Weekend at the Cabin: XVI -- Tanya and Bobby - and Me
Nobody said much more the rest of the way home from Tim's, but once we got back to Tanya's place, before we dropped her off she said, "Guys ...?"
"Yes?"
"You know how I said it felt real empty when Joanne stopped doin' that hand thing ... when she pulled her hand out of me?"
Yes, we knew.
"Well ... I still got that empty feeling ... ""
We smiled but didn't say anything, waiting to see if she would come out and say what it was that she really wanted. But when she didn't say anymore, just fidgeted a little and kept looking down, I finally said, "And you were wondering if maybe Tim and I could do something that would give you that feeling of being full again ...?"
There was a look of relief on her face as she looked up. "Yeah. Maybe, if you could ..."
But apparently that wasn't quite enough. We decided to drag it out of her. "Maybe if we could do ... what, T?"
She gave in. "Maybe if you two was to put your things in me, then I wouldn't feel empty ...?"
We've done DP with Tanya before, of course, but I thought she was trying to get at something else.
"Tanya, is there something you think you'd like to try -- maybe the next time we're with Joanne?"
She didn't say anything, but we could tell we'd guessed right.
"You know, T, if you liked how it felt when Joanne had her hand inside you, and you know how you like it when Tim and I are both inside you, did you ever think that maybe it'd feel
really
good if you were to be laying on Tim or me with one of us in your bum, and then have Joanne put her hand inside you, like she did today?" Then I just had to dial up the filth. "That way she could fill you, and at the same time she could use her hand to stroke our cock that's in your bum. Is that something you think you'd like to try, the next time we're with Joanne?"
She took a few seconds to figure out the mechanics of what I was describing. Then she smiled, a really big smile.
* * * * *
"You know, there's a lot of love in that girl."
That's what Tim's wife, Joanne, said to us when we came to pick Tanya up to bring her home.
And as we were walking out the door, Joanne said, "Is there anything you two can do to ...?"
Well, as it turns out, something was already in the works.
* * * * *
It seems Tanya -- our little T -- has a guy, a beau -- a boyfriend.
"He's really sweet, and he's so good to me, and I think I love him. I love you guys, too, but the way I think I love Bobby -- it's different from the way I love you two. And the way he looks at me -- it's kinda hard to describe. It sounds kinda dumb when I say it, but, well, when he looks at me, it's like I'm the only person in the world. I know that sounds dumb, but that's what it's like."
I -- Tim and I -- had seen Bobby at work at Brad's supermarket, and Tanya had introduced him to us then. And there was the one time when Tanya had Tim and me over to her apartment for dinner with her and Bobby. Yes, Tanya's a pretty good cook -- over all those years of cooking for her Grandpa she'd learned a thing or two. She'd shown us some of that when she'd cooked for us those weekends at the cabin. Dinner was a bit tight around the tiny kitchen table in her apartment, but it was a fun evening.
Anyhow, as I was going to say, Bobby is a decent looking kid, maybe a year or two older than Tanya,about my height (I guess Tanya has gotten comfortable with men that size --
my
size!), and his hair is almost exactly the same red-tinged brown as Tanya's. Brad says that he's a bright kid and a hard worker, and that he'll probably promote him to assistant manager in the next six months or so.
And what does Bobby see when he looks at T? She's still slight -- not skinny, but "slight" -- and quiet, and her features are still "plain," but from that second time we met her she's started using just a bit of shadow on her eyelids and a little bit of gloss on her lips. And her expression always makes it look like she's smiling to herself, kind of smiling inside, if you get what I'm trying to say. And when she actually does smile "out loud," it's not one of those big, light-up-the-room kind of smiles. It's almost -- this sounds corny, but it's the closest I can come -- "serene," like someone who knows her world and is content with her part in it
.
Tim looked at me, and we smiled. Yes, Tanya -- "our Tanya" -- deserves a boy who looks at her like she's the only person in the world.
"But there's this other thing, too. When we're doin' sex, it's really good, and he does it good and he makes me cum real hard ..."
And it was totally inappropriate, but I realized that I was feeling jealous that she would "cum real hard" with someone other than me (or Tim, of course). And I knew that it was completely out of line, but, well, there you are ...
"... and I really like the sex with him, but what I think is, and this is kinda hard to explain, but ... I've gotten so ... I'm kinda used to doin' sex when you guys are there doin' stuff with each other ..." She stopped then, like she wasn't sure how to say what it was she wanted.
But I noticed something else. She didn't ask us if that was "weird" or abnormal or wrong -- her militantly practical, straightforward self just took it as a matter of fact. Finally, she found the words for what she wanted to say.
"So, what I was wondering -- how you'd feel ... about bein' there some times when Bobby and I are doin' sex?"
Well, I for one thought it would be hot as hell, and I was pretty sure that Tim felt the same way. But I wanted to make sure we'd understood her right.
"So ... you're saying that when you and Bobby are doing sex -- fucking, and other stuff -- that you'd like it -- that you'd enjoy it -- the sex with Bobby -- even more if Tim and I were there, in the room with the two of you?"
"Yuh, I guess that's what I mean."
And there was something else, something I thought of, the way she had talked about Tim and me "being there" when she and Bobby were having sex.
