A Foster’s Fantasy. Deep Under The House
Then they were back
Chapter 7: Then they were back
Then they were back, back at Fosters, back to their lives. The games, if that’s what they were, now over. Stunned, silent. Twenty-two, eight and eleven. They had just lived lifetimes. Love and disappointment. And always sex. They had seen too much of each other to ever be embarrassed again. Frankie reached out and took Mac’s hand, squeezed. Goo reached out for Frankie. Three-way hug, woman, boy and girl. Felt good.
They were filthy. The cave, the rooms, fallen dirt, debris, dust. Had those things really happened, or were they illusions?
Didn’t matter.
Hand in hand they found their way to an upper level. Frankie’s small room, private bathroom. No shyness as they undressed. How could they be shy? Frankie’s firm breasts, rosy nipples, thick red pubic hair. Goo, all thin arms and legs, big hands and feet, black shiny nipples, breasts only just starting to develop, slit with tiny lips beginning to protrude. Mac, thick strong sturdy body, hairless cock and balls. They stood in her bathtub and let the water sluice the grime from them.
They washed each other, slick soapy hands teasing, exploring. Touching. Caressing. They knew everything about each other’s bodies. Goo was ticklish around her hips and belly, Mac loved having his nipples kissed, Frankie went weak when kissed in the hollow between her shoulder and neck.
Frankie, Mac and Goo had found the love of their life… NO! The loves of their lives. There would always be love, always be sex between the three. There was no longer fear or hesitation.
Would they play in the tunnels under Foster’s again? What do you think?