Legacy of Faith Ch. 02

We spent almost all of January getting the house ready to sell. In my mind I had begun calling it Faith's House. It seemed to make leaving it easier. We gave all of Faith's clothes and things to Goodwill, as well as some household goods, like our bed. We went to Cambria every weekend. By the end of the month two things were sure: Our house was on the market and we had bid on a house just outside of Cambria.

Every trip to Cambria had us sharing Melissa's apartment. It saved us money but it made any "extra" activity between either woman and me, impossible. She lived in a one bedroom apartment. Melissa and Karen shared Melissa's bed. Matt slept in a sleeping bag in the living room and I got the couch. Either they didn't play while we were in Cambria or they found a way to be very quiet.

Matt and I watched the realtor pound in the sign in the front yard of Faith's house. "For Sale". It was February first. Open house was scheduled for Saturday and Sunday. The house was ready.

Matt was excited and a little scared. "I don't have any friends in Cambria."

Karen asked him how many friends he had on the first day of school when he started kindergarten. He said none. She asked how many he had now. He brightened and said, "Lots! I can make friends in Cambria, too!"

I asked, "How fast can you make friends in Cambria?" Friday evening we drove up and took Melissa to dinner. She was bursting to tell us something.

She made us wait until dinner was over then she said, "I've been promoted! You are looking at the new manager of the winery, retail division." Naturally, we celebrated.

On Saturday morning the realtor called us and said our bid on the house just outside Cambria had been accepted. We spent three hours doing paperwork to get the house into escrow. I think the word escrow really means, "A legal way to cause stress and anxiety over a major purchase." The seller wanted a sixty-day escrow. That suited me fine. It gave us sixty days to sell the old house. We put the money from Karen's family down.

The rest of Saturday was spent out at the house, measuring windows, rooms and making plans. The house had a big kitchen with commercial appliances. The original owner was a chef and had only the best in his kitchen. I wandered around the half acre of land with Matt while the ladies did what they did inside. The owners were there and talked with the ladies as they measured and planned.

When Matt and I came back inside the husband asked Matt if he would go out to the barn with him. Karen said it was Ok and Matt went. The door closed and Karen asked, "Can Matt have a dog?"

"Is there a dog in the barn?" I asked.

"There are six. A momma dog and five pups. Mr. Faruggio wants to give Matt his choice, as a gift."

"What kind of dog?"

"Lab." Mrs. Faruggio answered. I nodded. Karen kissed me and thanked me. Melissa kissed me too.

Mrs. Faruggio said, "We know enough about you folks to feel really good about you living here. Knowing one of our pups will stay too makes me feel good."

We followed Matt and Mr. Faruggio to the barn and met our new dog. He had already been named, by Matt. "Notte" was our new dog.

Mrs. Faruggio asked Matt why he named the dog "Notte."

"Because Notte means night in Italian!" We all laughed. Notte was black.

When we went back to Melissa's apartment her phone rang just as my cell rang. I answered my cell. It was our realtor at home. Melissa answered her phone and spoke to the realtor's husband. The message was the same. There were three bids on the house. The first bid was at the asking price. An hour later another couple bid fifty thousand over asking. The third bid was a hundred ten thousand over asking price. I said, "Accept the bid that you're sure will be able to qualify and get the money. We need the house to close within sixty days."

The realtor said, "The final bid came with their loan qualifying papers for more than what they offered. They have the loan!"

"Sell! We'll be back Sunday night and can sign everything Monday."

We hung up the phones, shared the details and whooped around the apartment. Instead of the delivered pizza we had planned I took us all out to the Sow's Ear, a celebrated restaurant in town.

Matt went to the restroom while we were at the Sow's Ear and while he was there we talked. Melissa said, "Karen, I have a favor to ask. I want to take Nick and run away for the rest of the night. You and Matt can have my apartment."

"What do we tell Matt?" Karen asked.

"I have a friend I need to visit. She's very reclusive and only wants Nick and me to visit. We'll be back in the morning."

"Ok. You Ok with the plan, Nick?"

"My imagination has taken off. I don't know, for sure, what this is all about, but I surrendered back near the end of the year, remember?"

Matt came back. Melissa saw him come out of the bathroom and held her cell phone to her ear until he was back. She explained about her friend and asked if I would go with her to visit. I said sure. We took Matt and Karen back to the apartment and got some clothes for Sunday. Melissa picked up a pre-packed suitcase and we were gone.

Melissa's parting words were, "If there's an emergency, we have cell phones. Please, don't have an emergency!"

She drove. Less than ten minutes later we parked at the Fogcatcher Inn. She checked us in to the room she had reserved. No sooner had the door closed than Melissa dropped her suitcase and stepped close to me.

"I probably shouldn't be, but I am scared. I've dreamed about this for years, almost half my life. I want to be perfect for you. I want you to love me."

"Nothing to be scared about. I've loved you since the day your mother said, "My period is late."

"That's not the love I mean. I mean the man-woman love, sex."

"Oh, that!" I smiled at her face, six inches from mine. "Let me be scared for both of us. I've got conversations buzzing around in my head you wouldn't believe."

"Part of me wants to call you Daddy... and part of me wants to call you Nick. What do you want?"

"I want both of us to shut up. We can stand here blabbing all night and never get into that beautiful bed. Turn down the lights, take care of whatever you need to do in the bathroom and then give me my turn. No more talking, Ok?"

She nodded, picked her suitcase up and went into the bathroom. I sat on the bed and removed my shoes. I thought back to when she said she saw Faith and I together. Faith never liked being naked. Even when we were going to have sex she didn't like being naked. Her collection of sexy night clothes had included bustiers, corsets, long and short nightgowns, teddies and, of course, bras and panty sets. She liked me being naked, but never her.

Only the small bedside lamp shed any light in the room. It was on a dimmer and I had set it at just enough light to keep from bumping into things. The door to the bathroom opened and Melissa came out, wrapped in a robe from the hotel. I got up, headed for the bathroom and stopped standing in front of her. She held the robe tightly closed.

I kissed her and felt myself melting into her. My urge was to undress there, leaving my ripped off clothes in a pile and take her on the floor. Somehow I resisted the urge. The kiss ended. I did go into the bathroom and closed the door. I showered, shaved and did my nightly ritual. The difference was that this time I did all of it with an erection. When I was ready, I shut off the bathroom light and waited. My eyes adjusted to the dark and I opened the door.

Melissa was on top of the bed, wearing nylons, a bustier and a shiny black thong. She watched me as I walked to her and climbed onto the bed beside her. My first kiss was to her neck. She tilted her head back, allowing me total access to her neck.

My kisses moved all around her neck, up onto her face and found both ear lobes. She moved on the bed and made appreciative noises. When my hand touched her nylon covered thigh she moaned again. Ever so slowly I moved my hand up until it was on bare skin.

Her response was to open her legs a little. I moved my hand up a little more and my kisses down across her chest, toward her left breast.

Her back arched, ever so slightly. I moved back to her face and our tongues danced. Holding her, touching and kissing her was very much like holding Faith back thirty or so years. Same body, same responses. This was not an exploration of a new lover. This felt like a revisit with a lover I'd loved and known forever.

I knew not to remove the thong. I pulled it to the side and kissed her most intimate places. Her juices flowed and I lapped them greedily. Her hands laced her fingers into my graying hair and drew me even deeper into her wetness.

My hands pulled the cups away from her small breasts and I held her breasts in my hands as I sucked the juices from her pussy.

She quivered and I knew just how close she was to release. I pulled back just far enough that my lips weren't touching her pussy and said, "Cum for me!" Then I sucked on her clit and she came! I drank as much as I could and held on for the ride as her body shook and trembled. She squeaked, screamed, moaned and made other unusual noises that were music to me.

As she started to calm she pulled at me, urging me up between her legs and into her body. Her hands guided me home and we kissed as we joined. It was slow and tender for a long while, building slowly until she pulled her legs up high and thrust back against me, harder and faster. Biology took over and the urge to deposit my seed demanded my cock attempt to deposit sperm onto her ovaries by getting as close as possible when I let them go.

Somewhere in Canada a bull moose probably heard my bellow and heard it as a challenge. I didn't care. Joining with Melissa flooded me with feelings I've loved since the first time I joined with her mother, over thirty years before. I returned to kissing Melissa and stayed inside her as long as I was able.

She rolled me onto my side and snuggled against me. Her hands and mouth played on my chest for a while. My blood pressure returned to normal and I tilted her face and began kissing her, again.

I was close to dozing off when she asked, "Can I talk?"

I nodded. She said, "We didn't use a condom."

My head jerked back and my eyes opened wide. I hadn't given birth control a single thought! The needed secrecy, privacy and plausible story about the three of us being together would be gone if Melissa got pregnant!

She giggled. "Stop worrying. I won't get pregnant. Right about the time that Matt was born I realized that the only man I ever wanted a baby with already had two. When I needed my appendix removed I got the surgeon to tie my tubes at the same time. She thought she understood why and did it. I won't have any babies."

"Everything else functions normally? You don't need hormone therapy?"

"Everything works! No hormone therapy and we can play as often as you want. We just need to make sure Karen gets taken care of too."

"I'm sure that can be pure pleasure for both of us." We held and relaxed together. Then I asked, "So why scare me by saying we didn't use a condom?"

"You were almost asleep. I wanted you awake and with me for a little longer before we sleep. I'm sorry I scared you, but I knew the scare wasn't real."

"You're forgiven." We kissed again and she asked, "Are you really Ok with Karen and I being lovers?"

"Worried I'll be territorial?"

"No, I don't think that's it. Our generation seems to be more tolerant of different attitudes about sex than yours. Neither of us wants you to be uncomfortable, especially around us."

"I've been looking at all my attitudes since Faith told me she wanted all of us to love each other. I was shocked when she said it. I guess I still am. I do love Karen and... I do love you. Given some time, I'm sure the three of us can raise a fine son and be a happy family together."

Melissa slept for a while and I'm sure I did too. It was still dark when my eyes opened again. I was being slowly and gently manipulated towards sexual activity. My hand touched hers as it was wrapped around my shaft, stroking.

"That didn't take long. I wondered how long it might take to wake you."

"Your gentle hand feels really good."

"You don't mind my waking you?" Her strokes became more vigorous.

"Not at all. Enjoy yourself."

She did. She told me how the men she had ever been with had been so focused on "getting off" that they didn't want to do anything that wasn't on the direct track to their orgasm. She had been manipulated towards an orgasm by a man, but he stopped short of getting her there and oral had only happened with me.

I asked about the women she had been with.

"Generally they have been of two types: the rough dyke who wants to play rough and the softer woman who will make foreplay last for hours. There are times when either can be the right choice and times when I need a certain touch to get it right."

"And tonight?"

"You need to ask? I've looked forward to this, just the way it was, ever since I was twelve. I grew up wanting to buy a bustier, just like Mom's. I wanted your hands to pull the cups away from my tits and pinch them. It was heaven, and better, it was real."

"I don't think Faith ever had a bustier just like yours."

"She didn't. She had a black one with pink ribbons on it. She had one that was orange and black that she wore on Halloween with orange stockings and panties and she had a pale pink one she wore with pale pink stockings."

"She had one other one, but she only wore it once. It was a deep purple and the cups detached. It was underwire and the wire poked her and drew blood. Next day it was gone forever."

"I found this in a shop in West Hollywood last time I was in L.A."

"Is this the only thing you bought?" I played with her nipple as she continued to stroke me. I was already plenty hard enough to penetrate her, but that wasn't an urgent goal.

"I may have a few more surprises for you and Karen. Let's get moved in and settled before we explore that, Ok?"

I nodded. She swung around and presented me with her open pussy. "Would you mind? I'd love some more kisses."

"How long do you want me to eat you?"

"Time? I don't have a dental appointment in the morning! Take your time."

"How many times do you want to cum?"

"I've cum two times in one night, once. I was exploring bondage and she teased me for hours. Let's just enjoy each other and not count, Ok?"

My hands held her lips open and I began. Slowly licking the edges of her pussy, savoring the smell and the heat. It wasn't long until a drop of nectar began to lengthen and I caught it with my tongue instead of letting it fall. In that process my tongue touched her opening edge and Melissa said, "Right there, Daddy. Lick me right there."

I wished, in that moment, for a tongue as long as my cock, which was being swallowed by Melissa. She shifted her body a little to facilitate thrusting against my face. I rolled us on our sides and kept licking. Her hands held my ass and I could feel her nose brushing against my pubic hair.

We rolled again and I was on top, thrusting slowly into her throat. I sucked her clit and worked two fingers into her channel. She was getting close. My fingers found her g-spot and rubbed it. She jumped and flooded my hand and face. Orgasm number one.

I didn't withdraw, just held still. After she took three deep breaths my fingers rubbed deep inside her again. She thrust her hips up and screamed! With my seven inches in her mouth and throat the scream wasn't very loud. Sweat beaded all over her body and she shuddered for a long time.

I rolled us again and she lay on top of me. My arms wrapped around her body and held her against me. Somehow we got covered with at least a sheet and we went back to sleep in that position.

Daylight was streaming in through a gap in the curtains when my eyes opened. I could hear the shower running. I joined my daughter under the stream of hot water. We washed and touched for quite a while. We took care of our morning rituals and dressed. Melissa put the bustier back on and said, "When I wear this I feel like you're holding me and I feel Mom approving of us. I like the feeling."

I was tempted to help her undress and take her back to bed, but didn't. I wasn't worried about this being a one-night-stand. So, I kissed her, groped her a little, and walked hand in hand with her to the car. As Melissa drove I was quiet, thinking about her, Karen, Matt and our new lives.

When we neared her apartment she pulled to the curb. "Having second thoughts?" She asked.

"About loving you? No. I was just thinking about how we have to sort of invent what we're doing. I've never known anyone who lived intimately with two other people. How do we decide things? Am I the male authority figure and you are both my daughters who happen to sleep with me? We need to sit down and really talk. How do we answer the questions that will come up? We are investing the rest of our lives in this and I want both of you and Matt to be happy."

"Ok. Since I have your DNA and since we've already lived together most of my life, I agree, we need to talk. Here's some of my thinking." She took a breath. "The only time I will ever call you Daddy is when we're in bed. The rest of the time you are my husband. Karen is the widow of your son. That explains the name thing. Family decisions are made as a family. If we need a new car, we will talk it through until we have consensus. The division of labor will work out over time."

"I agree with almost everything you've been thinking. The agreement needs to be made with all three of us present, and Matt either at school or asleep. Once we are united, he'll get the dynamic very quickly."

She restarted the car and we went the final block to her apartment. We were met by Matt and Karen on the porch. "How's your friend?" Matt asked.

"Much better!" Melissa answered. I knew that was true. Her friend had received lots of tender and not so tender loving care.

By two in the afternoon we were on the road away from Cambria and headed home. Matt asked questions about raising a dog. Karen gave him some ideas on how he could learn about taking care of the dog. We talked about his responsibilities in keeping his dog healthy, happy and clean.

Another surprise awaited us at home. In our mailbox was a letter from Met-Life Insurance company. It was addressed to Karen. She opened it and discovered that Mike had been insured through his work and they were paying off. They had contacted the insurance for the trucking company as well and had a check for Karen from them.

When she got to the second page, where they listed the amounts of the two checks, Karen collapsed into a chair. Mike's policy paid off two point two million dollars. The trucking company's insurance paid an additional two point five million. Karen could have both checks deposited in her account by bringing the account information to the insurance company offices.

Matt wanted to know what had happened. We told him that his Dad's life insurance money had arrived and it meant "Notte" would get a brand new dog house. He got excited too and naturally had lots of questions about what color, where to put it and could he get other things for "Notte"?

When we got him settled down and back to normal life at home Karen and I talked. We sat at the computer and had pads of paper to scribble on and make notes. We got Melissa on the phone and talked to her.

The life insurance we had on Faith paid off our home and all our bills, buried her and put seventy thousand into my retirement account. Karen had no bills. Her car was eight years old. She had two credit cards that I paid off at the end of each month. Melissa had a good job and was saving or investing over three thousand a month. We were doing Ok without the insurance money. The house we were selling would almost pay for the one we were buying. We knew because we mapped it all out on paper. I scanned the work sheets and emailed them to Melissa as we worked.