Cowboy Double-Decker (18 page)

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fun.

“You need someone to look you in the eye, not gaze up in adoration,” said Doc to Bryan. “The only thing you can do on a pedestal is fall off. It ain’t a pretty sight, boy.”

“Kaela’s only here for a few weeks.” Bryan shrugged off the other men’s snorts of laughter. “She’s darn near broke, has no job, no family, and nowhere else to go. She’s got little but pride. I said we’d pay her to help Candy develop a website for us. She knows all about that Internet stuff.”

“You hold tight to that woman, Bryan Raman,” said Doc. “Put a ring on her finger first chance you get.”

“She’s not the type of woman I want to spend my life with. But I wish she’d do more than sleep in my bed,” grumbled Bryan.

* * * *

“Finally!” Candy stood on the front porch the next day, waving until the truck, containing two men and three full car seats, was out of sight. “And for your information, Kaela, I’m waving to make darn sure they keep on going!”

Kaela, shivering in her sweater, kept Candy company. She wasn’t sure what Candy planned for the day, but the other woman had a glint in her eye that made Kaela’s heart beat faster. What trouble could two women get into out here? The men promised they’d bring the children back from visiting Doc and Madge after ten that night. Candy said that was long enough to get into a whole lot of great trouble.

“Spa time!”

Candy grabbed Kaela’s arm and hustled her into the warm kitchen. Thick red dribbles of tomato soup and crumbs from grilled cheese sandwiches littered the table. Kaela reached to pick up a cloth, but Candy pushed her past the mess.

“Don’t even think of cleaning up. Until the gang returns, we are bachelor gals having a blast at a high class spa.”

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“I’ve never been to one of those,” said Kaela. “They’re way too expensive.”

“Neither have I, so we’ll just have to make it up as we go along.”

Candy pulled off her sweater and tossed it on the newel post at the bottom of the stairs as she passed. “I’ve got a couple bottles of strawberry Zinfandel chilling and a stash of chocolate. I don’t know about you, but I’ve been working hard and my muscles could use a soak. Wait until you see our super deluxe jungle-style hot tub.”

“I could get into that. Any rules I need to know?”

Candy stopped. She turned and lowered her voice ominously.

“Where we’re going, there
are
no rules.” She waggled her eyebrows and began unbuttoning her shirt. “Except the usual one—no clothes in the water. It’s time to get naked and go wild!”

Kaela stepped over Candy’s tossed shirt and started on her own.

Candy skipped down the hallway beside the stairs. At the end was a wide door. Kaela hadn’t opened it as she didn’t feel right opening the lock set at head height. Near the floor a cat door, far too small for a child to crawl through, suggested it was another door to the outside.

But instead of cold, she felt warm air when she pressed on the narrow swinging panel.

Candy flicked the lock and pushed the door open.

“Welcome to paradise!”

Kaela followed Candy, shut the door behind her, and gasped.

Warm, humid air encouraged her to shed her shirt. She pulled off her socks, stepping onto cool terra cotta tiles. She looked way up. A ceiling painted sky blue clashed with the gray November morning shown through the many skylights. Above the lush green, a wall of frosted windows filtered the light. Huge plants—trees, even—grew from giant pots set deep into the floor. A motor hummed, the sound mostly covered by running water.

“You can’t see it from here, but I’ve got a whole compost, grey water and hydroponics thing going.” Candy unzipped and stepped out of her pants and socks. “Fresh veggies and herbs all winter, even a
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few dwarf citrus trees. But what we want is over here.”

Down to hot pink bra and panties, Candy followed a river stone path curving between giant ferns. She stopped in front of what looked like a natural rock waterfall with a set of small pools.

“The water comes out super-hot from an underground aquifer. We tap into it to heat the house and for hot water. You might catch a whiff of sulfur now and then, but the filters get most of it.”

Kaela stripped to her white cotton panties. Candy giggled when she removed her hot pink bra. She swung a strap around her finger a few times and let it fly. When it landed high in a tree, she laughed, her large breasts jiggling.

“Adam will have to get that for me.” She stripped off her matching panties and tossed them as high as she could into the same tree. “Woo-hoo, a two-fer.”

Candy unselfconsciously bent over in front of a thigh-high weathered cedar door and opened a bar fridge. She took a bottle of white wine and two glasses from it, scooping a corkscrew from the rock ledge built into the wall. Kaela turned away, her face and body flushing, before Candy could notice how she stared at the other woman’s luscious body.

Candy had little pubic hair, and when she bent over, her lower lips peeked out from under her bottom.

“Get the strawberries, will you? After you’re naked, of course.”

Candy set the glasses on a flat rock. She held the bottle between her thighs, hissing at the chill, and popped the cork. She poured two glasses and then sat on a rock beside the pool like a nymph. One leg folded under her thigh, the other bent, her hand resting on her knee while she watched Kaela undress.

Kaela left her clothes in a tidy pile, bra and panties tucked under her pants so they couldn’t be seen, as she’d been taught. Her heart thudded. Did Candy plan more than a glass of wine with a friend?

Since Candy looked at her openly, she made herself do the same, rather than slide her eyes past as one does in changing rooms.

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Candy’s breasts were larger than her own, no longer high and firm. She had a poochy belly, but then she carried and nursed twins.

Kaela’s smaller breasts had swollen to centerfold size when nursing Scotty-the-piggy. Unlike Kaela, Candy trimmed her dark lower curls very short. Since she sat with one leg bent, Kaela could see the edges of her pink lips.

“Like what you see?”

Instead of waiting for a reply, Candy stood on the tile and struck a Zena-type pose, fists on hips and feet wide. As Kaela watched, the other woman’s nipples tightened. Kaela felt her own respond.

“Don’t be shy. We’re both women. You don’t have anything I don’t, except for that sweet blush rising from your curly red nest.”

When Kaela neither spoke nor moved, Candy carried both glasses over to her. She stopped with her breasts almost touching Kaela’s.

She held one glass out, brushing her hand against Kaela’s breast as if by accident. The glint in her eyes proved she’d done it on purpose. A shiver ran down Kaela’s spine in spite of the room’s heat. Bryan had woken her body with orgasms ten days ago and she hadn’t had one since. She was more than ready.

“Uh, thanks.” Kaela took the glass. They clinked them together and sipped. Enjoying the fruity taste, she took a larger sip and managed to meet Candy’s eyes.

“Did you know Bryan is a sucker for redheads?” Candy rolled her eyes and groaned. “No pun intended, though it was a good one.” She gestured at Kaela’s skin with her wine glass, brushing her nipple with the chilly glass. “Man, you have a lot of freckles.”

Kaela watched her nipple harden. “Bryan likes to count them, but he says he forgets the number and has to start over.”

“What does he use to count them? Finger, lips, tongue, or something else?” Candy waggled her eyebrows and took a deep sip.

“Um, so far, just his finger.”

“And how many times have you two had sex?”

“The whole way? Twice.”

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“Twice? That’s it?” Candy shook her head and tut-tutted before tossing back the rest of her glass. They wandered back to the water and sat on the smooth rock. Candy re-filled the glasses. “Do tell, girlfriend.”

Kaela carefully sat, surprised to find the rock warm and pleasantly rough. “You know how we were stuck together, right? I told him not to touch me, but the first morning we shared a bed I woke up thinking I’d had my first erotic dream. Until I discovered my nightie had two wet spots.”

“It wasn’t a dream?”

“No. But I did sort of dare him to touch me if I rolled onto his side of the bed.”

“Did you roll over on purpose?”

“I was sound asleep!”

“I bet your subconscious knew what you needed and made it happen.” Candy winked.

“Whatever.” Kaela smiled into her glass, remembering. “All that matters is that he proved a caring man could give me an orgasm.”

“Welcome to the joys of a studly, unselfish man!”

Candy lifted her glass in a toast and they both emptied their glasses. “I thought my ex was right, that I was the problem, until those boys showed me a new reality,” said Candy. When she refilled her glass again, her arm brushed against Kaela’s breast once more.

Kaela inhaled at the touch. The room was hot so she knew Candy’s matching nipples weren’t tight from cold.

“Let’s start in the middle pool.” Candy swigged back her wine, set her empty glass on the flat rock, and climbed in, sighing as she lay back.

“This isn’t real rock, is it?” Kaela rubbed her hand over the convenient ledges.

“No, Bryan designed it. It’s fiberglass or something, just like a regular tub but formed into the shape and color we wanted.” She filled and reclaimed her glass and leaned back. “No rough spots because
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that would
not
be fun.”

Candy watched Kaela over the rim of her glass as she stepped up and over. Kaela’s heart sped up at the impishly sexy wink Candy gave her. Kaela settled in a curved section across from Candy. It was just deep enough that their breasts floated on the surface. Or, Candy’s floated and Kaela’s touched the hot water.

“Some days I wish I was your size,” said Candy, sighing. “But Adam loves my boobs. It’s not as bad since I’ve lost weight in the last year. Even with two fathers to help, twins take a lot of effort. I can’t imagine working full time and taking care of Scotty all by myself.

Gad, you must be totally exhausted!”

“I try not to think about it,” replied Kaela. “Just get through the day the best I can, come home, and, when everything’s done, crash for a few hours until morning.”

“I really admire you. Scotty is such a rambunctious boy, either full-speed or asleep.” Candy shook her head. “Enough of that. We’re here to relax. No more mommy talk.”

“So what should we talk about?”

“Men!” Candy finished her glass and set it aside. She slid down until her chin almost touched the water. “The ones we have, the ones we want, and those we fantasize about.” She winked. “Not the same list.”

“What’s it like loving two men?” Kaela immediately colored and waved her words away. “Sorry, that was rude.”

Candy laughed, caught a wavelet in her mouth, and sat up, choking.

“Hon, we’re both naked and horny in a hot tub, alone in a huge home without another female our age within hundreds of miles. Our men are gone until tonight, we’re half looped on wine and there’s chocolate and strawberries waiting. If we can’t dish about men and sex with each other, we’re lost!”

Kaela smiled and nodded agreement, unable to say anything. Her head buzzed pleasantly, as if drowsy bumblebees gently bumped into
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her. The strawberry wine was too good. She never had more than one glass of wine, and she had two. Or was that three?

Candy settled back again. “What’s it like with two men?

Sometimes, it’s a pain in the butt. Literally!” She laughed. “But I wouldn’t give either of them up for the world.” She pointed a finger at Kaela. “Bryan says he’s not going to join Adam and me until you’re there as well. So I’ve got to put up with a gloating husband because he’s getting some and his partner isn’t and another horny bastard who’s frustrated as hell but won’t compromise.”

“I’m sorry about that,” said Kaela, flushing. “But I’m just not comfortable having sex in your home.” She hunched forward and folded her arms over her knees.

“Aw, take your time. Bryan needs a bit of character building anyway.” Candy lifted a leg out of the water and set it on the rock wall beside her. Steam drifted from her rosy flesh. “If he has to wait, he’ll appreciate you all the more. Adam had to think I was dead before he admitted to himself that he loved me enough to marry me,”

she groused, then smiled. “So I’m used to big, aggressive softies.”

“So, you don’t mind me saying no to Bryan? At least until I’m more comfortable with all this?”

“Nope. It does them good to be stopped by the short and curlies now and then.” Candy winked. “Mind you, when you do change your mind, he’ll find a way to get back at you. He’ll torture you with pleasure, not letting you come until he’s darn good and ready.”

Kaela’s pulse sped up. Her tissues swelled, imagining her

“punishment.” A bit dizzy, she leaned back and closed her eyes. Was she being silly by insisting on refusing him? Was she afraid of him or herself? She’d only been invited for a short visit. What if she got so used to having him near that she couldn’t face going on alone?

A soft foot touched her leg. She stilled, keeping her eyes closed, every sense concentrating. Water swirled past in warm, caressing ripples. The gentle gurgle of water over rock soothed her. Candy’s touch made her skin quiver when a foot slid around and up her inner
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thigh. It pressed lightly between her legs, long toes catching her curls.

Her heartbeat steadily increased, blood pumping loudly in her ears.

“Ever wonder what it would feel like to kiss a woman’s soft skin?” Candy murmured the words, barely heard over the waterfall.

“Men are so rough and hairy. It’s nice, but sometimes I wonder how different it would be with soft skin on mine.”

Kaela gulped and licked her lips. Water sloshed, wavelets tickling her breasts. She inhaled as something caught her nipple. Lips pressing together. She inhaled, lifting her ribcage.