You're Not a Serial Rapist Ch. 23

By now I could feel the tears both from Valerie and from Kathy.

"I sat in the ladies room and kept asking myself, 'How did I get myself into this? What did I do to bring this on?'," her voice cracking on the verge of breaking into major tears.

"Val, you didn't do anything. He was just an asshole," I softly said, as I wiped away a couple of her tears.

"I know... MEN... They're all assholes... except for my very very dear and close friend that came to my rescue... I love you, Bill,"

Kiss.

"And I love you, Kathy," Valerie turned to Kathy. They shared a light kiss.

"I love you, Valerie," as our lips met in an extended 'friends' kiss.

"So, I can stay here...? All night?"

I couldn't see it; but, I could hear the smile.

"Yep. All night," I heard from Kathy. Again, I could hear the smile.

Silence for a few moments, before Valerie says, "So... Bill. Last summer, you had your girlfriend naked and in your bed for the first time. Now you get to sleep with her again... naked."

I grinned and hugged her... Our Valerie was back.

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Winter had set in. It was the middle of the week when a polar blast of arctic air swooped down. Temperatures plummeted. Tonight it was expected to hit a -25°F with a north wind. Weather like this was not uncommon. It would last a few days and then be gone.

I had the fireplace going by the time each got home. We huddled next to the warm fire, each dressed in flannels, as we watched the forecast... Two more days of frigid cold.

The furnace was struggling. Kathy and I each took quick showers and climbed into our warm heated water bed... nude. Luckily for us, our room faced the south. Valerie's, on the other hand faced the north, the direction the wind was coming from. Ten minutes later we heard a shivering voice.

"Guys. Can I get in bed with you? My room's freezing."

"Come on Val. Get nice and warm," Kathy said.

"I supposed you two are naked, as always," she giggled.

"It's the rules," giggled Kathy back at our friend.

I heard her quickly shed her flannel PJs and crawl over me, settling between our two warm bodies.

"God. You guys are warm."

"Val. Your skin's like ice," Kathy and I quickly pressed our warm bodies against a shivering Valerie.

"I can't believe that even in this cold... I heard you two take a shower, and still sleep naked."

"We could get you an electric blanket," I half-heartedly suggested.

"Why? Don't you want my naked body here next to your warm and naked body? I know you love my naked body," even in the dark, I could hear the smile.

"Yes, Val. I do love your naked body."

I leaned over and gave her a kiss. Thinking to myself that I would love to be able to show her how much I loved that little naked body, along with the rest of her.... Little did I realize.

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It suddenly occurred to me... it was Valentine's Day... our first Valentine's Day together, and I hadn't done anything. So, like so many males; after work, I made a visit to the local flower shop. The flower shop was prepared for the onslaught. They had cards, vases, bars of rich and expensive chocolate. I never understood the fixation women have with chocolate. If it was an aphrodisiac, it was worth the price.

A dozen of yellow roses in one hand and a dozen red roses in the other hand, I was met with two hugs, kisses, and tears.

"Bill... nobody and I mean nobody has ever bought me flowers," tears running down Valerie's cheeks, "And, you remembered that red is my favorite color."

After a long shower, where Valerie told us to save some hot water for her, I was rewarded with a slow, prolonged, and loving blow-job from the love of my life.

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We had become 'real regulars' at our local bar. We would spend Friday and Saturday nights there. Drinking and dancing. We had made some friends with other's, around our age. It was fun. Slow three-way dancing. Slow one-on-ones with my fiancée and girlfriend.

I always fed the juke box. We danced to some of our favorites. Alternating each week. Always on the lookout for a new one. One Saturday night, I found one that took me back almost a year and a half ago.

I took Valerie's hand and led her to the dance area. She rested her arms around my neck. I just stood there and stared into those soft brown eyes, and that Valerie smile. Then...

The first time ever I saw your face...

Roberta Flack... 'First Time I Ever Saw Your Face' filled the room. I cupped her face in my hands and gently moved my thumbs over her soft cheeks. The rest of the world vanished.

...I thought the sun rose in your eyes

And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave

To the dark and the endless skies, my love

To the dark and the endless skies...

At times my thumbs would caress the gentle upturn of her smile. Or wipe away a tear, or two. But, there was always that smile, as we just stood there.

...The first time ever I saw your face

Your face, your face, your face

"I love you Valerie."

I first kissed that tear steaked cheek, and then those soft lips.

"I love you Bill."

Kiss.

Valerie turned and went to the ladies room. I returned to the table to see my fiancée's tear streaked cheeks and a smile. I leaned in and kissed the love of my life.

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Kathy's warm body draped over mine in our 'alone time'.

"Bill, that was the most tender and loving moment I think I'd ever seen in my whole life. I already had tears; but, when you two kissed at the end. It brought more tears."

"When I saw that song, it brought back the moment in the lobby of her dorm that first night. You know the story."

"Yeah. I do. But, tell it to me again. I love hearing you tell it," Kathy shifting to cuddle along my side. The ever present soft warm breast against my side. Her hand on my chest, doing her favorite pastime... toying with my chest hair.

"I had called her to see if she wanted to get together... to meet for the first time. She asked what I would be wearing. I sat there, in the lobby, watching the elevator doors open and girls coming and going. After about ten minutes, still no Valerie. Since she knew what I was wearing, I began to wonder if she had already come down, checked me out, decided that I looked like a serial rapist, and just kept going," that brought on a quick giggle, "Then all of a sudden this girl, with the cutest face and the softest brown eyes, with little gold steaks, I had ever seen stood in front of me with a smile."

Kathy leaned over as our lips met, before returning to rest her head on my shoulder. I gently stroked her warm back, as we savored our closeness.

Then, Kathy's voice soft... almost a whisper.

"You two have a connection that is second only to ours. Everybody sees it: your mom, my mom, Valerie's mom. You guys had a connection before we even met. Like I've said before, all of Valerie's friends, including me, thought you two were a couple. A lovely couple.

"That connection has grown and deepened. Having those pendants made for the three of us. It reinforced, and demonstrated the connection the three of us share, and will never be broken. Whoever, Valerie ends up with, is going to have to get past that."

I kept stroking her back. I knew there was more. I could tell she was gathering her thoughts.

"Bill... my love... Can I ask you a question?" her voice soft and a bit serious.

"Uh oh... this sounds serious," kind of trying to lighten things. I didn't hear anything so I shut up.

Silence. Time passes as Kathy gathers her thoughts on how to phrase this, potentially, relationship changing question.

"Bill... Would you... would you," taking a deep breath, "Would you like to make love... to our very dear friend... Valerie?"