Chapter 2

“I’m Samantha, everyone calls me Sam. Thanks. Think I’d like to just shoot the breeze for awhile.”

“Seems like it. My girlfriend packed up and left me. Took the car.”

“About an hour ago. She screamed ‘I’m out of your life’ and she was gone. We’d been together for a few years too.”

“Sorry Sam. I’m Kate. This is Susan. We live up in the Napa Valley.”

“The City. Too bad it was in her place. Not going to be fun packing up.”

Seems everyone that lives in San Francisco just calls it ‘The City’, and woe to the person that calls it ‘Frisco’. Probably more than a few tourists have floated face down under the Golden Gate Bridge for making such an utterance.

Sam chugged the warm remains of the old Corona and handed it to the waiter as he handed us icy cold fresh ones still in the bottle with the top removed.

“Our new friend.” I held up my bottle. We all clinked the bottles together and smiled at each other.

Sam stroked the long neck of the bottle as if trying to give it an orgasm.

She stared at the ground like she was reading a book. “The wetness makes me think how my pussy would get. … Sorry, shouldn’t have said that.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” I wiggled my big toe against hers.

“Thanks. You’re being nice.” She started to tear up a little. “Maybe I should be alone for awhile.”

Susan noticed my toe against Sam’s. She did the same to Sam’s other foot. “I would like to believe we might understand. I’ve been dum … left more than once. At our age, probably all of us have.”

“Of course … you’re right. It’s just so fresh. Hard to just say ‘fuck her’ or ‘more fish in the sea’ you know.”

“Do what makes you feel better. Maybe we can have lunch? After you take a nap?”

“I’d like that … a lot. It’s 10:15, maybe if I hide for an hour.”

“We’re in 198, but we’ll meet you right here.” I held up my nearly full Corona. “Not a fast drinker.”

As Sam walked away, I looked over at Susan.

She squeezed my hand. “You’re so kind. That was real nice of you.”

“Check her nice ass wrapped in that skimpy one piece.”

“Yup. Noticed. That and the rest of her fine body. A nice romp.”

“Oh baby, you’re wicked. One of the things I love about you.”

I rolled over. “Any volunteers for putting a little suntan lotion on me?”

Wake up lazy head. Lunch time.” I looked around and found Sam kneeling by the edge of my lounge chair. Her hand resting on my back. Her fingers rubbing, the tips probing the sun warmed and greasy skin.

“Careful. May make you do that forever.”

Susan slapped me on the butt. “Hey? I thought that was my job.”

“Depending on what she’s like between my legs, you might become second string.” I looked at Susan with a huge grin. We all laughed, much to the shock of an couple even older than us that had overheard me. Her mouth was dangling open, concrete marks visible on her chin, and he wasn’t much better off. I was ready to scream for the medics.

Susan rested her hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Well first string. Let’s eat lunch at the restaurant, then a little dessert in the room.”

Lunch was a bundle of laughs, some hand holding, and acting like we’d known each other all our lives. As we walked down the hall, there was no question of what would happen. Sam’s hand had a firm grip on Susan’s hip, and her other arm around my waist.

Susan and I lay on opposite sides of Sam, our faces next to hers, taking turns kissing her lips, parting them with our tongues, our tongues licking, touching, batting, almost fencing, against hers.

She mumbled something. We stopped long enough for her to say “This feels so … right. To be with both of you.”

Susan and I looked into her gray blue eyes for a moment, nodded our heads yes, and resumed our kissing. Our hands explored her body, her small shapely breasts, her flat stomach, her mound, the indentation of the material over the valley to her soul.

A low soft moan escaped her mouth around our tongues.

While Susan kissed her, I pulled her fabric between her legs to one side letting her labia to rise freely into the air. I rubbed my fingers across it almost as if I were rippling a deck of cards or making that funny noise rubbing a finger over the lips of my mouth. “So pretty.” A finger crossed her clit. A gasp, another moan.

We met for dinner. Sam had a half empty cocktail glass.

I waved. “You look pretty nice with clothes.” I smiled, letting it turn into a big grin. A man at the other end of the bar also smiled and held his glass up.”

The three of us sat in a rounded booth, Sam in the middle.

Susan placed her hand over Sam’s. “Nice to have you between us. Nice to be between parts of you.”

Sam reached over and placed her other hand on mine. “Both of you have helped to take the sting of this morning away. I love you. Hard for me to put it into words.”

Susan and I leaned in and kissed Sam’s face at the same time.

“We talked before dinner and want you to know we would love for you to join us for the night.”

The bright red numerals on the clock showed 1:30, the PM dot now gone. A face, a hand, lay between each others legs. Hard to tell lips of mouths from lips of pussy with the same lightly crusted dried fluids covering them. A radiant glow over everyone as we lay exhausted, almost asleep. Heads shifting to rest on a nearby thigh.

It wasn’t until a few unheard knocks on the door had gone unheard too long, when a maid stood in the doorway and let out a soft “Excuuuseee me! I’ll come back later.”, that we started to wake up.

“9:30. What lazy bums!” Sam slapped my ass. A loud whack echoed through the room.

“Who just killed who?” Susan mumbled still half asleep.

“She mortally wounded me.” I grabbed my chest. “I’llll try to live. Don’t forget me … please.”

That was our first day and night with Sam.

On the way home she sat, all of us talking about our lives, continuing to bond. It was already like a tight knit family, this was just smoothing out the little pills off top of the weave. Stupid jokes, silly sing-a-longs to silly songs on the radio, it was all good. It was all wonderful.

We drove to our place, deciding to leave her things at her ex’s place for a few days. Phone calls are often more comfortable for awhile. After all, with a little laundry, she had plenty of things to wear. And she had us.

“This is a fantastic place. A pool? Oh my God!”

With my arm around Sam’s waist, I lead her into the master bedroom. “Put your things in here. We can move some stuff around in the closet later. Nice king sized bed should be big enough for the 3 of us. Do you have to work tomorrow?”

“Just a struggling photographer. My studio is in The City, but actually I do a lot of landscape photography around here. An Aunt has some land up the coast.”

“There’s large extra room if you want to move your studio here. Not sure what the needs might me. We could help you find a place for it in town. Maybe you could set up a gallery and shop.”

“I can’t believe how both of you have just taken me into your lives. We were strangers, now it feels we have been a family forever.”

The years continued to be wonderful, kind to the three of us. Our long straight hair now starting to accumulate some gray, maybe too much. Our skin not quite as fine as before. With work, our bodies have maintained a little of the youthful shapes we used to have. It was nice aging together. For some, age can be so mean. We were lucky. Lucky to have each other too.