Chapter 1

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The sun had set at least two hours earlier so the frosted window did not bring any light into the bathroom. The only lights were from the five flickering candles Sarah Nice had placed around the spacious room. The cherry blossoms bath salts filled the air with aromatic notes as Sarah pinned Rain’s waist length strawberry blonde hair up onto her head.

With a soft kiss, Sarah assisted the lovely girl into the lukewarm water. Rain sighed with contentment as she settled into the water and leaned back against the molded backrest of the large whirlpool tub.

Pinning her own waist length white blonde hair atop her head, Sarah dropped her robe to the floor and retrieved the two wine glasses from the vanity. She had laughed when she’d spotted the bottle of chocolate wine at the local Burns & Burns Grocers grocery store, then rememberd that it was Valentine’s Day and Valentine’s Day was all about chocolate, wine, and love.

Dr. Koontz had frowned when Sarah had asked about wine but did allow that one glass, one glass, not two or three glasses would not be detrimental for the baby. Of course, he did state that no wine would be even better for the baby.

“You goof,” Rain giggled happily when Sarah handed her the glass of chilled chocolate wine.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my dear sweet Rainbow,” Sarah smiled, sinking into the scented water next to her lover.

The two women shared a soft kiss. As always, Sarah’s hand went to Rain Larsen’s five and a half month pregnant belly. With another giggle, Rain kissed Sarah again.

As the whirlpool jets buffeted them on the lowest setting, they sat in comfortable silence, sipping the wine. In truth, Sarah found the taste of the wine to be far too cloying, but it was Valentine’s Day. Her fingers travelled down over Rain’s slight paunch toward the small patch of pink curls between Rain’s legs. Rain giggled happily when Sarah’s fingers found the prize.

“Aw!” Rain complained when Sarah stopped teasing her bud.

Sarah dipped her thumb into the glass of wine then ‘painted’ Rain’s left nipple with the sweet wine. She then bent her head and suckled on Rain’s tightly constricted nipple. She then painted the right nipple with wine as she and Rain kissed.

“You know, you never did tell me about your first, you know, how you come to find out you’re bisexual,” Rain whispered into Sarah’s ear as Sarah slowly teased Rain’s clitoris once more.

“Hmm? I didn’t?” Sarah asked. “You sure I didn’t tell you about…”

“And by this point? I honestly don’t even think I am bi anymore,” Sarah thought, looking at the flickering candlelight reflected in Rain’s light green eyes. “I think I love you so totally and completely…”

“Oh! Oh! Or how you got turned on to anal,” Rain declared.

“Well, it’s the same story,” Sarah smiled, draining her glass of wine.

Sitting in the living room of Dr. Rieschman’s spacious home, Sarah had seventeen year old Heidi Rieschman seated between her splayed legs, braiding the girl’s white blonde hair into two thick braids. The second braid finally finished, Sarah then pinned the two braids into an elaborate design on the girl’s head. Happily, Heidi scampered off to show her father her fun, fanciful and elaborate hairdo.

Dr. Rieschman barely acknowledged his youngest daughter’s hairstyle, grunting out that it looked cute. Mrs. Rieschman did not give their youngest child any attention; she was well into her daily bottle of gin.

Seeing the deflated look in Heidi’s eyes, Sarah knew what had just transpired. The house was large, ostentatious, meticulously maintained as it sat, nestled among other large homes on Roberts Drive. The furniture was sleek, modern, trendy; the colors warm and inviting. But there was no warmth inside the four walls that formed the building.

Twenty one year old Ronald Rieschman entered the living room. Sarah smiled a genuine smile of happiness when Ronald noticed his sister’s braided hair and complimented her on the elaborate hairdo. Needlessly, Ronald reminded Sarah that they were dropping Heidi off at the Sweet Oak Ice Skating rink for a group date this Valentine’s day.

“Oh! Oh! Daddy! Daddy, I need money,” Heidi remembered, dashing again from living room to the house’s library.

“And you did make reservations, right?” Sarah asked Ronald as he helped her to her feet.

“For Geno’s? On Valentine’s Day? Probably their busiest day of the year? Nnnaaahhh! What? You think we might have trouble getting in?” Ronald teased his girlfriend, giving her a kiss.

The front door slammed shut. A millisecond later, they heard feet hammering up the stairs. Ronald waited for a count of three to see if either his father or his mother would come in to see what the source of the commotion might be. With a sigh, he gave Sarah a second kiss then urged her to sit again.

“What was that?” Heidi asked, stuffing a few twenty dollar bills into her purse.

“Don’t know. For once, I’m almost as clueless as you,” Ronald teased the girl.

“Shut up!” Heidi shrilled, slapping Ronald’s arm as he passed her, walking to the stairs.

“He is such a butt head,” Heidi complained, flopping onto the couch next to Sarah. “You sure you really love him?”

“Pretty sure,” Sarah smiled as she watched Ronald’s taut buttocks leaving the room.

A moment later, he reappeared and beckoned to Sarah. Sarah approached and he guided her toward the stairs.

“Ilsa’s shit head boyfriend, damn, I really do not like that Jerome, you hear,” Ronald whispered as they ascended the stairs toward the second floor of the three story home. “Picks today. Today of all days to tell Ilsa he’s breaking up with her. He’s found someone else. Believe that?”

“No! Oh! Poor Ilsa; I just can’t believe…” Sarah gasped.

“So, I’m trying to get her to come with us. Geno’s said it’s no problem adding a third person to the table,” Ronald went on.

Sarah kissed him, then went into Ilsa’s room. She’d been in this room several times; she and Ilsa had been friends for the three years of high school together, even before Sarah and Ronald had begun dating.

“Hey,” Ilsa said forlornly from her bed.

“Hey,” Sarah agreed, easing onto the bed and gathering the beautiful blonde into an embrace. “I’m so sorry about you and Jerome.”

“He’s an asshole,” Ilsa sobbed out.

“No argument from me,” Sarah said. “Listen. You, you’re my best friend. I, I’d really like it if you’d come with Ronnie and me. Please?”

It took a little finagling and cajoling, but finally Ilsa did relent. After the two girls repaired their makeup, they were ready to leave the room. Then Ilsa gasped and whirled, scampering to her low dresser.

“I, I don’t have any panties on,” she whispered to Sarah.

“Hey, Ilsa?” Sarah sang out.

“Huh?” Ilsa asked, looking up from her open drawer.

“Me neither,” Sarah said, lifting the hem of her short skirt and flashing her friend her neat triangle of blonde fur.

With a naughty giggle, Ilsa slammed the drawer of her dresser shut. Hand in hand, the two best friends rushed from the room.

“We’re leaving,” Ronald told their parents.

“Hmm. Have fun,” Dr. Rieschman grunted, eyes firmly on the financial news.

Their mother mumbled something in a drunken slur but no one paid the thirty seven year old drunkard any mind. The four young people left the large, well-appointed, meticulously cleaned home, heading for the garage.

At the Sweet Oak Ice Skating rink, Ronald spoke briefly with Allison Dyers’ mother to make sure that Heidi had a ride home. Mrs. Dyers agreed, lips pursed in disapproval as her daughter Allison seemed to be paying a little too much attention to a preening, posturing Latino that was with the group.

“Uh? Hey?” Ronald playfully complained when he discovered that Ilsa and Sarah were seated in the back seat of the SUV; earlier Sarah had been seated to his right.

“Oh, be quiet,” Sarah said.

“Yeah. Just drive,” Ilsa ordered.

Ronald smiled as Sarah and Ilsa sat, whispering, chattering and squealing for the ten minute drive from ice skating rink to Geno’s Fine Italian Dining. He let them out in front of the restaurant then drove off to find a parking space.

“Ah yes, here we are, Mr. Rieschman,” the hostess agreed, smiling when the three stood in the foyer of the restaurant.

The trio sat and chattered and ate and laughed and chattered and ate. They sampled from each other’s plates and Ronald and Sarah shared a few kisses. Seeing Ilsa’s forlorn expression after she and Ronald had kissed, Sarah leaned over and softly kissed Ilsa’s light pink lips. On impulse, Sarah playfully edged the hem of Ilsa’s skirt upward.

“Sarah! You, you nasty girl!” Ilsa squealed, laughing as she pushed at Sarah’s hand.

“What’s nasty about it?” Sarah whispered, eyes alive with excitement.

“What? What’s she doing?” Ronald asked his sister.

“She, she’s trying to show off my, my…” Ilsa said then whispered, “Pussy to everyone here.”

“Sarah!” Ronald mock-chastised his girlfriend.

“Ronnie!” Ilsa squealed as Ronald reached over and playfully tugged at the hem of her skirt.

“We, we’re going to the Budget-Stay,” Sarah confided to Ilsa as they waited in front of the restaurant for Ronald to fetch the car; he’d had to park a few blocks away.

“Ooh!” Ilsa teased. “Your first time?”

“You come?” Sarah begged, not answering Ilsa’s question.

“I, WHAT? Sarah, you, you serious?” Ilsa squealed, scandalized.

“Please?” Sarah begged, blowing warm breath into Ilsa’s ear as she pulled the girl into an embrace.

“You mean, like, like Charlotte’s sleep-over?” Ilsa whispered, even though no one else was around to overhear her words.

“Just like Charlotte’s,” Sarah nodded as the SUV coasted to a stop in front of them.

“Sarah, that, that’s my brother,” Ilsa said, hesitating.

“Ilsa, I know that,” Sarah agreed, opening the door of the rear passenger side.

“So we’re dropping Ilsa…” Ronald said as Ilsa followed Sarah into the rear seat.

“She’s COMING with us,” Sarah announced.

“I, you, you sure?” Ronald said, pulling onto the street.

“Uh huh,” Ilsa whispered, cheeks red.

“She said yes,” Sarah said.

Sarah would have had to be blind to not notice the very striking similarities between herself and Ilsa and Heidi Rieschman. Even before the two schoolmates had become friends, Sarah had noticed their similar features. Upon learning the beautiful blonde’s name, Sarah had quizzed her father and mother if they were by chance any relation to the Rieschman family.

“Wait. What happened at Charlotte’s sleepover?” Rain interrupted as the gentle jets soothed them.

“Honestly? Not a whole lot. Typical high school stuff. Played ‘truth or dare’ and did some kissing and stuff,” Sarah said. “You could tell everyone wanted to go a lot further but none of us wanted to be called ‘lezzie’ so no one ever said anything.”

“Lezzie,” Rain teased then laughed when Sarah pinched her on her buttocks.

“Want some more fudge?” Sarah asked, producing the small tin of her very first ever batch of homemade chocolate fudge.

“I, I can’t believe you made this for me,” Rain cooed, eyes shining.

“I can’t believe I made this either,” Sarah agreed. “I am not Miss Suzy Homemaker.”

“I bet you will be,” Rain enthused, kissing Sarah. “When our baby comes? You going be the best Mommy in the world.”

“Love, love, love our baby,” Sarah enthused, placing her hand on Rain’s belly again.

“But come on. You and your boyfriend and his step-sister…” Rain prodded.

“Step? Step-sister? No, no, Ilsa? Is Ronnie’s sister,” Sarah stated, helping herself to a piece of the dark, gooey fudge.

“Wwhhaatt?” Rain cried out.

The Budget-Stay Motel was secreted behind a Burns & Burns Grocers grocery store and had a strip mall on one side. For added privacy, the motel’s parking lot was situated in the rear of the squat two story cinderblock building.

“By the hour or staying all night?” the bored clerk asked Ronald when he came into the small lobby.

“All night,” Ronald said, seeing the placard announcing the price per hour was twenty two dollars but all night was thirty eight dollars.

He had no idea how long he and Sarah and Ilsa might use the room, but was sure it would be longer than an hour. Even with a few hundred dollars in his wallet, Ronald could not help but be frugal. He had better things to spend his money on.

“Need some privacy?” the man asked, looking over Ronald shoulder toward the SUV.

He did not see a wedding band on Ronald’s finger, but knew an SUV was a family car. The hot little blonde he briefly saw did not look like a wife; she looked more like a coworker or an old high school flame returned to town for a brief visit.

(The clerk was a burgeoning writer; in between his duties as a clerk, he was busily typing a murder mystery set in a sleazy motel in a southern metropolis…)

“I suppose,” Ronald said, finding the question to be an odd one.

“Fine, fine,” the clerk said, actually a little disappointed that Ronald Rieschman was just a typical kid that needed a nice flat and relatively clean surface to fuck his girlfriend.

Just as Ronald reached the door, the key card for Room 112 in hand, the clerk thought to tell Ronald about the free movies with every room. Ronald gave the clerk a small smirk; he doubted he’d have time to look at television.

“Yep; just hit ‘two’ and use the channel button to scroll up and down. Find what you like, just punch the number in and it’ll come up,” the clerk informed him.

Upon entering room 112, Sarah and Ilsa had to examine every square inch of the room. Then, Sarah decided she had to pee. So, she and Ilsa ducked into the bathroom.

“Hit two…” Ronald said, turning the television on.

Cum Shots was 08. Gang bangs was 09. Ronald also hesitated on Anal, but finally decided to see what Gang Bangs looked like.

“Ronnie!” Ilsa squealed.

“What are you watching?” Sarah demanded, seeing one small breasted blonde woman being made air-tight by three black men.

Swiveling to respond, Ronald dropped the remote when he saw two beautiful blondes standing with their arms around each other. Both girls were nude, displaying nicely rounded breasts, flat tummies, sweetly rounded hips and cute little pussies capped with blonde curls.