The Newest Generation Pt. 02

"Amber, hop up my love. We're leaving," she whispered in my ear.

I wanted to tell her no. I wanted to tell her to go with her mother. I wanted more than anything to set the woman I loved, free. But like the selfish bitch I was, I stood and allowed myself to be led away.

"Jane," Ben called, making us pause. "Here, for a cab. I'm... I'm sorry about your mother. If I'd have known, I wouldn't have told her."

Jane just sighed and gave him a one armed hug, refusing to release me. As he stepped back, Jane ushered me outside and, luckily, into a waiting cab.

"Where to?" A gruff middle aged man asked.

"The Den, please," Jane said.

I just tried to curl into the window and escape. But before I could, Jane pulled me around and placed my head on her shoulder. It was equally my happy place, and a source of deep shame. But her strong arms wouldn't let me go.

When we arrived at this place, I recognised the area we were in. It was around the corner from Olive's. But it had a dank, expressionless feel. Like an industrial estate. Jane paid the driver as we hopped out and she led me towards the only lit doorway. She held my hand firmly, as she pushed it open, revealing a much nicer interior. It was all Japanese style wood and bamboo architecture. Except the huge man standing in the middle of the room.

"Jane," he said softly. "Who's your friend?"

I heard the smile in her voice and cringed as she replied, "hi, Dave, this is my life partner."

"Oh," he said, relaxing. "Congratulations! I'll get Maggie to put out something nice for you." He smiled opening the door. "Oh, I almost forgot. You're partnered now. There's a fee for the bracelets."

I watched as Jane handed over a small amount of cash and Dave handed her two small bracelets. "Here," she said, turning to me. "This lets the others know we're taken. Nobody will try anything funny. Just don't lose it, you'll have to pay for another one."

I just nodded and held out my hand, expecting her to hand it to me. But instead she placed the small chain around my wrist. I just looked up at her and saw that same beautiful smile I'd fallen in love with years ago. How could I have done this too her?

"Come on," she smiled, putting on her own bracelet.

Dave stood aside, pushing open the door behind him. It looked like a locker room. Shelves lined the walls, filled with towels. But there was rows of empty boxes in the centre of the room. Some of these boxes clearly had someone's possessions in them. Others did not. But movement to the side caught my attention. Spinning on the spot, it was the dress Jane was wearing as she slipped it over her head. Folding it neatly, she put it in the nearest nook, along with her phone and valuables. I then bit my lip, seeing her slip off her panties and place them on top like a prize.

"Come on, trust me," she said, turning to face me.

"I... Ah... Shouldn't we hide your stuff?" I asked softly.

Jane just shrugged. "Thievery is rare in the organisation. You break laws, in particular against others involved in the organisation, you get excluded." I frowned, thinking about how that would stop thieves. "If you're a futa, that means you lose access to volunteers and any sites like this. Even places like the relief rooms at school become out of bounds. If you're a volunteer or partner, you lose any privileges. Considering how many years some people wait to find their partners, it's just not worth the risk. It does happen, but they're usually caught and the consequences is to lose just about everything. Life without the organisation is a hard one. Imaging having to go to a hospital to get a rub and tug from an uncaring middle aged nurse with latex gloves, three or four times a day, just to function."

I nodded, feeling a little better, until I realised I was getting naked. "Jane, where are we exactly?" I asked, unbuttoning my blouse.

She just smiled, "This place is The Den. It's where people like you and me come to relax."

I just nodded and stripped off the last of my clothing, stacking them in the box beside Jane's. My cock swung free, dangling around my knees. "Do we need towels?" I asked as Jane led me towards the doors at the end of the room.

"Those are for when we leave," Jane smiled.

I just nodded and tried to cover my breasts with my hand as Jane pushed open the door. When I saw what was inside, my jaw dropped open...

It was a Japanese style bathhouse with a western twist. Large steamy pools of water dotted the floor everywhere. Pools ranged from the size of a small wading pool, to large enough to do laps in. Each pool had one or more small semi submerged tables. On these tables were stacked variou dishes of foods. Some were clearly Japanese dishes to fit the scenery, but there were plenty of chips, burgers and steaks to keep everyone happy. The people themselves were wide and varied. Old and young, thin and thick, there were all shapes, sizes, colours and even genders. I felt a little subconscious about myself, but I realised almost everyone was wearing a bracelet.

"Jane, Dave told me the good news!" A woman called.

Turning around, I took her in. She was a middle aged Asian lady. I reasoned she was probably the owner of the establishment. But what really surprised me, was the swinging cock between her legs. It was impressive, at least as far as I'd seen, but not quite as impressive as my own.

"Maggie, yes, meet Amber," Jane beamed.

I just smiled uncomfortably as Maggie eyed me carefully.

"Wait, Amber, your BFF Amber from school?" Maggie asked.

Jane just smiled and nodded. "Yup, probably a new record as a late bloomer. I'm... I'm so very lucky to have her," Jane assed softly.

I just wanted to curl into a ball and cry... Was her love real? Did I deserve her?

"Alright, you look a little uncomfortable, Honey. But as a new member, that's to be expected for a while. Go on and take a private booth, my treat." Maggie smiled and gestured behind us.

"Thanks Maggie!" Jane smiled and took my hand.

I found myself steered through the room to the far side. Each bath we passed contained a different assortment of people. A single woman, or futa, hard to tell in this semi darkness and water, in the first. A couple, a man and what is most likely a futa considering their bracelets, were slowly making love in the next. A trio of older ladies chatted quietly in the third with a young woman who didn't have a bracelet. But finally we arrived at a bath that was surrounded by a low wall. In the water, we'd be obscured from view, but it still left the open atmosphere of the room in place. I didn't even struggle as Jane led me into the steaming water. The feeling of my skin told me there was some sort of minerals added to it. Not just the chlorine that I expected. The edges of the bath sloped down gently toward the centre. But just above knee depth, there was a small bump. Here, Jane stopped me and gestured to sit. I had to admit, the warm water felt wonderful.

"You okay?" Jane asked, snuggling up beside me.

And like that, it all came bubbling up. My face screwed up tight as my throat ached and tears rolled down my cheeks. "I'm sorry," I managed to squeak, before my composure completely broke down into heavy, wracking sobs.

I hated myself right now... Even more as Jane's arms wrapped around me. I didn't have the courage to push her away... But keeping her was so much crueler...

"Amber, honey, my love," she whispered as I cried even harder. "What are you sorry for?"

I managed to choke down for a moment to take a deep breath and collect myself. Turning to the woman I would love until my dying breath I sighed. "I'm sorry... Your mum was right, I basically drugged you.. I'm a monster and-" SLAP.

I was stunned. My face hurt and I could feel where each of her fingers left an imprint. The burning sensation was nothing, however, compared to the glare Jane gave me...

"Is that what you think? That I'm some weak little girl who can't help herself?" She snapped. I just shook my head. "I have no idea where my... Mother..." She spat. "I don't know where she got her bullshit, but that's all it is. Bullshit! Can you smell all the hormones in this room?" I sniffed softly and shook my head. "That's right. That's because nobody here is compatible. Sure, we're all up for a good time and precautions need to be made. But there's no compatibility. Now, did you magically fall in love with me yesterday, or have you loved me for years?"

"... Years..." I mumbled.

"Exactly. Just like I loved you! But I was too selfish, too much of a bitch, too holier than thou, too tough and mighty, to consider you..."Jane said, looking down on herself. "And then you changed... And I got my fairy tale... The very thing I signed up to this program for. The very thing I craved hard enough to ignore you for. And you gave it to me anyway."

I looked up at her. She was crying angry tears, but I wasn't sure who she was angry at right now. "Jane..." I mumbled, taking her hand. "You really mean it?"

She looked up at me and sighed, "of course I do. I might have the ass in this relationship, but you got the tits... And the dick, but that doesn't count!" she pouted. Her expression changed, hardening for a moment, before squeezing my hand. "Just promise me one thing."

I nodded, "anything."

Jane smiled, "don't ever listen to my mother again. Unless I say otherwise, she's crazy and not to be trusted to tell you the sky is blue."

This time I giggled and nodded my head, "sure, I can do that."

Jane shifted toward me with a smile. "Now that we've had our first fight... How about some make-up sex?"

I was so ready to refuse. Even though I'd seen others doing it, this was still a public place... It's a shame my ten inch cock doesn't listen to me... I was overruled in a matter of moments and left unable to dispute the fact. Gone was the serious woman I fantasized about ploughing like a rented mule. Right now I had my adorable, subby, cock sleeve who was already half-way down my cock. Her lips were pressed to my own and my hands were too busy propping myself up in the water to fight back. But eventually she had to come up for air, releasing my lips with a soft mewl of pleasure.

"Jane," I grunted.

"God, I love this feeling," she whined.

I just grinned. "That's right, ride my cock. Milk out my orgasm like a good sub."

Jane just rolled her head on her shoulders and started vigorously rocking her hips. The friction of her tight pussy massaged over my length. I groaned in pleasure as Jane took her own. I had a small after thought, about what it would be like to have a nice cock to fuck of my own. But that thought flew out the window as Jane clenched down on my cock and moaned out her pleasure. The pulsing contractions of her pussy muscles pushed me over the edge and I fired my seed inside her.

"You look a little more comfortable," Maggie's voice said behind us. I just froze, even as Jane shuddered and grinned. I turned to see what Maggie wanted, when I noticed the large tray she carried. "Just a little welcome to the family," she said softly, putting the tray down on the table. "All newcomers get a little something, but new paring's are special. Especially with Jane here."

I looked down at the platter of food she'd provided for us. It seemed like there was a portion of just about everything on the menu and a voucher to stay in what must be an attached hotel for a night. "Oh, god... Thank you," I managed to get out.

"That's quite alright," Maggie beamed. "Us futa need to stick together. Not everyone is quite so open minded," she smiled tightly. I couldn't help but wonder if she'd overheard out conversation, or had one of her own. But I smiled as she turned away.

"Is there chicken bites?" Jane asked, sliding past me in the water. I grinned, seeing her snatch up a bowl of crispy looking chicken pieces. Coming up behind her, Jane immediately held it out of arms reach. "Nuh uh, they're mine!" she snapped.

I just giggled and kissed the side of her neck. "Please Jane? I just want one." I kissed her again.

Jane just groaned as small goosebumps formed over her skin. "Bitch... Fine, one," she grumbled.

As promised I only took one from the bowl, kissing her neck again in thanks. Putting the chicken bite in my mouth, it was... Heavenly... Think Kentucky Fired Chicken, but more zest and a hint of spice.

"Good huh?" Jane murmured, taking another piece. I nodded my head. "And that's why they're mine, biatch!" she giggled.

I pouted and thought about going after her. But there was a whole platter of food before me and our meal didn't happen earlier. So I set about tasting various dishes.

"Jane, why did you come here so often?" I asked, tasting an especially scrumptious curry.

Jane shrugged and finished her mouthful of chicken bite. "As I said, I was looking for a futa. Once I turned eighteen I found out about this place. As a single, unattached volunteer, I was very welcome in places like this. It mostly came down to, if I wanted the best chance of finding my partner, I needed to be around futa." Then she blushed, "I also got a few lessons on giving hand jobs, which made me quite popular with a few of the regulars."

I frowned a little, thinking about Jane being with someone else, but pushed the though aside. "You said, you were very welcome before, has that changed?"

Jane shook her head, "no, now I'm part of the crowd. I was welcome before, for my services and potential. I'm welcome now, because I'm family. It's a different kind of welcome."

I just nodded as she finished the last of her chicken and joined me at the table.

... Chapter Six... 15300 words

The rest of our evening was just what we needed. Quiet, comfortable and relaxing with the woman who reassured me that I'd done nothing wrong. It was around ten at night when we finally stumbled through the front door of my home. And right into the arms of my parents and Jane's father.

"Enjoy your night?" Mum said, getting up off the couch.

"Yes, it was lovely. Jane showed me a place we can go to relax?"

"We, as in anyone, or futa?" Dad asked.

"Futa," I sighed. I felt like I was discussing my sex life when I said that word. It wasn't a comfortable feeling saying it in front of my parents.

"I'll make us some tea, Charles can you give me a hand?" She asked, clearly trying to get us alone with Jane's father.

Dad just smiled at us as he walked past, following mum into the kitchen. Then we turned to Ben, who looked like he was in pain.

"Dad," Jane sighed, stepping forward and they embraced. I hung back for a moment, before he lifted an arm, indicating I should join them. I did so with a smile.

"I thought it best we had this conversation sooner rather than later," he sighed, releasing us. "I'm divorcing your mother. She made new friends from her book club or whatever her latest trend is," he sighed. "She's been acting weird, not like herself. Not like the Mary I met and married twenty years ago. I was already thinking about it. But her actions tonight are the final straw. I'm leaving your mother. Not that I think you will, but I won't stand between you and her."

"Fuck her," Jane grumbled.

Ben just nodded, "be that as it may. Your opinion may change over time. I just wanted you to know I respect you as my daughter AND as a woman. I'll let you know if she actually left and you can come home whenever you want, and that includes Amber," he smiled.

As he finished his speech, mum walked back in, carrying a tray with two mugs on it. "Tea Ben?" she asked.

He just shook his head, "no thank you. I should get home. Make sure my soon to be ex-wife isn't leaving with anything too expensive," he chuckled.

"Alright, well come round for dinner tomorrow night. We never got to celebrate these two," dad said coming in with a container of cookies.

"Sure, that sounds lovely," Ben smiled.

Jane gave him another hug and he let himself out. Mum turned to examine us, before frowning seeing the slight reddening of my cheek. I just smiled and brushed it off. I didn't think there was any good to come out of explaining my mental breakdown and subsequent attitude readjustment.

"Alright ladies," mum said. "It's late, so have your tea and get up to bed. It's a school day tomorrow."

"Yes mum," Jane and I said in unison.

Mum just smiled and gave us a hug each. This was followed by dad and we were left alone. Jane and I just sat and ate a cookie each while drinking our tea. It was a satisfying end to our evening.

***

It was an amazing feeling to wake up in the arms of someone you loved. It was even more amazing, when after a quick kiss, they proceeded to take your cock in their mouth and suck you until you emptied yourself down their throat. I didn't really know what to think about Jane being addicted to my sperm, but morning sex was a heavenly way to wake up. Even more so when I used the offer of a back scrub as an excuse to fuck Jane against the wall of the shower again. Her pussy seemed to be built to milk out my orgasm. But, my cock seemed to be built to give her orgasms, so it evens out in the end. I just had the nagging reminder in the back of my head to ask Jane to teach me to go down on her. I'd only ever sucked the one dick before, but I'd never actually had a good look at another woman before.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Jane asked, rubbing her now dry exterior over my own as we sorted out what we were going to wear.

I just smiled, "I'm wondering what your pussy tastes like."

"Oh," Jane mumbled.

I ignored the slight rubbing of her thighs as I picked out a red pair of underwear. It took a moment to feed my cock into the sock properly. A moment later I strapped it to my hip and pulled up a knee length skirt. I still liked my skirts and having a massive cock wasn't changing that. Besides, it's easy access for when Jane and I would inevitably need to relieve ourselves.

"Girls, you ready?" Mum called through the door.

I gave a look at Jane who was just putting on her shoes. The tight jeans she wore with the polo shirt left nothing for the imagination. Fuck... She really did just look good in anything... "One minute," I called back, pulling on another blouse.

Five minutes later, we were eating toast with my parents. We'd left Jane's car here the previous evening, so we were going to drive in together. So there was no real rush. But, eventually it was that time. So with a collection of hugs and kisses, I got to hold Jane's hand the whole drive... I already wanted to fuck her senseless in the back seat...

As we pulled up at school, the nerves finally hit. Yesterday I was uncomfortable and distracted. But now, I have fully accepted my changes. But I also had Jane to worry about.

"You ready?" she asked.

Nodding my head, I turned to see her smile. "Can I hold your hand?"

"Of course," Jane smiled and kissed me softly. "Just no turning me into a puddle in public. I can handle a few kisses, but I have a rep to keep."

I just grinned and got out of the car. Walking around the front, I waited for Jane and took her hand. And with a deep breath, we headed for the school. There were a few whispers about us holding hands. Even one I swore came from Dean. But I held my head high, and held the hand of the woman I loved and strode into the school like I owned the place. We headed for the cafeteria. As we came in, the two of us looked to our usual table. It seemed Greg, Nancy and Mary were already seated and ready for the school day.

"Hey guy," I smiled, taking a seat.

"Morning everyone," Jane said, sitting beside me.

Mary glanced up, shooting us a smile, before going back to her picture. The orc and troll figures were fully shaded and she was working on the background. It was a battlefield strewn with the corpses of elves in shiny armour.

"Alright, what's going on?" Nancy said with the subtlety of a sledge hammer.