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In this chapter, The girls move in, everyone has fun, with some interruptions...and something interesting happens...(don't ask me how it happened. I looked away for a second, and when I looked back, the words were on the screen...I think Sarah did it.)
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Over the next couple of weeks, the girls moved alot of their clothes and personal stuff into the house, mostly the things they used all the time. My closet was no longer my own. I fixed that by going to Ikea and getting a closet system loaded with rods, shelves, baskets and drawers. Sarah had a great time putting it together with me, and loved how easy her clothes were to get to.
Sarah was living with me full-time, and Tracy was spending more than half her time at the house. It was nice to have them there, they made my house feel like a home.
About three weeks after we agreed they should move in, Tracy told me that she had picked out a room on the third floor she wanted use as her bedroom, but asked if we could knock out the wall between it and the room next to it so she'd have more space. I agreed, the rooms up there were on the small side, but I told her I didn't know when I could get to it. She said that was fine, and left me with a drawing of what she wanted in the new space.
She also told me that she wanted the whole third floor, saying that it would be like having her own apartment up there. I didn't care, I never did anything up there anyway, but I thought it was nice that she wanted to give us some privacy.
I couldn't have been more wrong about that.
She camped out in the Princess suite when she stayed over, because we hadn't moved any of their furniture yet, so it just made sense for her to set up in there. She didn't spend much time there though.
She spent most of her time in bed with us. She would just walk in on me and Sarah, usually while we were making out. Okay, I'll admit that that was most of the time, so she had lots of opportunities, but she had no grasp of the concepts of knocking, or personal boundaries, and just took it for granted that she was welcome to join us anytime she wanted.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed fucking Tracy. Sarah didn't seem to mind, so I kept my mouth shut about it. But it still bothered me. I was in love with Sarah, but couldn't seem to say no when Tracy joined us in bed. I know, I would have to be stupid to turn down what I was being offered, but I did draw a line for myself. I never had sex with Tracy alone. Sarah always had to be there.
They put in their notice on their apartment, and decided on a move date, and put up signs at both gyms asking for help the following weekend. At ten o'clock that Saturday morning, there were twenty pickup trucks and thirty guys and girls waiting outside their apartment.
Tracy sent me off to get beer and food while she and Sarah coordinated everything. I had been back at the house for a little over an hour when trucks started pulling into the driveway.
Luckily, the beer was already on ice, and I had called Tim and Beth to come over to help. They had two grills set up in the backyard and had ribs cooking on both, with burgers and hot dogs ready to go on.
Tracy took up a position at the gate, directing each truck to the house, or the servant's quarters around back, depending on the load.
Sarah stationed herself on the front porch with a floor plan of the second and third floors, pointing out what room each item or box was going to.
Tracy was in the bed of the last truck as it pulled around the house, and she hopped out, directing people as they started unloading and moving stuff into the servant's quarters.
The last box was unloaded just before two, and people started gathering in the backyard. Tracy stepped up on the back porch, whistling to get everyone's attention.
"Friends, we can't begin to thank you for coming out and helping us like this." She said, smiling broadly. "As much as we'd like to say you all get a free month at the gym of your choice..."
"Which we can't afford, so forget that she even mentioned it..." Sarah piped in.
"Yeah, since we can't do that thing I didn't say, we have beer and food for you to show you how much this means to us." Tracy laughed. "And remember, the next time any of you is moving, Sarah will be happy to help you!"
The crowd erupted in laughter and applause, and people started moving toward the grills. Tracy and Sarah started throwing cans of beer out to people, and in a few minutes, we were having a party.
The party lasted most of the afternoon, but the last of the help finally left around five. Tim and Beth hung around to help clean up the backyard. Most people had dumped their plates and cups in the cans at either end of the porch, but there was still alot of debris left to pick up.
When we went into the house, we sat around the kitchen table drinking beer while we finished off the last of the ribs and burgers. Tim and Beth started telling stories again, making Sarah and Tracy laugh their asses off. They were all having a great time, so I just sat back and listened, throwing out a correction or a clarification every now and then when they said something particularly outlandish.
They finally left around nine, and Sarah disappeared upstairs with Tracy. I was tired, so I went and got into bed.
Sarah came in a little while later, and she did something I hadn't seen her do since she'd been in the house. She closed the door.
"Why'd you do that?" I asked.
"So we could have a little privacy." She said, pulling her t-shirt and sports bra off. She looked over at me as she pushed her jeans and panties down. "I know you like fucking Tracy, and it's okay...really. But I know that it makes you worry about us, and I don't want you to. So I told her that if the door is closed, she can't come in. Is that okay with you?"
"That's fine with me." I said, reaching for her as she slid onto the bed.
"Not yet." She said, pushing me back. "I want to do something different tonight. I'm tired, and don't feel like making out, but I still want to feel you on me."
"Okay, what do you want to do?"
"I want you to lay on my back." She said, stretching out on her stomach. She brought her arms up under her head, and spread her legs a little, then looked over at me. "Climb on, and tell me if you like it."
I slid up onto her, putting my arms and legs on hers, laying my head on her shoulder.
"Mmmmmmm, this is nice." I said happily, shifting a little on top of her. "You make a great cushion."
"I'm glad you think so, I like it too." She whispered. "My dad used to lay on me like this. I know that sounds weird, but it wasn't. I used to lay on him when I was little, but once I got to be bigger than he was, we traded places, and he'd lay on me."
She was quiet for a few moments, then went on.
"Having you lay on me, and waking up with you in me in wonderful, but I miss this. I miss him." She said, looking back over her shoulder at me. "You're the only man I've ever loved as much as him, and I wanted to share this with you, because it makes me feel good. I always felt safe and loved when he laid on me, and that's how I feel right now with you."
"That's how I feel when I'm laying on you." I said. "I didn't have many people I could love, and depend on to be there for me. I have that with you, and I like it."
"We're gonna be okay, sweetie." She said. "And we're gonna be here for each other for a long time. Tracy will find someone she can love, but in the meantime, are you okay with her...us...you know..."
