Grace Takes a Time Out Ch. 12

At this she turns and looks directly at Peter: "You won't believe this, but my Mom has a girlfriend! Oh. My. God!" Peter does his best wide-eyed wonder look. "She met this woman at a widow support group. They were super-hot and heavy for a while, but now I think it's cooled a bit so they aren't at it as much. Not that I don't like her; I think she's great. She's totally cool, down to earth, and solid, but I think she's got a wild and crazy streak in there someplace. They're out to dinner tonight, or somewhere, maybe our place. A week or so ago I got home at midnight and they were both halfway drunk and there were a couple of empty wine bottles. I had to drive Grace home, but before I did one of them said something like 'At least we're dressed' and they both giggled for the longest time." Peter did his best to control his expression and look surprised (he was, sort of); Shirley is smiling as if she's heard this one before. Alicia is getting more positive and sitting up straighter as if the story or example of her mother finding emotional support and comfort gave her encouragement.

"The deal is," Alicia continues more forcefully "that I'm 18 so I kept my promise to my Mom and she's been there for me, including the pill, long talks, and a couple of cubic feet of sex ed brochures of which I even read some. Before I go away to college I want good sex with someone I can trust so I don't have to wonder and can make better choices later. Shirley says you were not pushy, gentle, and she felt like you were concerned for her pleasure. It all sounded very exotic and exciting ... but, y'know, talk is cheap ..." she trails off.

Shirley chimes in now: "Peter, I really enjoyed our date. I know it was almost a blind date and neither of us knew what to expect. But you joined in with the program, my program 'cause I was just dying to see the band. Afterwards you treated me with respect, you were interested in what I had to say - both of which I don't always get" she shakes her tits so they sway back and forth "for obvious reasons. The park was optional: I could have just had you take me home after the club but I felt good about you. When we finally did make love it was fabulous. You were gentle, responsive, pushed most of my buttons at the right time and you didn't ruin the mood with stupid questions or silly cliché comments afterwards. You are way better and more mature than anyone else I've been with." She glances nervously back and forth between the other two.

Peter is blushing. "Wow. Thank you. Considering my history, I could never have imagined that kind of compliment. I enjoyed our date, too." He turns to Alicia who is looking at him expectantly. "This is sort of awkward; I don't really know how to respond. 'Good sex with someone I can trust' is pretty high to set the bar, especially since we really haven't talked for 2 years. I think you can trust me to honor your privacy and be respectful; I would do my best to make it 'good', whatever that means. I am definitely not interested in taking a 'piece' out of anyone: in my limited experience relationships work best when both sides are on the same team." He is clearly fumbling for words, hoping someone will give him some direction.

"Look Ali," Shirley chimes in "I know this is not exactly a casual situation, but I think just the fact that we've got him off guard is a good sign. How about I just drag him into the guest room and you can have your way with him?" Shirley's grinning wickedly, her eyes alight, leaning forward in her chair and it occurs to Peter that this is what Shirley would actually like to do. He'd like to do that with her, but this is supposed to be Alicia's night and his years of carrying a torch for her make him uncertain about what to do next.

Alicia looks at Shirley and sees her wicked thoughts on her face. She knows Shirley, likes Shirley, and is so nervous again she is practically paralyzed. "I'm nervous; I don't really feel in the mood. I need to relax, but I'm not sure more of this" she waves the now empty glass "is going to help. Maybe this isn't the right time. I don't know."

"Let's do this:" Peter suggests "it's a warm evening, lots of stars, let's just go for a walk and we can talk about this or something else or nothing. When we get back we could see how we feel, play a game, or I'll just sleep off the beer in Shirley's guest room." He leaves the last 'or whatever' unsaid. It would give them all time to digest both the pizza and the conversation, time for Alicia to unwind. He knows that even after people have talked out a problem it can take time to settle. So Shirley changes out of her heels into something for walking and they head off into the night.

An hour or more later they come back chatting quietly, Peter in the middle holding both girls hands, occasional giggles and chuckles. They go to the dining room, get out some cards, and start a game. After a couple of hands Alicia suddenly puts her cards down hard startling the other two; she looks at each one directly in turn a couple of times.

"I want to do this but I'm still nervous and I can't imagine just getting all worked up from a standing start. We all get ourselves off from time to time so I know it takes getting into the right mood, but I'm nervous. I feel like I need to be overstimulated to jump start my mood. So you two do it, I'll watch, that'll get me going, and then I'll do it with Peter."

Dead silence. Peter and Shirley are stunned speechless. They look at each other for the longest time, then Shirley starts to laugh and Peter just stares at Alicia.

"I know you want to do it with him Shirley," Alicia says. "What's so funny? I just need something to get my mind good and blank so I can relax and focus." Shirley lets out another burst of laughter. Then she pulls herself together and speaks to Alicia:

"I'm sorry, it's not funny and I understand your anxiety. But never in a million years would I have expected that! Sure, I'd like to do him, but this is your show tonight." A pause to catch her breath, and she leans close to Alicia and asks conspiratorially: "Should we ask him?" She looks to Peter and both women giggle nervously.

He's staring into space thinking that he has done it before while a third person was watching: at Grace's house Grace had watched as he had sex with Judy. He's also thinking about how he promised Grace to be truthful in all situations, although she wants to keep their affair a secret. He's thinking about Judy, his promise to keep her secret, and now Shirley is maneuvering him into bed with Alicia. He's thinking about how he has no clue about what's the right thing to do.

Peter snaps out of it and finds his voice: "So far in my limited experience with sex I have not had an issue with performance anxiety, and the mystery woman, as Shirley calls her, has encouraged me to stretch my boundaries. I'm OK with it, but tomorrow I'll wake up and wonder if it was true. Shirley, I need a word with you privately." He gets up and heads to the kitchen, Shirley following. "This is new to me. What do we do?" he asks when the door is closed.

"New to me, too. Let me think ... hmmm. I'd say we give her a strip show, some basic foreplay, and get it on but don't drag it out forever." She thinks some more. "The guest room has a king size so there's enough room for all of us. You gonna be OK? Got some protection?"

Peter nods. "Yeah. But this whole thing with Alicia is really edgy for me. Jeeze. You go fast, I'll go slow, and hope I can save some for Alicia. Wish you had told me ahead of time." He gives her an uncertain, worried look.

Shirley smiles and leans in to whisper in his ear: "Don't worry, you can stretch my boundaries or anything else, anytime. Tonight I want Alicia to get what she wants. I'll get what I want another time." She gives his earlobe a lick and turns, smiling, to go back into the dining room.

Alicia is waiting in her chair for them, she's kicked off her sandals and is swinging a woman's panty in her hand absentmindedly. Shirley looks at it and asks "Where did you find that?"

Alicia replies deadpan: "Under my skirt. I am ready to be overstimulated." This last said with the grim determination of one anticipating major dental surgery.

"Let's go to the guest room." Shirley leads them around the corner and down a short hall to the guest room door; she holds Peter back and motions with her hand for Alicia to go first. It's a medium sized room with a curtained window on one wall, a dresser on another, a pair of sliding closet doors faced entirely with mirror opposite the window, and a king size bed that fills most of the rest of the room. There are little bedside tables, each with a lamp, and four pillows against the all at the head of the bed. "Alicia, you go over to that side and help me pull the covers down, all the way. Good. OK, you just sit on that side, move the pillows so you are comfortable leaning up against the wall, and Peter and I will give you a show."

Shirley leans against Peter to whisper. "Let's go out in the hall and take shoes and socks off now, they'll just slow things up later." As they step out to the hall Shirley turns the dimmer switch on the wall so the guest room is dimly lit. Shoes and socks off, she whispers again to Peter: "Showtime?" He nods, Shirley leads back into the room.

Alicia is on the side of the bed near the window and the happy couple is between the other side of the bed and the mirrored closet so everyone has a double view of everyone else. Shirley turns, raises her arms and puts them around Peter's neck and pulls him down and close and kisses him - long, slow, and tongued. He embraces her and runs his hand along her back and down to her ass, and back. She moves her arms to be under his and strokes his back. She is making small appreciative noises. They grind their hips against each other.

Alicia is watching every move; her mouth is hanging open just a little and her eyes are flicking back and forth between the direct view and the mirror view. Peter brings his hands down, takes the hem of Shirley's top, and lifts it over her head as she raises her arms. He whispers to her "Last time it was so dark I couldn't see anything; it will be fun to actually see your beautiful body."

She gives him a kiss, backs a step and removes his shirt. "Yours too." She says. She runs her hands over his chest and leans in to kiss and suck his nipples one at a time. While he was stroking her back he figured out where the bra hardware was so he reaches around and unsnaps it; she takes in a breath and shakes the bra loose, then pulls it off from the front. Her large tits are exposed and both Peter and Alicia stare. Peter stoops down on one knee and starts to massage the tits at the same time as he takes one of stiff nipples into his mouth. Shirley moans quietly. Alicia has her knees up, one hand between her legs, and her eyes flicking back and forth between the mirror and the reality.

This goes on for a couple of minutes until Peter moves his hands down to Shirley's belt which he loosens, undoes the zipper and pulls Shirley's shorts to the floor. He looks at the skimpy panties and leans in to kiss them and lick with his tongue. Shirley quivers and he can taste her wetness. He moves his hands a few inches up from where he is holding her thighs, and pulls the panties to the floor. As she steps out of the shorts and panties on the floor she spreads her legs giving him better access. Alicia is wide eyed and moving her hand between her legs up and down.

After another minute Shirley pulls him up, her hands under his armpits, kisses him, strokes his chest, and slides her hand to his belt. She loosens it, unzips him, and slides her hand in. He sucks in a sharp breath and she grins. She settles down to her knees, grasps his waistband, and pulls the jeans and underwear off with one smooth pull. She looks at his erection, standing out just in front of her nose; she looks up and says to him "Can't move with jeans around your ankles so you'll just have to take it like a man". Placing her hands around him and holding his buttocks, she pulls him closer and inhales most of the erection. He takes a breath and looks over at Alicia who continues to stare, now with both hands between her legs.

Shirley slides back and forth on the erection licking and sucking it, but, perhaps keeping in mind that this needs to be a shared resource, lets it out and holds the jeans down so Peter can step out. She gives the erection a sloppy kiss as she stands up. "Where's the glove?" Peter leans down, finds the strip in his jeans pocket and tears one off, handing it to Shirley. She turns her head to look at Alicia, who appears to be in a trance with her mouth hanging open and only her hands moving, and shows her the condom, gets her attention, and goes back down on her knees in front of Peter as she tears the foil. She takes his erection in one hand, stroking it slightly as she does and with the other applies the condom over the end. She rolls it carefully down, looking up into Peter's eyes the whole time. Slowly Shirley stands up and says just loud enough for Alicia to hear: "Do me, stud."

Peter embraces her and turns to guide her toward the bed. He steers her to the foot of the bed and with a kiss pushes her back so she sits then lays back across the bed at the foot; he stands between her legs and lifts/pushes her so she is lying across the bed. Alicia, sitting on the far side near the head, is at right angles to Shirley now, looking down between her legs and raised knees at Shirley's shoulder. Shirley turns her head to Alicia, smiles and blows her a kiss. Alicia keeps on stroking herself with both hands. Peter bends down over Shirley, first with his head to her pubic area where he licks and sucks as she responds moaning and bucking, then he works his way up her tummy, solar plexus, to her tits where he pauses to devour the areolas and nipples while she cries out that much more, then arrives at her neck at the same time his erection comes to her vagina. He presses forward to her neck and enters her and she cries out in passion and lust. He thrusts into her and starts a slow rhythm.

Alicia gazes down on this with eyes unbelievably wide and her hands between her legs matching Peter's pace. Peter is now thrusting into Shirley and she is vibrating with his pace, her tits flowing back and forth; Alicia is matching it. Peter increases the pace and after a short time Shirley arches her back, cries out loudly, theatrically, in ecstasy and at the same moment Alicia moans and lets her raised knees collapse back onto the bed.

Then there is a pause in which Peter figures that both of them have come (or Shirley has faked it for Alicia - he isn't sure), he hasn't, and now is the moment of opportunity. He pulls himself out of Shirley, climbs over her toward Alicia and grabs Alicia's legs to pull her around next to Shirley. She looks up at him through her glazed eyes and says "Peter, I want that. What she had." He hasn't come so he's still erect; he pulls off the first condom and turns as quickly as he can to retrieve a second from his trouser pocket on the floor, then he's back and rolling the new condom on as Alicia watches. He gets onto the bed on his knees, between Alicia's legs, and as he prepares to enter her she reaches down to touch his penis and says "Do me totally, Peter," almost angrily, but passionately. He slides his hands under her back to her shoulders, gets a grip, and pulls her to him, entering her with some force.

She sucks in a breath, he can feel her arms tightening around him and starts to thrust. "That's it, Alicia, hold me." He continues and she raises her legs to lock ankles behind his back and starts pounding his butt with her heels like he's a horse. Faster. Harder. They go at it, and go. Just at the moment when he can't hold it any more and his years of fantasy about her peak, she screams his name, crushes him with her arms and legs, and stiffens in his grasp. He comes harder than he has ever imagined he could, calls her name out, and feels like he is pumping gallons of himself into her. Then it's over and they relax into each other; they breathe.

Shirley, who has been lying naked on the bed beside them, watching, quietly says "Wow."

*

A little while later they are all three sitting side by side leaning against the wall at the head of the bed, covers pulled up to their waists, Peter in the middle with Shirley to one side and Alicia the other. Shirley and Peter are bare, but Alicia still has her top and skirt on, albeit somewhat mussed. "Holy crap." says Shirley, leaning forward to look over towards Alicia. "That was something. OK with you Ali?"

"Yeah, I think I got what I wanted, but I might need more data before I leave." She nudges Peter and gives him a smile.

Peter replies: "Thank you Alicia. You were great. That was wonderful, both of you. Thank you too, Shirley." There is silence as they stare into space contemplating the evening. Shirley breaks the silence:

"My Mom says anybody who has had alcohol should stay here in this guest room. No driving under the influence. You guys OK with that?" They don't even nod; nobody is going anywhere. Another silence. "So, Peter," begins Shirley who seems to abhor a silence "what's next after painting?"

Alicia looks over to her quizzically "What do you mean 'after painting'?"

"He told me he was painting some rooms for a woman he knows while her kids are out of town and that would be done Monday, so I'm just wondering what he's doing for the rest of the time before school." replies Shirley.

Alicia stares straight ahead for a moment, wide eyed, her mental wheels turning. Peter tips his head back and it thumps hard against the wall - he is trying to will himself away, anywhere but here. Alicia turns to Peter, her eyes narrowed in anger and speaks with cold, hard, outrage: "You bastard!! You're Grace's painter!"

Peter closes his eyes because he knows what's coming next: he nods to answer Alicia's question in the affirmative and very quietly says "Yes."

Shirley leans forward to look past Peter to Alicia. "Huh?" is all she asks.

Alicia looks back directly at Shirley and spits it out: "He fucked my mother!"