It was another cool and cloudy day but warmer than Saturday.

After Ann left us, Abby and I ran a few errands and went by her house. Her dad had gone someplace with a friend and would be returning Monday. We stopped by Stephanie's house for a short time and got copies of the videotapes that she made. Although the clandestine ones had a certain voyeuristic style to them, these were really quite explicit and HOT!

Stephanie knew, of course, that Ann had spent the night with us and asked how it was.

"Do you wish you had videoed it?" Stephanie asked.

"Maybe Ann does, but I think it would have been too distracting," I said.

Stephanie asked what we were going to be doing the rest of the day and evening.

"Fucking!" I said. "And sleeping," I added.

"Can I cum?" Stephanie asked.

"I think we need some time for just the two of us to be together," I told her. Abby agreed. We had spent the last two days with Abby's friends and had two different overnight "guests." I would be leaving for Boise in the morning, although I would be back late in the week before flying home. We wanted some time just for us to be with each other.

When we got back, the room had been cleaned up by housekeeping. We hadn't left them a crappy mess to clean up (just lots of towels that had minimal "staining"). Oh, and two enema bags, hoses, and nozzles hanging in the closet. I'm sure this hadn't been the first time they had seen such items in the hotel rooms before.

Abby and I undressed each other and got in between the clean sheets just to be with each other and to talk. We had been through so much together. We both knew that this chapter in our lives was coming to a close and there was a certain bittersweet sense to it all. Having each other to talk with, to learn (together) about her sister and the woman I loved, and then having the intimacy of our relationship helped us on our path through grief. But we also knew that without Catie, none of "this" (our sexual relationship) would have occurred.

Catie would always "be there" in whatever relationship developed in the future for Abby and I. I knew that and so did Abby. Maybe, a few years later, we might find that despite that or because of it, that Abby and I needed to be together. I knew that big changes in her growth and maturity were going to happen for Abby in the next year and the next several years. But that path was unclear to both of us and maybe a few more years might make the age difference between us less important. I also didn't know where the new, but struggling, relationship back home, with a woman older than I, was going.

As an aside, five years later, when I was 38 and my brother was then 35, he started dating a girl who was a high school senior. I think she was 17 when they met and I think she was still 17 when I met her during a trip through the DC area when we were heading to New England for Christmas skiing. Granted, I was three years younger than my brother was when I was involved with Abby (as an 18-year old high school senior). But what was interesting was hearing the comments by other family members and friends of family about the appearances of my brother and this young woman who was still in high school.

I, of course, kept my mouth shut and didn't criticize the relationship. I had my own similar experiences with Abby and her friends. My brother and his girlfriend were defiant in the face of the criticism. I remember him telling my mom that her parents really liked him.

"Of course they like you! You're the same age!" my mom said to him.

It did make me wonder if the same sort of criticism would have been leveled at me had I continued my relationship well beyond what I did after Catie had died? The answer is probably yes and it would have been even more challenging for us than it already was.

My brother, though, didn't know what I knew was coming since my brother hadn't enrolled into college until much later in his life. He didn't have the perspective of the way people tend to change in their first year after graduating from high school. By the end of his girlfriend's first semester and certainly in the second, she was done with my brother. Being in that environment altered her feelings about him and her view of their relationship. I knew similar changes would likely occur for each of these young women that I was involved with and for some I would be a mere footnote to their sexual experiences.

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The time that Abby and I had together that Sunday afternoon was close and intimate. It was tender. It was probably the most intimate we had been in sharing our feelings. We were in bed together, talking and, when the spirit moved us, making love. We talked a lot about how we felt about each other and how our relationship and feelings changed after the accident. We both felt that we did love each other, with the recognition that our relationship wasn't viable in the near-term. We both knew that Catie (and her mom) would always be a part of our relationship and we didn't really know what to do with that sense of things.

I could tell you all the things we did the rest of the day, evening, and night together but it would miss the level of intimacy that we felt in those hours whether we were making love with each other, cuddled up next to each other talking or feeling close to each other. It is and was a different feeling of loss that was tempered by the possibility of us getting back together at some future time and place.

We got up Monday morning and I packed to head east on I-84. Abby was heading home from our escape room at the Holiday Inn. I would return at the end of the week and we would see each other once again. This was not yet goodbye but it was approaching faster than either of us wanted.

As I checked out, I confirmed my reservation for the end of the week when I returned, turned in the keys and headed out to our cars in the parking lot.

"Be careful," she said after a long hug and kiss.

"I will," I said. "You, too."

Remembering my last words to Catie, I thought it important to tell Abby, just in case.

"I love you," I said.

"And I love you, too," she replied. Another close embrace and long kiss, some tears, and then we separated. I got in my car and she got into hers and we drove away. I reached I-84, turned east, accelerated, got up to speed, and engaged the cruise control. I arrived in Boise around 5:00 PM and checked into my hotel near the Boise River and across from Boise State University. I called my son back in North Carolina to see how he was doing now that school was out. He was in a summer camp program and he was enjoying the friends he made plus the ones her already knew who were there with him.

I called Abby afterward to check in on how she was doing. I think our tearful goodbye was just the prelude to what we knew was coming in the near future. But she was doing okay and looking forward to me returning at the end of the week.

On Tuesday, I worked in Boise and then drove to Pocatello late in the afternoon and arriving before sunset. I worked in Pocatello on Wednesday and Thursday before returning to Boise Thursday evening.

Friday I drove from Boise back to the Holiday Inn in Portland. I had been keeping in contact with Abby while I was gone and letting her know how I was progressing in my work. She was waiting for my call when I returned to Portland and she came immediately when I called her to let her know I was back.

Although the air nearly burst into flames between us, we went to get some dinner when she arrived. When we returned, we could hardly get through the door before we were stripping each other out of our clothing. We didn't need any real foreplay as it had been going on all week and all through dinner. I would say that we ravaged each other.

After I cumming inside her (the first time) she said "I missed you!"

"I can tell," I chuckled.

After that first *desperate* intercourse, we settled down to some vigorous and occasionally tender lovemaking. We had this evening for ourselves and we enjoyed all manner of sexual positions and variations (anal, vaginal, oral, enemas). I wouldn't be flying out until Monday morning to get home on Monday evening, so there would be all sorts of opportunities between Friday night and Monday morning. One thing we had talked about rescheduling was going to the nude beach at Rooster Rock. Saturday was promising but Sunday was looking better for such an outing.

It was cloudy Saturday morning when we awoke and Abby made the calls to her friends telling them that we'd meet Sunday morning and head up to the Rock for the day. Both Stephanie and Ann wanted to know what we were planning to do for the day (each asking if they could spend some time with us on Saturday). We told them we'd call them back in a few minutes.

"What do you want to do?" Abby asked. I felt conflicted.

"Both of them are a lot of fun, for different reasons," I said. And I want to spend some time with you, alone, just for you and me. Abby didn't disagree with my assessment or the desire for time for just the two of us.

"Why don't we invite them for the afternoon and early evening and then send them home?" Abby suggested.

"We might be having too much fun to send them home," I mused.

"I know," Abby said. But we did have Sunday night for just for the two of us if Stephanie and/or Ann ended up spending the night with us. She picked up the phone called Stephanie and then Ann and gave them the room number of "our room." I dressed and went to the lobby to get some breakfast for Abby and I. When I returned, I stripped back out of my clothes and Abby and I had a naked breakfast while we were waiting for Stephanie and Ann.

Abby and I were laying in bed together just enjoying each other when we heard the first knock on the door. I got up and looked through the peephole and saw it was Stephanie. I let her in and after she stepped in she saw me hard and naked.

"Hi! Looks like you're ready," she said and then stepped into the bed area to see Abby sprawled out on the bed. Stephanie put down her bag of stuff.

"You didn't say anything but I brought the camera just in case." Stephanie took off her clothes and then got to the business of setting up the video camera. I still wonder if her family knew that she was using their video camera to make porn tapes of herself and her friends. Abby and I were on the bed playing with each other, not really paying attention to her while she set things up. Satisfied, she came over and joined us on the bed. As I had noticed previously, these two young women were quite close as friends and had an intimacy similar to what I had seen on my campus. It wasn't as overt as I might make it seem in writing about it, but it was definitely there.

"Hi, girlfriend!" she said to Abby as slid into the bed beside us. "You two been good to each other?" she asked. Before I could speak, Abby said "He's always good!" I turned to Abby and told her that I was glad she felt that way about me and then turned back to Stephanie and said "Yes, we're always good to each other." Stephanie reached down to my cock and balls and stroked and coddled them.

"I hope she hasn't worn you out and left something in these for me," Stephanie said as she was playing with my balls.

"Oh, I think we can find something in there for you," I said. We were chuckling about that when there was a tapping on the door. Stephanie got up and headed to the door thinking that it was Ann. I also got up (thinking the same thing) to greet her. Stephanie looked through the peephole as there was a second set of taps on the door, this time with the announcement "Housekeeping!"

I was walking towards the door to let the women from Housekeeping know that we didn't need anything at the moment when Stephanie opened the door. Stephanie was standing mostly behind the door, so I don't know how much of the naked Stephanie she saw, but what she got was an eyeful of my full frontal nudity, erection and all. Clearly, I hadn't opened the door because I was still more than six feet away from the door when Stephanie opened it.

"OH, I'm so sorry, sir!" she said. "Do you want me to come back later?" She looked surprised but not shocked or even embarrassed by seeing me standing there naked with an erection, and she didn't look away or down at the clipboard she was carrying.

As I stepped closer so I was just inside the door I said, "Yes. I think that would be nice." Abby (unseen) burst out laughing at my response and Stephanie chuckled. Although I didn't say it, I did think something like "you might enjoy it." But hearing two women in the room with me (one naked behind the door), and I was standing in the doorway with an erection, I'm sure that she put figured out what was going on in my room this morning.

I could hear somebody walking down the hallway and I figured that this interchange between the woman from housekeeping and I was going to come to a quick end. The woman from housekeeping stepped closer to the door to allow the approaching person pass behind her without passing into the doorway threshold. Then she looked to her left and I heard a voice I recognized say "Excuse me!"

I was Ann. The woman from Housekeeping stepped back as Ann turned into the room and saw me standing there naked. I know I stepped back and to the side to let her pass but she did something totally unexpected. She reached down, grabbed my cock so that the woman in the hall could see, asked me if I was giving the hotel staff a "hard time" and turned back so she could address her and told her "I'm with him."

The woman from Housekeeping gave a knowing smile and said "I'll come back later." I thanked her (wondering if she would really come back) and Stephanie let the door close. Ann could see that Stephanie was naked behind the door.

"I can't believe you did that!" I exclaimed. I was speaking to Ann but it applied to Stephanie as well.

"You're the one standing in the doorway with a hard-on," Ann said. She paused. "and you just looked too cute to pass up."

"Well, if she (Stephanie) hadn't opened the door...." I let the sentence trail off as Ann came to embrace me and give me a really good kiss. With one arm wrapped around me tightly, she let her other hand slide down on my ass. My erection was pressed into her stomach and she said "I'm happy to see you, too."

I followed Ann into the main living space with Stephanie behind me. Ann greeted Abby and went over to give her a hug and a kiss before apologizing for being late. She wasn't late, of course, and her timing added something to our overall experience. Ann started to undress and I helped her out of her clothes. "I'm really glad you had me come," she said to me and then we all got into bed together.

Everything sexually erotic that we had previously done during our previous encounters, we did more of and expanded upon our intimate explorations with each other. What was different about this time was that the three women had much more play between each other. It seemed that they were all much more relaxed and comfortable in exploring each other (with my encouragement I might add because I really do enjoy watching women please each other). I tried to please each of them (equally) and give them my full attention.

Time flew by and before we knew it, it was early evening and still hours from sunset. Miss Housekeeping had not returned to join us. I was famished and ready to take a break. We decided to get dressed and walk to a nearby restaurant for some dinner. As we walked back, I had my right arm around Abby and holding Stephanie's left and with my right hand. Ann was walking to my left holding my left hand. I'm sure we were quite a sight as we walked across the hotel parking lot and into the hotel lobby. We had already decided that we were having so much fun together that Ann and Stephanie would spend the night with Abby and I.

There was much more sex than there were enemas (and there were plenty of enemas, particularly delivered to me) and there was more vaginal and oral sex than anal sex. There was much pleasure derived on their part by filling me and then having me lay on my back while they did really quite wonderful things to and with me while sharing me.

We had stopped recording our escapade when the tape ran out sometime around midnight. I'm not at all certain when I finally drifted off to sleep in the early morning and, for all I know some play between the women continued after I drifted off to sleep. I was aware that I was surrounded by female bodies when I would awake briefly before going back to sleep. "This is not a dream," I had to remind myself feeling as if I was in a dreamstate.

When I finally began to awake later in the morning, I was on my back. Ann was curled up to me on my right side and Stephanie was to my left. Abby was curled up behind Stephanie in the spooning position. I was hard (again). How could I be hard after so much fucking? My lower brain function programming automatically gave me morning erections. I could tell my internal muscles had gotten a real workout over the past couple of days because if it's possible to say my cock was "tired," that's about the only way I know how to describe it. I'm not sure what the opposite of "blue balls" is, but I think my testicles were suffering from that as well.

After a few minutes of laying there I saw Abby's head pop up to my left. I looked over at her, she smiled and she quietly said "Hi, love." I smiled back at her and said, in my dream-like state "Hi."

"I'll be right back," she whispered and slipped off the edge of the bed to my left. I watched her as she walked around the end of the bed and then disappeared around the corner towards the bathroom. She didn't close the door and I could hear her peeing in the toilet. There was the sound of the toilet paper roll being used but she didn't flush the toilet. I heard water from the faucet (I assumed washing her hands) and then she reappeared from around the corner.

I looked down my body as she crawled up onto the bed and maneuvered her way up my legs. Both Ann and Stephanie stirred as Abby moved further up my body and had to move their legs as her knees were edging between my legs and theirs. She didn't say a word as she moved up onto me and gave me a warm, wet kiss. She positioned herself and didn't have to manually position me to be able to slide into her. When she was ready, she slid down my cock and I watched her closed eyes and the smile on her face as she slid me into her. And then she started these long slow strokes and arched her back so that I could easily take her breast nipples into my mouth.

This was the slow, gentle and quiet lovemaking that we had started with just eight months earlier when she surrendered her virginity to me, while Catie was present and still alive, and all the other times in her house when people, other than Catie, were present. I'm not sure when Ann and Stephanie woke up during all of this, but neither of them interrupted or interjected themselves into our lovemaking. They were curled up next to me watching Abby and I. The only interruption came from the tapping on the door and the sound of "Housekeeping!" from out in the hall. I recognized the voice from the day before.

Quietly, Abby said "Don't answer. Let her come in."

I couldn't remember whether I put the door guard into position when we returned from dinner. If I had, the door wouldn't open beyond a couple inches before it would stop with quite a noise.

Another set of taps on the door and an announcement of "Housekeeping." We stayed quiet, all the while Abby leaned forward and continuing to slide me in and out of her. The sound of the key entering the door lock and then the door latch being released and the door opening. It was quiet because there was no television on and the only lights that were on were in the bathroom.

We can only surmise what this woman from Housekeeping saw as she entered the room which she thought was empty. If she looked to the left (and apparently turned left) as she entered the room, she would have seen two empty enema bags hanging from the shower curtain rod. When she came into the main bedroom area where the king-sized bed was located, the first thing she would have seen was the video camera on the tripod pointed towards the bed. I didn't raise my head up to look at her but I could tell from the sound that she was squarely behind Abby (and 4-5 feet from the end of the bed) as she was sliding up and down on my cock. We weren't covered so she got a clear view of Abby sliding up and down on my cock.

Abby had a wide grin on her face as she knew the woman from housekeeping was behind her. The only sound I heard the housekeeper utter was a very quiet "Oh!...." She didn't say anything else that I heard (like "sorry"). She didn't think we were aware of her presence and didn't want to disturb us. She didn't linger long behind Abby before she left the room, but my sense of it was she was there long enough to see Abby long-stroke me at least a couple of strokes before she turned to leave. She erection she had seen me display the previous day she saw being used by Abby on this morning. We heard the door quietly close and latch. Ann and Stephanie snickered while Abby maintained a broad smile on her face. Nobody said anything and moments later Abby orgasmed once again.

Ann and Stephanie watched as Abby quietly orgasmed above me several more times and then watched as I finally reached my own orgasm and pumped more of my sperm into her. As we came down from that high, I finally said to Abby "I can't believe you did that!" She laughed and said that she hoped that she enjoyed what she saw. "She might be down in one of the other rooms rubbing herself."

It was quite a way to get the Sunday morning started. My cock finally slid out of Abby and her vagina began draining my cum onto my pubic area. I asked her to move up to my face so that I could clean her out as she drained. She walked up on her knees and settled down on my mouth. Ann and Stephanie watched for a bit before they moved down to suck my cock and to lick the cum from my pubic area.

Delaney was supposed to meet us at about 11:30 so we could drive out to Rooster Rock State Park. We got ourselves cleaned up (showers for everyone) and met her when she drove up. With all our towels blankets and goodies packed in my car and drove east on I-84 to the Rock. With one car, we only had to pay one parking fee. and down to the east end of the lot we drove.

We gathered up our stuff and headed down the path towards the sandbar. From the parking lot I could tell there were more people on the beach than were there just a couple of Fridays ago. Abby knew the way, of course, as did Stephanie. We reached the nude beach sign and crossed over the mudflat onto the sandbar. Once we were away from the wet zone, I stopped and stripped off my shirt, shorts, and swimsuit.

"Should we strip here?" Ann asked.

"You can wait until we get settled," I said. "Or keep your bikinis on if you wish. It's clothes optional, not nudity required."

Abby and Stephanie stripped out of their clothes and their bikinis. Ann and Delaney followed their lead. I told them that we'd apply more sunscreen once we were settled (we had precoated before we left except Delaney). We got to an area where we could spread the blanket and our towels and I greeted the people that I knew from the previous summer on the beach or the ones that I had seen a couple of weeks prior.

We had music, drinks and snacks. The rules were simple: only sit on your own towel unless you were invited to sit with someone else, be sociable and notice how comfortable others are with their own nudity and with yours, if a guy was hitting on you and you weren't interested, politely and firmly tell him that you aren't interested, relax and enjoy the day with your friends (and lovers). Oh, and no sex on the beach.

More people wandered out to the beach and there was a very good crowd out there. It was fun rubbing down and being rubbed down by these four lovely young women (How do you keep from getting hard? It was a struggle with them rubbing me on that day). We went swimming in the cool water of the river/lagoon. Some of the people I knew sure were eyeing me with these four young women.

Eventually the volleyball games broke out. I went to play and was eventually joined by my bevy of 18-year old beauties. But what was funny was there was this couple, I called them a "power couple." They were both about five years older than I was. He was the quintessential alpha male, blond, endowed with a firm and trim body and he exuded confidence though was a bit of a smartass at times (his name was Steve). His girlfriend was a real looker, herself. A natural blonde, well-toned body, very nice breasts, beautiful smile, the two of them complimented each other. And she wouldn't take any crap off of him. She was also a Stephanie but I'll denote her with the Stefanie spelling to keep them distinct .

Anyway, she and I were standing at the sidelines waiting to get into the next game. He said something rather sarcastic about my "skanky harem." I didn't respond with some quippy comeback but she said something back to him about these nice young women (they were sitting on our blanket near the waters edge and I don't think they heard his comment). She turned to me and asked who they were. I pointed out Abby and told her that she was the younger sister of a woman that I had met on the train and started dating the previous fall and that she and I had also developed a deep relationship.

"Let me get this straight. You're messing around with two sisters at the same time?" she asked.

"Was. The three of us played together individually and as a threesome until her sister died in a car wreck," I said. She told me she was so sorry to hear that and asked me when about the accident. She was also curious about me being involved with the younger sister.

"What about the other young women?"

"Oh, they're her friends." I pointed out Stephanie who was going to be her roommate. And then Ann and Delaney.

I know a grin spread across my face because she went "Wait? You're sleeping with them, too?" I nodded my head.

"All of them? Individually or together?"

"Both!"

"I didn't know you were such a stud! How old are they?"

"They're all eighteen and just graduated from high school."

"I would have never guessed."

Stefanie and I got into the next volleyball game and played a couple of games. Eventually Abby and all her friends came over to watch and then join in playing several games. After a few games Stefanie and my "harem" went over to our blanket and were sitting there talking and laughing together.

Between one of the games, her boyfriend (Steve) came over after she had told him who my harem was. I was sitting on the sand and he sat down beside me and apologized for the skanky comment. I was glad he did because I did feel protective of all four of them while we were out here.

"Dude! You're the MAN! You're sleeping with all four of them?"

"We don't get much sleep," I replied. He laughed knowingly.

"All at the same time?"

Yes. Well, sometimes. Abby and I spend a lot of time together. I've slept with two of them alone without Abby."

"And she's okay with that?"

"Her older sister was the same way. She and I agreed that we belonged to each other but were allowed and even encouraged to sleep with others." And those were the coded terms I used in the 80's where "sleep" meant *fuck*.

"So, you were sleeping with her and her sister?" Steve asked.

"Yes. Well, actually the other way around. I was sleeping with Catie who introduced me to her friends for some threesomes and foursomes. Then when we came back out here in October, Catie got us involved with Abby. Abby was still a virgin. She's not anymore and Catie was right there beside her as she surrendered her virginity to me, both vaginally and anally."

"Fuck!" was the only thing that he said. We sat there for a moment.

"What about the other girls?"

"Oh, they're Abby's friends. Unbeknownst to Catie and I, Abby was taping us and then sharing the tapes with her high school friends. One thing led to another and here we are."

"Were they all virgins," Steve asked.

"No. Only Abby. Ann, the blond with the perky breasts (her nipples were really standing out while they were all sitting there talking with each other (I can only imagine about what) and Delaney (I pointed her out) were anal virgins. I don't think Delaney's much into anal sex, but the other three are." I didn't mention anything about our enemas or enema sex.

"I didn't know you were into such crazy shit last summer. Otherwise, we would have asked you to party with us," referring to himself and his Stefanie.

"I didn't know either until I met Catie."

"Do you miss her?" Steve asked.

I teared up. "God, yes, I do."

"Well, at least you've got her sister," he said. I thought that was an odd thing to say but I also knew that was the way it looked to people on the outside. We talked about where these women were going at the end of the summer, etc., when Steve asked "Do you think that they'd party with us?"

I felt my protective instinct kick in.

"Probably not if you asked. Maybe if either Stefanie or I asked. But, that's not a sure thing because they're all stiving living at home with their parents."

"They're fucking you, aren't they?"

"Yes. But other than Abby's dad, I don't think any of their parents know that they are spending time fucking me. As far as they're concerned, their daughters are out with their daughter's friends."

I wanted to drop this line of conversation and fortunately the next game was starting up. I decided that I didn't want to play and walked past our blanket into the lagoon to wash the sand off my ass. I came back, picked up my towel and said "Hello, Ladies," as I refolded it and placed it next to Abby (between Ann and Abby who were sitting at two of the corners.

"Having a good time?" I asked.

"We were talking about you," Abby said with a grin. "Is that why I keep trying to get hard?" I asked.

Steve's Stefanie leaned in and said "I wouldn't have guessed you had such interesting sexual interests. I would have asked you to come party with us sooner."

"Like what?" I asked.

"I know only a couple of guys who would be willing to eat their cum out of their partner's pussy or their ass," she said quietly enough for it to be heard just by us.

"Oh, that!" I said. "It's an acquired taste."

"It certainly is," Stefanie replied.

The conversation went on from there. I somehow managed not to get an erection but I was firming up nicely. A couple of minutes later, the volleyball game was over and Steve came over to our blanket.

"I think we need to take off," he said to Stefanie. "I'm going to take a quick dip, he said to her.

Stefanie stood up and told us that it was nice to meet the four young women and to talk with them. Then she said "Seriously, you should come party with us sometime." I shot Steve a glance, knowing what he and I had said.

"Thanks, we'll talk about it." With that Steve and Stefanie said goodbye and prepared to leave. Although there were still hours of sunlight, we decided to call it a day and head back to Portland. We gathered up our stuff and walked with Steve and Stefanie to the point where we had to put our clothes back on. I put on my men's bikini and got myself tucked back in.

Stefanie looked at the bulge in the front and how the fabric displayed the position of my cock and the head since I wasn't completely limp.

"You fill that quite nicely," Stefanie said. Abby slipped up beside me, having put on her bikini, and wrapped her arm into mine and said "He does, doesn't he?" It was a little pride that she (Abby) had my cock and a little bit of territorial marking. We all walked up the trail to the parking lot, said our goodbyes, packed our gear and headed west on I-84.