Dorsai - Taxi

After taking a sip of my beer, I told them "I thought you might like to watch a movie after supper", gesturing toward where my TV and movie collection were before adding "Until then, maybe you'd like to try something that I'll bet you haven't done for a while: Monopoly." An ex-girlfriend had had a fascination with the game, and insisted that we get it – then left it behind when she'd moved out after deciding that I was too intellectual for her taste, and didn't have enough "gumption" to suit her.

It took only a few moments for Ellen and Carol to brighten up and agree that that sounded like a fine idea. Rather than shuffle furniture around, we elected to simply sit on the floor and use the coffee table. Once the game was underway, Demosthenes came back in and jumped up on the couch, where Carol and Ellen would pet him between turns as he pulled guard duty for the bank.

With only the three of us playing, the game couldn't go on too long, but there were still enough of us to make it last long enough: I deliberately played a somewhat riskier game than usual so that I would be free to take care of dealing with supper when it came time. I was nearly bankrupt when it was decided that we were all hungry; my offer to spring for pizza was welcomed by both of them, since their home was well outside the range of the nearest place. I'd gone broke and was serving as banker when the delivery person showed up; Demosthenes lost his servants when they opted to eat between turns, instead of petting him. They made it up to him by giving him a few pieces of meat from the pizza, after they'd cleared it with me. It was a little past seven when Carol was able to put an end to the game after her mother landed on her (Carol's) hoteled Park Place with only two railroads and a hundred and fifty dollars to her (Ellen's) name.

All of us were laughing and teasing each other as they helped me get the game back in the box; as I was leaving to put it away, I saw Ellen head for the bathroom while Carol made for my movie collection. When I got back to the living room, Ellen was with Carol, who had apparently found something that both of them wanted to watch. When they asked, I assured them that I was fine with whatever they wanted to see. When they handed it to me to load up as part of getting the TV and everything started, I felt a certain amount of satisfaction: from the way previous girlfriends and other females had responded to it, I was fairly confident that the nervousness about any physical contact with me that Ellen and Carol had would be gone by the time it was over.

Once I'd gotten everything set up, I loaded the movie and stood up. When I turned around, I saw that they were at opposite ends of the couch again – and had displaced Demosthenes, apparently to make room for ME. When she saw me hesitate, Ellen told me "Yes, we left room for you between us. We know you aren't going to start trying to grope us or anything, and we'd both like to have you next to us. So come on and sit down, before the movie starts."

Smiling, I did as I was told, and neither of them hesitated to scoot a little closer. Nor did either of them exhibit any concern when I put my feet up on the coffee table and my arms on the back of the couch.

Halfway through the movie, both of them were snuggled into my sides; by the time it was nearly finished, each had taken one of my hands and was holding it between both of hers. When the movie credits started rolling, a quick glance told me that Carol was wrapped up in her own thoughts; she didn't say or do anything as I gently extracted my hand from hers. When I looked at Ellen, I saw that she was looking at me. Something about her expression, and in her eyes, told me that it would be okay to give her at least a little kiss. Moving slowly, so that she'd have time to say something if she wanted to, I moved my head forward enough to place a brief, soft, and chaste kiss on her lips. When I looked at her again, I saw that she was a little surprised by it – and that she wouldn't be put out if I wanted to kiss her again.

I did, and it wasn't but a second after my lips touched hers that she began kissing me back. The second kiss went on for several seconds before I felt her start to pull away; I pulled my own head back, as well, and we sat there for a bit just looking at each other before she quietly stated "You're not going to push us about any of this."

"Not even a little bit. I don't do stuff like that anyway, but I'm being even more careful not to NOW – this is tough enough on the two of you without me pulling that kind of crap."

"Then why did you kiss me that first time?"

"Just so you'd know that I care – about you, and Carol, and what happens to both of you."

"And if or when I'm ready for it to be more than just caring?"

"Then you'll let me know. You're a grown woman, and you were married; I'm sure you can make it clear when you're ready for us to be more involved without me having to 'test' you every so often."

She considered that in silence for a few seconds before leaning toward me and making it plain that she wanted us to kiss again. My lips met hers, and it didn't take but a few seconds for our kiss to cease being just 'caring', and start meaning even more.

Several more kisses followed, and with each one I could feel things growing progressively stronger between us. Still, I was surprised when I felt her take one of her hands off of mine before using the other to guide my hand to her breast. As our kisses continued, I slowly and gently explored the mammary she'd entrusted to me: roughly the size of a grapefruit, it somewhat overfilled my hand; though I could feel that she was wearing a bra made out of some soft material, it wasn't difficult for my fingertips to find her nipple – and patiently tease it into standing up. After I had, I ran my thumb across it several times, accompanied by Ellen's soft moan. When I calmly moved my attentions to it's twin, I felt Ellen's tongue make glancing contact with my lips; I opened my lips in welcome even as I cupped her other breast in my hand. With the added stimulation of our tongues starting to fence in each others mouths, it didn't take anywhere near as long for me to get the peak of the breast in my hand to make itself known. Then it was back to the first to help it regain it's previous state before checking back with the second. It didn't take much of that before I had both nipples hard, and interrupting the otherwise smooth surface at the top of the blouse she was wearing.

It was after one of our latest kiss had ended and I heard her softly say "Dear god, it's been so long!" that I asked her "Do you want to stay here? Or would you rather we continue this someplace more comfortable?"

She looked into my face and saw that I was perfectly willing to accept either answer; satisfied, she hesitated only a moment to say "I… I think I'm ready for it to be more, now…"

I took her hand in mine, and as we stood up, I could see from the corner of my eye that Carol had been witness to what we'd been doing. Ellen didn't even seem to realize that her daughter had been with us when I directed her toward my bedroom. Once we were standing next to the bed, Ellen released my hand before reaching for the buttons on the blouse she was wearing. As she started unfastening them, she told me "I wasn't sure how we were going to get past that first physical contact with each other; but when you kissed me the way you did, and answered my questions that way, I knew I didn't have to worry about it – what you were doing just seemed so… natural and right that I finally realized that I wanted you to touch me. And when I put your hand on me, you were so gentle… it didn't take long for me to realize what I've been missing since my husband died, and that you're the kind of person that can show me the kind of love and pleasure that he did. I would have been nervous and embarrassed before, but now I'm not – I want you to see me, and touch me, and be with me."