This story continues immediately on from "A Second Life – Chapter 5".
Once again, all the characters, places and events in the story are pure fiction and straight out of my active imagination. I do not accept any responsibility for any resemblance to real people, places or events that occur anywhere.
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When Zach finally awoke on the Saturday morning it was to the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of female voices giggling and chatting coming from the direction of the kitchen. Dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt he walked out to find his beloved women tidying up after their breakfast. His empty coffee mug was waiting for him on the kitchen counter. All three women looked up and greeted him with smiles. Zach noticed that Sam lay in the small patch of sunlight by the front door, wagging his tail in greeting.
"Morning sleepy-head! Hope you had a good sleep-in!" Chelsea kissed Zach's cheek as she handed him his coffee.
Julie wrapped her arms around him and lovingly kissed his forehead, nose and lips. "I hear that you looked after our girl really well last night." She nodded in the direction of a blushing Melanie, who sat at the other end of the breakfast bar.
Zach's embarrassment was clearly evident, but before he could say anything Julie continued.
"There's been a change in plans about Chelsea's and Melanie's trip to the city this morning to pack up the stuff in Chel's flat. Chelsea thinks it can all be done in a day with the three of us there, but we would need a bigger car to bring it all back in one load. So as long as it's OK with you, we'll use your wagon – you can use my Audi till we get back tomorrow if you need to go anywhere."
Chelsea explained that her flatmates had left a message on her mobile phone to say they found a girl to take her place in the flat. The new girl would be moving in at the end of the following week, and because she was from another city, she was happy to buy Chelsea's furniture in the flat – her bed, study desk and chair, reading lamp, and comfy old armchair. So that would just leave her computer, laptop, books, and clothing to bring back, all of which would fit easily in Zach's big Volvo wagon.
Zach agreed to the plan, since it made good sense to deal with the long two hour drive to the city just once rather than have to repeat it over a couple of weekends, and handed his keys over to Julie. He could use the time to catch up on work in the garden, and maybe even get out for a ride on the quad bike with Sam later in the day. If the weather was reasonable on the Sunday, he might be able to wash the outside of the windows on the house, something he had been meaning to do for weeks.
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The tune on Zach's mobile phone on the kitchen counter told him it was an incoming text message from one of the girls. After drying his hands on a towel, he checked it and saw that it was from Chelsea, telling him that they would be home by early evening, and not to worry about dinner as they would pick up a couple of pizzas as they passed through town.
"Looks like your adopted mothers will be home soon," Zach said as he reached down to scratch Sam behind his floppy ears. Sam's tail wagged happily, and he rolled over onto his back hoping for more. With nobody else around, the devoted dog had spent the entire weekend at Zach's side, never letting him out of sight, even to the point of following his master to the bathroom to sit by the door while he had a shower.
The rest of the afternoon flew by, and before long Zach was aware of headlights coming up the driveway, cutting through the darkening gloom of dusk. Despite the darkness outside he could make out his beloved trio of females in the car. Julie stopped the Volvo on the driveway near the front steps and all three women stepped out of the car and walked up to greet him where he stood by the open door.
Zach felt a familiar tightening of the muscles around his groin every time he saw the way Julie's thirty year old sexy body seemed to glide provocatively as she moved. The feeling was intensified even further when he saw Chelsea and Melanie as they approached hand in hand. Their twenty one and nineteen year old bodies seemed to radiate youthful excitement and sexuality.
All three talked excitedly at the same time, as if they hadn't seen him in weeks rather than hours. Their comments came so fast that he could barely give an answer.
"Did you miss us? We missed you terribly."
"Did you get our message about dinner?"
"Did you remember to feed poor Sam? He looks half starved."
"What did you get up to while we were gone?"
"Did you get out on the quad? Where did you go?"