Adventures at Disney

After quick showers and a little repacking, we go downstairs to check out.  Our new room won't be ready for a while, so we head over to the Tangaroa Terrace where I can get a Hawaiian Burger and sweet potato fries.  The more health-conscious women order salads but steal half of my food.  For some strange reason, I can't help but think to myself "I'm going to need a bigger boat!"

On the way back to the Grand Californian, Diana and I point out some of our favorite things about staying on property.  April isn't really a Disney fan one way or another, but somehow, I know we will convert her.

When we get back to the hotel, we decide to hang out by the outdoor fireplace.  It's empty, so we get it all to ourselves.  Diana and April take the bench and I take a rocking chair over in front of it.  After a bunch of small talk, April decides to curl up and put her head on Diana’s lap.

"Comfy?" I ask.

"Very," she replies, as my wife starts stroking her hair.

I look at the two of them and am amazed at how comfortable they are together.  I don’t think either of them realize how often they touch each other, even in a public setting.  Of course, in April’s case, she is a little forward, especially when she takes Diana’s free hand in her own and pulls it down to her breast.  Shocked, Diana starts to pull away, but then realizes that because of where I am sitting in the chair, it will keep anyone from seeing it, even if they walk by.  She relaxes and starts to gently caress and squeeze April’s breast, which elicits a soft purr from April.

"See why I needed help?" my wife asks.  "She just can't get enough."

April looks at me with a smile and a twinkle in her eye.  She covers Diana’s hand with her own and guides my wife’s fingers to start squeezing her nipple though her shirt.

"Your nipples are very sensitive, aren't they?" I ask.

"Extremely sensitive," she answers.

"I think they are gorgeous.  Perhaps later once we have a room, Diana and I will give them the attention they deserve.  Would you like that?"

Diana feels April shudder before answering, "Oh, yes.  I'd love that!”

"So how sensitive are they?  Could we make you come from playing with them and nothing else?"

"I don't know. No one has ever done that for me before," she admits.  Suddenly, her face clouds over and she sits up, turning to Diana with a serious look on her face.

"I need to tell you both something..." she starts, but then repositions herself so she is talking to us both.  "I wasn't very honest with you at the start.  Remember how I said that I was celebrating my divorce?  Well, that is true, but it was supposed to be all about sex; allowing myself to do something totally wild, like having a one-night stand.  Basically, I wanted to get myself fucked silly by a stranger and then go home.  If I had to, I'd even try sex with a woman just once, since I have such horrible luck with men.  Who or how didn't even matter..."

"...the problem is that I forgot where I was.  Disneyland is not the place to pick up guys... or girls for that matter.  When I met the two of you, we kind of clicked.  I had this crazy idea that I could get you into a threesome and be done with it, but I chickened out.  And then you were so nice to me, and we had such a great day and then you asked me to stay with you...."

She turns back to Diana, looks in her eyes and finishes, "...you mean too much to me now, so no lies between us.  This was only supposed to be about sex…"

Diana pulls her hands away from April and in clipped tones say, "so what does that mean?  I'm just an experiment? You just wanted to get in my husband's pants to celebrate your divorce?  Spend the weekend fucking and then go home laughing?  Are you saying this was all some sort of a fucking game for you?"  Her tone turns angry, and I can see she is getting ready to bolt.

"Di, stop it!  Right now!" I yell.

Anger flashing in her eyes, Diana turns to me, opening her mouth to say something, but I just keep going, "No, don't say anything; just listen, because if you don't, you are going to regret it, probably for the rest of your life."

Diana doesn’t say anything, but by the set of her mouth and jaw, I know that she is pissed at me too now, because she knows I am going to defend April.

I soften my tone considerably, "my love, you didn't let her finish. She's trying for "open and honest communication" with us, but I have a hunch that it isn't easy for her.  It wasn't easy for you when we first got together either.  You feel hurt and angry right now.  Let that go, give her a chance to finish and then see if you feel that way."

That wasn't fair.  Not only did I remind her of our early days, but I also even quoted from our wedding vows, so she has to give April a chance.  Reluctant and angry, Diana turns back to April and is shocked at what she sees.  April is trembling and her face has lost all color.  She looks helpless and scared.  Scared of Diana, which makes my wife feel more than a little sick.

Diana takes a deep breath, extends her hand to April and says, “Bruce's right.  You’re trying to communicate, which won't work if I don't listen.  Please go on."

It takes a while before April starts talking again, but she won't take Diana’s hand or even look at her, which hurts more than Diana expected.  Despite April’s indifference towards us, my wife’s feelings for her are real.

"I'm thirty-eight years old.  Besides my marriage, I've had three other long-term relationships and two flings.  In high school, I was very shy and didn't date a lot.  It probably didn't help that I dressed like Willow in Buffy.  I didn't lose my virginity until college.  It was actually very nice, but very vanilla.  We dated three years before he graduated and moved away.  We tried to do the long-distance thing, but that was miserable and didn't work.  Our time together did however help get me out of my shell."

"I dated a bunch of men after that, but I've never been one for bars or the one-night stand.  I wasn't into casual sex.  When I did get involved again, it lasted two years.  He's the one that made me realize that I really like sex, but I ended it when I came home and found him in bed with the girl that lived in the apartment across the hall.  He tried to get me to join them, but the thought of touching another woman gave me the willies."

"From there, I threw myself into work.  That's where I met John.  Total hunk but he was doing drugs behind my back and couldn't keep his dick up.  We were together for only three months before he thought he had the right to hit me...."

I see the look on Diana’s face change to horror, until April goes on, "so I kicked him in the balls, threw him into a wall and broke his nose.  I thought the police were going to arrest me, but I had a massive bruise on my face and he had outstanding warrants.  I think he's actually still in jail."

"Good for you!" I say with an approving nod.

"I agree," Diana says, "if a guy tried that with me, he'd be lucky to get out of the hospital.  I know fire extinguisher!"

That comment is enough to get April to raise her head and see us both laughing.  She can tell it's an inside joke, but it's lightened the mood and she doesn't care.  When she continues, her voice is stronger and more even.

"It was a while again before the next guy.  It was only a weekend fling, but the sex was amazing!  It awakened something in me.  Wouldn't you know that he was married and cheating on his wife?  I stopped it cold.  After a couple of weeks, I realized I wanted someone permanent in my life, if for no other reason so I could stop wearing out vibrators."

I interrupt, "obviously, you are using the wrong vibrator.  Someday, we will have to introduce to Diana's 'friend'.  It's industrial strength."  My wife’s face reddens, but she smiles and nods her head in agreement, "it is".

April can see that Diana is no longer angry and that her hand still waiting in front of her, so she takes it tentatively.  Diana gives it a little squeeze back.  I watch the tension drain out of April’s shoulders and she scoots a little closer to Diana before continuing her story.

"Of course, as soon as I decided that I wanted the white picket fantasy, I couldn't find a guy I liked.  I date a bunch, but they were assholes, jerks or just plain crazy.  I finally met Tim on one of those group mixers.  He was a nice, normal guy.  He said that was because he had found God and reformed himself.  He was adamantly opposed to any sex outside of marriage, which I should have worried about, but I thought it was sweet.  That also probably is the reason that we decide to get married so quickly - ten weeks to the day from when we met.  I didn't get any real spark from him but figured it would change once we were married...."

She pauses to catch her breath and I look at Diana.  She can't look away from April’s blue eyes.

"....so, we got married in a small church on a Saturday.  The wedding night was actually pretty good.  He fucked me all night long, but that's all he did.  Nothing else, not even oral either way.  The whole time, all he could talk about is how we were making a baby.    He really wanted to have at least two children and I had just turned thirty-five, so he said we couldn't wait. For the next three weeks, he would fuck me once in the morning and once at night, but just until he came.  It got to the point where it was so mechanical that I started to dread it and couldn't even get wet.  I was so happy when my period came because he wouldn't even come near me while it was happening.  This went on for six months, until we went to the doctor and found out that I'd probably never have kids.  At that point, he basically lost interest in sex.  'Sex is for procreation' he would say, 'everything else is a perversion'.  I tried to get us into counseling, but he would only go to his church counselors, who would basically support his point of view."

"So, there I am, having recently discovered that I love sex and I am stuck with a guy who won't touch me.  It's kind of like what happened to Bruce with his ex.  What was her name... Tina… Lisa... something with an "I" in it..?."

"Bitch," Diana intones, "that's b...I...tch."

I bust up laughing, which gets Diana laughing and after a moment, all three of us are nearly rolling on the floor.  Whatever tension was remaining between the two of them has dissipated.  When we finally settle back down, April finishes her story....

"So, that was three years ago.  I managed to get though it because other than sex, Tim was a good guy.  Not exciting, but good.  I managed to get him to fuck me occasionally as his "spousal duty", plus I lied and said that there was still a small chance I could get pregnant.  He'd track my cycle and during the most fertile time of the month he'd fuck my brains out for three days, but that was it.  I could only suck on him long enough to get him hard, and he'd never go down on me.  I basically survived on Internet porn, but that only made it worse, because it would occasionally give me ideas to try something new to see if he might like it.  I made the mistake a year ago of suggesting anal and that's when he lost it.  He called me a dirty, filthy whore and that I ever suggested that again, he would divorce me no matter what the church thought.  In fact, that's how I got him to do it.  When Rigel died and I finally had enough, I made sure that he came home and found me kneeling on the bed, shoving a vibrator into my ass.  I never saw him again after that.  We finalized it all through the lawyers."

For a long time, Diana just sits there holding April’s hand.  I can see both of them welling up.... April because of the memories, Diana from imaging what her life was like.

"Angel," April says to Diana, "it's okay, that is all in past.  I am only telling you about it, so you understand what happened this weekend."

Diana suddenly remembers why she was mad, but this time she doesn't get angry, but squeezes April’s hand, nods, and says, "tell me."

"Like I said before, this weekend was supposed to be about sex.  I was going to find some guy with a big dick and fuck until I couldn't walk.  Instead, I meet you and forget all about that.  I have never, ever, ever touched another woman, and yet I wanted to make love to you from the moment I met you.  Not fuck but make love.  Having Bruce involved is a bonus, but it's... it’s...

"Sex only," I finish for her, “that's why I left the room this morning.  What's going on between the two of you is way more than sex.  Tell me my love, since when have you ever wanted to lick another woman's pussy?"

She replies before thinking, "Never. I’ve never even thought about it.  Why do you think.... oh.... oh!"

"That's right," I say, "There is only one reason that two women, who have been seemingly heterosexual their whole lives would ever do that. There is only one reason that it comes so naturally and so easy, or why you are constantly touching each other without even thinking about it.   The physical connection is a natural offshoot of your emotional state, and right now, the two of you are...."

I wait and let the thought just hang there.  I watch as they both realize what I am saying.    They slowly turn to each other, and their faces light up like a small star as they see it in each other's eyes.  Diana takes the lead and finally says what we are all thinking and feeling....

"We're in love."