Felicity Ch. 17

The units were designed to track up to five individual people by a face recognition interface. It was designed as a security surveillance unit but spotlights could be added to them too.

Because they had been added as an afterthought the spotlights had made the unit unreliable. The best it had ever done with spotlights was to track three people.

The spotlights had been precariously mounted too close to the optics so that dust, excessive heat, and the slightest jostle changed what the optics told the program it was seeing.

The machine was confused when the faces it had locked in suddenly changed and the machine did not like to be confused. The program immediately crashed or when in a good mood simply shut down. Allen had shut it down before the unit did either so I had some hope I could get it to do something.

I asked Allen for duct tape and a clean cloth then for the password to the unit. When I had everything secured, cleaned, and rebooted I asked him to send out one performer the spotlight was supposed to follow back on stage for a minute.

I figured I did not have time to set the program for more than one performer; after all we were in the intermission of a major operatic performance.

Not surprisingly the lead soprano came out. She knew to look up and as soon as I had her programmed in I gave it a test.

Allen and I watched as the spot tracked her stage right. She looked up and smiled then went behind the curtain.

By then the stage manager and the light technician were with us and I told them that I had only given the thing first aid and to treat it gently, not to ask it to do too much. They told me they were happy since there was only one guy working the spots and now they could just keep it on the tenor.

They shook my hand and patted me on the back. I followed Allen down and as I reached Helen the world famous soprano joined us and asked who fixed the spot. Allen told her I did and she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

One of the most famous voices in the opera world had just kissed me. I was stunned.

"Thank you," she said. "Stars of my magnitude deserve a spotlight on them at all times. Don't all of you agree?"

Helen's family and friends answered her statement with a chorus of raspberries, which prompted the soprano to curtsy and say, "Thank you, you are so kind."

Big laughter and lots of hugs ensued for the Diva after that bit of theatrics. The Diva seemed to fit right in with the family and not just because of her red hair but because she was as "touchy feely" as all of them. In fact the only one keeping his hands and lips to himself was me.

I was amazed by the fact that a world-class opera star felt so at ease with Helen's family that she felt free to put the diva in her aside for a few minutes.

I asked Wendy if she was playing the countess.

She answered, "Why yes. Did the cheesy costume give it away?"

Groans and boos followed that remark which is the appropriate response for a pun but my big grin obviously scored some points for me with Wendy. I love puns anyway.

I learned that Allen's favorite mezzo was his Aunt Wendy. She had the smallish role of Countess Camembert in the Merry Widow production. The Diva was of course Hanna, the merry widow.

It's an extremely demanding role and I was not too surprised that the Diva was performing with the alternate cast. There may not have been another lyric soprano that could handle the role within a thousand miles.

Their loud, boisterous conversation ended when they heard the overture and somebody said, "Places everyone."

I had thought they said that only in movies.

Backstage is the worst place to see and hear any kind of performance. For one thing you do not see the performers very well and the scenery not at all. For another there are a lot of people between you and the stage.

Helen had apparently been waiting for me to realize that because as soon as she saw my frustration she took my hand and led me to a spot directly at the back of the stage. All the others were sitting on the floor leaning back against the wall. Their eyes were closed.

Helen and I sat with them and I immediately understood, the acoustic brought all the sound right back to where we were.

I had never paid attention to the role of the countess and had never really listened to mezzos.

Wendy had the sexiest opera voice I had ever heard.

After the very well received performance ended and we had congratulated the performers Helen's brother asked her if she had a ride back home.

She said, "Yes, Roger is taking me."

Before anyone saw the shock on my face her Aunt Wendy was hugging me and saying dinner was at her house. She and all the ladies kissed me, this time on the lips, and the guys patted me on the back.

As Helen and I walked back to my condo I figured out that the reason I could not get the grin off my face was because taking her home was exactly what I wanted to do.

I asked her why I got the impression they already knew all about me when I was introduced to them.

"Jana probably called Mom Friday night and likely again last night. Mom probably called my brother and Edie and so on. In our family events are never secret for more than five minutes. Many people in Felicity have known about you for thirty six hours."

Helen helped me pack telling me that I needed to spend the night.

She packed a lot more of my stuff than would be needed just for an overnight stay.

"Shouldn't you call Jana and tell her I am driving you home?"

"Lucy was calling her sister before we left the opera house, she is probably on her way back already."

It dawned on me that I had just met the one famous for her very loud orgasms.

It took me a bit over an hour to drive to the town of Felicity. Helen kept telling me she could get us there faster but I already knew her driving persona and did not allow her to drive. So she stuck her tongue in my ear.

Dinner at her Aunt Wendy's home was a bit chaotic for me.

My first surprise was seeing that the Diva was there and was apparently spending the night. Artist of her magnitude get the best rooms at the best hotels and yet there she was in a rambling house in a small town on the Texas coast wearing a t-shirt and perhaps nothing underneath.

She hugged me once and asked me if I was starting to understand what I had just gotten into.

My facial expression must have told her that I had just come to realize that the most important day of my life was reaching its crescendo.

She softly kissed my lips and added, "Don't worry, you are one lucky guy."

I wondered about the closeness of her relationship with the family, our hug had confirmed to me that the t-shirt she wore was her only garment.

Waves of people kept coming in to hug and kiss the Diva and were apparently pleasantly surprised to see me. As Helen had warned me they all seemed to know who I was.

I was kissed a lot.

I liked it there.

No, I loved it there.

My own family was loving but a bit old fashioned and somewhat formal. My sister and I loved our parents dearly and were devastated when we lost both of them to a drunk driver. After the funeral my sister and I agreed that we should have kissed them and hugged them more.

She and I began to make our love for each other a bit more overt with frequent hugs but I did not remember ever kissing her. We had not seen each other in nearly a year.

Helens family was a completely different deal. It was a huge family even if you did not include the people everybody thought of as family but were probably not.

There were no formalities that I could see and I soon noticed that Helen was not nearly the only one that would pause in mid sentence to kiss someone and continue as if there had been no pause.

Love was not shy in this family.

There were at least four other small redheads in the house, all of them just barely five feet tall and none of them over one hundred pounds. All were in their late twenties. Three were cousins and one was Helen's sister.

They did have very different faces so before the night was over I could tell them apart. Helen was the only one without freckles on her face. Hers were in a vague line above her tits. Among the short redheads Helen also had the best tits.

I was nervous, I wanted her family to like me.

I needed a kiss.

I went to Helen and kissed her.

I figured that everybody was kissing everybody and no one would notice if I kissed Helen.

Everybody noticed.

Helen gave me a big grin and kissed me back. As her kiss lingered it occurred to me that she was confirming who I was to everyone.

A bit later Jana came to me and repeated her tongue darting kiss from the rock concert night. She was apparently giving me her seal of approval for everyone to see.

I retreated towards the big aquarium and tried to stay out of the way. I watched as the Diva continued to receive big hugs, big kisses and the occasional ass grope from nearly everyone in the house. I now understood why she was there instead of a luxury suite downtown.

I saw each of the small redheads jump into the larger people's arms and kiss them deeply and lovingly. Wendy often found herself holding up a clinging niece. One such incident confirmed to me that, like the Diva, Wendy was not wearing anything under her t-shirt.

At times at least one small redhead had their arms and legs around her husband and was carried around the room that way.

I was disappointed to see that Helen and I had not invented the position but almost as soon as that thought hit me Helen came to me, jumped into my arms and kissed me hard then asked me to take her into the kitchen. I did just that but as we passed her similarly transported sister she had me pause so she could make a face at her. Her sister stuck out her tongue and bade her husband to continue. Helen seemed to be very pleased with herself.

She kissed my neck until I deposited her near what was the now mostly empty tray of burritos. Helen busied herself preparing a plate and I managed to get a burrito to my mouth before she kissed me and stole half of it from my lips.

As I prepared to accuse her of theft Helen's mother Amanda embraced me and gave me a long soft kiss on the lips.

She broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, "I see she is happy, are you?"

"Beyond belief," I said.

She crushed me in her arms and gave me a ferocious kiss before leaving me as tears welled up in her eyes. She hugged Helen and whispered something to her daughter. Helen kissed her mother then bounded to me and again jumped into my arms and kissed me passionately.

Again her legs went around my waist and her arms circled my neck.

I put my arms under her butt and held her steady freeing up her arms.

She fed me a burrito as we rejoined the crowd in the living room.

I soon had to let her back down when we were suddenly surrounded by people kissing us and patting me on the back as they said good night.

That day I had more people pat me on the back than I had total in my entire life. I did not know I missed that.

Helen's little sister Charlie and her husband Bob left soon after giving each of us very strong hugs. Her big brother James and his wife Lucy were the next to depart after hugs and kisses. The diva kissed us and said something about a hot tub and went towards the back porch.

Suddenly we were left with her mother, her aunts, (each wearing a t-shirt and likely nothing else), and their husbands. One aunt did not have a husband but I got the impression she was in charge of the Diva and had quickly followed her out to the porch.

Helen kissed all of them goodnight and the ladies kissed me too; Helens stepfather Rick hugged me,

I drove us to Helens townhome and we got ready for bed.

She began to slide her pussy over my cock but it was obviously still very uncomfortable for her so I pulled her up and hugged her to me. We assumed our now familiar position, her hands behind my head, her lips on my neck, her body draped over mine. The only difference was that my cock was below her pussy, not in it.

"My poor lesbian baby still has a pussy ache I see."

"It will be OK by tomorrow night."

"So, I'm not going back tomorrow?"

"No. It may be a while before you get to do that."

I voiced no objection. I could not think of one.

"You may assume this is your house, this is your bed, this is your lover anytime you want or need," she said.

I lifted her head and kissed her softly yet with ardor.

"I want and I need now," I said as I repeated the kiss.

"Want a blowjob?"

"No, thank you baby. I am very happy where we are now and would rather neither of us moved."

"Good, I don't want to move either."

"I have noticed that you have offered me a blowjob twice today and I am warning you that the answer will be yes very soon."

"The blowjob offer is a standing offer for now, just let me know when you want it. Don't expect to cum in my mouth though, that was likely a one-off thing."

I kissed her head and caressed her back and ass.

A few minutes passed before I asked her, "Does your family realize I am just your boy-toy?"

Helen giggled and said, "No. They see what I see, a beautiful caring man with gorgeous eyes, cute dimples and an honest smile. They see a man that would never hurt me.

They see a man that lets me be me and cares for me as I am. They adore you for that.

I adore you too."

My boy-toy line was a fishing expedition. It was way too late for me to protect myself but I wanted her to tell me how she felt about me. She had understood and gave me the answer I had fervently hoped for.

"Is this when I am supposed to say I love you?" I asked.

"If you are fond of your balls it is."

"I love you," I said as I increased the intensity of my embrace and my kisses.

She gave me a long soft kiss and said, "You would not be in this mess if you had just said yes when I asked you if you wanted to fuck a lesbian and had just enjoyed a one night stand. It's your fault for insisting on making love to me for the whole weekend. Now we are addicted to each other."

I countered, "Even if I had said yes to the one night stand we would still be right here right now.

Somebody up there likes us."

Unseen by us the Fate Klotho nodded and smiled as she wound our life threads tightly together.