Informing Rene Ch. 02

We rushed out to see if we could help. It turned out the first runner was Amanda Burger, one of the popular girls and on the cheer squad. She was crying and frightened, her dress torn and dirty. The other was Jim Anderson, one of the football team's bully boys. As soon as he saw me, he rushed. I suspect he wanted to overwhelm me before I had a chance to defend myself. I reacted. It was over very quickly and he was on the ground while Barb comforted Amanda.

This was before cell phones so we left Jim lying there, piled into my Corolla and drove back to town. We figured that we should be gone before he got up. I drove straight to the police station to file a report. What we didn't know and wouldn't know, until an officer drove out to look, was that Jim didn't get up and would never get up again."

Paul's anger and frustration was evident, even after all these years. "Even though it was an accident. Even though he attacked me. Even though he was trying to rape Amanda. Because of all my trophies. Because he and I had confrontations before. Because his parents had money and influence and I didn't even have enough for a decent lawyer. I got convicted of Manslaughter.

I think the judge knew it was all bullshit because I was given time served, community service and was put on parole for three years. Jim's father tried to complain at the sentencing but Amanda stood up and reminded him that his son was trying to rape her at the time." Paul grinned. "Shut him right up. The biggest problem I had in the aftermath was that the Manslaughter conviction screwed up my enlistment.

Here I was; a High School Graduate but no money for college, if I could even get into one with a felony conviction. No job and no prospects. Sharon stayed with me through it all and with no college plans of her own, we fell into domesticity. I found work as construction labor. Barb found work with a janitorial service and we moved in together. We decided to hold off on marriage and children for a while until we could get established. Four years later I made Journeyman in the Carpenters Local and we decided it was time. We threw away the birth control pills, went camping and made Renée one sunny day, under the open sky. We were married 3 months later." Paul grinned, "A very traditional marriage, the bride was pregnant."

Sharon saw an opening but decided to ignore it for now. "Where's your mom now?" She asked instead.

"She and Tom got married after Mark was born. They live in San Jose" Sharon could plainly see Paul loved his family.

"You've got a brother?" Sharon asked.

"Made Journeyman last year." Paul was bragging.

"As a carpenter?"

"Yep, came in as a legacy." He grinned.

Sharon back tracked a little, "What about Kra Ma Ga? Couldn't you have taught it? You said you were good. You had a black belt, right?"

"Krav Maga doesn't ...." Paul shook his head then started again, "After that night, I lost enthusiasm. I stopped training so hard," he sighed, "I needed to be away from the contest."

Sharon tread gently, "You obviously still train."

"I never completely stopped. I've gotten back into it recently." He suddenly grinned, "Staving off middle age."

She kissed his cheek, "I'm happy you did. You save my ass."

"It's an ass worth saving." Paul leered then grinned. "That sign says O'Sullivan's Pub." He dropped into a bad English accent, "Do ya fancy a pint?"

"That was awful. And O'Sullivan is Irish not English. You're going to start a war." She grinned, 'Yeah, I could do with a beer, it's hot."

"And dusty." Was the rejoinder.

***

The tavern was nothing more than a trestle table made of plywood and dark purple drape where they served small run local beers. Sharon ordered an IPA while Paul decided to try the oatmeal stout. The two stood off to side but still under cover and out of the sun while they drank their beers out of red Solo cups.

"This is good." Paul sounded pleasantly surprised, "How's yours?"

"It's an IPA. Nothing special. I wonder what's behind that curtain." Mused Sharon.

Paul looked to the curtain behind the barkeeps. "I saw a barrel when that guy went through, I bet it's just where they keep their stock."

"Do you think we could get back there?"

Paul glanced around assessing the layout. "We could probably squeeze between those two stands over there. I'm not sure why you want to though."

"Let's go see if we can." Said Sharon without explaining.

They put their empty cups in the appropriate receptacle and walked down the dusty street. When they reach the vender that Paul had indicated earlier, they assessed the people to see if they were being watched, ducked around a tent pole and expeditiously made their way to what would usually be the 'employees only' section of the fair.

It was easy to see that this was not intended to be part of the fare for paying guests. Cars and trucks, electric lights, plastic tarps of a multitude of colors and snaking black power lines had no place in the mid 1700's atmosphere that the promoters were trying to sell to the masses.

Sharon and Paul saw many people walking about as the couple made their way to the tavern from this side of the operation. Nobody bother them or told them they couldn't be there. When they finally reached their destination they found wood barrels, four foot tall and two feet in diameter at the wide belly, with an inch steel band at either end. Paul loved the authentic aspect of the beer making for the event and appreciated the skill it took to make barrels without leaking.

"You were right, this was worth seeing." Paul said looking at the stacked barrels.

"I bet we can make it more interesting." Said Sharon as she squeezed into a darkened space behind the stacks. With little choice Paul took a quick glance around to make sure they weren't observed and followed her. They found themselves in a space big enough for two more stacks of barrels, bordered on two sides by the barrels and the other by a dark green tarp. Paul studied the space and realized that the only access was the way they entered or through the tarp which felt securely pegged down when pushed on. He could clearly hear people on the other side of the tarp doing whatever it was they were doing, talking and laughing.

"Wha..." started Paul but Sharon quickly silenced him with a kiss.

"Shsh." She whispered in to his ear before kneeling and reaching for the buckles holding the codpiece in place. As Sharon started to glide her lips over his hardness, she rolled down her top exposing her spectacular breasts to Paul's gaze and peeled off the pasties. Paul put his hand on the closest barrel as he wasn't sure that his legs would maintain enough strength to keep him upright under her skillful attention. When two male voices on the other side of the tarp started a conversation about their plans for later, Paul froze. Sharon, however, never faltered in her speed or depth while the two men had a normal conversation less than three feet away.

The conversation on the other side of the tarp had moved on to other mundane subjects when Sharon stood up, turned around and braced herself against a barrel. She must have removed her panties somehow while she was on her knees because she certainly wasn't wearing them now. Needing no direction, Paul lifted her skirt, held on to her hips and sank his 7" into her dripping cunt. There was a rustling and they heard voices from the tavern side of the barrels. Paul looked through the stacks and saw the moving shapes of what he assumed to be one of the tavern employees.

Surrounded by people going about their everyday business, the couple continued with their silent love making. Paul picked up his pace, careful to not make slapping sounds as his abdomen made contact with Sharon's smooth posterior.

Sharon squeaked trying to remain quiet and formed an 'O' with her mouth as her inner walls ripple with her climax. Knowing that there could be dozens of people who were unaware of Sharon orgasming just an arm's length away was too much for Paul to bear. He sank himself as fully as he could into Sharon's channel and followed her lead.

Paul collapsed around Sharon putting most of his weight on the barrels. They rested, motionless as they regained their equilibrium. While Paul was still trying to get his heartbeat under control, Sharon pushed upright, squatted and pushed his spend onto the dirt beneath them. Paul could not ever remember being this turned on.

They spent a few moments silently reassembling themselves including the application of a fresh set of pasties Sharon produced from her belt wallet. The couple embraced while waiting for people to move on. "What about your panties?" Paul whispered into Sharon's ear.

"They're tucked under my bustier, I don't want to put them on until I have a chance to use a restroom." She whispered back.

They stayed that way until it was again quiet on the other side of the barrels. They squeezed past the barrels and made their way out.

"Where did you two come from?" said a woman's voice behind them.

Without looking back Paul said "We must be lost." And the two hurriedly retraced their steps until they were back on the main street of the fair. Taking a moment to breathe the two looked at each other and burst into laughter. Hand in hand and still laughing they proceeded down the street in search of a porta potty so Sharon could clean up and re-don her panties before she put some poor adolescent through puberty with an ill-timed flounce.

***

Renée told them she got released at 4, so the couple made their way back to the car at the appropriate time to meet her. They had encountered Renée on her stilts several times during the day so Sharon got to see her costume; a loose white cotton shirt with billowing sleeves and shoulder cut outs, black and white striped pants 6' long to cover her stilts, a wide scarlet sash around her waist, another around her head and a stuffed parrot completed the outfit. Sharon thought she looked amazing. She was even more amazed that the young woman had made the entire outfit herself, including the parrot.

Renée stilted up as Paul opened the back of the SUV "Hey girl, how did it go?" He asked with a smile.

"Well!" She grinned at her father, sharing a family joke. "But I'm hot and tired." She walked to the fence side of the car to sit on the roof rack.

"What do you need?" He asked removing the sword belt and putting it in the car.

"Take Polly." She responded and toss the stuffed bird wrapped in her sash. She pulled her shirt over her head revealing the white sports bra she wore underneath. "This too." She said and tossed it to him. Then she stood up on her stilts, loosened the drawstring to her pants and let them drop until they caught on her shoes. She returned to her previous perch and lifted her stilt clad legs, "Could you pull them off?" She was totally unconcerned that she was sitting on a car roof dressed only in her bra and bikini panties. After Paul had pulled the overly long pants off the stilts, Renée bent over to untie the sneakers attached to the foot plate and pulled the straps keeping the stilts on her legs. As each stilt was released, Paul caught it and put it in the car.

Renée was still on her perch when Paul used his key to unlock the driver's side door. He grinned at her "Need help getting down little girl?" She just held out her arms so he stepped closer and put his hands on her hips.

She pushed off and he pressed his face into her thighs as he caught her weight. The smell of her as she slid slowly through his arms was intoxicating. Like his little girl, but with a slight muskiness that was the woman he loved as much as he loved the child he raised.

As tone stomach muscles slid past his cheek he couldn't help but pause her descent just long enough for him to take a taste. The sports bra caught briefly on his cheek before he felt her soft breasts press against his face. He tightened his grip and once more inhaled her presence.

Renée wrapped her legs and arms around her love and hugged him to her. Paul returned the hug pressing his ear to her chest. He listened to her heart, a deep toned drum with an echo of the last night's love making in its beat. He relax his hold and she put her feet on the ground. Her arms remained crossed behind his head and she used them to pull his mouth to hers.

When they parted, Paul paused, then blinked. "Ow!" he cried, "OW!" His left hand searched frantically at his hip for the quick release. "Fuck" he said as the codpiece fell away. He rubbed his penis in a way that was not intended to be at all sexy. Both women were trying very hard to not bust out laughing at his predicament. Paul started to open his mouth but snapped it closed again, realizing that anything he said would make it worse.

Instead he took note that Sharon had removed her costume and stood beyond the tailgate, completely naked and in full view of anyone who looked in this direction. His motion changed from rubbing out a hurt to pulling on a cock before he thought better of it.

Renée apparently notice the change in his mood because she stopped laughing and leaned into him. Her hand caught his semi turgid member as he let it fall. "Oh, have you hurt yourself?" She asked airily. "Maybe I can kiss it and make it better."

Before Paul could react Renée sank to her knees and put her lips around his tip. Paul was stunned, his face registering both surprise and lust as he watch his only child. She held his 7" firmly in her hand as her lips descended. When her gag reflex prevented her from going any further she reversed course till his now rock hard member exited her mouth with a 'pop'.

Renée turned her head to her blonde friend, "I taste girl on this cock!" she said accusingly, "What have you two been up to?" She turned back to the problem at hand and looked it in the eye, "Do you feel better now?" She asked in a baby girl voice. "No?" she continued, with an arched brow and an upward glance. "Well perhaps more kisses are needed." And closed her lips once more around his manhood. As her mouth engulfed him repeatedly, she experimented with her tongue and lips, noting his reactions and gaining confidence with every bob. Paul gave encouraging positive reinforcement by groaning in pleasure.

Paul clenched and held on to the car, one last attempt to hold off his imminent release. "Renée!" He warned through gritted teeth.

Renée put one hand on each rock hard tight covered glute and pulled his dick as far back in her throat as she could, still an inch or so from his root. She swallowed the first splurge and part of the second before she coughed and pulled off, cum spurting from her mouth and running down her chin to drip on her bra. She coughed a few more times before using the back of her hand to wipe her chin. "Feel better now, Daddy?" Asked the baby girl looking up from where she fell back.

In both love and awe, Paul took Renée's hand and used it to help her stand. "What have I wrought?" He said not expecting an answer but with a tinge of fear. Then more firmly, "Although, I suspect that it's not all your doing." looking at Sharon.

Sharon came up from behind and draped an arm around Renée's neck, grabbed a cloth covered tit and put her chin on the brunette's free shoulder. The expression she showed Paul reflected a virtuous and demure young maid shocked by his very accusation. Paul laughed out loud at her hutzpah.

Renée patted the forearm across her chest companionly. "We should get going." Said the adult Renée, "I want to jump in the pool."

"I believe you were the one delaying us." Sharon teased her friend.

"No. We were waiting on Dad to finish." Renée replied with a cheeky grin for her father.

Both ladies laughed at the banter while Paul harrumphed before moving to get ready to leave.

"Is that how you're going home?" Sharon asked as he walked back to close the tail gate.

Paul looked over and admired her naked body once more. "Is that how you're going home?" He said with an exaggerated leer.

"Yep" She grinned at him.

His attention shifted from his naked girlfriend when he saw Renée pull her bra over her head. "You, too?"

"Yep!" She echoed and pulled her panties down, leaving her just in her white socks.

Paul smiled in amusement and slammed the gate up. Renée opened her door and climbed in. "You going drive home in costume?" Sharon persisted.

"Maybe." He answered knowing exactly where this was going.

"Bad idea." She said, "You'll stretch out the tights and they'll be all droopy. Not a good look."

He rolled his eyes at her weak excuse before removing his boots, carefully rolling the tights down his legs and throwing them both through the still open back window. Then, looking around to see if anybody was watching, pulled the blouse over his head and it followed the tights. He quickly ran around and jumped in the driver's door.

Paul looked over the seat at the two naked enchantresses. "Am I a chauffeur, now?" he teased.

"Yep!" Replied Renée showing her dimples again. "Our naked chauffer."

"Home James!" Added Sharon imperiously.

***

They had realized earlier in the week that the fairgrounds were actually closer to Walnut Creek than Berkeley and since Sharon had a pool and hot tub that the Howes lacked, that's where they headed. The entire 30 minute drive the two ladies in back were making out and doing other things that Paul could not see through the rear view mirror but was filling the cabin with the sounds and smell of sex, despite the air conditioning.

Paul drifted in his lane several time but was able to keep his eyes on the road well enough that they didn't have an accident. When they pulled into Sharon's driveway Paul had an amused grin on his face and a hard on. "You didn't think this out too well." He said looking at Sharon. "How are we going to get from the car to the house?"

"No problem!" Sharon grinned. She turned around and bent over the back seat to reach the luggage space. Her spectacular ass and pussy on display was just too tempting for Paul and Renée who took full advantage. She must have had a hard time finding what she was looking for because she kept her butt in the air for a good few minutes while she was groped and fingered. When she turned back she was holding Paul's muslin shirt and a set of keys. She slipped the shirt over her head and exited the car on the house side. The shirt covered her to mid-thigh and she calmly walked up to the front door and used the keys on the lock. Then she turned back to the two in the car and made a come hither motion with her fingers.

"She's gotta be kidding!" Exclaimed Paul who was craning his neck to see if anyone was visible.

"Nope! You ready?" The grin on Renée's face showing her excitement.

"Wait!" He grabbed his keys from the ignition. "Open your door just a crack." He said following his own instructions. Then he pushed the door lock button on his arm rest. They heard the pneumatics work before he said. "Go!" The two jump out, slammed their doors and ran for the open front door. Renée got through the door first and, laughing, went to close it. Paul, however, was right behind her and hit the door with his palm stopping its swing.

Neatly foiled, Renée turn and ran through the house, opened the back door and made a running dive into the pool. Paul stopped to shut and lock the door before turning to Sharon who was laughing at her friends antics. "I just thought of something." He said with self-depreciating smile, "You have clothes in the house and Renée can probably borrow something. But how in the hell am I going to get out in the morning?" Sharon's laughter redoubled as she gave him a loving hug. "We'll think of something."

The three played in the water for an hour or so before moving into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Sharon had planned ahead and had all the ingredients for a huge salad including preprepared chicken on the side for the two meat eaters. After dinner Paul offered to clean up and shooed the girls to the living room.