Restoring a House Pt. 01

"Bruce scared the devil out of me by saying if there was rot and water damage in the attic, the city would insist on everything coming off and being rebuilt to current code. If we can show that the framing and roof substructure are sound, they will give us a waiver on the code items."

Cicely said, "No wonder you looked so bad out there."

Amelia stood up, walked over and dropped herself into my lap. I instinctively put my arms around her and she gave me a soft, insistent kiss.

"Kirk, I know the client is not supposed to be sitting on your lap, but I'm feeling bad about your worrying so much about my project. I'm here to tell you not to worry." She wiggled her butt on me.

"It's only money. I shouldn't tell you this, but my relatives and I just sold some acreage down near the Interstate for thirty million dollars. Do you think my half share of that will cushion my retirement and pay your outrageous invoices?"

Cicely was laughing and giggling, as was I. Mely was kissing me some more and wiggling her butt enough to make me hard.

"Well, Mrs. Cartwright, it should cover the first progress payments." I stood up and twirled her around.

All three of us were in a giant hug, still shaking in relief from what was known after that as the great roof anxiety.

Cicely and I were done at the house for the day. I volunteered to return and pick up Amelia for dinner, but Cicely suggested she grab whatever she needed and come with us now. Three happy people walked down to my restored pickup, where we sat cozily on the old fashioned bench seat.

At the house, I had to make a fistful of supplier calls and closeted myself in the back bedroom. Cice took Mely into her workroom to show her some samples of restoration materials.

I made my way to the shower around cocktail time and was standing under the hot water when the shower door opened and not one but two bodies joined me, both of them giggling.

"Do the rules permit the contractor to shower with the client?"

"I make the rules, young man, and you had better be nice to me. Scrub my back please."

Cicely had a grip on my cock, which was getting hard.

"Amelia, he is going to ravish us. These males get out of control at times."

"I think I was in here first. You are invading my private space."

My soapy hands were working over Amelia's front. Her boobs were saggy but the body was marvelously trim and muscular. She pushed my hand down between her legs and whispered, "Rub me there."

Cicely directed my cock between the client's legs. Amelia's breath was catching as we both got after her.

"This is so bad! Don't you dare think of stopping. Finish me off."

We did. She came. She shuddered and made a lot of little noises and cried out at the end.

I fixed some drinks and brought them to the bedroom. They were lying there, naked as sin, nestled into each other. I handed over the drinks and said, "I'm not sure this is covered by the contract, but it is very nice."

Amelia stared at me. "Cicely put some of her special love cream in me and said if I asked, you would stick that beautiful thing where it belongs."

With all the foreplay, I wasn't shocked, but obediently dropped the towel and climbed on the bed. She reached for and stroked the hardness and pulled the big cock between her legs. I entered her easily and thought to myself that sex was a lifelong pursuit.

"You are making an old lady very happy, Kirk." We worked on each other, exploring cock and cunt together. I looked at Cice, who mouthed, "Go ahead, do it!" I plunged harder and got a surprising hard thrust back. She startled me by saying, "I like the way you fuck, Kirk, keep going and let loose in there."

I couldn't believe my client giving back as good as she got, and her hard squeezes sent me over the top. I emptied all of me into her, grunting time after time.

Cice fed me her boob and made soothing noises. Mely came back from the shower, still wet, and handed me my drink again.

"Nothing like a good cocktail and a good fuck to keep the client happy." She smiled at us.

"I think you have ruined him for me," Cicely said in mock outrage.

"Don't you worry, child, that cock will be back in business in no time." She reached over and pinched Cice's stiff nipple. "You are a beautiful woman, no wonder he fancies you. Why didn't you marry him in the first place?"

Cice pulled her up between her legs and against her chest. Her hands were busy on Mely's front.

I decided they were too comfortable and said I would start dinner. When I came back to refresh drinks they were cuddled into each other again, talking in soft, low voices.

"If that is a client conference, I am all for it. When would you like dinner?"

They stared at me as though I was from Mars. I stared back.

Cicely said, "You're right, Mely," and starting laughing. They climbed out and hugged me, then went to get dressed.

We ate seafood pasta, with green beans and salad. It was delicious. The conversation was about old houses and preserving them, or not, and all the family politics involved.

"I suppose that is the reason so many end up in foundations or museums, because family members just can't stop arguing."

"Kirk and I are lucky to have you as a client. Not counting the loving on the side. That is a special treat."

Mely reached over and patted Cice. "You are so kind to tell me that. I think many older people without a partner give up sex because they are worried a younger person will make fun of them."

I was clearing and leaned over to kiss her cheek. "Darling Mely, that sex was as nice as I've ever had."

I shooed them out and cleaned up the kitchen. When I went back in the living room, they were discussing how to fit modern bathrooms into the old house.

Cice was saying, "Surveys show that bathrooms are the most important room in remodeling priorities. They also show that people have very crazy ideas about their bathrooms."

Mely said, "My priorities are simple. I want modern, functional fixtures. I want instant hot water and instant heat in the room. I want the shower separate from the tub. There should be reasonable storage for towels and so on. The surfaces should be consistent with the period of the house, but everything should be easy to keep clean and sanitary. There should be a quiet fan to get odors and humidity outside."

I sat down and gave a gentle kiss to both of them. Cicely said, "Guess what, Mely is staying the night in our bed. I told her it was cosy."

"Cosy?" I said, looking at them and smiling.

I leaned back, "You have three not very functional baths right now, for five bedrooms. What configuration do you want to end up with?"

Cice added, "There are two bedrooms and two baths on the second floor. There are three small bedrooms and one bath on the third floor. We can modernize on the second floor without space problems, but we can't do much on the third floor unless we sacrifice one of the bedrooms."

Mely looked at Cice, mentally rehearsing the spaces, "We can move walls around up there?"

"Probably. I'll check which ones are load bearing."

"I like your thinking about the third floor. The middle bedroom could be a new bath serving the other two, and the existing bath could be storage and maybe a wet bar."

I yawned and headed for bed. Another big day tomorrow. Later, I heard a voice saying, "Cice, come quick, there's a naked man in this bed."

The light went out and a mock exasperated voice said, "Mom, get in there. It's cold and he is a warm body. If you don't want his back, I'll take it."

Mock grumbling. "Don't you have any hot water bottles? That's what we used when I was a girl."

I turned over, kissed her, and thrust my hand in her crotch. "OMG, daughter, he's attacking me. His hand is between my legs."

"His hand? What are you worried about?"

She was pressing my hand against her clit and giving me wet kisses.

"Ohh, his fingers are in me. Help."

"Mom, it's time to stop griping and go with the flow."

"Go with the flow, what does that mean?"

"Please shut up and relax. If he's going to fuck you, say yes."

This chatter had got me all hard. I worked between her legs and pushed the head of my cock a little into her. "Well?"

"Yes, please." The voice was low and muted and husky.

She wanted me. The afternoon had not been enough. "Oh yes, yes, yes."

It was the sweetest little orgasm. She made small noises of happiness. The other one was not as happy. She had missed out on the afternoon and wasn't missing out on this round.

"Molesting your mother like that. Aren't you ashamed? Get that miserable cock in me right now."

For three or four minutes, we were pretty active. Lots of bad words floating around. But the end was good. She cried out, "Yes!" and shook for a long time. She whispered, "Thank you," and turned over.

The sun was bright and I smelled coffee. The bed was empty except for me. Mely came in from the shower and smiled. "It is cozy in there. Do you think we could do that again some time?"

I leapt out of bed, picked her up and strode to the kitchen, growling, licking and biting. "This one is inciting me to violence again. Do something!"

I wandered off to the shower, leaving them naked and laughing.

With clothes on, the conversation was more serious. Not serious, but trying to be serious. Amelia pushed her hip against mine and got me in an armlock. "Cicely says you are fun to be around. Dangerous, too."

I sipped my coffee and looked at her inquiringly. She had a lightweight fleece top on that looked great.

"Dangerous?"

Cicely brought two hot plates with small omelets and english muffins. I put my arm around her as Mely continued to lick my ear.

"Yes, dangerous. A girl never knows when the kisses will start and you will get us going."

She picked up her own plate and I moved Mely and me over on the padded bench.

The eggs were delicious. "You have your own temptations for a man."

Cice reached across me for Mely's hand. "I'm glad we have something left. Older women like us worry, you know."

Mely nibbled on my ear. "Yes, we worry."

"I find your attractions compelling."

Cicely's kitchen had morning sun. Sitting there with a wonderful breakfast inside and a warm body on each side was restful.

"So compelling that I have to get to work on the project."

Mely said, "I can feel energy flowing out of him."

"Psychic energy is less messy than what was flowing out of him last night."

Amelia decided to take a ride with me back to her house. Cicely had drawings to do, and building department forms to complete.

"I never realized that fixing up my house would fix me up too."

We were approaching the tattered house with elegance still apparent.

"You both have special qualities that Cice and I admire."

"Thank you. Are we meeting for lunch again? Would you like to stop at the deli for some crab salad?"

"Yes and yes." She kissed me and was walking up the path to her front door, the morning sun shining on its peeling paint.

Back in my apartment office, it took me an hour to expand the project chart, adding more than fifty work items. We needed dates. The software was unhappy that I would not give it dates. The building department sat astride our project schedule, ruling over almost all the items except the clearing of the overgrown property. I remembered to order the large size construction dumpster.

I called Bruce. "Cicely says there are attractive restoration shingles, but the lead times are substantial. We should use a brand you are comfortable with."

"I'll drop by the house after lunch and we can select a brand the two of us are happy with."

I called the architect. "How do you expect me to work with you when you bring strange women into our bed."

Her voice carried her smile. "That was fun, wasn't it? Who would have thought the client was a sexpot?"

"She told me on the way back that she didn't know fixing her house would fix her too."

"That's a nice compliment. I think we went too far again. Mother is going to be upset. I told her we were only dating."

"I might have to come over. I have a new version of the project chart."

"That would be good. I have a first version of the third floor for you to look at. Maybe we could go by the building department on the way to lunch."

Driving over, I had a lot of trouble keeping the project in mind. My body wanted to see the architect removing her clothes again. Maybe it would be best to take her leaning over the drawing board, pencil in hand. Stop that! No sex during working hours, and, hey, you promised not to put moves on her until the remodeled bedroom was done.

I got a warm kiss and a tight hug. "This is threatening my promise to you."

"I know, isn't it delicious, suffering for little old me?"

"I could go sniffing for pussy other places..."

That earned me a punch in the gut and a karate chop to the back of the neck. "Owww."

"Don't even think of straying. The client and I will beat you severely."

I promised to behave and leaned over her board, studying the third floor. "Nice. We need to figure out how to get the sanitary pipe over to the outside wall where we can deal with it. The toilet may have to move some."

"Yes. We can do that if we have to."

The building department counter person was pleasant but noncommittal. "Right now, a planner should get to you in less than ten days."

"We'd like a demolition permit by the beginning of the week. You can process that on a fast track?"

She looked at us with narrowed eyes. "You understand, if we give you that, your project could get hung up in approval of the remodeling design? There are a lot of code issues in these old houses."

Cicely put on her most conciliatory voice, "You are very kind to keep us aware of the risks of starting demolition without an approved design. We accept that."

"Ok. Come back Monday morning with a statement accepting risk of delay signed by the client and both of you and I'll do my best to get the head of the department to let you go ahead with demolition."

We walked away in a good mood. She elbowed me in the ribs. "You are a risk taker? In addition to preying on innocent women?"

We stopped for the crab salad and some more Pinot Grigio. Back in the truck, I asked, "When Vic Lansing tears out the basement, there isn't going to be any heat, water, or toilet. What's Amelia going to do?"

"I offered her a place with us and she said yes. I should have asked you first, but with our deal and with the loving you got last night, I figured you wouldn't object too much."

"I'm horrified. A multimillionaire client shacked up with us?"

We were still laughing as we came up to the door and a smiling Amelia welcomed us with kisses.

I sat on the patio, sipping wine and looking at my detailed project schedule while they chattered away in the kitchen. I asked myself where we were going to get in trouble. Not the little irritating picky kind, but the big, derail the whole project kind. Nothing was jumping out at me as they arrived with lunch.

"Amelia, there's good news and bad news." She looked inquiringly at me. "The good news is we have provisional approval from the Building Department to start demolition on Monday. The bad news is that Vic Lansing is going to tear out essentially everything in the basement, and it will be a while before heat and water and sanitary are back."

She stared at me. "I thought you built the client a tree house with full comforts out in back as temporary housing."

She reached for Cice's hand and they laughed at my confusion. "Mely asked me yesterday if it was possible to recreate the tree house her father had as a young boy. The tree is still healthy."

They walked to me and attacked from both sides. "We want a nice soft bed up there where girls can be ravished in style."

I beat my head against the table. "This is too much. The project is out of control already. Now that I am totally infatuated with the two of you, I am defenseless against your wild schemes."

Amelia said in a calm, grandmotherly voice, "It's so nice when the contractor understands the client's needs."

Bruce showed up and calmed things down. He and Cice went to the office to look at shingle samples and took Amelia with them to get her approval. I saw men working outside and found Arturo's people taking wheelbarrows full to the dumpster. Maria had yellow tagged the keepers, but there weren't many. Arturo drove up and waved at me.

"Kirk, you mentioned the downspouts and the dry well. We also have to start over on the watering system. There is no salvage. If it's all right, I will talk to Vic about a separate line from the meter for irrigation. Better that way."

I had just delivered the survey sheets to Arturo the day before, and he promised to have a new irrigation system plan to me in another day.

"I can start trenching right away? Maria wants all the trenching finished and covered before any landscaping."

And Maria gets what she wants, I said to myself, walking around back and looking for the treehouse tree. There it was, a two or three hundred year old oak. Marvelous spreading branches. No sign of where the treehouse was fifty years ago. If Amelia was going up there, I had to build a decent stair of some kind. And wire the thing together. Those oak branches were not as strong as they looked.

I strolled back to the office. I needed a stealth strategy, something to keep the women off balance.

Bruce was leaving as I arrived. "Cice called the vendor. We can have shingles in two weeks."

"That's good news. It's October and could rain soon. Have you looked at the attic yet?"

"They told me you think you are home free because of all that virgin redwood." He smiled.

"Well?"

"Cice is going to propose doubling the valley rafters with engineered beams, and carrying the load down with metal strapping and maybe a few doubled studs below. Show the city we are paying attention to the long haul. Maybe ten thousand installed."

Arfed again. When does the contractor get to make any decisions, I asked myself.

"Sounds like a plan. Cice and the client will go to work on the building department for fast track release of a re-roofing permit." At least I knew how to grovel.

"What about EPA lead testing on the siding?"

"I figured you would ask about that. There's no point. Even if that last coat of paint is lead free, the stuff underneath was probably only sanded. Makes me cringe to think about sanding old lead paint.

There is a very fancy and very expensive gadget designed for preservation situations. Better than blowtorches. By the time my guys get in their hazmat suits and use it, the restored siding will be more valuable than new. I asked Amelia if the original siding was what she wanted, regardless of cost, and she said yes."

"We're not going to get doublecrossed by the city wanting holes punched in it for upgraded insulation?"

"We go to the barricades on that one. Upstairs maybe we can blow in some from the inside. Otherwise, this is an exceptionally valuable historic structure that we are preserving, not rebuilding."

Cice came up beside me and said, "Bruce, I'm sure glad you are on our side. I'm going to burn some midnight oil to get the detailed plans and specs done by the end of the week. Copy to you the same time we turn them in to the county."

My arm found its way around Cice's waist and Bruce noticed. His eyes went, "You're not! You are! OMG, you lucky dog."

Cice and I returned to the office, where we discussed the outside water situation. She said, "I'll bet Maria knows more than any vendor about how to do the system right the first time. With siphon breakers and so on, it's not a trivial design. We should tell her to put it on the invoice?"

I nodded and brought up the treehouse stair. "We can't just play Tarzan. Mely has to be able to get up there. Any hot ideas?"