3.
Benefits with friends
Justine's house wasn't as big or as nice as Loretta's. It was a single-story place in East Scottsdale, nicely-kept, but it was clear that Justine didn't have access to the money or the building skills that Loretta had from her marriage to Chuck.
And Justine was a little different to Loretta. I guess that, again, Chuck's money had enabled Loretta to have work done. Justine was maybe a year or two older, her hair was cut short, and she was kinda skinny where Loretta was curvy. Now I'm not saying she wasn't pretty for her age, just that she was a little slimmer and more petite than her cousin. She also had a few more lines on her face, but that didn't seem to make her seem old or ugly -- just like someone who had seen some life.
Not all of that life had been great for her. Loretta had explained on the journey that Justine hadn't been able to have any kids. She and her husband Brian had tried for several years, and she'd gone through IVF and stuff. Then Brian had contracted cancer and died when Justine was around thirty, and she'd been a mess for quite a while. Cue Glenn, a really nice guy, ten years older than Justine, who saw a pretty lady in distress and galloped in like Lancelot, though in a rather beat-up Chevy, rather than on a white charger.
Glenn solved the problem of Justine's maternal instincts by bringing an adopted son with him. At that stage, Mark was just three, and Justine fell for him immediately. Mark's parents had been heroin addicts. His mom had died before he was a year old, and his dad was drifting in and out of rehab, so Glenn and his then-wife Charlene adopted the kid. Two years on and Charlene had decided that she didn't want a lively three-year-old tagging along; she preferred more mature male company. Glenn, lovely guy that he was, didn't measure up to what Charlene felt she needed, so she left him and started divorce proceedings.
Glenn and Justine meeting had been, according to Loretta, the best thing that could have happened for both of them, as well as for Mark. Fourteen years on, after a long and happy relationship, Glenn got hit by a truck, crossing the road on the way back from the store. Justine and Mark had always been close, but were thrown even closer together by the loss of Justine's second husband. Shit happens, only for some people, it happens more often than for others.
So now Mark had left, a year late, to start college. He'd stuck around for a while to look after the woman he'd called mom for around sixteen years, until he'd felt she was strong enough to cope on her own. Loretta had said that taking in a paying guest was what Justine most needed, to take her mind off the loss of the love of her life and her sweet boy who was away at college.
Justine was pleased to see Loretta and seemed impressed by the young man she'd brought with her. The two women had kissed and hugged like long-lost sisters, and when Justine had then turned to me, I was surprised at the warmth of her greeting, and the look in her eyes. It was a little like the look I'd seen in Loretta's eyes. There was hunger in it.
My room, which had been Mark's, was perfectly OK. It had a single bed, only just big enough for me, and a desk where I could study. There was a bathroom next door for my personal use. Justine explained that she would ask me to pay a little less than for a shared dorm room at the college, and she'd give me a free breakfast and dinner when I needed it, in return for me doing a few jobs around the house and helping with some of the chores.
"You're a big, strong boy," she'd said, with an interesting note in her voice, "and Loretta tells me that you're real good at fixing things up, so I'm sure we'll get along fine."
It seemed that Mark was a clever guy who had won a scholarship to a University in England, so his SUV wasn't needed. It was mine to use while I stayed with her so long as I paid the running costs.
I unpacked my few things while Loretta and Justine made us some dinner, which turned out to be very good. After the meal, the ladies finished the bottle of wine Loretta had brought, while Justine offered me some beers from the fridge. It seemed that neither of them cared that I was under twenty-one.
Around ten, Loretta said to Justine "I know I'm not leaving until the day after tomorrow, but Tommy and me need to say quite a long goodbye. You OK with that?"
"Sure, go ahead. Just don't make too much noise," Justine replied. I was surprised; surely Justine must have known that Loretta was married to Chuck?
"Sure she knows. She's fucked him," Loretta replied to my question after she'd closed the door of her guest bedroom. (This one had a double bed, which was useful).
"What the fuck?" I replied, as Loretta started pulling my t-shirt over my head.
"You're such an innocent boy," she said in a matter-of-fact way as she undid my belt. "Before my boys were born, Chuck and me used to come up here for our vacation. We'd spend time with Justine and Brian. After drinking quite a lot one evening, the four of us ended up in bed together. Brian was a pretty-good fuck, and Chuck told me so was Justine. He said she came very easily on his cock. We visited most years before Brian was diagnosed. Then I had my boys, and we came up here again a while after Brian died. Chuck had to perform double service then and that was the first time I tasted pussy; Justine's was real nice. Glenn was too nice a guy to -- as he would see it -- cheat on his wife, so we haven't really done much for some time. After he was killed, I've seen Justine once or twice. We made out every time. It was fun."
By this time, my pants were around my ankles and Loretta had peeled off the t-shirt and shorts she'd been wearing and, in just her bra and panties, started sucking my dick. I had these weird images spinning in my mind of Loretta and Justine making out, and maybe Chuck fucking Justine. Considering that I'd been a virgin until just a few weeks earlier, all of this seemed a little wild.
And maybe five minutes later, Loretta pushed me onto my back, straddled my face and had me eat her out until she came. (I noticed that she had one of the smaller butt-plugs in, and wondered whether this was for added pleasure or, as she'd suggested the night before, to stop leakage.) Then she shuffled down my body, straddled my hips and fucked herself energetically and deeply on my cock. I just managed to hold on long enough to let her have another orgasm -- with my thumb rubbing her clit -- before I unloaded deep inside her.
That night, we slept with Loretta snuggled up close to me. She really didn't seem to want to let me go.
The next morning, over breakfast, Justine was joshing with Loretta.
"Loretta, I most definitely heard you coming last night. Was it that good?"
"Justine, it was better than that good. You have no idea."
"Chuck was pretty useful at that, as I remember."
"Sure he was. But when you've had three kids, the fit isn't quite as tight. Now Tommy has enough girth and length to compensate, which is why I've been so interested in his education."
"Wow, well..."
"Ladies, if you must discuss my attributes, could you please not do it while I'm trying to eat breakfast?" I suppose I was a little embarrassed, though it was quite a fun conversation.
"Maybe later," Justine said, a little reluctantly. "I thought that today we'd drive over to the campus and let Tommy get orientated. Then maybe we can find somewhere for him to earn a few bucks to pay his way while he's learning. What do you think?"
I drove us all over to the University in the SUV, and then we walked around and got the feel of the place. It seemed nice. There were a few students -- I guessed post-grad -- still on campus. I noticed one or two of the females check me out, which felt a little weird, but fun. I imagined that they would have thought of Justine and Loretta as maybe my mom and her sister or something, and therefore not as competition, or they may have been more subtle.
Next, we drove back toward Justine's place, and she had us stop at a diner for lunch.
"Hey Charlie, how you doing?" she asked the proprietor as we arrived.
Charlie was a genial-looking guy, mid 50s I'd have said, balding and with a pretty impressive belly on him, as you might expect from the owner of a diner.
