum!" And she told him, "We can play until the last minute and then I want you to climb on and do your worst."

He was sure she meant do his best. Then for the first time in years Lord Donald was in a girl's mouth and bein' sucked, and he didn't even have to ask for it. He groaned, "Oh, that's real good!" Kim stopped and look up crossly, "Shhh, or I'll have to stop." Don didn't trust himself to speak so he nodded, and Kim sucked him in again. A bit later still not trusting himself to speak he shook her shoulder, and she lay back and open for him to climb on and she kissed him really hard then whispered again, "I like you spurting inside me, even when I don't come, fill me honey!" And he did what Kim told him.

They just lay there and kissed some more. Then they lay with her head on his shoulder and he stroked her hair. Wanted to do this again, for sure, but he knew it wouldn't be not fair on a young bright girl to ask her to sleep with an old married man while he figured out how to divorce Sarah, and if some guy in a suit didn't snap her up in the meantime he was thinking it would be real nice to ask her out afterwards. But that could take a while. And if not he hoped she would at least be another friend, like Libby. One good thing he realised, he could keep up a younger girl, that was a good feelin'.

They all worked for an hour or so packing up their little camp site. The work equipment had been packed when Don called a halt for breakfast. He'd packed most of the cooking gear away, so breakfast was just porridge, and they talked casually about the plans for the rest of the day Don had said that he would drop Libby and Kim at home, and go home to see Sarah and his kids.

Kim had stared at him with dark angry look that scared him, then a loud, "FINE!" and thrown her porridge at him, the bowl glancing his head, and went to the tent to pack, sounded like she was tearing some of her stuff trying to fit it away. Don wondered what the fuck had happened. Kim usually said lots, so this was a bit strange too. He and Libby quickly checked each other for burns, and Libby blotted up the blood from the graze on his head.

He drove the boat out, Libby beside him, Kim pale and thin lipped in the back. And when they arrived back at the boat ramp, the maintenance guys were waiting, but didn't feel like talking to them, Libby had to do that again. They loaded the car and had a quiet drive toward home until Libby requested a comfort stop at a truck rest area. Kim left them, walking over to a picnic table and sat alone, facing away from Don, when Libby returned she insisted on rechecking the cut on his head, he sat on the trailer bar while she did that.

"So Don, am I to understand you're going to make it work with Sarah?"

That surprised him. "No Libby I'm not!"

"Sure? Good! In that case can I make two suggestions? Really think it would be a good idea to do what I say."

"Yep."

"One, you need to talk to Kim."

"That might be a bit hard--"

"--and two, you need to talk to Sarah! You know you have to."

"…did you notice she's a bit pissed at me for some reason? And Sarah might not be real happy either, if she finds out what Kim and me did when we was away."

"If you want me too I'll come with you, to talk with Sarah I mean, keep you from getting angry -- Kim I think you need to handle alone. And speaking of Kim, let's just think that through together can we? Do you think maybe Kim took a big risk with her self esteem getting involved with you? She did what she did for lots of reasons, but mainly for you, but now do you think she might be fond of you and thinks you're turning your back on her, and going back to Sarah? That's what I thought too this morning, and it scared me. I think you owe her an explanation of what your plans are. Please go talk to her sweetie. It will be alright, she wouldn't have been so angry unless she cared."

Don, putting it off for a minute, getting his head unmessed, bought an apple pie from the fast food van at the truck stop, then served a coffee from his thermos the way he knew Kim liked it. Libby beckoned him to her on his way back to Kim, reached up and fixed his collar, kissed his cheek, and they had a brief hug. "Lots of detail Donnie, OK?" Don walked over to Kim, nervous: maybe giving her hot coffee wasn't such a good idea. He sat straddling the bench seat facing Kim. She ignored him. He placed the pie and coffee on the table in front of her and then said, "Kim, I think I've figured out what made you pissed, and you missed out on breakfast, please eat this, and you'll feel better."

Kim must have been pretty hungry by now, cause she ate it quickly. Was quiet for another minute, then looked at her watch, turned to Don, looked straight at him, very unfriendly, "Six hours to check on me, says it all doesn't it? If you really want to go back to your rotten wife and get your heart broken all over that's your business—"

"--Kim--"

"--but when you drop a clanger like that -- in front of Libby too -- it makes me think, well, 'what kind of a shit judge of character is Kimberly? Stupid bimbo shared her bed for a week, A WHOLE FUCKING WEEK…"

"--Kim, I--"

" --like, what happened to a cuddle… NOT NOW DON!… Just for old time sake, I'll give you a piece of advice, next time you stupid enough to sleep with you and decide you want to stay married, try this instead, take her for a walk to a special beach, a cuddle, tell her why you needed to go back with Sarah, a kiss on the cheek, tell her she's still special, tell her it was a great week?" Women were a bit like kids really, no good trying to talk to them when they were having a tanty, usually better to just wait til your kids finished, same with Kim.

"Tell me Don, did you decide to go back to the witch before or after you fucked me this morning? No, actually, don't tell, I feel like a stupid bit of fluff as it is." Kim looked at the coffee, he move back a bit. "Don't worry, I only throw things at people I care about, you're safe, satisfied? Thanks for finally checking, you can go back to Libby and Sarah now. Good bye!"

This had gone on long enough. "No I'm not satisfied, can you listen for a minute? I never thought that you were cheap or stupid and I'm sorry you think that, can we start today again? We'll both feel better if you let me?"

Kim turned back to face her front, "Make it quick." Still cold, but at least she was listening.

"What I meant to say was that I figured I'd go home and move into my basement. See the kids each day. Walk with them, get them to school and that so they knew I loved them, and make sure Sarah don't tell em lies. And I thought I'd see you at work most days, behave myself, not embarrass you with your friends, not pinch you on the butt in front of Max, that sort of thing. Maybe we'd have lunch together sometimes if you wanted, and I hoped you would give me some advice, help me see a lawyer with me if you wanted, 'cause you seem to know what I'm trying to think and say most of the time. And I'd find a way to let the kids meet you, if you wanted, 'cause I think you'd get on pretty well, especially with my girl…."

Libby had said a lot of detail, Ok, he could do that.

"…and then when the divorce was all finished, I thought I'd probably say to myself - 'You know, Donald, that Kim: she let you sleep in her tent every night that week we camped on the river, she must have liked you, you know. If it had been just a couple nights you would probably say it was just a treat for a sad man, but every night? C'mon you must have done somethin' right.' " And I also would've said, 'I wonder if she has a boyfriend yet, some arseho-- some guy in a suit, I hope not.' " And then I would have put on my best jeans, clean boots, cut my hair even, get some flowers in one hand, and the divorce thingy in the other, to show you, and I'd knock on your front door, and put on my 'hey, Kim, betcha can't resist me now' smile, and give you the flowers and wait til you put them in a bit of water, and ask you if you had time to come for a walk, maybe down along that river I noticed behind your house, 'cause we like rivers don't we Kim?... And after we walked a while I'd take a deep breath and I'd ask you whether you thought a that young, clever, pretty, engineer like you would ever be foolish enough to want a big dumb old labourer like me as her boyfriend. I'd hope that you'd say yes. And if you said No! Well, I'd be sad, but I'd a known I tried and you'da thought about it, like you think about everything, well nearly everything, and I woulda said as far as I'm concerned we're still friends forever, kissed you on the cheek, left the flowers, and gone. If you'da said yes, I'da thrown you in the air, then, well, you can guess what we woulda done then, as soon as we got back to your place. So, do you see why I didn't think we needed to go for a walk this morning, and I'd love to cuddle and kiss you and thank you for being special all the time, I'm sorry I didn't think to tell you that this morning."

Kim sat still, he sat still, she stared out over the fields, and he kept looking at her, his stomach so tight, he thought he must have forgotted to breath. She still hadn't turned back toward him. Her face looked just beautiful from this angle, she had a nice nose. Like on old statues of Greeks or Romans whoever they were. She was very still. She didn't talk to him for another minute then finally turned toward him again.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to divorce Sarah earlier?"

"Kim! I was pretty busy dodging porridge."

Kim picked up her coffee, looked at him, looked at the coffee, looked back at him, "And you did care enough to risk hot coffee? That means something I guess." With a half smile as she sipped her coffee.

"That's better, a smile… we can go home now."

The smile went. "What do you mean?"

"Libby said we couldn't go home til I made you smile, she even confiscated my keys… Hey, two smiles, she'll definitely believe me now."

Kim reached for his collar, and folded it out from under his polar fleece, she always liked him to look as neat as possible even when there was only Libby and dogs to see him -- Libby must have messed up fixing it. Don held her hand there, Kim didn't pull back, so he moved closer, waited a bit, slid one arm under her breasts and then the other arm around her back to meet low on her opposite side. With just a little bit of pressure Kim slowly melted against him, eventually resting her head on his shoulder, and gripping his arms tight against her chest, he finally knew everything was all right when she started stroking it with her thumb like she always did. He punched out a gasp of relief toward the sky, and for the first time since he'd known Kim, she tried to say sorry, mucked it up and cried. A lot. Heaving shoulders, with shudders, deep breaths, tears that wet his jacket, and a runny nose that bubbled as she breathed. He wasn't sure if holding her helped or made it worse, but she gripped his arm so tight that he kept doin' it. All he knew was that Kim in his arms wetting his jacket with tears and snot was a gazillion times better than Kim sittin' away with her back to him. Now he'd got over being pissed, that just plain sucked.

After she had started to recover, he whispered into her beautiful hair, "Babe, I've gotten you involved in a bit of a mess haven't I?"

"Yep, but that's okay, the pie will start work soon, sniff, give it a minute, it will, sniff, Don, can you do something for me please?"

"Yes Kim." Hoping she would ask for a hanky to blow her nose.

"Don't you want to know what it is?"

"Yes Kim."

"Would you come to my place, maybe for dinner? Give us time to have a talk, sort out some plans and some rules -- remember I'm an engineer? We like plans and rules."

"Yes Kim."

"It would mean a lot to me if we did that before you see Sarah."

"It would be a pleasure to have dinner with you tonight, and I will be happy to talk with you for as long as you want."

"It's a lot to ask, I know you want to see Christy and--"

"--Kim! This is Don talking... I'll be there!"

"Please don't growl at Kimberly sweetie, she's a bit fragile..."

"Sorry Kimberly, is your period close babe?"

"YOU THINK!... Oh, sorry too baby! Yes it's close, and I'm on the biggest fucking roller coaster in the world right now, all part of, ta da Kimberly, Donnie Fix?... No!... Well Poo!"

They hugged a bit more, "Are you sure you're still want to knock on Kimberly's door? Wait, don't answer that 'til I've blown my nose... OH SHIT!... I'm a real good mess aren't I?... Pathetic… just fucking pathetic, love people seeing me like this."

"It's only me lookin' princess, nothing to get upset about, you look pretty good to me."

"You're so sweet I almost believe you, but don't move honey, don't let Libby see me like this, or Sarah, oh God Don, never Sarah."

Don brought up his hanky, wiped Kim's tears, and he held her hair out of way while she blew her nose. He remembered she used his pockets for storing things, like most of her hair gear, which was why her hair looked pretty messy this morning he guessed, so got out an elastic and arranged a pony tail for her. "Kim? You trust me with Sarah don't you? Because you should sweetheart, just thinking about her makes me soft -- wanna feel? I know if she wants to stay married to me she might try some tricks, I figured that out, but her tricks won't work. I won't let you down again."

Cleaned up and respectable at last. "Let's talk about that tonight too." And she leaned up for a kiss, she did trust him with Sarah. And Libby was right, as usual, this was going really well. "Kimberly is back, ta da again, so, what sort of flowers?"

"What sort of…? Oh yeah, well I'd need to ask Libby or Amy or someone about that, but they would be special, cause I want to say a lot with them, for a extra special girl; say things like 'Thanks for helping me divorce Sarah,' and 'Thanks for sharing your tent on the river,' and most important, 'Hey will you be mine?…' So they would have to be serious flowers. Lots of flowers. Nice flowers. Best I can get."

"Mmmm… Roses?"

"Nup."

"What! No roses? Why not roses?"

"I'm keeping the roses up my sleeve for after you agree you'll be my girlfriend. Help you to make the right decision see?"

"Sneaky, doesn't suit you at all! And anyway I already deserve roses, probably not red ones, lovers for nearly a week and I'm certain that lovers rate roses."