As it turned out, the combination of the previous highly erotic weekend with Abby and I fucking on Sand Island on the Columbia River (to an audience), our outdoor escapades, the weekend escapades with her brother Peter and his girlfriend Trish, and then finding out about her mom and dad and the group of other people she knew that were all part of a local swapping club (for lack of a better term) had Abby aroused all-week. She was one continuous hot mess of an orgasm going someplace to happen. While I was off doing my job, Abby was fantasizing about having more than one cock inside her. Some of what we "talked about" in bed together certainly hinted at that.

It made the drive back to Portland particularly hot for both of us. Once we got to and beyond Pendleton, Oregon where the road was relatively flat in the Oregon desert, there was less concentration required to drive because of terrain and it was a fun trip back. Traffic wasn't heavy until we approached Portland. It took our minds (or at least mine) off the obvious fact that this was our last night together for an indefinite time. Maybe a month or two, maybe longer. There was only one more site to visit in the Pacific Northwest on this work assignment (in Metaline Falls, Washington) and I wasn't scheduled to be part of that team. The two people on that team went there in late September. If I had been assigned that facility, too, I would have found a way to go see Abby while I was in that part of the world.

I remember telling Abby I couldn't help her (directly) as my cock could fill only one hole at a time. The only thing I could share from my own experience was what it was like for me to have a cock in my ass and a cock in my mouth and the same time. I didn't know the slang terminology for that at the time (spit roast). Catie had been fascinated with my experiences when I was 19 and it had been an adventuresome period in my life. With Abby and I, it hadn't been much of a conversation. But catie was also really turned on by watching me take a cock up my ass.

"Wasn't that really gay?" Abby asked me (again). I knew then, as I know now, that the question reflected a degree of homophobic sentiments in the culture.

"Maybe," was my response. But my friends identified as gay-leaning bisexuals and they were my friends before I knew anything about their sexual orientation. They didn't know what my reaction would be and when I was cool with it, it made our friendship easier. For Catie, it was part of being an exhibitionist for her desires and pleasure.

I told Abby, as I had told Catie, that kissing another guy really doesn't do it for me. I knew it might do something for them, but it didn't do anything for me. Abby wondered aloud whether her dad had such experiences. He didn't hint at that when he told us about their group sex activities. I told Abby the it certainly was possible and that because Abby now knew at least part of the truth about her mom and dad, that as long as she didn't freak out about it, he might tell her the extent of their sexual depravity.

"For all we know, they might have a secret dungeon someplace where they do all manner of depraved things." Abby laughed at that, but I could tell her mind was thinking through who might have a basement dungeon someplace.

Nor could I tell her what it might feel like for her to have a cock in her ass and one in her pussy at the same time. Catie told me what it was like to have two (or more) of us inside her and I could share what it was like for me to be sharing Catie with another guy. But it was not a sensation that I could discuss from personal physiological standpoint. I lacked the proper "parts" for that.

Just as with the eastbound portion of the trip down this interstate highway, Abby was having a good time (and certainly an easier time) imagining what it was that her mom and dad had been doing and feeling. Maybe it was a little easier after having a week to digest it. But all of this made the time pass quickly. Before we knew it, we were approaching the exit to Rooster Rock State Park. It was a beautiful Friday afternoon and there would likely be a good turnout on the nude beach. I asked if Abby was interested in stopping.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"I think I'd rather head to the hotel and get checked-in. I have some calls to make before it gets too late back home (in North Carolina)." We agreed to keep going. Besides Abby wanted me to take her home so that she could take care of a couple of things. We went directly to her house. Her dad was at his office and she called him to let him know that we were back. I brought Abby's bags into the house and through the side door. Abby was stripping her clothes off while she was talking to her dad and after Abby got off the phone, she came over to me and stripped my clothes off, too.

We fucked right there in the kitchen. After the really hot sexual talk over the past several hours driving back to Portland, we both needed relief and it didn't take long for either one of us to cum. This was a quickie by our usual standards. I didn't stay in her long after cumming and she told me to "go, take care of your stuff," and that she'd see me in a couple of hours. "Call me later," she said so that we could work out the final details. I got dressed and after a kiss goodbye, I was on my way to the hotel to check in.

Calling back to NC, I made sure that my group's arrangements and meetup times were all set. I gave the phone number where I could reached once they got to the airport in the morning. Yes, it would be an early call, but at least I'd know they were on their way. It was also the number to call if the early morning flights got fouled up. "I plan to be here until about 8:30," I said. Otherwise, I planned to be at SEATAC around noontime to greet the inbound flight. "If anything happens after I leave here, call my answering machine and leave a message," I said. In these days of cell phones, it's difficult to remember how we had to schedule such things when we were in immediate contact.

I also called my office to give an update on the completion of my portion of the project. I told them that I'd be back in the office two Mondays later and that I'd check my home answering machine periodically for messages. After all that was done, I stripped out of my clothes and laid on the bed thinking about the overall trip, the last part with Abby, and enjoying the afterglow of the quickie that Abby and I had together.

In this aloneness, though, the reality of Abby and I going our separate ways, for at least a little while, began to settle in. Looking back all these years later, I realized that having her with me during what would normally be a solitary trip across Oregon and Idaho and back, actually delayed dealing with the impending separation and in some sense made it worse. How could I give her up? I knew that I had to give her up to give her the time to grow into the adult I was sure that she would become and where we could make a more mature choice in our relationship.

There would be tears in saying goodbye because I was already experiencing weeping eyes. I tried not to dwell on the feelings and remember to be in the moment when we were together. I called her at around 5:15 and got no answer. I left her a message, with the room number, to call me so that we could figure out what we were going to do that evening. I didn't have to wait long before she called me.

She had taken care of what she needed to take care of at the bank and taken care of a few other errands.

"Come pick me up," Abby said. "I want to take you up on your lingerie promise." She told me she knew what she wanted to get and that she'd like to wear it to dinner.

"We can go to the hotel and I can change, and then we can go get dinner." Abby had wrangled a reservation for us at a restaurant on the river. Someplace we hadn't been before.

"How dressy do I have to be?," I asked.

"Not too dressy. Just don't wear jeans. You don't need to wear a tie, but an open collared shirt and a sports jacket would be nice," she said.

I quickly got dressed and drove to Abby's home. For the first time, as I pulled into the driveway, it really felt weird. Which door do I go through? The side entrance or the front door? I'm "almost family" and going through the side door would probably be acceptable. But, I opted for the front door.

Abby's dad opened and greeted me at the front door.

"Gary! Come on in. Good to see you, young man. How was your trip?" he asked.

"Very interesting, sir. Very productive. But it was a long way to drive and I was glad to have Abby's company," I said.

I was sure that Abby had already filled him in on some aspects of our travels.

We chatted for a minute or so about what we saw along the way.

"Abby's upstairs. She should be down in a minute. Have a seat, he said as he ushered me to the living room.

"Abby! Gary's here!" he called up the stairs.

"Okay, I'll be down in an minute," we heard her say.

"How about you?" I asked. "How was your week?"

"It was quiet. Busy, but quiet," he said. "It gave me a taste of what it's going to be like next month when she's on campus."

I thought back to the spring when Abby was worried about what it would be like for her dad in this big and empty house. He had insisted that she not delay her education or change her plans about where to go because of him. I acknowledged that it probably felt strange to him.

"Oh, I'll be okay. I have all these friends here and my work to keep me busy." I sensed, however, that he missed his wife. And, of course, his children. At least three of the four survived but their lives were in their adulthood. But, with his wife and their mother, this was not the way it was supposed to be. The good news was none of them lived far away (like Catie had in Chicago)

Abby came down the stairs carrying a bag, a pair of black satin finished silk pants, and a matching embroidered top. I stood up and gave her a kiss. Thinking back on it, it may have been the first time that he saw us kiss as I couldn't remember any other time where he would have seen us show even this level of intimacy.

"Those look nice," I said, referring to her pants and top.

"I'm going to change into these before we go to dinner," Abby said. She turned to her dad and said "Dad, we've got to go. You know how to reach if us, if you need us. We'll see you in the morning, okay?" Abby had given him the hotel where we would be staying.

"Okay, sweetheart. Have a good time," he said.

"Goodnight, sir. We'll see you in the morning," I said. I still couldn't get beyond being formal. My mom and dad had taught me well on that point, just as they had taught me to open or hold open doors for other people, particularly for my dates and significant others. Of course, he knew; he knew that Abby and I were going to a swanky restaurant down on the river and then we'd be heading to a hotel room where we'd be fucking each other's eyeballs out for much of the evening and night. There were worse things that could happen than that, of course. He knew that all too well.

Abby and I walked to my rental car together and I opened the door for her. She hung her pants and top by the hook behind the front seat and then sat in the front seat. I closed the door and when I walked around the back of the car, I looked up at the front door and gave her dad a wave. After I backed out of the driveway, I said something to Abby about her dad and us staying at the hotel.

"Oh, don't worry about him," Abby said. "He's got a date tonight with Glenna and we might inhibit them if we were around."

I laughed at that.

"Maybe we could teach them some new tricks. Wait, maybe they can teach us some!" I said.

"Eww! I don't think I want to be doing that with my dad," Abby said. She had a point and I hadn't thought of that when I said it.

"Sorry," I replied.

We drove on to the store where I had bought Abby's and Catie's lingerie. They had a very nice lingerie section and I hoped we could find something to Abby's liking. We parked and went into the store and headed directly to lingerie section. The first thing I noticed was that they were still selling the line of satin finish silk lingerie that they had the previous November. There were also some additions in both garments and colors. The previous year, they weren't selling matching thongs and now they were.

"Oh, I've got to get you matching thongs," I said, picking out a black one and a bronze one in her size.

"Can I help you find something?" a woman's voice said from behind us. I turned to that it was one of the sales women who had assisted me both when I bought the lingerie for Catie and Abby and when I returned the unused lingerie after Catie died. I could tell there was a look of recognition, like she had seen me before here before.

"Yes," I said. "We'll take these while she's picking out some other items." I handed the hangers with the thongs to the sales woman and then turned my attention back to Abby and what she was looking at. I pointed out that this time they had sets in orange (maybe for Halloween?) that would compliment the black set she already had ("your school colors," I said). Abby liked that idea and she picked out a camisole, tap pants, and thong. Of course, they still carried the teal and the white silk like I had given Catie. I didn't say anything about that. Just noted that. And there was a beautiful turquoise blue that I hadn't seen before. Abby gravitated towards them and held up the camisole and tap pants in front of her.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"I think you'd look lovely in them," I said. She picked out the camisole, tap pants, and the thong and gave them to me.

"Anything else?" I asked. Abby told me that she wanted to look around. I took Abby's selection up to the sales counter while Abby wandered through towards a corner of the lingerie section. When I placed her selections up on the sales desk, the sales woman asked quietly and discreetly "Haven't you been here before?"

"Yes, you sold me some lingerie last November for two sisters and then accepted the return of some of it after my girlfriend died in a car accident."

"I remember. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing okay, thank you for asking. Anyway, that's her sister and I offered to buy her some more lingerie before she goes off to school."

"Where is she going?"

"Oregon State," I replied.

Abby came up with something that she wanted to try on. The sales person showed her to the fitting room area. While I was waiting, the sales woman and I had a small talk type of conversation. Abby called to me and asked if I could come back.

"Is that okay?," I asked.

"Yes, you can go on back. There's nobody else back there. Abby was wearing this black boudoir outfit with a sheer robe, if you could call it that.

"What do you think?" Abby asked.

"I think I might want to skip dinner and ravage you right here," I said.

"Good! Can I get it?" I told her that she could. All told, I ended up spending about $625 that night. The good news was that Oregon didn't have any sales tax (at least on items of clothing). After paying for her lingerie, I thanked the sale woman and we headed to a different section of the store. I was interested in their selection of Columbia brand jackets, since this was their headquarters. The combination of price and no sales tax was too tempting an offer and I bought my first Columbia brand system jacket and shell.

We needed to get to the hotel so Abby could change clothes and get to the restaurant in time for our reservation. I watched Abby undress, put on her make-up, her new turquoise silk thong and the silk camisole, her silk pants (they weren't transparent nor were they opaque) and her embroidered silk jacket. She put on a nice pair of heeled sandals (black, off course) and we were ready to go. Did she look good dressed like that! Something that I hadn't gotten to see much of during our times together.

We arrived at the restaurant in time for our reservation and we sat outside. Sunset was still pretty late at this time of August and the sun was still high enough in the sky not to be blocked by the Portland hills. We had a wonderful dinner (I had salmon, of course) and as the sun sank lower in the sky behind the hills, we watched the lights come on in the city and along the water. Because Abby was under the legal drinking age, I didn't order any alcohol for myself. We held hands across the table as we talked quietly with each other. It is intimate and close, the sort of talking that two lovers have established between each other that reaffirms that we were glad to be with each other.

There was quite a moment (for me at least) when Abby excused herself to go the women's restroom. I watched, as she walked away from the table, the way the sun shone on her backside. It took my breath away because in the bright, low-angled sunlight, I could make out Abby's incredible ass through the somewhat transparent pants she was wearing...and the thong I had just bought her. I knew what color it was, of course, and I don't know if I really saw the hint of turquoise blue through the fabric, or if my brain just filled in the details for me. Butt...I could make out the skin reflecting back through the fabric. I took a quick glance around at others sitting outside for dinner. Abby did not go unnoticed by a few of the male patrons.

As I sat there waiting for her return, I considered how lucky I was. This had been the strangest and most extraordinary period in my life. Of course, it had really started out here in the Pacific Northwest a few months before I met Catie, and it hadn't stopped. And now, a little while longer, there was Abby and I. I had to remind myself to be in the moment.

Abby emerged from the indoor portion of the restaurant and walked towards our table. The triangular patch of cloth that made up front of her thong was not nearly as noticeable through the pants fabric as it was when she was walking away. But I knew it was there. And although she was wearing the open front jacket over her camisole, her nipples were evident through the silk fabric as her breasts bounced with her steps in those heeled sandals she was wearing. I didn't look around to see who else was looking at her. I just kept my gaze at her.

I got up from my chair and stepped around to her side of the table to help her be seated again.

"You are such a sight to behold," I whispered in her ear before she sat down and I pushed her chair forward. "Thank you," she said quietly.

Abby knew the effect she had as she strolled across to our table. She knew it and she loved it. And if there were other people looking at us, this older guy and this young woman, in those moments, I didn't care. I wanted her and I wanted to be with her. The feeling was mutual between us. In those moments, we belonged to each other.

At the end of our dinner, when the waiter came to the table and asked if we had room for dessert, we both smiled a knowing smile at each other. We were each other's dessert.

I paid the bill and we left, holding hands.

In the distance, Mount Hood was lit by the orange-red glow of the early evening light as the sun was setting. It was still inconceivable to me what it was like waking up to the that sight every day when there were no clouds (mostly in the summertime). We drove back to the hotel where the rest of our evening entertainment would occur.

We had set up the video camera before we left for dinner and when we returned, it was just a matter of turning it on and hitting record (which I did). As tempting as it was to "rip the clothes off each other," we enjoyed a slow and intimate undressing. I loved the look and the feel of silk on Abby and I was thankful I had gotten past my early childhood allergy to silk so I could enjoy moments like these. The last article of clothing she had on was her camisole and as I lifted it over her head I told her that she looked good enough to eat. She told me that she was ready for that, to be part of our dessert, and I scooped her up and laid her on the bed.

And eat her, I did. Some of my cum from our quickie was still inside her as I licked her to prepare for the evening's intimacies. It was all so unhurried and we savored every moment of it. I knew when Abby had enough of my oral plying and I positioned myself so I could easily slip into her. Again, there was nothing fast or hurried about this lovemaking that had me riding the edge for quite sometime while Abby had her orgasms of various intensity. And when I pushed over my edge, she wrapped her legs around my hips so my cum was being shot deep into her.

So many little kisses face to face like we were. Laying there face to face, still coupled together, was the post-cum period that wasn't just an ending. It was the beginning of our next interlude.

While we were laying there, Abby asked "If I want to live with you in North Carolina and go to school there, would you let me?" Abby had floated the idea before. In some ways she had missed the moment because the NC universities had already started their fall semesters.

"We can figure out how to make that work if that's what you really want," I said. I had previously suggested that she give herself a year at Oregon State before considering transferring anywhere. She could certainly afford to got to school anywhere she wanted. I sensed the impending separation might be having her rethink that separation.

Like I've said earlier, my ex-wife may have freaked out with an 18-going on 19-year old moving in with me and sharing my bed while she went to school. The only difference would have been that while my ex-wife's boyfriend was living with her and going to grad school, if Abby came to live with me, she'd be much younger and an undergrad. However, I thought it would be good for Abby to live on or near the campus so she could experience campus live as it happened and not be far away from it. Abby imagined what it would be like to start and end our days just like it had been every day in the past week. I knew that in the less idealized world, that probably wouldn't happen unless we made a promise that we would do begin and end our days together intimately because life has a way of interfering with those plans. I knew that from my own experience.

Still, the conversation kept us engaged until we were ready to start again. This time Abby wanted to take me in her ass. I promised I would be gentle if she was still bruised from taking me so abruptly and so hard a couple of nights ago. As I entered her, it seemed like the enema I had given her the previous night had really helped. Still I wasn't rough with her though I did get more vigorous from time to time and when she finally wanted/needed me to cum in her ass. At full depth, she knew she was still a bit bruised. The pain, however, was outweighed by the sensation of me being balls-deep inside her and feeling me cum in her ass.

While we were laying there afterward, my cock still in her ass, I asked her if her fantasy of two or more cocks included having two cocks in her vagina or two in her ass.

"Yes, but I have no idea of how I could handle two at the same time," Abby said. Our conversation revolved around that idea for a while. She asked me if her sister had attempted double insertion. I told her that Catie had but she wasn't ready for it yet. We laid beside each other playing these intimate fantasies that could cum true one day. One of the things Abby asked me was if I could imagine my ex-wife doing any of this. I told her no but then, upon a bit of reflection, had to say "maybe" because I realized that there may have been signs that I missed. I didn't want to talk about my ex-wife. I was here with Abby and this time needed to be our time.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to pee and do my cock washing with warm water and soap. When I returned, I stopped the video camera and recorder, changed the tape, and crawled back into bed with Abby. For the next 15 minutes or so, we spoke softly to each other about sexual things, giggling and laughing at some of the things we said to each other. Abby could see I was hard again from all of this verbal and touching foreplay and she moved to get on top of me and slide my cock back into her.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Abby and I stopped and were quiet. There was somebody at our door.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

"That might be Stephanie," Abby said quietly. "I told her we were here."

"Let me go look," I said. As I got out of bed I asked "If it is, should I let her in?" Abby nodded her head yes and I padded quietly to the door to look out the convex view peephole.

It was Stephanie standing at our door. I disconnected the door chair and opened the door. I opened the door wide and stood to the side in the bright light from the hallway. Stephanie walked through the doorway, noticed my erection as she passed me and said "I see you're ready for me."

I closed the door, turned the bolt and put the chain back on the door.

Stephanie walked into the main part of the hotel room and saw Abby propped on the bed.

"Hi, girlfriend!" Stephanie said to Abby. Abby replied "I thought you were with Troy?"

This was not what I had planned for.