The Woman From Grouper Beach
~ The Right Hands ~
She stirred slightly as the bedroom brightened, breathing changing as sleep altered and she began the climb toward wakefulness. As awareness grew, she felt them against her, their warmth and their long missed, much needed mental presences back where they should be.
John twitched slightly as she ran a finger down his lean flank, then did it again. She wished she dared run her tongue over his nipple, but settled for bugging him until he woke up. She had to pee.
"Johnny. Move over, gotta pee." She told him as his eyes opened.
He snorted, then moved and reached to give her a hand up...her walker was on the other side of the bed. "Here you go, come on, there we go...take it easy." He took her elbow to steady her and got her to the bathroom, passed her walker in to her and then waited for her just outside the door.
"Hey, John...dunno how to say this, so I'm just gonna say it...I ain't a kid anymore. My reactions, as I discovered a few minutes ago, aren't quite the same ones. So, when we bunk together, put a shirt on or I won't be responsible for what I might do. Same goes for Roy. You came really close to gettin'...well..." She paused, then finally blurted out, "You have really nice nipples...and you are both hot as hell."
She could see Roy's stunned expression from the toilet, but John's silence worried her. "Johnny?"
"Um, gimmie a sec. Startled me a bit."
"Realizing a couple of days ago that I was checking out you two out, that I think Roy's ass is hot and finding out this morning just how much I wanted to suck your tit, was a bit startling, yeah." She shot back, as she cleaned herself, got to her feet and flushed. "But, there's no sense being silly about it and not tell you. I've always told both of you anything, there's no need to make things more difficult and keep the fact you two arouse me to myself. Best to share and let you two get started gettin' used to the idea. Besides, this is one of those, 'If I'm going to be bothered...there's no need to suffer by myself.', thingies."
Roy blew out his breath and flopped backward on the mattress as she eased out of the bathroom. She looked up at Johnny's flushed face with questioning eyes.
He studied her for a moment, then cupped her cheek. "Grew up on us."
"Shouldn't really surprise any of us. Who else is there for me? The right hands, makes all the difference and always has. This just the next step. You know I love you both, right?"
"Yeah. We know that, if we know nothing else. Let us have some time to think, okay? Besides, we need to make sure we have normal reactions settled in first, before we try for extraordinary ones."
"Yeah." Her hopeful expression was offset by worried eyes though and they both spotted it.
"Calm down." Roy told her softly. "We're not saying 'no', we're just saying 'wait'."
"This is probably where the traditional 'really confused men' have to have their 'guy talk' stuff comes in, right?"
Johnny chuckled, hugged her tightly and said. "Yeah, I'd say so."
"Um, John?"
"Yeah?"
"Left of center, much?" She watched him flush and grinned at him. "It's kinda obvious and now I'm curious about the visuals."
"Oh man." John groaned, then flushed again at the sound of Roy's chuckles.
"Why didn't we see this coming?" Roy murmured to John later while she was doing something on her laptop and they were watching television, while waiting for whatever Jane had in the oven to finish cooking.
"Not sure, should've."
"Yeah. You're not the only one who got hard when she told us..." Roy admitted.
"Or when she finally got dressed...if you call it that. Not that she put much on. She seems to be taking the view that it's only more to get rid of later."
"There's that, yes." Roy sighed. "We're toast."
"Yes, but there's the leg to consider right now. I'm not doing anything physical until that cast is off and staying off." John told him soberly. "Not that I think she'll know what else is possible. I'm pretty sure she waited, all things considered. It just feels weird, I mean, we raised her."
"I agree but she's right, she can't stand being handled by anyone else and never could. Who else is there for her, if not us?"
John groaned softly at the thought, then paid Roy back with a barely heard, "Wonder how our baby girl'll taste?" Satisfied with Roy's deep moan, he chuckled.
She looked over at the couch after the fourth or fifth groan, looked at them thoughtfully for a moment and then got up on her walker to move a few feet to the wall where she had one of her trunks. She bent over with her butt in their direction, in her way too short shorts, making them both realize that there was a much more than decent chance that she didn't have so much as a single stitch on under them, opened it and got out a long, narrow box of something. She closed her toy box while wondering if they'd bother checking out her stash, turned and sat back down at her computer.
"John, catch." She tossed him the object. "If you two are going to make out without letting me join in, which is very much not fair, by the way, go out to the barn, please. Not the stable, there's no sense in you scaring the horses. You are driving me nuts over here with all that moaning."
He looked at the box...it was an unopened lube product of some sort, with two boxes of condoms taped to the side. He went a dark red and handed it to Roy, who matched the squad for vivid color a moment later. That was their girl, always seemed to just know, didn't have to be told things. They should've realized it wasn't going to bother her...she just wanted to make sure there was still room for her, was all. Which there was, of course.
"We have a few issues." Roy finally told her firmly, mostly to change the subject. "No intercourse until the cast comes off and even then, only if Joe doesn't order a new hard cast. A soft one, such as you had to wear after that Rexless Rex incident is negotiable, but not if you're in a fiberglass job."
"No exceptions, we aren't willing to take a chance." John was just as serious. "We want you healed and whole."
"Does that include toys?"
"Toys?" Roy's tone faltered.
"Yeah, from my trunk...where I got the lube from. I got lots of toys, but I don't want to play with myself, by myself, anymore."
"What kind of toys?" John Gage had gone just a little wild-eyed.
"It's not locked, y'know...go look." Her grin was wicked, "While you're laying down my 'do not' list, you probably should go through my inventory...just in case. Wouldn't want to miss anything...and there's some I really like but can't really use without being able to bend my knee...not without help, anyway."
"Oh, that's sneaky...quite a collection." Roy moaned a bit as he opened the trunk and saw what she had.
"Got a lot of it from Spencer's." She told him as Johnny joined him. "Got some interesting card and board games in there, too. Still in the packages."
"Yeah, you were correct, Roy. We're toast." John breathed as he picked up some of her 'toys' to get a better look.
"Charcoal clean through, yes, I'd say so." Roy had never had a hard on like this one. They turned and looked at her, more than a little shocked.
"Comes down to trust. I know you're not going to hurt me, no matter what. Do you have any idea how freeing that is? I can do anything, allow anything, follow you into anything, without a care in the world. I'm not afraid, because it's you. Your hands, your touch, your mental presence in my mind. I've always been able to feel you there, y'know?"
"Sweetheart...how long..." Roy hesitated.
"Right from the moment when John held his hand out and asked me to trust him that first day. When I was five, hurt by a fucking monster and had no reason to want to ever get near a grown man and every reason not to: I knew I could. I knew he was safe. I could feel it, so I grabbed his hand and held on tight. And it took a little while, maybe, but it wasn't long before I knew you were the same. Safe and sure and by golly, both of you were mine."
They sat down hard, stunned.
"You both taught me to take care of myself and anyone around me that couldn't, to stand on my own, to run like the wind and let nothing stop me...well, I want to take this to the next level, I want to learn how to fly. I've got a box full of training tools, but I've never yet left the ground. I can't let go of gravity alone, not without the wind...nothing with wings can."
They dropped the toys, got up and went to her, arms opening to draw her in. She'd taken it to a whole new level alright, Johnny was nearly in tears.
"I know it's weird, and I know it feels strange, because you did raise me...and I'm not going to swear not to call Roy 'daddy' at odd moments, but...it is what it is, even if I don't have a name for it. But I look at you and...I start gettin' wet. And I think I got enough toys to know what causes that."
Roy groaned a laugh and hugged her tightly. "Oh man, the next few months are going to be rough, just holding back. Discussing that was what had us groaning on the couch earlier."
"So, inventory? I can show you how most of them work, then you can tell me if I need to shelve them for a while...they'll still be there...for later."
John swallowed hard, gulping audibly. "Naughty."
"Yes, that's sort of the point of those sorts of toys, Johnny." She grinned. "There's a few that aren't open because they need a partner and I wasn't home, yet. We could figure out how to use them, y'know, the three of us."
Roy sighed, adjusted himself obviously and turned back to her toy box as she moved toward the chair next to it. "John?"
"Yeah?"
"Lock up the house...just in case." DeSoto suggested. "Don't need anyone barging in while we're sorting through this trunk."
"Oh, good thought." Gage darted out of the living room just as Jane handed Roy a huge stash of batteries.
He took them slowly, blinking a bit and trying hard to remember how to breathe. "Well prepared, are we?" He asked hoarsely.
"Well, someone might have insisted I get that lesson down...hard."
"Yeah, I suppose I did. Wow, hard is a really good word choice...mmm."
He turned back to the box, and while he did that, she stripped out of her shorts and tossed them into the laundry basket full of other dirties a few feet away. He caught the motion, caught his breath and stared at her pussy, clearly drenched, a few feet away.
Her eyes were calm and trusting, but he could see the growing heat in her gaze, too.
"Ohhhh...when did she strip off?"
"When I was trying to figure out where and when I lost control." This got a delighted giggle from their girl.
Johnny, noting just how aroused and swollen she actually was, squatted next to her in some concern, before allowing one testing finger to trace the outline of her labia. She leaned back a little, spreading her legs more for him. "Oh man, she's soaked." He flicked a finger across her swollen clit. "No intercourse, does not mean 'nothing', y'know. There are plenty of other things that we can do." He told Roy. "Stop trying to avoid looking at her and examine the shape she's in. What I won't do is leave her in this sort of condition. That would be cruel. It is only a different type of need, but she still needs us."
Roy's head shot up, his eyes and mind shifting toward his professional side, allowing him some degree of calm and taking note of every little thing. He met John's eyes, licked his lips suggestively and nodded decisively. The time for waffling was over.
TBC
A/N: Can I pick a cliffie or what?