Guarding Dina

"Of course," Claire reminded me, "It's still pretty early. If you'd like, we can give you a tour of the place. Other than Dina, this is the best thing I ever got from her father." With that, she winked at Dina, smiling wryly. Dina rolled her eyes, but I could tell she was pleased with the compliment. Claire opened the door at the end of the hall, showing me her room, the master bedroom as I had assumed. The bedroom was quite roomy, with a king-sized Chinese sleigh-bed in cherry oak, matching dresser and nightstands, and a comfy-looking chair in the corner with a reading lamp behind it. Her bathroom had a garden tub and a separate shower done with flat stone tiles in various colors, and was about three times the size of the bathroom in my apartment.

Dina's room, though smaller than Claire's, was still impressively large. Dina's bed was a double with a padded patchwork headboard in blue and gray. An oak desk sat adjacent to the dresser across from her bed, and a computer waited upon the desk, a screensaver playing across the screen. As I looked down, I could see something barely poking out from under the desk, and my mind attempted to get a grasp on exactly what it was. It looked suspiciously like...a vibrator. I looked back up quickly, but I was sure that it was what I thought. The part that poked out resembled the base of it, where the dial was. I don't think either of them knew that I saw it, and I wasn't about to comment on it. After all, Dina was a woman, and she no doubt had needs. Still, it put a whole new spin on the way I thought of Dina, and I was slightly jealous of the toy that been badly hidden.

The rest of the house was impressive as well, especially the game room that sat in the basement, furnished with an expensive-looking billiards table, a wooden card table with a green felt top, molded to hold both cards and chips. The stereo that sat in the corner looked like it cost more than I make in three months. The huge projection television, I didn't even want to imagine how much that was worth.

"If you'd like, we can sit and watch a movie or two," Claire suggested, "We've got quite a collection that we've been adding to for years."

I looked at Dina, and she seemed fine with it, so I nodded, "Sure, that sounds like fun."

She opened a door near the projection screen, and it looked like a large closet, but it was filled with an absurdly extensive variety of movies. There were many I had seen before, many I liked, and then at least double the amount that I either hadn't seen and wanted to or hadn't seen and had never heard of.

"What kind of movie are you two in the mood for?" I asked.

Dina answered, "Just pick whatever movie you want to watch. We both like all kinds."

Finally, I picked up a good horror movie that I'd been meaning to see, and Claire put it in. We sat on a good, comfy, black leather couch, with Claire on my left side and Dina on my right. I expected them to sit with some space between us, because I'd dealt with that uncomfortable situation before of people who weren't familiar with each other, but instead they sat quite close to me, both of them, as if we were old friends, even though they both had only met me for the first time today.

As they movie started, I could feel how close to me they were sitting, a leg pressed up comfortably against mine, their sides touching mine. If I were to say that I wasn't enjoying the closeness, I would be lying. It was interestingly pleasant, making it unfailingly clear to me that two very attractive women were flanking me so closely. In fact, I could smell the light aroma of Claire's perfume, though I can't describe how it smelled, only the freshness of it. I could also smell the slightly fruity scent from Dina, whether it was her shampoo, soap, or maybe a lotion I wasn't sure, but it smelled to me like pears. The movie started, and I honestly tried my best to keep up with it. There were several scary parts in the movie that caused all three of us to start, and each time they seemed to press a little closer to me, until I had to put my arms out on the top of the couch to be more comfortable. That seemed to invite them even closer, until they were all but in my arms. With considerable difficulty, I resisted putting an arm around the both of them, as I had no idea what kind of reaction this action would bring. During an especially gory part of the movie, Dina even briefly buried her head against my shoulder, sending pleasant shivers up and down that side.

Another problem began to present itself as I enjoyed the contact, a problem that made me quite glad I was sitting. Otherwise, the problem would be undeniably noticeable and difficult to keep concealed. It's not like I'd ever bludgeon anybody to death with it, but I was pretty endowed with a good eight inches, give or take an inch. Unfortunately for me, the movie was almost over, and with them pressed against both sides, there was no way that the problem was going to go away. When the end credits began scrolling down the screen, I waited, afraid to stand up. Claire stood up first, and I had to struggle to keep my eyes from falling out of me head. For an instant, I was sure I'd seen nipples poking persistently from the considerable mounds that were her breasts, pushing the fabric of her shirt out in their persistence. She ejected the disc and put it back in its case, and then put it up, taking her time, probably to get herself under control. Dina was still pressed against my right side, the heat of her skin radiating through my shirt and pants. Then I turned my head to her, and saw that I could be having the same type of reaction on Dina. For a few seconds, neither of us moved. I looked at her, and she looked back at me, a mixture of feelings fighting for control in her eyes, her lips slightly parted, and then with a sense of reluctance, she scooted away, just enough so that there were a few inches between us, but I felt that distance an impossible gulf just as I had only a minute ago felt her against me. That space felt cold.

A bit hastily, Claire ushered me up the stairs and to the guest room, announcing that it'd been a long day and that we should all get some sleep. She disappeared into the master bedroom, glancing quickly back before she closed the door. I resigned myself to the guest room, and Dina mumbled a quick, "Good night," to which I returned an equally quick, "See you in the morning."

I sat down on the bed, which was firm. That was just fine with me. After taking my shoes off, and after a hesitation, my pants as well, leaving me clad only in a shirt and boxers, I slid under the covers. I never could sleep with pants on. I lay there for a while, the pleasant pressure of the two women as they sat next to me, and the urges that resulted, on my mind. Although the signals I had perceived from them seemed evident, I have always been bad at deciphering those signals. Subtle hints always seemed to be lost on me, so I usually missed them, and lost many opportunities because of that. Maybe one of them was kind of sweet on me, but there seemed to be the same signals coming from both of them, and that couldn't be possible, could it? If it was, and I chose one of them, would the other be put off by that, and resent me, or even hate me for it? This was complicated; I'd never received those signals from a mother and daughter at the same time before, so I was in strange territory here.

I must've drifted off in these thoughts, because I snapped awake as I heard a door open. I couldn't tell which door it was, but in the faintest of light, I saw two feet under the bottom of the door. The owner of the feet seemed to hesitate for almost a minute, and then I heard the latching mechanism withdraw with a soft click, and the door began to open. My heart was pounding with the anticipation, and a whirlwind of thoughts, both coherent and incoherent, blasted through my mind. Either I was about to get laid, or they were psychotic and intended to kill me. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I don't know why, but it seemed like the right thing to do. Whoever was there seemed to hesitate for a full minute, looking at me as I feigned sleep, and then the door softly closed and the latch engaged. I cracked one eye, just enough to see that the figure had not retreated, but just closed the door behind her. The time just oozed by at an agonizingly sluggish pace, with the figure just standing there indecisively, and me still pretending to slumber. If anyone were to burst in at that moment and scream out, I was sure we'd both either be dead of fright, or clinging by our fingers and toes from the ceiling.

After eons of wait, the figure crept forward and eased carefully on the bed, eventually lying close to me, body pressed against me, only fabric and the comforter between us. I jumped a little when a voice finally whispered, "You're not asleep, are you?"

Chagrined, I opened my eyes and saw Dina's face only inches from my own.

"No, not really," I whispered back, "I heard you at the door."

Testing the water, she asked quietly, almost shyly, "Do you want me to leave?"

I shook my head, "No, I don't want you to leave."

Heartened by my answer, she lifted up the comforter and pulled it over her body, now only fabric separating us. She then slid her arms around me, pressing her face against my chest, her legs bare and silky against mine. I put a hand under her chin and tilted her face up to mine before succumbing to my desires for her. I pressed my lips lightly against hers, testing the water a little, myself. In reaction, she only pressed harder, the urgency evident as her tongue darted out and licked my lower lip. Encouraged, I poked my own tongue out to taste hers, and within half a second, our tongues entwined with eagerness.

My hands began their own exploration, moving from her arms to her shoulders, and then down her back and sides, to her shapely butt, cradling each globe of cheek in a hand, noting in my head that a pair of panties and a thin nightshirt was all she had on. She mumbled a moan against my mouth as my hands cupped her cheeks and pulled her tighter against me. Once again, I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, a delicious heat that I had before enjoyed as she sat close to me, and the wait was just too long. We shared another kiss, and I once again reveled in that heat, as her smallish breasts were squashed against my chest, as her hips gyrated slightly against me, as her legs rubbed against my legs. I breathed in that faintly fruity scent, and I determined that it came from her shampoo when her hair fell in my face briefly before she pushed it away. I rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me. I lifted her nightshirt over her head and off of her. Her nipples jutted out so enticingly that I had to touch them. I reached out and cupped a breast in each hand, the nipple scraping against my palm as my hands moved in circles, causing her to moan with the sensations.

That part of me that had so stubbornly attempted to betray me, it now stuck out stiffly, and she rubbed herself against it as my fingers found and played with those jutting nipples. I began to feel the wetness that spread in the crotch of her panties, and I knew she was more than ready. She stopped suddenly, pushed her soaked panties down and off her legs, did the same with my boxers, and guided me inside her. I had hoped to taste her before entering her, and I voiced this hope.

"Next time we can do all that and more," she almost moaned as she buried all eight inches inside her, "But now I just have to have you in me. Oh my God, you're so big! You're stretching me out, it's so big!"

She began riding me, half of my length sliding out before she pushed her hips down and impaled herself again. I wanted her to climax several times, as much as she could, but I kept this want to myself, since I've found out that trying to make her climax could actually drive her further from it. Sometimes it's just best to let it happen however it happens. Her tempo increased, and my hips lifted with each plunge to better fill her up, and it took only a few minutes before her moans increased in urgency and volume. In the back of my mind I wondered exactly how thin the walls between us and her mother were, but the thought didn't last, as I was nearing orgasm myself as my manhood slipped deep in that velvety sheath of her tunnel. As her moans grew ever louder, and she gasped that she was going to cum, I warned her of my own impending orgasm. She came right before me, her vaginal canal clamping down on my member, her cum coating me as it ran down my balls. As she began coasting down from it, I cried out and shot spurt after spurt into her. She reached down to massage my sticky balls, coaxing out as much as I could give, until I gasped for breath.

She lay on top of me, panting against my chest, my manhood shriveling from her gradually until it came out, covered in a mixture of her secretions and mine. As we caught our breath, I couldn't be sure, but I thought I heard more gasps from the next room. Maybe it was because the blood rushing back into my head. We fell asleep like this, with her atop me, her legs straddling mine, her head on my chest.

I wasn't sure what time it was, but I awoke to sunshine and the feel of Dina's hand on me, stroking me to hardness and slipping me inside her. With the same urgency as before, we made love, and we only lasted slightly longer than the first time, more of her juices all over my groin as I released more of my seed inside her. As she lay gasping for breath in my arms while my organ withered slowly, I could have sworn I heard moans from her mother's room, and this time a whirring noise that was unmistakable. I kept my mouth shut about it for the time being. Besides, it was kind of a turn on to have that effect on Claire while I was with her daughter.

When we dressed and crept downstairs, we found Claire in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper, humming under her breath. She looked up to see us and smiled brightly.

"Did you sleep well?"

We nodded, and I noticed the knowing smile behind the question. There was no doubt that Claire had heard us from her room, and that she approved. Because, being a bachelor, I knew how to cook, I found some eggs, cheese, onions, and some cold cuts, and began cooking omelets for them. I usually didn't eat breakfast much myself, but to be polite, I created my own omelet with less eggs. As we ate, I kept wanting to talk about last night, but couldn't find a way to bring it up without sounding...I don't know, like a pervert. I kept my mouth shut about it. As I occasionally caught them glancing at each other, I couldn't help but think that something was going on here, some kind of conspiracy between them.

Claire asked me, "Do you have to work today?"

I thought about this for a second, and then admitted, "I could call in sick."

Claire quickly shook her head, "Oh no, you don't have to do that. I was just thinking that we could take you out to dinner after work."

This was getting a bit odd. Sure, maybe a dinner last night was normal, because I had driven Dina home after her friends had pranked and ditched her, but this seemed kind of funny to me. Still, since she offered, and because my curiosity was peaked, I agreed, "Sure, I guess we can meet somewhere. What do you have in mind?"

Claire suggested this excellent steakhouse in town, one I had only heard about, but it was a bit out of my price range. I voiced my concern, and Claire laughed.

"Why would I suggest such an expensive place if I hadn't intended on paying?"

"Ms. Sanchez," I protested, "Really-"

She stopped me, "Steve, please, call me Claire. Why I'd bet that if it were any other security guard Dina had run across yesterday, she'd have been arrested for it. Surely, nobody else would've thought about the fact that she might've been had some joke played on her. Dina's a good girl, and neither of us would want her to be treated like a criminal. Besides, we enjoy your company, and you're such a nice boy."

I hadn't thought about that, of course. I knew most of the other security guards on a casual basis of acquaintance, and while I could vouch for the fairness of a few, many of them seemed a little blind to any other side of a story. I'd seen more than a few shoplifters treated more harshly than necessary, when I might've been a little fairer about the incident. Of course, some shoplifters did it trying to get away with it, but there were always those that were pressured by less honest friends to try and pocket merchandise. I certainly understood this, and I always tried to look around to see the little group of snickering punks off to the side, pointing at the one who'd been caught. And, of course, I'd gotten pretty good at telling real tears from those shed to play innocent. Then there was Dina in particular. I was starting to fall for her, and last night didn't hurt any.

"Well, alright," I decided, "My shift today ends about the same time. Should we meet at the restaurant?"

Claire offered, "Why don't you come here first, and we'll all go together."

"I'll be here at about seven, then. I should go home and get ready for work. Thank you for dinner last night, and for letting me stay the night."

Dina walked me out to my truck, and suddenly threw her arms around me. I felt surprisingly comfortable slipping my own arms around her waist. She reached up and planted a kiss on my lips, and then backed away, the promise of more to come in her eyes. It was a bit difficult to not say anything that would lessen the intensity of what had happened the night before, so I did the wise thing and kept it simple.

"I'll see you at seven."

She grinned, "I can't wait."

She let go of me reluctantly, and I got into my truck and drove off just as reluctantly.

Work dragged by, surprisingly uneventful compared to the previous day. I made my rounds a few times, fending off the usual jailbait, barely seeing them as my mind settled on Dina and Claire. I kept wondering if I would be receiving the same treatment from any other family for just doing my job, and came to a conclusion that Claire's instant fondness for me was a bit odd. Still, for the life of me, I couldn't think of a rational reason as to why. When lunch break arrived, I grabbed a bite to eat from the food court, a bit amused by this young girl who couldn't have been older than fifteen. This girl boldly sat down opposite me, not even bothering to ask permission. She began asking me questions, starting with my name, and then progressing to my love life, my sexual preferences, on and on. Amused by her boldness, I answered her questions. I was curious to see where this line of questioning was headed. Of course, I had to draw the line when she told me her parents were at work, and that if I wanted to...

"How old are you?" I interrupted her.

She lied, "Nineteen."

"What year were you born?"

"Umm, uh...19...88."

"You're really underage, aren't you?"

She blushed, "Fine, I'm only sixteen, but I won't tell anyone if you won't."

As if I were considering her proposition, I thought out loud, "Are you a virgin?"

She shook her head, "No, but I'm not a slut either."

"How many guys have you slept with?"

A bit on the defensive, she narrowed her eyes a little, "Four. What, are you worried that I might have something?"

Pretending innocence, I quickly assured, "Oh no, if you say you're clean, I believe you, but my tastes are a little taboo. Have you ever been with a girl before?"

Her eyes widened, "What? No, I'm not a lesbian. But...if that's what you want to see...I could...you know..."

"I wouldn't want you to do anything you weren't uncomfortable with, and you don't look at all comfortable with being with another girl. See, if you're not secure enough with yourself to do that on your own, you certainly wouldn't be at ease doing that for me. Tell you what, try it on your own, and see how it feels for you. You might surprise yourself."