Jolene leaned over to have a look for herself. Like me, at the time, she was too hot to care, but now that it was all over, she was certain to be curious about what I had been doing to her, and how.
"Was that what I think it was?" she asked.
"Unhunh," I said. I skinned back my hood a bit and squeezed with my fingers. My clit swelled up visibly under the pressure. Jolene got the idea with no further demonstration.
"Wow! That's like, really cool! You know, you were pretty deep there. I could feel it going past my cherry. Bud must have stretched it pretty good. How did you do that? Get it that big, I mean."
I thought for a bit about how to answer that. I tried to spin the truth without being obvious about it. I said, "I just got really turned on and clamped it off with my fingers. It swelled up really huge and I was so hot I just had to try it out. Did it feel good?"
"Oh, yeah! It was great! When I felt it going inside without hurting me, I went crazy. You fucked me really good. It was just what I needed to relax." She lay down beside me and touched me where I had been rubbing. "I'd like to do that again, soon. I thought I was going to like fucking, but now I know for sure!"
We lay there, spending a minimum of energy cuddling and stroking each other. Bud was nearly passed out next to us.
I saw someone step over me and go around the end of the sofa. It was Bambi, heading to the bathroom. She came back with a damp towel and used it to mop the cum off of everyone before it dried. Then she wiped up the small drips on the upholstery and the big puddle on the coffee table. She looked very domestic doing that, even in the nude.
She put another towel under Connie, to catch the overflow that was seeping out of her. Connie had recovered enough to move back to the large sofa. She took the towel with her and wore it like a diaper. She looked as exhausted as I felt. They all did. We were a bunch of very sexually satiated girls and one wasted super-stud.
It was well short of midnight, but everyone was so exhausted that when we could move again, we all shuffled off to baths and beds. I don't remember how it was decided, but Jolene, Bud and I went off to his bed, while Bambi, Connie and Janice slept in mine.
After I got out of the shower, I peeked into Jim's room through the connecting door of the bathroom and saw Neeka and Jim sound asleep in a bed that looked like it had been through a tornado. The mattress was even twisted on the springs. Those two must have had as much fun as the rest of us after they went off by themselves.
I had just eased the door shut when Jolene slipped into the hallway with me, a sly smile on her lips.
"Bud already asleep?" I asked.
"Yes. We wore him out. He went out like a light. Thanks for working things out this way. I never thought of sleeping together like this. It's exciting. But it's just exciting, you know. I'm not scared or anything with you here, too. I'm getting better, you know."
"Yes, I noticed," I told her. I wasn't sure I should take credit for arranging something that I couldn't remember doing, but I was so sleepy that I could hardly keep my eyes open and accepting the credit seemed the easy way out. Then Jolene said something that woke me up.
"I know a secret," she said.
Any other girl would probably have been excited and intrigued to hear a friend say that. I had too many secrets for it to be anything but alarming to me. I almost begged her to keep whatever secret she had uncovered to herself. Then I decided that I would need to know what she had discovered so I could try to manage the leak if it became necessary.
"What?" I asked. I think a note of unease crept into my voice. I could think of any number of ways I had given myself away.
"I know why Mrs. Reynolds never looked in on us."
For a second I didn't know if I should be relieved or worried. Then I let myself relax a little. This was one secret that wouldn't be awful to have get out.
"OK, 'Nancy Drew'." I said. "What have you deduced?"
"Mrs. Reynolds never looked in on us because she didn't need to. She knew what was going on because she was there all the time. Bambi is Mrs. Reynolds, isn't she?"
"What makes you think that?" My lack of denial should have been enough confirmation for her, but I wanted to hear her reasoning before I admitted anything.
"Well, to start with, for someone who is just visiting, she sure knows where everything is in the house. She knew which cabinet the plates and stuff in the kitchen were kept. She knew where the extra towels would be. She knew which doors to open, and so on. Second, although I didn't think anything of it at the time, you didn't introduce her as your sister. You just let us assume she was without actually saying so."
"All that sounds like hindsight to me," I said. "What gave it away?"
"She wiped the cum off my chin."
"She did that, didn't she?" I saw it as soon as she said it. Bambi had taken a damp towel and cleaned us all up. Just like a mother with a room full of toddlers, she had wiped off our sticky faces for us. I hadn't noticed because it didn't strike me as anything out of character for her. To me, she was also 'Mom'.
"OK, you got me. Bambi isn't my sister. She's Bud and Jim's mother. Mine too, I guess. But I want you to remember that I never lied to you. I just let all of you jump to the wrong conclusions."
"I won't tell," Jolene said. "She can go on being your sister, if that's what you want."
"Thank you. We didn't do this to put you on. We did it to let Bambi be herself for a change, instead of being 'Mrs. Reynolds'. She got married and had Jim when she was as old as you thought she still looked today. She was sure that everyone would know immediately who she was. When that didn't happen she relaxed and let herself recapture some of the time she feels she missed by becoming 'Mrs. Reynolds' so soon in life. I'd appreciate it a lot if you would help me do that for her. Help her be 'Bambi' for a while longer. Treat her just like you treat me. If she slips up again, just ignore it. OK?"
"Sam, I won't do anything to make her embarrassed or uncomfortable. Really. I like her. I like her a whole lot. I hope she likes me, too. Maybe one day, if things work out, she'll be my mother-in-law."
"Now there is a reason to keep her secret if there ever was one! Just don't make her a grandmother anytime soon, OK?"
"Oh I don't... Oh Jeez! I hadn't thought... I mean, we didn't... I'm going to have to work something out. My mother will freak if I tell her I want to go on the pill."
"How upset will she be if you tell her you're pregnant?"
"Right. Oh, crud! OK, I'm going to have to have one of 'those talks' with her. I guess that's something I'm going to have to deal with, right?"
"Looks that way. I'd offer to help, but I think this is one of those things you need to do by yourself — you know?"
"Oh, I know. And I'm really, really grateful for everything you've done to help so far. You're the best!"
"You're welcome."
"Sam, there is something else that I really hate to ask you, but it's something I'm worried about and you are the only one I can trust."
I heard the faint sound of an alarm bell ringing in the back of my head.
"Jolene, you're the sweetest person I know. I love you dearly and I will be happy to do anything I can for you. Just ask."
"Well, you've told us how we need to take our time and go slow and everything will work out — and we both think that's really good advice. Neither of us wants to rush. I even think I'm starting to enjoy the 'treatment's, you know? The thing is — I know that Bud is very gifted sexually. Heck, he's hung like a mule! But I didn't understand until lately that he needs sex. He needs a lot of sex or he gets tense and frustrated. I can't give it to him yet and I don't want him to be tempted to get it from other girls at school. Could you please help me? You are one of the few girls who can handle his cock and you seem to enjoy fucking him. Could you please see that Bud gets enough sex so he won't need to start seeing other girls? I know this is a lot to ask, but you are the only one who can help."