"Here's the tea, cream and sugar." Angela beams as she sets the teapot and two cups on the chair Jason used which is now positioned between the two ladies.
The smell of the freshly made tea fills the air as they sit on the faux leather sofa.
Angela adjusts her dark-framed glasses before pulling the sleeves of her white blouse almost to her elbows and smooths her navy blue calf-length skirt under her before sitting neatly. She properly crosses her long sensuously tanned legs.
Helen smiles with appreciation as she tucks her jet-black hair behind her shoulders and pours each a cup.
Angela sits back, clutching the saucer, and brings the cup to her thin, wet lips, smelling the sweet aroma of the tea. She rests her eyes and tastes the tea, allowing it to warm both her body and soul.
Helen follows suit, her face pleased and calm. Helen wonders why she can't brew tea like her. What exactly is her secret?
They linger over the brew for a while, engrossed in a simple conversation about the latest fashion trends, music, movies, and, of course, gossip from the neighbourhood.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Jason and the girls are sitting on Dawn's bed, free to wear anything or nothing at all.
Vicki sits topless, embracing her natural beauty. Dawn sits beside her, free of makeup and clothes, exuding a natural radiance. Jason smiles, feeling privileged at being able to enjoy the beauty of the two in their most authentic forms. From their natural aura, joy and contentment fill the air. They enjoy the vulnerability and openness of being naked and unafraid.
They're having a good time as young adults, laughing, joking, and making fun of one other. But it doesn't end there. Dawn and Vicki each take turns stroking Jason's meaty member. Dawn merely holds it in her soft palm and traces her thumb from its head to his tummy.
"I've never seen such a beautiful cock, have you, Vicki?"
Vicki gently takes Jason into her warm, tiny little hand pushing his foreskin back and drawing her fingers forward several times along his shaft and the head. With her thumb she gently pulls the slit apart and looks at it with the curiosity of a child.
"Mmm... No, nothing like this, not even on the porn sites... Dawn, do you ever wonder how it brings so much pleasure?" She says while holding his unit firmly.
"No, I've never really thought about it until just now."
Jason touches each of their breasts in turn. Vicky's small little orbs couldn't be more flawless in Jason's eyes. Dawn's swollen nipples tingle as he squeezes and lowers his head, sucking, biting, and digging the flavour. They're bonding and creating memories that will, perhaps, last a lifetime.
Jason may arguably be the most fortunate young guy on the planet.
This morning he was lying in bed daydreaming about flying.
He meets his new neighbours.
Then, the next thing he knows, he's flirting and having sex with a woman almost twice his age and her two step-daughters on the day they met, despite the fact that neither are biologically related.
Returning downstairs, Angela can't take her eyes off Helen. She finds her confidence, grace and wit alluring. Angela wonders what it would take to know this attractive feline more intimately. She stretches the top of her sheer, white blouse which has the semblance of silk more apart as she feels sexy, exposing more of her chest and breasts. However, Angela is regretting wearing her slip, which hinders her from expressing more of her sexual appeal.
"So Jason says you've been divorced, what ten years now?"
"Mm-Mm, nine years actually, you're close enough." Helen shrugs and replies in a calm, cool and collected manner.
Helen feels at ease with her new neighbour, she extends her arms outwards and yawns. Helen turns and lays her right ear on the back of the sofa curls her legs on the seat. Angela too rests her head while looking into Helen's deep blue eyes. They're so close physically that you couldn't put a hand between them.
"My ex-husband's name is Robert." Helen confesses in a soft voice. Her eyes flit between Angela's wavy black hair and her pearly whites. "We divorced because we just grew apart. He changed jobs so many times, and each time we had to move. With Robert, every job was meant to be better than the one before it. But they never were.
I got so ill and exhausted I ended up in the hospital. My priorities changed, I wanted to be a mother more than a wife, we drifted apart. We realized that dissolving our marriage was in our best interests. I took and raised Jason myself. Thank goodness your uncle moved in here when he did. Despite his advanced age, he was a positive influence on Jason. Jason never got involved in drugs or anything serious, and I credit him for that."
"Oh, I loved Uncle Ed. When he was younger he was a real party animal. He got sick a couple years before he retired and they pulled his helicopter license, he was never the same. He's told me a lot about your son and you."
"All good things I Hope." Helen jokes.
"Mmmm..." Angela smiles, rolls her head slightly then teases Helen with a so-so gesture, "Not everything was good."
"Oh he must've told you about the time Jason batted a baseball through his window and hit his brand new tv two days before the Superbowl." Helen laughs. "He was going to kill Jason, and me that day. I ended up paying for an expensive tv I never got to use."
"-But the best part was when he called the insurance company and tried to claim it as an act of God. They hung up on him!"
"Oh yeah, he told me that story, repeatedly. That was funny."
"How about you," Helen wonders aloud. "How did you end up with the girls?"
Angela tells her story of how she adopted her two girls when she lived in Newport Richie, about an hours drive away, who were in foster care and how they became a close family over time. She describes the challenges and joys of raising them alone and how their bond grew stronger as they grew older.
There is a lull in the conversation, and they sit silently, looking intently at one another. Angela combs Helen's bangs to one side, then traces a finger down her smooth face lines to her chin.
"Umm...Helen, have you ever kissed a woman?" Angela inquires, her voice trembling.
Helen, unfazed by her inquiry, admits as she strokes the rim of her cup with her thumb. "Hmm...hmm, a few times."
"Have you ever had sex with a female?"
"No," There's a slight pause. "Although I did have a few opportunities, I passed them up. For starters, Robert was unaware that I was attracted to both sexes, and I doubt he would have approved anyways. Whether with a man or woman, cheating is still cheating. Robert and I were moving so frequently that I didn't want to become attached or create a deep connection with anyone, male or female. It wouldn't have been fair to either them, me or Robert."
"Would you have a female to female relationship right now, given the chance?" Angela probes further.
"Mmm...That depends, are you asking?"
Angela's lips part, as if to say something, but instead they sit, suspended in a shared moment of unspoken longing. They both know what they want and they wonder if it's possible.
Angela calmly changes the subject. "Do you masturbate?"
"You sure ask a lot of hard questions," Helen chuckles, shakes her head smiling, then turns her focus towards the ceiling. "I do, but not when Jason's around. I don't want him to catch me, I guess."
