Yesterday's Tomorrow by Nathan Wolf, Wolf (best novels for teenagers .txt) 📖

her close as I kissed her neck and soon joined her in slumber.

Chapter 11

My bladder is the perfect alarm clock. The urgent need to go dragged me out of hibernation as the night sky brightened in advance of dawn. I awoke to the gentle sound of Sheila's breathing. Nude, beautiful, and warm, she lay next to me in the relaxed innocence of sleep. Sheila sensed a change in my position, shifted her body, and pressed her bare bottom into my groin as we snuggled together under the covers. My hand remained cupped to her breast. Sheila placed her hand over mine and pulled it tight to her body as she slept.

We cuddled together in blissful warmth. I wanted to stay under the sheets forever, but I needed to take a piss. With a bad case of morning wood, my erection found a home between the hills of Sheila's fanny. As pleasant as it felt, I wouldn't be able to stop my body from unleashing a flood if I didn't get out bed soon. Wetting the bed wasn't an option.

I untangled myself from Sheila and silently slipped out of bed into the chill of the morning air. I adjusted the blankets to cover Sheila's exposed shoulder and made tracks for the bathroom. I decided to make a quick getaway instead of using the facilities in her room to avoid an awkward encounter after a night in which nothing happened. I almost made it to the door when Sheila's sleepy voice called my name.

"Where are you going, Dennis?"

"Gotta pee," I mumbled.

"Excellent idea; hang on, and I'll join you." Sheila threw the quilt back and climbed out of bed.

"We might as well take a shower since we're already up," the leader said as she tossed me towels and soap from the closet.

Three members of the kitchen crew hard at work preparing breakfast were the only other people up and about in the hour before sunrise. We owned the empty showers to ourselves.

We dried each other off after our morning scrub, and Sheila suggested, "Let's head down to the kitchen and score a cup of coffee."

The custom of indoor nudity might make more sense if we were born kangaroos with built-in pockets. I stopped by my room to make up for our genetic deficiency, put an unbuttoned flannel shirt on, stuck a pack of smokes and a lighter in the inside pocket, and joined Sheila in the kitchen.

Coffee is the nectar of the gods and Colombia's only legal drug export. It is also a natural lubricant, allowing us to slide from slumber to wakefulness with a minimum amount of friction. Java in hand, Sheila led me to a cozy nook beside the hearth in the Great Room, and we sat together next to the blaze.

"I want to talk to you about last night," Sheila said, as she sniffed her coffee.

"Okay, what's on your mind?" I responded.

"Tell me something, I know I turned you on. Why didn't you want sex with me?" Sheila's concerned eyes blinked with curiosity.

Her question was both delicate and dangerous. The wrong answer could do damage to our friendship, but I had no idea of what she thought the correct response should be. I followed my grandfather's advice: "If all else fails, and you can't think of a good lie, tell the truth."

I set my coffee down on the fireplace hearth, took Sheila's hands in mine, and looked into her eyes as I spoke truthfully. "Your body said one thing, but your words were saying something different last night. I listened to the wishes of your body. You weren't ready to be that intimate with me. "

"True, but I would've consented if you had persisted," she acknowledged, as she gave my hands a soft squeeze.

"I figured you would allow intercourse if I pushed it. You would be resentful, nevertheless, it would be a lousy start to our relationship. I would have selfishly screwed you to the floor if I only thought about my own gratification," I admitted with a guilty grin.

"I'll take your friendship if I have to choose between being a friend or your lover, if I can't have both," I further explained.

My father used to tell me the best way to learn the thoughts of another is to ask a direct question, shut up, and listen to the answer. "What about what happened, or didn't happen last night?" I cooled my coffee with my breath.

"At first I was relieved when you asked for my permission, then I was pissed. I was confused after that. I was happy in the end. Maybe you didn't think me desirable enough, or maybe you didn't like me enough for sex. I felt safe, loved, and cared for when you held me in your arms and stayed the night." Sheila whispered as she gave me a hug wrapped in a smile.

Silence filled the pleasant space between us as our conversation slowed to a stop. The colony's leader took a sip of coffee and studied me over the rim of her coffee mug for several moments.

"You're a strange man, Mr. Richards. Whatever am I going to do with you?"

Our zone of silence gradually evaporated as the sisters of the colony drifted into the kitchen for breakfast in ones and twos.

"Refill your coffee and grab a seat; we've got a group meeting in fifteen minutes," Sheila announced as she excused herself to prepare for the assembly.

I marched to the kitchen, looking for fresh coffee. Ready or not, a new day was getting underway.

One fundamental law of the universe: staff meetings seldom begin on time. The Society's assembly was no exception. Significant numbers of sisters hadn't taken a seat at the conference table. Start time came and went as Sheila kept glancing at her wristwatch and scanning the faces of the attendees for missing members.

I also glanced around the table for Darlene who was among the absent. My lady love took starting times and deadlines as suggestions rather than requirements. She had a long established reputation for always arriving at the far edge of fashionably late.

Only the light tapping of Sheila's pencil on the tabletop betrayed her outwardly calm exterior. The taps steadily increased in tempo the longer we waited. It was as if the yellow stick doubled as a Geiger counter reporting her frustration was approaching critical mass.

The giggles and laughter of several women echoed from the walls as if on cue. Darlene, Lucia, and a woman whose name turned out to be Sandra emerged from the kitchen a few seconds later. I saw the trio and almost burst out laughing. They were as drunk as skunks, barely staying upright as they staggered and wobbled toward the meeting table.

Darlene stumbled into the seat next to me and collapsed with a moan as she held her head in her hands. She seemed as if she had just come from an orgy: her hair was a mess, nipples stood like stiff pencil erasers; her shoulders, face, and chest glowed like a neon sign, her cheeks were bright with the rosy blush of arousal.

"Too much party," she groaned, as she leaned her body against me.

"Too much sex?" I patted her head.

"There's no such thing as too much sex," she said with a burp. Her hand flew to her mouth as her face took on a greenish tint. "But there is such a thing as too much (burp) brandy."

Darlene gasped, as she bent double and barfed up who knows what over my naked feet. Standing in a puddle of someone else's used dinner is over the top gross. I nearly lost my lunch before I got my gag reflex under control.

"Clean up on Aisle Five," I yelled out, as I helped Darlene to her feet.

Sheila's expression was halfway between annoyed and amused. "We'll start the meeting as soon as we've gotten these gals cleaned up and into bed," she said.

Twenty minutes later I took a seat next to Alice and her daughter. The meeting of the sisterhood was finally, almost about ready to start. The woolen shirt I was wearing gave me the comfortable illusion of being dressed even though it was open. It covered none of my vital parts.

Alice leaned over and murmured in my ear, "Is it true you spent the night in Sheila's bed?"

"We kept each other company last night," I sipped my coffee.

"Very interesting; will you keep me company tonight if I ask nicely?" Alice gave me a sexy smile as she touched her hand to my thigh and gently caressed my bare leg.

"Mom!" her daughter protested as she watched her mother's attempt to seduce me.

"Shush, little one. You'll have your turn after I check him out," her mother said.

The touch of Alice's sweating hand stroking my skin in close proximity to my genitals was enough to attract my libido's attention, and I could sense myself responding to Alice's invitation.

Part of me was amused at the turnabout in my love life since I arrived at the society. I had always played the part of the seducer prior to my visit to the Society of Sisters. With the tables turned, I was now the target for seduction. The new state of affairs perfectly fit with my passive/aggressive approach to sex. I had always been the sexual aggressor early on, usually with mixed, mostly miserable, results in my younger days. My advances ended in failure more often than I cared to admit.

"Your place or mine?" I smiled at Alice, as I moved her hand to the relative safety of my knee.

I didn't want to sprout another public display in front of so many naked women. Exhibitionism isn't my thing, as I said.

The gathering's primary agenda item was the question of work assignments. The concept was simple: many hands make light work. Maintaining the colony required a lot of effort and every individual of the community had at least one assigned task or duty. The cabin ran as smoothly as a Swiss watch when everyone pitched in.

I was the only person without anything to do after the sisters had divvied up the chores. Sheila called on me when I raised my hand.

"Freeloading ain't my style; I need a chore. How can I contribute to our community?" I looked about the hall.

"You are my guest until your status here with us is resolved. Feel free to help out wherever you can," Sheila said.

"Does anyone need a helping hand?" I said as I turned to face the gathering.

Silence answered my inquiry until Alice spoke. "Our sensors have picked up a deer herd about ten miles out. Lucia and I are on the schedule to bag a deer this afternoon, but she won't be in any condition to do anything until she sleeps it off. You can tag along in her place."

"I've never been hunting before," I pointed out.

"Do you know how to shoot?" Alice frowned.

"Sure. I took basic training and qualified as an expert marksman."

"Are you a member of PETA?" the Chair inquired.

"If you mean People Eating Tasty Animals, then yes I am," I said amid chuckles and snickers from the sisters.

"About time you earn your place in the food chain. Alice is extremely skilled, and she'll make sure you have all the appropriate gear. You two leave in an