Felicity Ch. 01

Harriet and Sally briefly complained about the noise before plopping back to sleep. Even though they each had their own bed both were sleeping in Sally's.

Our laughter and our wrestling left us breathless. We kissed anyway.

"Damn," she said.

She rolled off me and got up and headed to the bathroom. As I busied myself retrieving our covers from the floor I saw her detour to her dresser before continuing. When she returned to bed she was wearing panties.

As she crawled next to me she said, "Sometimes being a woman is very inconvenient."

"I want a divorce." I said as I pulled her close to me.

"You can't have one. It is temporary you know, plus you will be getting blowjobs. If you really need it you can fuck me anyway."

"Would you enjoy it?"

"No, not really."

"Then there is no point in that."

"There is another place."

"Would you enjoy that?"

"No, it hurts too much."

"Then there is no point in that either."

I got out of bed and went to my dresser. I returned to bed wearing loose gym shorts, my normal sleepwear when alone.

I heard a soft squeal of delight from her as she pressed her body to mine.

I really, really loved that sound.

"The next time you see me without panties I will expect an immediate fuck."

"Deal."

"What is on the agenda for tomorrow? She asked.

"We are shopping for a ring."

Another squeal as she jumped on my body and kissed me hard.

"That will not take long, I know where it is," she said. "I saw it last Thursday."

"Last Thursday? You were taking a lot for granted then."

"Not really, I already knew.

Have I told you I am madly in love with you?"

"No, never."

"Remind me to tell you sometime."

We kissed until sleep demanded our attention.

Each succeeding night since I met her I had gone to sleep happier than I had been the night before. That record remained intact.

I knew how lucky I was.

Tuesday morning we had a leisurely breakfast during which she wore just panties so I did too, well my gym shorts. I also had put on underwear because I felt I needed to hide my erections from her since she could not use them.

My good intentions went awry as she simply pulled my shorts and underwear down and slurped my cock into her mouth for a few seconds at every opportunity. She never bothered to pull them back up so I eventually just gave up and wore only a t-shirt for the rest of the morning.

Eventually we dressed and she drove but it was no ordinary jewelry shop she took us to but an antique shop in downtown Felicity that specialized in estate jewelry. The owner was a tallish, striking, red headed woman Janice's age or a bit older with magnificent tits.

I wondered if she had been Mrs. Shaw's sex buddy.

She greeted Janice with a kiss on the lips that told me they had shared many kisses before.

Her name was Wendy and I learned that she was also a jewelry artist of some renown. One wall of her shop displayed her own creations and they were very much unique.

After Janice introduced us Wendy kissed me and her kiss told me there would be many more to come.

"Keep your hands off his dick you witch," I heard Janice say.

I did not know where Wendy's hand was but as she broke the kiss she grabbed my dick and squeezed it.

"Witch."

"Guilty. I will get your rings," Wendy said with a giggle.

It was easy for me to see that they were close friends, perhaps best friends.

Before she went to a back room she kissed Janice again and may have darted her tongue into her mouth.

Janice turned to me and said, "No, she and I have never had sex."

My response surprised her, I asked, "Why not?"

Janice considered the question and finally said, "I don't know."

I kissed her and held her close to me.

She understood.

"You really are a miracle," she said.

Wendy returned with an ornate silver music box. Inside there were three rings, two matching wedding bands and the first engagement ring whose appearance ever made an impression on me. It was antique yellow gold with delicate scrolling around the band. It had a very bright bluish diamond, a bit over a karat, surrounded by slivers of rubies, and emeralds. It looked like a flower.

I briefly worried about its affordability but reminded myself that no matter what it cost I could afford it. I also knew that even if I could not afford it I would still get it for Janice.

"I already sized it for you," Wendy said as she took out the engagement ring and started to hand it to Janice. I intercepted it, took Janice's hand and kissed it, then slipped the ring on her finger as I kissed her lips.

God I loved that little squeal.

"She will wear it home," I said as I pulled out my wallet. Wendy came to me and kissed me on the cheek as she gave me a ferocious hug while pressing her tits to my body.

"I see what you mean," she said to Janice, both of them fighting off tears.

Before she processed the transaction she told me to wait because she had to size my wedding band. Janice wandered over to the wall that had Wendy's originals and started looking as Wendy proceeded to measure my ring finger.

As my hand was extended Wendy made sure my fingertips made contact with her nipples, I felt them get hard.

My ring matched Janice's wedding band exactly and it would be only the second ring I would ever wear. My right hand ring finger had my MIT ring on it.

In my previous life I never had a wedding band. My ex had never bothered to get me one. It was my first clue that to her I was just temporary help.

The bill was for over fifteen thousand dollars. Just five years before such a bill for jewelry would have killed me. I seldom paid that much for cars.

That morning the shock was because I was positive the set was worth at least twice that. I suspected we were getting it at her cost.

The rings had a folio with their short history and Janice would be just the fourth woman to wear them. I would be first man to wear the wedding band. Wendy had made that herself to match the other rings.

The music box was solid silver and very ornate. It played a waltz from Chopin when the lid was open. It was signed under the lid and was stunned to learn the signature was Chopin's.

I put the pay slip and pen down without signing and went over to Janice.

"I want you to pick out matching pieces for Jana and Shawna. They deserve a gift from me. Pick something out for Lucy too. I suspect she has not gotten a present from a man recently."

I did not get a squeal that time, just a bone crushing embrace. I decided that would do nicely too.

Wendy decided that my ring only needed minor adjustment and she placed a slip with number in the box and took it to the back room. Janice re-joined me at the counter carrying four pieces of jewelry, all of stunning design. She had picked out two necklaces with pendants that were the mirror images of each other and a third necklace with a pendant resembling a modern art rose.

She had also picked a brooch with a smallish flower and asked Wendy if she could get it to match the rose on her ring. Wendy told her it would not be a problem and took it to the back room and put it with our ring box.

It cost me almost twenty thousand dollars to get out of the shop but I still thought I was getting out cheap. I figured that just the rings and music box were probably worth well over forty thousand dollars.

As a bonus I got another kiss and grope from Wendy.

"Witch."

"I already confessed," said Wendy then Janice gave her an enthusiastic kiss. That time I was sure tongues were exchanged as they pressed their tits together.

Wendy seemed surprised to have felt all of her passion for Janice returned. After their kiss Wendy gave Janice a questioning look. Janice glanced at me then gave Wendy a nod and a soft kiss.

Wendy moaned, jumped back into my arms and kissed me hard before returning to Janice for another passionate kiss.

A further understanding had been achieved.

We spent the rest of the day shopping. At the Megamart in the next town down the state highway. I got what I needed for bathroom shelves while she made copies of our keys. I bought some picture frames, (with her coaching), and some photo printing paper and she got new shower curtains. She claimed the mold on my old shower curtain was moving.

We went to the grocery store and she bought "things that were healthy for me."

At each store all the checkout ladies gushed praises on Janice's ring. The pride I saw in her confirmed that I had gotten a bargain in more ways than one.

I decided I needed to be nice to the horny old redhead.

Once home she put away the groceries while I fixed us some hot tea with a splash of Don Q then we sat in the loveseat facing the aquarium.

My friend Jim had set it up for me and what I had at first considered an extravagant whim had become my often much-needed emergency trip to the tropics. Jim owned the town's only pet shop and was a relative newcomer like me.

He was also as shy as me but we would at times meet at a run down bar called The Tiki and visit with its owner Sam, a word famous architect hiding in our small town.

Janice and I sipped our tea as we watched the fish and invertebrates and were generally content to be close to each other. As she had done throughout the day Janice would at times extend her hand and admire her ring.

That made me happy too.

After our teatime we hung pictures. I printed a photo that had her and the mako shark at the peak of its last jump and hung that in one the living room. Even though no nipples were visible in the picture it was obvious that Janice was topless.

The picture with her bare tits and her king fish was hung in the bedroom on my side of the bed. I dug out the picture of Matt in his cap and gown during graduation, framed it, then put it over my dresser.

Janice had pictures of her three girls in caps and gowns over hers.

We hung shelves in the bathroom and although I had intended to mount a couple of glass shelves in the bedroom for her music boxes I ended up installing them in the living room.

I wanted the first music box she had gotten from me to be seen too. I learned that the other four music boxes had been fortieth birthday presents to Janice from her daughters and Wendy.

After we finished and admired our handiwork it sank into my brain that we were home.

Our home.

I lifted her into my arms and kissed her hard and often.

She got me naked then took us out into the porch and gave me a love filled blowjob.

We cuddled on our new lounger until the stars came out.

Crawling onto bed together that night felt so completely right that I was suddenly afraid. The dread disappeared as soon as Janice molded her body next to mine and said,

"I love you so deeply it hurts."

I confessed, "I love you so much it sometimes sends me into a panic. I feel this can't be real, that it's to good to be true,"

She said, "That is the astonishing part for me, I know it's real, I know you are real. Life has rewarded us for something we may not understand and we would be ungrateful not to fully accept it. We love and need each other as much as any two people on Earth do. I think we are supposed to set an example."

"You are a very wise lady, except for your taste in men for which I am eternally grateful.

Have I mentioned that...?"

She quieted me with a kiss.

I guess she knew.

Another night ending happier than the one before.

The Fate Klotho wound Janice and Ben's life strings tightly together then at last handed their braided strings to her sister Lachesis, the Fate of life of lots. She had already apportioned wealth to each and was now adding the long braids of others around both.

Lachesis kissed her younger sister and reminded her that she was behind schedule. Klotho nodded and began to wind a new long string around Wendy's life thread.