Dorsai - Taxi

Elisse shook her head and replied "No, that's not it. She told me that when you asked if she wanted to undress you that she just turned around and started getting things ready; it wasn't you being naked that bothered her as much as it was her having an attack of nerves. She'll be just fine now… you'll see."

Hoping that if there was a problem that Elisse would be just as quick to tell Gina that it was her idea, I set my shorts aside and just followed Elisse – and enjoyed the view I had of her ass moving as she walked ahead of me. When we got to the living room, I saw that Gina was there with Demosthenes on her lap, petting him as he purred his contentment. Gina's only reaction to our appearance was to encourage us to sit down, and ask if we wanted anything.

That basically set the tone for the next few days. Between bouts of fornicating with one or the other of them, they made sure that I got all the tender loving care I could want. The only time I had to open the bag of clothes I'd brought along was when I was ready to go home; the rest of the time, getting "dressed" consisted of putting on undershorts when it was time for meals.

I really don't remember how many times I had sex with each of them; all I'm sure of is that it was the same number for both, since Elisse was the last one I was with before I went home for some much-needed rest.

Each time that Gina and I were together after the first, she was more comfortable about it… as well as better able to participate in what we were doing. That was even more true with Elisse. Though she never did have an orgasm while I was fucking her, it was pretty clear to me that she liked having me fucking her more and more. I found out later that Gina was aware of that – and not only didn't mind, but was actually happy for Elisse.

Just over a couple of weeks later, after I'd had lunch in their place, I was quietly informed that Gina had "caught" – she was several days past the start of her period, and early pregnancy tests the previous few days had all read positive. A few days later, Gina was present when Elisse asked me if I'd be willing to come over and try it again. I said that I would, pleasing both of them.

The second time, Elisse and I barely had to get out of bed the entire time; Gina happily dedicated herself to taking care of almost anything and everything we needed.

The next thing I heard from them was that Elisse was pregnant, too. As both of them steadily grew larger and larger (!), they continued to invite me over – and not just for the foot rubs, massages, and shoulder to cry on that I willingly provided.

I was in the waiting room when each of them gave birth, and wasn't particularly surprised when Gina's boy got the name Edward James; Elisse's daughter was Jamie Lynn. Both kids had the normal compliment of appendages and innards, and proved to be in fine shape. Gina and Elisse both breastfed, and both offered me samples of what the kids got; I accepted in both cases, and complimented the chef.

True to their word, neither of them ever asked me for any kind of financial or other support, though they welcomed the gifts and supplies that I willingly offered. Known to them as "Jim", a friend of their mothers, I was a small part of the kids lives as they grew up – taking them to the park every so often, maybe to the circus when it was in town, or keeping their mother(s) company during school plays or similar functions. Both kids were coming up on ten years old when Gina and Elisse were offered the opportunity to take over the operation of a full-blown restaurant in another state. Though it hurt me some to do so, I encouraged them to accept. They finally did, and we said our farewells at the train station. Both of them were crying, and I think they knew how sorry I was to see them go, even though I managed to keep my own eyes dry.

That was several years ago, and I still get letters from them, as well as photos of the kids. Both are almost done with high school, and ready to go on to college with excellent academic histories. I wish I could go to their high school graduation, but that would risk my being too close when Gina and Elisse find out about the college education accounts I set up for the kids – I just hope they don't come back to town for the express purpose of kicking my ass… or even worse, taking me to bed together.

I've been driving a cab for a lot of years. Along the way, I've gotten the usual offers from hookers, pimps, dealers, and other lowlifes. I've also had no small number of out-of-towners hinting that they'd like to get hooked up with one or more of the previously mentioned underworld denizens.

On the plus side, I've also had the chance to meet a pretty fair number of honest, decent people. Some of them have had problems of one kind or another, and as a college philosophy major that dropped out so that I could try to put what I'd learned into practice, I've been able to offer some help to those that seemed to need it – or even those that have come right out and asked for it.

Part of my outlook on life is that there are certain obligations and responsibilities that go along with the rights and privileges that a free society enjoys. One of the things that I do to help fulfill those obligations is that I offer free rides to women and kids that need to get out of an abusive household and to a shelter. Sadly, I usually get several such calls during a year; most of the time, the women and kids completely forget who gave them the ride – which is fine with me. A few of them, they not only remember, but actually take the time to find me afterwards and thank me. An even smaller number have gone on to become friends. Only once did it go even farther than that…

Several years ago, I got word from a women's shelter that they'd gotten a call from a woman that was ready to get away from her abusive husband. I got over to where the woman lived just a couple of minutes ahead of her husband getting home. I'd gotten her and her 8-year-old daughter into my cab when he pulled up. When he saw that she was leaving, he got all kinds of upset and irate… even to the point of threatening ME. He got up in my face and said he was going to kick my ass, only to be surprised when I told him that if he so much as touched me, he'd draw back a bloody stump; then that I'd call the cops and not only have him arrested, but actually press charges – and file a civil suit against him when all of that was over. He'd backed off, and I'd been able to get the woman and girl away from him. He'd tried to follow me, but the one thing a cabbie knows how to do is drive; I used a few tricks I'd learned to get rid of him before I took my two passengers to the actual shelter location, which was someplace completely different than their offices (for obvious reasons). Before the staff got her and her daughter inside, the woman – Doris Thompkins, I'd learned – hugged me, and thanked me for being willing to stand up to her husband. I just told her that I was glad to do it, and wished her well.

To my surprise, I got a call from her a few weeks later; she'd written down my name from the hack license in my rig, and wanted to know if it would be okay for her lawyer to depose me as part of the divorce proceedings. I said that I'd be delighted, and did just that. As it turned out, my statement of what had gone on influenced the judge; not only was Doris granted her divorce in something close to record time, but the judge had gone on to slap an extremely restrictive restraining order against her ex.

While she was getting herself and her daughter, Gail, ready to start living on their own, she continued to stay in touch with me: not only was I someone that had helped her, but I "knew" what her ex-husband had been like, and could understand the things she told me as she got herself purged of the fear and feelings of helplessness and everything else she was carrying around inside. I was also there to listen to Gail when she wanted to talk about what her life had been like, too, and help her understand that none of what had gone on had been her fault. As the weeks passed, I became a good friend to Doris and something like a favorite uncle to Gail.