The Haircut Ch. 02

I felt myself getting ready to come. I tried to back out. Molly held tighter with her legs. "Please... come... in... MEEEEEE!" The last word was a scream and her hips bucked up against me very hard. I came, as long as I ever had with Vickie.

Molly had closed her eyes as she orgasmed. I was looking at them when she reopened them. We kissed. We were still kissing when we heard Vickie go "oh...oh... OH... OOOOOH!" I didn't even pull out. We both looked at Vickie, next to us on the bed. I hadn't been aware of her getting up, but she obviously had. She was holding a vibrator inside herself.

After a moment, Vickie put the vibrator on the nightstand. I pulled out of Molly and rolled off. The three of us looked at each other. After another moment, we all three started laughing. After we calmed down, Vickie swung onto her knees on the bed. Molly and I sat up and got on our knees. The three of us hugged and kissed each other.

Molly stayed over that night. I had the privilege of sleeping between Vickie and Molly, all three of us nude. I awoke to the feel of a hand on my dick. I quickly identified it as my fiancé's hand. Molly woke up a couple of moments later. "Molly," Vickie said, "did you know Will is also good giving oral sex."

"No, I didn't know that," Molly said, grinning.

"After last night, I'm horny as hell," Vickie said. "Why don't I ride Will while he shows you what he can do for you with his tongue and mouth?"

"I like that idea," Molly replied.

Moments later, I was on my back. Vickie was riding me. Molly had a knee on either side of my head. I tried to push into Vickie in time with her movements while I sucked Molly's clit and licked as far into her as I could get. I reached a hand over my head and fingered Molly's asshole. All three of us came within seconds of each other.

Much later that Saturday, we dressed and walked to Molly's apartment so she could get some clothes and other things she wanted. We'd had so much fun together that all three of us wanted to stay together until Molly left after graduation.

Walking back carrying Molly's things, we ran into Kelly Tompkins. "What are you guys doing?" Kelly asked.

Before I could think of a cover story, Vickie merrily said, "Molly's moving in with us until graduation."

In case Kelly had missed the implication, Molly added, "there's only one bed in their apartment."

Kelly smiled. "That is really great to hear," she said. "I am so happy for all three of you." She paused, before asking Molly, "Can I tell them?" Molly blushed slightly but nodded her head. "Molly and I roomed together on the road last season," Kelly said. "Late at night, she used to talk about how, although she really liked Reilly, the thing she most wanted to do before she left here was have sex with Will. But she didn't want to hurt you, Vickie."

Vickie, holding a bag of Molly's things, turned to Molly. "There's a lot more bonding me and Will than just sex," she said. "Maybe it comes from my parents' hippie attitude, but I don't think that being in love with someone means you can never have sex with anyone else. I'm happy to share with someone else I love." Vickie paused, then got a naughty smile. "Who knows," she said to Molly, "maybe we'll make love to each other."

Molly smiled. Kelly said, "I'm liking the way this is turning out."

In fact, Vickie and Molly did try making love to each other a couple of times. I think they enjoyed it, although it seemed to me that they laughed a lot more than they orgasmed. I enjoyed watching.

Vickie and I got married at her parents' home a couple of weeks after Molly and Kelly graduated. Vickie and her parents wanted it to be a nude wedding. "You should start your married life stripped of everything except yourselves," Gail had said. I thought that was a bit abstract. However, when they said they had found a woman who was an ordained minister in a progressive denomination who'd agreed to perform our wedding, I happily went along.

We doubted most of our colleagues in the Department, much less our bosses, would be sympathetic to a nude wedding, so we told everyone it would be a family-only ceremony. That left me calling my parents, which I did a few weeks before the wedding. They were not pleased that I was marrying Vickie to start with. When I tried to explain that Vickie and her parents were nudists, so we'd be getting married in the nude, the conversation deteriorated further. Mother called Vickie a "slut" and Dad said something about her "pervert parents." I hung up. I didn't speak directly to my parents for the rest of their lives.

A couple of days after the disastrous call with my parents, I got a call from my sister Janet. I hadn't spoken with Janet since I'd moved to the Northwest a couple of years earlier. Janet was six years older than me, had an MBA from a big-name eastern school, and worked for an investment fund in Manhattan. Janet was always direct. "Mom says you're getting married," was how she opened her call.

"Correct," I responded.

"She also said it will be a nude wedding. Does that mean you'll be in your birthday suit, dick and balls on display?" Janet asked.

"Yes," I said.

"What about your bride?" Janet asked.

"She'll be naked too as will her parents and most of our guests," I said.

"Do the guests have to get naked?" Janet asked.

"No," I answered, "but we'd prefer it."

"This sounds interesting," Janet said. "I might show up. If I decide to, how do I find your satyr's wedding?" I told Janet how to get to Vickie's parents' house from the airport and hung up knowing full well Janet would not show up.

It was a small wedding. In addition to Vickie's parents, we were joined by Chandra and Leon, Molly, Kelly, and Melissa Knight with her new boyfriend. Everyone except the minister was nude. Just before we started the ceremony, a car came up the Traughers' drive. The car stopped and Janet stepped out of it. I was shocked.

The ceremony, which started after I'd introduced everyone to my sister, took little time to transform Victoria Traugher into Victoria Traugher-Stone. The minster left as soon as we paid her. Everyone else stayed for the "reception," featuring wine and cheese made by Gail and Fred. I was not surprised that Janet remained as the only clothed guest the whole time she was there.

After roughly an hour, Janet came up to Vickie and me. "This was nicer, and less kinky than I expected," she said. "Will, we aren't close, but I'm glad I came. I wish you and Vickie the best. I've got to get going to be sure I catch my plane back to New York." Janet didn't leave immediately, though. She stood there, running her eyes over my nude body. "Vickie," she said after she completed her examination, "if I'd known he looks this good naked, I'd have made him go naked when we lived at home."

"Janet," I said, "I was only twelve the last time you and I lived in the same house."

"You're right," Janet said. She pointed at my dick and added, "that wouldn't have been fully grown then so I didn't miss anything after all." Janet got in her car and drove off. I was glad we were already married before Vickie learned that everyone else in my family was weird.

A few minutes after Janet left, Fred came up to me and handed me an envelope. "I found that on the table by the wine," he said. Written on the outside of the envelope was "To Vickie and Will. From Janet S." Inside were ten one-hundred-dollar bills.

By about 8:00 p.m., everyone was gone except for Molly, Gail, Fred, Vickie, and me. We had a light dinner nude on Gail and Fred's back porch and then soaked in their old wooden hot tub. Vickie and I spent the first night of our married life sharing the guest bedroom with Molly. We were traditional to the extent that Vickie and I had a long, slow intercourse session, consummating the marriage with Molly as our witness. After Vickie and I both came, I had the privilege of eating Molly to an orgasm.

The next day, Molly, Vickie, and I drove to our apartment to pick up some things. Then, the three of us caught a flight to Hawai'i. As a wedding gift, Molly had persuaded her sister Lucinda to take us on a seven-day nude cruise around the islands. That's another story.