My shower with Sally, naturally, went pretty well, with her taking full advantage to seduce me ... hey, why wouldn't she ... and why wouldn't I yield to the seduction? No matter how many people I slept with, Sally was still my first Bottom slut ... my official fiancee and someday soon my senior wife. Shannon was a very close second in terms of being intimate with me, emotionally and otherwise, but Sally was the one who brought me home ... the one who introduced me to the new life that I now had, less than a week before. I spent a good bit there with Sally before we finally turned off the water, only to find Shannon standing there with a kiss for both of us ... not a chaste kiss, either. She also dried both of us off while fondling us before we got dressed again.
Naturally, we had yet to really solidify our plans ... and everyone's plans. This was all tentative, but we could discuss that as we went out to eat breakfast that morning, as we all headed out to do. Bobbie's was a very solid, classic diner, run by Bobbie Lee Harris, a chain-smoking, somewhat foul-mouthed local short order cook who had gone into business for herself years ago. She had to be sixty by now, but that didn't matter. She had a real presence that I hadn't counted on until I met her. She also made it plain that she liked what she saw with the group ... except that Jan was miserable.
Pulling us aside, Bobbie told us that the breakfast was gratis, but that Marsha and Jan needed to make a final choice about their relationship and where they wanted to go. It was plain that Jan had something to get off her chest and she apparently broke down now, needing to say it to Marsha. I thanked her and gave Marsha and Jan some space while we ordered our meals, nice and greasy as ever ... Once more, Sally and Shannon proved just how much appetite two young adult ladies could have, despite their slender figures.
"Well, I've learned a lesson or two here. Jan confessed that she's cheated on me plenty and that she has felt guilty about getting all jealous about it me and others ... she's going to try to work out our jealousy issues. From here on out, no more pretenses. We're swingers. It's just that she is strictly gay and I am bi," Marsha announced after a conversation that we all pretended not to notice while we ordered our meals.
"Hey, everyone, let's not act like it was some soap opera. I was just playing the martyr to get her to be faithful while I fooled around, but I realized that I wronged her, making her feel guilty while I was a pussy hound myself. Now, let's order and eat, shall we? I've got one hell of an appetite!" Jan was back to her usual rough, good humor despite her earlier tears ... a rare soft side to Marsha's rather butch partner.
"Now, that's the Jan that I know and love," Bobbie chuckled, "Honey, if we were swingers and I dug chicks, yeah, let's just say, I'd be on both of you like butter on biscuits. Unfortunately for both of us, I'm straight as they get, I smoke like a chimney, I have a husband at home who doesn't share nothing, and that's probably for the best.
"He's fairly liberal for a man of his type, Billy, that is, but he still doesn't share or run around. Says that he did his lady killing when young and doesn't have the need to prove a thing, to use his words. I think that it's because he's old enough that he covets other men's hash browns, not their wives. He likes his beer, poker, and smokes, though. And his fishing and hunting. But in case you're wondering, yes, we still get it on a couple of times a week, which is not bad for our age."
"Hey, the main thing is to pursue your own happiness without harming others, right?" I chuckled...
I'd known and heard of people similar to them and they weren't harming anyone, so I saw no reason to push or pull them out into my own way of life ... those that I had influenced had been those indicated by some event in our lives ... and even then the signals could get crossed once in awhile. If Billy and Bobbie were happily monogamous and married, that was their business and their right to be happy that way. I, for one, wasn't going to try to change what worked for them.
"So, Marsha tells me that she's running for the legislature and that you're starting a new church. Is that true? What kind of church? It's not a normal one, I gather. A bit more liberal, inclusive, and freethinking, I gather. She says that you're Jewish, too, which could make for some interesting influences, I suppose. Now, I am open to such things, as long as you don't start orgies or anything like that. I meant what I said about Billy and I being strictly faithful to each other. I would like a church or religion that is more, shall we say, tolerant in general," Bobbie smiled while pouring us some coffee and noticing that neither Belle, Mary, Michelle, Miranda, nor Erica wanted any.
"Let me guess ... pregnant, all of you? I remember carrying my Bruce, Bubba, and Betty. Yeah, we went strictly with 'b' names for our three. Everyone thought it was cute, though some in my family still think the name Bruce is too high falutin'. Well, that's Georgia for ya. Would ya believe that I was once a real Georgia Peach, too, back in my day. A beauty in a redneck sorta way. Hey, I know what I am. I'm a high-school dropout and I had years of hard work, raisin' babies, and finally got enough nerve to go into business after my divorce from Ned.
"That's when Billy took me in and gave me the money to do my thing. My eldest, Benny, yeah, even then I went with a 'b' name, still helps me run the shop, the only one who will, though he spent a nickel in the slammer for a bit before getting back to work here. Would you believe, after his parole was done, he married his parole officer? No joke! Benny and Jenny, names that rhyme, odd as that is. He says that it is because he knows that she can own guns and lend him one if he should need to protect his house. I'm not sure if that's a joke or not in his case. She's very high-brow, old money, and he's just like me ... a blue-collar, redneck short order cook.
"Anyway, what is your church gonna be like?" Bobbie probed further.
"We're still working that out, as it happens. You're welcome to attend services, though we tend go naked. We might have to limit that for the after services and certain events. Word of warning, the majority of members are into each other ... specifically, fucking each other. Including some serious kinky stuff. So, some of our activities might be a shock or turn-off. Including orgies, but again, you're perfectly free to opt out if you feel the way that you've said. Same with Benny and Jenny, too. Feel free to only attend the more ... family-friendly services if you wish. We have to be willing to evolve and respect everyone's lifestyle if we expect others to do so as well.
"That being said, several of our folks are outright nudists, myself included, so when even the normal services are being held, we're going to be naked as the day that we were born. I don't think that nudity is automatically sexual. It's just natural. So, yeah, even the services where no sex happens ... we're going to be clothing-optional. Wear or don't wear whatever you please, whether it's your birthday suit, a bikini, a shirt, panties, yoga pants, or a T-shirt and jeans. You can even go fancy and wear your Sunday best if you prefer. It doesn't matter.
