You're Not a Serial Rapist Ch. 25

This chapter is dedicated to Bill, Kathy, and Valerie bonding: physically, emotionally, and spiritually. A bond that is only surpassed by the bond that binds Bill and Kathy. As you have noticed, my sex scenes are detailed. That is why about half of this chapter is devoted to this very special and intimate bonding.

Kathy teased Valerie the next day about her 'glow'. How the smile never left her face the whole day. I watched Valerie blush. It was cute.

My fiancée, was right, of course. OUR relationship didn't change after the night I made love to our friend. In fact, the next week it became more intimate. We made love to each other in the complete privacy of our room many nights. There were no morning blow-jobs that week. It was all about US. I don't know if she thought we needed to be 're-cemented' or what. I never felt any loss of closeness. Her vibrant and fun personality were still there. Perhaps even more vibrant.

Kathy is a very secure woman. Secure, and self-confident, in herself. Secure in our relationship. She knew, from our very beginning, that I would never hurt her. I wondered if all the recent intimacy was a way for her to inwardly re-enforce our bond. I would have to talk to her about it.

Kathy and Valerie's closeness seemed to have deepened. It looked to me like they were developing their own 'non-verbal' communication. It warmed my heart.

Valerie and me... well, let's just say that we never felt closer. We didn't hide it. I would come up behind her and plant kisses on her neck. She would giggle. I could see Kathy smile... a genuine smile.

Kathy and I both noticed that Valerie was becoming surer of herself. She was the happiest we had ever seen her. We both inwardly smiled. As the three of us sat around our kitchen table one evening enjoying a dinner of Valerie's spaghetti and meatballs there was a warmth and closeness that the three of us had never experienced... a warmth and closeness that would soon be taken to the next level.

One night, as Kathy and I basked in our post-coital joining. Her head on my shoulder. A soft warm breast pressed against my side. Her right hand toying with my sparse chest hair. I posed the question that had been on my mind the last few days.

"Kath, can I ask you something?"

"You want to know why we've been making love all week."

I smiled.

"Remind me later, that's impossible for me to keep my inner thoughts to myself," I heard a soft giggle, 'felt' the smile, and felt the light kiss on my neck. Kathy settled back down on my shoulder. I waited.

"I don't really know. Well, I do and I don't. I do know this... I do know that I would never... ever take back the decision I made, to have you make love to our Valerie. It's more than seeing how you two are closer, which you are. I think it was watching you go through the whole process of deciding. Of talking to me about it. Of sharing your concerns. Wanting to be absolutely sure that nothing negative was going to result in any of our relationships. It's why I love you so much. You would never do anything that would hurt either of us.

"That morning that you two came in here. Valerie giving me a kiss like none I had ever received from another woman. Her telling me that she loved me with all of her heart. Then telling me that you loved me from the bottom of your heart. Things that I already knew. But, hearing them spoken to me. It meant a lot to me.

"That night, falling asleep, with Valerie between us. Hearing, and watching her get up a bit later. Moving over across you. Kissing you, and telling you that she loved you. You kissing her back and telling her that you loved her. Her going back to her room and quietly shutting our door behind her. Then you moving over and cuddling me in such a warm and tender embrace. Making love to me. Loving me as you, and only you, know how to do. Letting me know that I am yours, and only yours. And that you're mine, and only mine. I've had a warm glow all week. I'm surprised my co-worker hasn't commented."

"Yes, Kathy, my love. I love you from the bottom of my heart. And always will."

"You know something else?" Kathy softly said, "It's Valerie too. She's more confident in herself. Everything about that disastrous date, and that asshole ex, are gone. She feels loved and wanted. I know that you've always loved her... but it's a bit different now."

I kissed her goodnight. The door to our room had been open the whole time. We each grinned as we heard, "Goodnight... Bill and Kathy, I love you two."

We both said in unison, "We love you too, Valerie."

That was a first.

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It was kind of funny when we met up with my parents for a night of dancing at the Club. My mom made a comment about how much more 'alive' we all seemed to be. Fortunately, the lighting was dim enough to hide their blushing.

My mom asked how the wedding plans were coming. It was a good time to ask how many from our family would most likely attend. Besides them... probably only my aunt and uncle on my dad's side; but, that we should still send invitations to everybody.

I told her how much Kathy and Valerie were working on getting things organized. I got smiles and kisses from each. She was impressed. I let them know that we wouldn't be able to come for Easter dinner, as we were heading down to Kathy's for that weekend. That they needed some 'sit-down' planning time, as there was only so much you could do over the phone.

As always, my dad's dance card was full the entire night.

On the way home, Kathy was thinking of bringing Valerie into our bed that night for some 'play time'. Then she changed her mind. Thinking that she would save that for a later 'special' time. A time for sharing. A time for loving intimacy between three friends.

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Since Christmas, Kathy spent Sunday evenings on the phone with her mom. The date had been set... second Saturday of October. Even with the wedding being more than seven months away, her mom was excited. There was only so much that could be done over the phone. We both knew we would be making trips down there. Three-day holiday weekends would be the best option, as we didn't want to use up too much of our vacation days. We each had two weeks, at this point. The nice thing was that each of our bosses knew of, and where, the wedding was going to be. They each said that as things got closer that we could either use 'sick' days, borrow from next year's vacation, or they would just tell us to 'forget about it'. Just make sure they were sent an invitation.

Easter was coming up in a few weeks. Even though, earlier plans had been for her parents to come up and visit us, it was felt that if we came down we could all go to Easter service. It would be a chance for her mom and dad to introduce Kathy and her fiancée to the minister, and the not too distant wedding. The plan was to go down on Thursday evening, and come back Sunday after church. Her mom was going to have Easter dinner on Saturday. They felt that most of day on Friday would be enough time to go over what Kathy and Valerie had laid out so far. Valerie hadn't seen her parents since Christmas. Her plans were to spend Easter with them; but, she was planning on going back with us, when we went back on Memorial Day.

Kathy had bought a book on 'Wedding Planning'. That night, in our 'alone' time, Kathy curled up to me, rested her head on my shoulder. I immediately felt warm tears. I held her closer.

"What's wrong, my dear? Whatever it is, we can work through it. We always have," my voice soft as I gently stroked her back.

A few minutes later, Kathy drying her eyes, "I was skimming through that book. Bill, there's so much that has to be done in the next seven months. I know it sounds like a long time away; but, it really isn't. Plus the fact that I am so far away from my mom. So many things that I have to decide. A lot of little things, and some big things. I don't know if I can handle everything by myself."

"Kath, you're not by yourself. You've got your mom and me. And I'm sure, that if you asked Valerie she would be thrilled to help. After all, she'll be your maid of honor. Something that I know she is excited about."

"I know. Still, you should look at it. It's so detailed, decisions on things down to what placemats should look like. I can see myself getting so bogged down in the little stuff that I won't see the big picture and miss something important."

"I'll look at it tomorrow. You know I'm here for you, and always will be."

"I know. That's why I love you so much."

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I got home before Kathy. Valerie had beaten me to the book. I found her at the kitchen table with the book, a pencil, and tablet. She was on her third sheet of paper. I could see a list.

"What you doing?"

"I got home early. My last class was cancelled. I saw the book and read it. I thought I could help. Kathy's going to be so busy with the little stuff, I thought I could organize stuff."

"Val, I love you... WE love you. You're a 'God-send'."

I pulled her up, gave her a big hug and kiss. I told her about our conversation the previous night and Kathy's already building stress level.

"Actually, I think this'll be fun. I already know stuff I can do, like designing the invitations, thank-you cards, placemats, and stuff like that."

When Kathy saw what Valerie was doing. She lost it. She hugged her friend so hard I thought she would break as her tears of joy and relief soaked Valerie's blouse.

That evening, and many to follow, were spent around the kitchen table, making lists of 'things to do'. A timeline for each task and who would, most likely, would be doing it... My list was short. Kathy's mom's list was huge. Valerie's help with some of the details was invaluable. We would thank her later... in a way I couldn't even imagine months ago.

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Kathy and I were heading down to meet with her parents that evening. There were things that needed to be worked out, which couldn't be done as easily from here. Besides it had been a while since Kathy had seen her parents.

We got hugs from Valerie, as we were heading out to work, wishing us a safe trip, and that she was looking forward to hear what Kathy's mom had to say about what they've done so far.

It felt 'strange' to be hugging Valerie, being fully dressed and her in a thin nightshirt... and only a nightshirt. I got another hug, kiss, and a coy grin. I gave her exposed little bottom a gentle smack. I heard Kathy giggled off to my side.

We turned to go downstairs. Then I heard, "Bill."

Turning. I watched as Valerie slipped her nightshirt up and over her head, shake her head to resettle her hair and then stood with her hand on her hip with 'naughty' grin. I did what every red-blooded male would do... me eyes feasted on her little nude body one more time.

Her breasts always caught my attention... sitting firm and high. The petite pink nipples standing at attention. But, what really drew my attention, was that thick dark triangle of soft brown hair that adorned her Mound of Venus. She turned a bit, offering a slight profile. With its gentle swell, her full dark brown pubic mound was enhanced.

Valerie dropped her nightshirt, seductively walked over to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a toe curling kiss. My hands found, and caressed her soft globes. All the time, Kathy watching with a grin at the casual, and open, display of our friend's confident sexuality.

"I love you Bill. I'm going to miss both of you... Drive safe."

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We were greeted by a series of hugs, embraces, kisses, and, yes, tears.

Her mom had made Italian beef sandwiches. I loved Italian beef sandwiches. As we sat around the table, Kathy briefly went over what she and Valerie had done. They would get into the details the next day.

On the way down, Kathy and I discussed the subject of finances, who was going to pay for some, or all of the wedding. We knew it would need to be addressed at some point over the next day, or so. We were more than able to foot the bill. We each had well-paying jobs and virtually no rent. That allowed us, for the past year to build up each of our savings accounts. It wasn't a big concern for us, we just wanted to get it out in the open.

At a lull in the conversation, Kathy and I looked at each other for a few seconds. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her mom grin as she watched the 'non-verbal communication'. Probably wondering, 'What are they 'talking' about this time'?'

Kathy started, "Mom. Dad. We need to talk about finances for the wedding. Bill and I..."

That was as far as she got. Her mom held up her hand. Kathy stopped.

"Kathy. Bill. There's no need to worry, or talk about paying for the wedding. It's our gift to our only daughter," her voice cracking, "and her soon-to-be husband. We've been waiting for over twenty years for this. For our one and only to get married to the man she loves, and who so deeply loves her. We know you both to be very practical."

Kathy burst into tears. She hurried across the table, buried her face into the shoulders of her mom and dad. I had a huge lump in my throat.

As they broke apart, Judy added with a grin, "As long as you aren't planning on having the reception in Hawaii."

That got a huge laugh from everyone, along with four huge grins, and more hugs.

Tom brought out the Cognac. Kathy had a taste. I shared a snifter. I was going to have to get some of this for myself.

We were beat. From the early morning. All day at our jobs. And the five hour drive. After our showers, our warm bare bodies snuggling together, we were out in a matter of minutes.

I woke to an empty bed. I could hear muffled voices from the upstairs kitchen. Much needed 'Mother and Daughter' time. I dozed and came to at the aroma of coffee and a smiling fiancée, as she sat on the side of the futon. Kathy was dressed for comfort... tee shirt, jeans, and since it was just the two of them... no bra.

She smiled as my eyes fixed on her hard nipples poking through the thin material. She kissed my forehead.

"Down boy. I told my mom I'd be right back," then with a playful grin, "Maybe later... if you're good. She's making us some breakfast. We're going to spend, at least the morning, going over what Valerie and I have put together. Then I was thinking of going over and maybe reserving our suite at the hotel for our wedding night," then with a big grin, "Maybe we can get the same room we had last spring. Maybe see what they have for banquet facilities. Nothing definite, just checking it out."

Kathy had laid out the three-ring binder that she was leaving with her mom. She had a duplicate sitting next to her. I hadn't been paying much attention to the whole planning that the Kathy and Valerie had been working on. I was impressed. Not only were two beautiful and talented women working on our wedding; but, two beautiful, talented, intelligent, and organized women were working on our wedding.

For each month, up to and including the last month, there was a tab with a cover page listing the activities that should be done. A column of who would be doing the activity, and a suggested completion date. The activities that would require Kathy to be down there were asterisked. Fortunately, those were few and were timed with our already planned trips down south. Things that either couldn't be done by Judy, or that need Kathy's personal attention.

She showed her mom the wedding planning book that she had bought. Said that Valerie had read it cover-to-cover in one day and had digested every detail. Even though the book had its own worksheets, Valerie thought that putting everything into a binder and then customizing it for our needs, would be more effective, with everything in one place.

Kathy said the idea of the binder came from Valerie.

In today's world, Valerie had taken on the role of 'Project Manager' or 'Wedding Planner'. She would be able to see the whole project from a higher level and not get bogged down in the details. The details would be worked out by Kathy, her mom, and me... when I was asked. Kathy would be the one making all of the decisions that Valerie would pose to her. More often than not, the decision was a collaborated effort between the two of them. Valerie would then organize and record each on a 'summary' cover sheet for easy reference. Kathy's stress level had been pretty much eliminated. Every night, I said a silent prayer of thanks for Valerie's assistance.

Later I would tell Kathy that we needed to do two things for Valerie. The first was to take her out for a nice dinner when we got back. The second, was to think of a gift for her to open at the reception... a very... very nice gift. Kathy whole heatedly agreed to both suggestions.

I joined Tom in the living room, as the two women went about their planning. I could see the smile on Tom's face.

"I haven't seen Judy this excited for a long time. From this point forward, your best bet is to sit back, stay out of the way, and get used to saying, 'yes, dear' a lot. She's in charge now."

I laughed and said, "Yeah, I think you're right. Oh, and you forgot to add Valerie. She'll be with us next time we come down," I got a good laugh at that.

"From what I've seen of that little ball of energy, you'd be best served to stay way out of the way, unless asked for an opinion, which will probably be ignored. You might want to buy yourself a bottle, or two, of this Cognac," I could only grin as I could see that playing out.

Tom got serious for a moment.

"Bill, your job will be to calm her down when things start to overwhelm her. It's hard enough planning for a wedding when you're nearby. Being five hours away is going to stress her. It's a good thing that Valerie's taking such a leading role in the whole planning. Keeping everyone on track, while she sees the big picture. Kathy's a strong woman; but, I've seen her get into moods of frustration and despair."

"I saw it briefly a few nights ago; but, nothing since. Nothing since Valerie got involved."

"That's because she's so happy. Like I've said before, it's been a long time since we've seen her this happy, and it's all because of you."

Then I got serious and said, "Tom, I promise, I'll make her happy and will take care of her."

"I know you will. We're happy to have you join our family. She's a lucky woman."

"No. Sir. I'm a lucky man. Never in a million years would I have ever imagined finding someone like her. Being engaged to marry the most wonderful woman God ever created. No... I am the luckiest man, on the face of the earth."

That afternoon, Kathy and I visited the hotel. As luck would have it, the Event Coordinator, Rebeca, just happened to be there. We sat in her office and told her that at this point, we were still looking around; but, that we definitely wanted to reserve the suite and a block of rooms right then and there.

The hotel did have banquet facilities that could handle between 50 and 200 guests, depending on how they cordoned off the room. They could easily handle a rehearsal dinner, and the reception. She gave us some sample menus and a list of appetizers. We explained that we lived at the northern part of the state. That Kathy's parents would be finalizing the details as they became clearer. She was pleased that we were planning this far ahead, and tentatively booked the banquet room for the reception and a room in the restaurant for both the rehearsal dinner and breakfast the morning after for the group. We assured her that within a week, or so, we should be able to make a decision. She then added that, if we went with the complete package, she could give us a good discount on the rooms and banquet hall rates... and maybe throw in a few things. We both saw the grin. She told us, that if we decided on them, to let her know a few days in advance on the next time we were planning on visiting and she would have samples of the Hors D'oeuvre made up and we could sample and decide.