Every year our corporation gets bombarded with requests from aspiring stockbrokers, financial planners, future chief financial officers, and others who want a well-paying inside track into the financial world. I won't name the corporation, but I will say we're not one of the largest in the world. We're small and very successful.

The applicants collaborate with industry leaders and innovators who guide and support them as they forge a path to success. I happen to be one 'mentor' who takes at least one or two interns each Summer. I love my job, and I love mentoring. Some of my former interns are now C.F.O.s at various corporations.

This past Summer, I took on two young ladies who I know will be outstanding in the financial world.

Cora and Bridget were seniors at their respective universities and came highly recommended by their guidance counselors. They were fully vetted and interviewed online before being accepted. I was not on the interview team due to a family emergency.

The girls would live with me in my four-bedroom house. They would want for nothing during the three months of their internship.

Cora and Bridget were due to arrive on a Friday afternoon from their respective universities. Their arrival times were within twenty minutes of each other, so I had a limo pick them up and bring them to my house. My little BMW would never hold them and their luggage.

I'd given them my phone number and asked that they text me as soon as they arrived. First, Cora texted saying she was heading to the baggage claim adding a few smilies and hearts to her text. I replied, telling her a limo was waiting for her and Bridget, then added a couple of hearts and smilies.

Within ten minutes, Bridget texted, telling me she had arrived, but no emojis. I texted back the same message I'd sent Cora and added smilies and hearts.

I should introduce myself. My name is Wren. I'm thirty-five years old, a brunette with a bob hairstyle, single by choice. I play La Crosse in a recreational league, swim for fun, and do a little writing to relax after work. I'm also into photography, primarily birds and landscapes. I hoped the girls shared at least one of my interests. If not, I was sure we'd find something we have in common besides work; otherwise, it would be a very long Summer.

Around two, the limo arrived with my guests. I went out to greet them and help bring their luggage inside. I live in a tranquil, upscale neighborhood about twenty minutes from our office.

The driver was unloading their bags when I walked up to greet them. Cora turned, smiled, and opened her arms for a hug.

Cora beamed, "Wren! I'm so happy to meet you finally. Thank you so much for accepting me into the program. I know I'm going to learn so much here."

She was as taller as I was, maybe five foot eight, with long straight brunette hair, slim and a bit athletic, dressed in worn-out jeans, a tee shirt with a plaid long-sleeve shirt, tennis shoes, and no make-up. She seemed so bubbly and enthusiastic.

We hugged as Bridget grabbed her luggage and watched. When we finished, I greeted Bridget, who wasn't quite as bubbly as Cora. She was a little shorter, maybe five foot three, with blonde wavy hair, a bit more filled out than Cora. Bridget dressed in shorts, flip-flops, an outdated rock concert tee shirt, and no make-up.

Bridget and I hugged, well I hugged Bridget, but her arms seemed broken and didn't move when we hugged. I did get half a smile and a 'nice to meet you, Wren' as I took one of her bags from her grasp.

I also grabbed one of Cora's and rolled them up to my front door. I set them aside to open the door for the girls. They entered, pausing just inside the entrance to look around, leaving barely enough room for me to get by with their luggage.

Cora was in awe, looking around at all my things, "Wow, Wren, this is nice. You live here by yourself?"

I smiled, "Thank you, Cora, I have for the past year. My partner moved on, so I've adjusted to a single life and enjoy that. Please remove your shoes; there's a little shelf to store them. Then I'll show you two to your rooms."

I slipped mine off, and we put them away in the little cubbies, then I wheeled the bags down the hall, "You can have these two rooms while you're here. It doesn't matter to me who sleeps where. You two decide, and I'll be in the kitchen. Would either of you like something to drink? You're both twenty-one, so just let me know."

With that, I headed to the kitchen, wondering what Bridget's problem was. Cora was so cute and bubbly. It was going to be a pleasure to be around her. Bridget, on the other hand, could be a pain.

I'd poured myself a small glass of wine and sipped it as I looked out at the backyard through the sliding glass door.

Cora walked in, smiling that big bright, beautiful smile, "I love my room, Wren. Bridget didn't care, so I picked the one looking out at the backyard. What are you drinking?"

I smiled, "I'm glad you two settled it. You can always switch if there's a problem. I found a little Cabernet at a wine boutique while traveling last Spring. Would you like to try it?"

She giggled, "I'm not much of a wine drinker, but I will try it. Thank you."

I set my glass down on the dining room table. Cora followed me into the kitchen, where I showed her where the glasses, silverware, plates, and so forth were. The wine glasses hung under the glasses cabinet and were obvious. As I was reaching for her glass, Bridget walked in.

I smiled, “Hi Bridget, did you get things settled a bit? Would you like something to drink? Cora and I are having a Cabernet.”

Her attitude seemed to have brightened a bit, "Yes, please, Wren. That would be nice. Thank you."

I grabbed a second glass as Cora pointed out what I had shown her. I poured them both half a glass, handing each one.

"It's a nice day. Would you ladies like to sit outside? I know you both had long flights. So, I don't mind if you want to nap or relax. I want to take you out to dinner if you'd like, so think about that.”

They both wanted to sit outside and lounge. I opened the slider after picking up my glass. They followed me to the seating area but decided to wander around the yard first.

I sat sipping, admiring their movements. They were so different from each other with that first impression. I hoped Bridget would relax before the weekend was over.

After a brief walk around the yard, the girls joined me, sitting in the chairs across from the sofa I was on.

"I hope your flights were good, ladies. I want you to relax this weekend. I want to get to know a bit about you and, naturally, get to know a bit about me. I'll answer your questions honestly unless I deem them too personal. I don't mean to pry, but we'll be living together for almost three months."

I smiled and took a sip from my glass, waiting for questions.

There was an awkward pause then the questions came. First, they wanted to know about food, what I have, what I like to eat, if we could go grocery shopping for things they like, etc.

Then more specific things about work, could they go shopping, drive my car, what time did they have to get up in the morning, what time would we be home, did I have Wifi and what was the password, did I have any streaming services, it was fun and fast.

I slowed them down and gave them my Wifi password, then went in to get the opened bottle of wine. They'd finished their glasses, and mine was almost empty.

When I returned, they were busy texting. I smiled, topped off my glass, and waited.

After a few minutes, they'd finished and refilled their glasses. That's when the questions began to get personal.

What kind of car did I drive, how long have I lived here, are there guys to date at the firm, are they allowed to date? What did I like to do for fun? I replied and asked them similar questions.

When the dust settled, the girls smiled, feeling a little more comfortable around me. I think the two glasses of wine helped with that, also.

We finally got around to discussing dinner. I asked about food allergies, and neither had any. What were their favorite foods? Cora was into healthy, while Bridget didn't care. Then finally, if they'd like to go out or stay in for dinner and what they would like. They both enjoyed Asian food, so I suggested sushi and sashimi. They both grinned, and I got a 'yes, please'.

They looked a bit tired, and thank goodness they opted to stay in and order something.

With the bottle empty, I offered them a tour of the house.

We started in the kitchen; I'd already shown them the cupboards, so we didn't spend much time there. They passed through the dining room to get to the backyard, so we moved to the living room. I showed them where the tv remote was, then the stereo, down the hall to their rooms and the bath, My office, laundry room, garage, then finally, the primary bedroom and bath.

Their jaws dropped when they entered my room. I relax there quite a bit, reading, and I like it a little girlie: King-sized four-poster bed, oak nightstands, and two oak dressers. Plus, a vast walk-in closet lined with shoes, dresses, business suits, and drawers. They both said it was bigger than their dorm rooms. Then finally, the master bath. Two sinks, marble countertops, a large linen closet, and my pride and joy, my shower. The space is enough for four people to use at once, and it's separated from the bathroom with frame-less glass partitions and doors. Large slabs of marble were used all over the floors and walls, even the built-in benches. There are two wall shower spouts and one rain shower spout from the ceiling. I had it custom-made when I bought the home.

They were mesmerized, asking if they could shower in there sometime.

I grinned, “Anytime you want, ladies.”

They giggled.

Cora asked, “How about now before dinner?”

My smile grew, "Let me get you some towels, and I'll show you how to operate the different heads."

They both ran off like five-year-olds to get a change of clothing. I didn't think they were going to shower together, but I grabbed four towels thinking they'd wash their hair while in there.

Cora arrived first, and we waited for Bridget. Maybe the wine loosened them up a bit. I don't know.

When Bridget arrived, I opened the glass door, and they followed me inside.

I began to explain, "There's a remote I keep near the door, labeled with various functions. Would you please get it, Cora?"

She giggled and then scrambled back out. It was hanging on the outside of the shower. She handed it to me, and I began going over the controls. I told them the remote could get wet, so not to worry about it. Then I asked them to back up, so we didn't get wet.

We stood by the door as I operated the controls showing them once more which button did what.

When I finished, I handed it to Bridget, "Try it, sweetie."

She started pushing buttons, getting a feel of what it could do. I pointed out my body gels, hair conditioners, and shampoos, which they were free to use.

When she'd played enough, Bridget handed the control to Cora, who went through and tried everything herself.

When she finished, she handed it back to me, "So, you two are good to go?"

They said they were, so I left them to shower. Still surprised they were doing it together. I was just about out of my bedroom when Cora came running up.

"I'm going to wait for Bridget. Then I'll shower."

I giggled, "Oh, I thought you would shower together."

She blushed, “I don't know her that well yet, Wren.”

The 'yet' stuck in my mind, "Well, whatever you two are comfortable doing, it's fine. I just assumed since you both were lagging behind me. I'm sorry, I assumed."

She smiled, "It's okay. We went over the controls again and played rock, paper, scissors to see who went first."

I smiled, "You're adorable, Cora. You can wait here in my room or where ever. I'm going to look up some places to deliver for us."

She blushed again. I liked this cutie pie.

Cora and I went to the living room. I energized the big screen and started searching for places that delivered to my neighborhood. I tried to think of the place I'd used the last time I had sushi, but I couldn't remember the name. Cora sat back and watched as I eliminated most of them, trying to recall.

Cora suggested maybe pizza would be easier, not that she really wanted it, but Bridget might. She only ate pizza when she celebrated with her soccer team; then, it was only a slice.

I looked over at her, "I didn't know you played soccer."

Cora sighed, "I don't; I coach. I got burned out on playing it a few years ago. Now I coach with a friend whose little girl plays. She's eight and the cutest thing. They have so much fun, and I love watching and helping them.

I smiled, "Awww, that's so nice of you. I play La Crosse in a recreational league. It helps relieve some frustrations now and then. I also swim; it takes my mind off work and is good cardio."

We'd been looking for about fifteen minutes when Bridget walked in, hair in a towel, wearing shorts and another old tee shirt sans bra. I hadn't noticed it earlier, but she had stars tattooed on her right foot and ankle. They looked sexy on her. I could barely make out her nipples pushing at the fabric of her old tee. She was quite a lovely sight.

Bridget smiled, asking, "What are you two doing? Thanks, Wren, I needed that. I feel like a new woman."

Cora jumped up, “My turn!”

She scampered off down the hall to shower.

I looked over at Bridget as she sat down near me, "I can't recall the place I'd ordered sushi from last time, so we were talking about pizza. Now I'm looking for a place that delivers here. What do you like on your pizza?"

Bridget smiled, "That sounds good. I don't eat much pizza. Is that about it when you want it delivered?"

I smiled, "Sweetie, we don't have to eat pizza. There are a few delivery services I've used. I need to find that place I ordered from before."

She thought for a moment, "I love sushi and sashimi. Mmmm."

She licked her lips, and I shivered. This girl had a subtle sexuality that I found very attractive.

I smiled, "You're a girl after my own heart. Ha! I found the perfect place, Sassy Sashimi. We need to ask Cora, though, before I order. Oh, I noticed your tattoo. Do the stars have any meaning? It looks very sexy there, Bridget."

That got a blush from the girl who was so tight-lipped when she arrived and made me smile. She raised her ankle for me to see closer. I almost grabbed it to feel her skin while looking into those lovely eyes.

"Thank you, Wren. They don't have any meaning. I just thought it was sexy too. Do you have any tats?"

This time I blushed, “I have one in a very private area, Bridget. It's Tinkerbell waving her wand.”

She nodded her head, maybe thinking about where Tink might be. Then she smiled, “I bet that's pretty sexy too.”

I smiled, "I've been told once or twice it's adorable."

I almost thought she would ask to see it, but we returned to the sushi thing. We talked about our favorites. I grabbed a pad and pen to write them down just in case Cora also enjoyed sushi.

We kept gabbing about sushi, tattoos, and my shower.

We were so busy talking that we didn't notice Cora running in covered, only in a towel. She'd done something to the remote, and all three heads were spraying water. I calmly told her it was fine and it happens when the batteries run low. Bridget and I followed her back to the shower. I took in those long bare legs admiring them as she walked. I hoped Bridget didn't notice my staring or hear my sigh.

I grabbed some fresh batteries as Cora retrieved the remote. I replaced them, then hit a button, and Poof! Off went the water.

Cora sighed in relief, "Oh, thank you, Wren. I thought I broke it, and I've only been here a couple of hours."

She went to hug me, accidentally dropping her towel as she did. My eyes widened, gazing at this long-legged beauty before she could snatch it up and cover herself. I thought I saw Bridget's eyes widen, too, as she got a glimpse.

"It's fine, sweetie. Bridget and I were discussing sushi and sashimi for dinner instead of pizza. Would that be okay with you?"

She smiled, "That's perfect; as I said, I rarely eat pizza. It just seemed convenient. I love California rolls, Rainbow rolls, and Spicy Tuna rolls. I'll eat just about anything like that."

I smiled, “I love you two already. Bridget and I will order while you get dressed, sweetie. We'll be in the living room.”

Both girls beamed as we left the bathroom, with Cora going to her room and Bridget and I heading to the living room to order. It was only about four, but they'd started in different time zones, and airline food is the pits, so I figured we'd call as soon as we finished the list. It would take time to get here, so we could relax and talk a bit more.

I called in our order, and the expected delivery was about an hour. Cora returned in shorts and a loose tee, no bra. These two were going to kill me running around the house dressed like that. My fingers would be doing some walking tonight, that's for sure.

We broke out another bottle of wine, sat down, and had a much better talk than we had earlier. The girls were relaxing and getting comfortable in a strange house with two people they'd never met. I'd done this before, so it was a good sign that it happened immediately. Some of these kids freak out, and that's never good.

I finished my glass and told the girls dinner was paid for if it arrived while I was taking a shower and getting my comfy clothes on because I felt like I was overdressed. I left them on the sofa to talk. I also mentioned that we'd go grocery shopping in the morning. I hadn't restocked my fridge since I didn't know what they liked to eat. Then capped it all off, telling them to make themselves at home.

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Bridget and Cora waited until Wren was beyond earshot to talk.

Cora asked Bridget, “What do you think of Wren and this house?”

Bridget smiled, "I like both of them. This place is amazing. Oh, sorry, I was a little grumpy on the ride over. My flight sucked sitting next to two morons flirting with me the whole time. I'm feeling much better now."

Cora smiled, "It's fine. I like her too. She's delightful and cares about us, I think. Umm, do you think she's a lesbian?"

Bridget looked at Cora, wondering, "I don't know, I haven't given it a thought. Why do you ask?"

Cora swallowed, "Well, I saw some of her pictures in her room. She's always posed with a redhead in uniform or on some tropical beach in a bikini. I think she was her partner and maybe an airline pilot or military officer or something."

Bridget replied, “Is that a problem, Cora?”

Cora stammered, "Oh, no. Not at all. I don't care. I was curious."

Bridget smiled, "I bet if you ask, she'll tell you. She said she'd answer any question honestly. It doesn't matter to me if Wren is. But I do think she's hot. She told me she has a tattoo of Tinkerbell in a very private place. That's very sexy regardless of her orientation."

Cora looked surprised, "Oh, wow! Does she? I noticed yours. I think it's sexy also and cute. I don't have one yet. I sometimes think about it but don't know what I'd get and where it would be."

Bridget grinned, "Yep, you want to be sure. I wanted one too for a lot of years and couldn't decide. The stars just popped into my head, and I got it."

Bridget lifted her leg, swinging it over for Cora to see a little closer. She smiled as Cora reached out with both hands holding her ankle and foot to examine her artwork.

Cora looked at Bridget's ankle approvingly, "That is nice. Did it hurt much? I've heard it's excruciating if it's near a bone."

Cora held onto Bridget's leg, innocently massaging it as they continued to chat. She released it after a minute, smiling at her new friend.

Bridget bent her leg back, "You have a nice touch, Cora. You can rub my ankle anytime."

Cora blushed and giggled, “It's from playing soccer for so many years. Massaging comes with all that running.”

Just then, the doorbell rang. Cora and Bridget got up to answer it, figuring dinner had arrived. When they opened the door, a cute delivery girl was waiting with the order.

“Umm, is Ms. Wren here? I have her order.”

Bridget spoke as she reached for the food, “Yes, she's in the shower. Thank you.”

"Oh, sure. Would you tell Ms. Wren that Cindy said hello, please?"

Cora answered, “Of course, Cindy. Thank you.”

They closed the door as Cindy left the front porch and headed to the kitchen. Bridget set the food down on the counter and told Cora she'd tell Wren the food had arrived. Cora started opening the package as Bridget left the room.

Wren's bedroom door was partially closed when Bridget knocked. There wasn't an answer, so she slowly opened it and peeked in. The shower was still running, so Bridget moved to the bathroom door. Not looking in she, she announced to Wren that dinner had arrived. When she didn't get a reply, she opened the door further to see Wren rinsing off under the water.

She stood gawking for a few brief seconds marveling at Wren's nude body, then averting her eyes, she called out, "Ms. Wren! Ms. Wren! Dinner is here, and Cindy says hello."

Wren heard her and looked over to see Bridget standing with her eyes half covered by her hand as she looked away.

She smiled, "Thank you, Bridget, and I'll be there in a few. Let me dry off. Would you mind refilling my wine glass, sweetie?"

Bridget replied, as she stole another glimpse of Wren, “I will, thank you, Wren. We'll wait for you.”

Wren smiled, aware of the peek, “Okay, I won't be long.”

Bridget left Wren to get dressed, her heart racing a bit after seeing Wren nude. She didn't see Tink, but she was sure her first thoughts about where Tink resided were true. Hopefully, before her internship was over, she'd see the cute little fairy up close and personal.

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I smiled, knowing Bridget had seen me. I didn't know how much she saw, but I hoped she liked what she did see. I decided to wear my short shorts and an old short sleeve loose crop top with 'Mudhens' printed across my boobs. I wanted a reaction, and I absolutely got one.

I walked into the kitchen, and the girls turned. Their eyes widened as I stood with my hands on my hips. I looked at the table, and It was all set with our dinner. They'd placed me at the head with Cora on my left and Bridget on my right. It was perfect.

I grinned as I took my place, "Did you two sneak samples before I got here?"

They blushed, each taking their seat, "Yes, we did. It looked too yummy not to," Cora replied.

I giggled, "Oh, you naughty girls, I love it. It means you're settling in, and I couldn't be happier. Let's eat. I'm starving."

The girls, especially Cora, kept eyeing my top as we ate.

Finally, she spoke, “Oh, Mudhens. Wasn't that some team on that old television series about a war and a hospital?

I smiled, "Yes, M.A.S.H., it was also our team name when my partner and I ran obstacle courses. It didn't last long. I think we only did three."

Cora asked, "Is that the woman in uniform in a couple of your pictures."

I finished swallowing, "Yes, sweetie, that's Candace, my ex. She's a pilot for United."

Bridget began asking questions, “How did you two meet?”

I sat back, took a sip from my glass, and told them our story, "She was the pilot on a flight I took to a conference. She noticed me when she took a stroll mid-flight through first class. We talked and met later for drinks. One thing led to another, and we started seeing each other. That lasted almost two years. She was based here, so it made our dating almost perfect. Sadly, she liked to look and touch. I like to look also, but when I'm in a relationship, I'm committed to that relationship. So, we parted, and she transferred to another city. We still talk and are friends, though."

Cora asked, “So, you're a lesbian?”

I smiled, "Yes, sweetie, I am. I hope that's not a problem for you. Don't worry; I won't sneak into your rooms at night. That would be completely unprofessional, and I could lose my job."

Bridget replied, “I wasn't worried.”

Cora thought for a moment, "No, I don't have a problem with it, Wren. You're nice. I've been around lesbians before. I was just wondering."

Bridget chimed in, "Curiosity killed the cat. Satisfaction brought her back."

Cora and I laughed. I winked at Bridget, who blushed.

I grabbed another California roll, "If you did have a problem with it, we could make arrangements for you to stay with someone else. I want you both to be comfortable so you can focus on why you're here. Having this internship on your resume will open so many doors for you. We had over one thousand applicants this year. You two were in the top five. I don't want to lose you over my sexual preferences."

They both sat back smiling when I mentioned they were in the top five, very proud of themselves.

I changed the subject, "When we've finished eating, let's make a list of what you want at the grocery store tomorrow. I'm used to cooking for one, so there are quite a few frozen one-person meals in the freezer out in the garage. We can cook for three or stop on the way home and pick up dinner, depending on our moods. Sound good? "

It didn't surprise me that the girls ate over one hundred dollars in sushi. I ordered more than I thought we'd eat, but my darlings were starving. They cleared the table, and I took the bottle of wine to the living room to make our grocery list. I curled up on the middle cushion of the sofa, knees under me, wine glass and bottle on the coffee table, waiting for them.

I thought Bridget's eyes lingered on my tee much more than Cora's. They watched my under breasts as I reached out to take another piece of sushi, which was precisely why I wore my Mudhens top.

I told them I wouldn't come to them. I was hoping, at some point, one would come to me. Who was I to say no to such adorable young ladies?

Cora and Bridget flanked me on the sofa. They sat close, not quite touching me. We made our list, which was extensive. We didn't have to get everything at once, but it gave me an idea of what they liked to eat. Now and then, I'd ask one to hand me my glass, take a sip, then hand it back to put on the table. They didn't seem to mind.

They were both sipping away as I wrote, each becoming more comfortable as the evening wore on. When our list was complete, I had Cora fetch the television remote. We went over the streaming services I'd recently purchased for their entertainment. When they left, I'd cancel them since I rarely watch.

The evening seemed to fly by, and we decided to watch some shows on one of the services. The girls both laid back into their respective corners of the sofa with me in the middle. They looked so cute but awkward trying to stretch out. I offered my lap to lay their feet on so they could stretch out. Bridget took me up on it right away. It took Cora a few minutes longer to raise her long legs and drape them over me. I rested my arms over their legs as they both tried to keep their eyes open to watch the show.

I smiled to myself as they each, in turn, nodded off. I had the remote, so I lowered the sound and let them sleep. I stayed up until the show finished, listening to my darlings snore. I pictured them both snoring away in my bed, and a pleasant warmth grew within me with that image. It may not occur, which would be fine, but it was nice to dream about.

Around ten, I gently woke them. They were embarrassed that they'd fallen asleep. We extracted ourselves from the sofa. They went to get ready for bed as I turned off the television and locked up the house. They met me in my room to thank and hug me before getting into their beds. I told them I was an early riser and coffee or tea was in the kitchen if they desired either. They left, and I finished getting ready for bed. I turned out my light, debating on masturbating. As much as I wanted to, I refrained. It was a bit like edging; I could do that for at least a day or two. Overall, it was the perfect end to the perfect day.

Saturday morning, I woke around six, dressed almost as skimpily as I had the night before. I wore my cut-off sweats and another crop top.

I made coffee, checked my phone, then watched the sunrise over my backyard fence. I love mornings, and they are so quiet and peaceful.

When I finished my coffee, I headed to my office, rolled out my yoga mat, and began stretching. I left the door open, so I could hear when they got up. I didn't expect them for at least another hour or so. I thought about the girls and what we could do for weekend entertainment. I had ideas about visiting places and would run those by them.

With the intensity of their week, the weekends would be primarily for decompressing and unwinding. We each have different ways of doing that, and I felt if they were going to succeed, it was a must.

It usually takes me over thirty minutes to complete my twenty-five favorite poses. The last one I do is a downward dog.

When I finished, I heard movement in the doorway as I rolled up my mat. I turned to see Cora in sweats and a tee similar to mine. I smiled up at her, barely making out her underboobs.

Cora whispered, "Very nice. Maybe next time I could join you, Wren, if you have another mat."

I looked up and smiled, "I don't, but we can get one easily enough, sweetie. Oh, I hope you don't mind me calling both of you, sweetie. It's a habit I have. I should stop it."

She stepped into the room so she didn't have to whisper, "It's fine, I don't mind. You're a little older than we are, and that's cool. The lady I coach soccer for calls me sweetie also. I like it, and I like you too."

I stood, putting away my mat, "I'm glad you like me. I like you both."

Cora asked, "I was wondering if you had an expense account for us. That sushi last night much have cost a fortune."

I smiled as I put it on a shelf, "I do. I have to write down all I spend on you two. But, like interns before you, I tend to spend a little of my own money. Some things I buy might raise eyebrows at work. They were nothing naughty, but they needed pads, shampoos, conditioners, and personal items. The sushi was a little more than I usually spend on a first night's dinner. It's covered, and don't worry about it."

I winked at her, and she blushed. We left my office, and I had to use my bathroom, so Cora headed to the kitchen. She was sipping her coffee when I returned to join her. I poured myself a second cup, and we continued talking.

She volunteered that the woman she coached with and her husband had employed her all through high school as their au pair. She had to quit while in college due to her class schedule. Cora mentioned the mother; Daphne developed feelings for her. It scared her, so she only saw Daphne when she helped coach.

I listened and understood. I told Cora it was fine and thanked her for telling me. Love, regardless of the sexes, can be complicated at times. She'd done the right thing by not acting and possibly breaking up their family. I knew it hurt, but it was probably for the best.

Cora sighed. It was the first time she'd ever told anyone. She thought I might be able to relate and would appreciate it if I didn't tell Bridget. I told her it was our secret and not to worry.

It seemed like a huge load was lifted from her when we finished talking. I was flattered she confided in me. I felt a little guilty lusting after this sweet and caring young woman.

We'd finished our conversation and coffee when Bridget stumbled in, searching for caffeine. She was dressed similarly to Cora, in sweats and a crop top. I was hoping this would be our standard loungewear from now on.

She poured herself some coffee and then sat with us at the table.

I asked, “Are you okay, Bridget?”

She managed, "Yep, I don't sleep well the first couple nights in new places. I tossed and turned, waking up, not realizing where I was. I'll be fine, thank you, Wren."

I smiled, "I'm glad you're okay, sweetie. When you both feel up to it, and before we go grocery shopping, I'd like to see your wardrobes. It's hard packing for an extended stay, and you don't want to wear the same outfit too close together. I don't know if either of you would fit in my things, but we can mix and match if you do. I can take you both shopping to get a few things if that doesn't work. Oh, the other thought I had was swimsuits. I don't know if you brought any or if you'd like to swim. I take a couple of breaks during the week to visit the pool and do a few laps. You're both welcome to join me. I'll buy you suits if you want to go."

Cora grinned, "That's so nice of you, Wren. All my things are hanging in the closet, so assessing them should be easy. I didn't pack a suit. Now I understand some things you don't list on your expense account."

Bridget spoke after swallowing her coffee, "Me too. I love to swim, and packing a suit wasn't on my list. I thought you might have an expense account for us. I hope they don't get mad at the amount of sashimi we ate last night. Thank you for offering to buy us swimsuits."

I smiled, "Then we'll be doing some serious shopping before the grocery store, ladies. You're both welcome."

They both cheered and high-fived each other. While I grinned, thinking of them modeling bathing suits for me.

All three of us were hungry, so we combed the fridge for things to eat. I had enough yogurt and fruit to satisfy my lovelies. Then off to their rooms to check their wardrobe. I took a pad and pen to write down the number of combinations we could make with what they brought. Cora had seventeen, and Bridget had fifteen. If they traded clothes now and then, we could up that a bit. But, to ensure enough variety, they took a tour of my closet. I sat on the edge of the bed as they combed through my clothes, trying things on and giggling. Some things were too tight, some too loose. Some shoes fit, and some didn't.

They were impressed with my Jimmy Choos, Christian Louboutin heels, and the Manolo Blahniks. You know, a girl has to have her shoes. Then they started making outfits with what fit, bringing the combinations to the bed and laying them on it to compare. This lasted about half an hour. They were constantly rearranging things, giggling, and trading to make matches. We made another fifteen sets each, so they were good to go.

My lovelies put everything back in my closet exactly where they got it. I was impressed. I asked them to get dressed so we could go, and off they went as if they were at the races.

After we dressed, we loaded up in my BMW and headed to a cute little boutique swim shop I knew. There, they browsed the one-piece suits. I sat back, waiting for the show, and it did not disappoint. They came out together and individually. They held hands, pirouetting for me and walking as if they were on a Milan catwalk. They looked at price tags opting for the less expensive suits to save me money. They were working their way into my heart more and more. I told them to get what they wanted. The most expensive ones were around fifty dollars. I think I can afford to buy at least one each. They both said I shouldn't spend that much on them. I told them again to get what they wanted and not worry about it. So, they did, and it was well worth it. They hugged and kissed me on the cheek when they thanked me. I smiled when the sales girl told me they were adorable and to bring them back anytime as long as she was working. I winked at her, making a mental note to visit more often.

I was definitely going to masturbate tonight. The girls had me tingling, maintaining that lovely edge. Watching them parade around in those one-piece suits made me realize how much I missed having a lover. I'd have one tonight; she might be imaginary, but it would happen.

I took them to lunch at a little diner. They were still giddy from the swim shop modeling experience, debating whether they should have gotten different suits and how they fit.

Grocery shopping wasn't quite as arousing. We strolled down aisle after aisle getting fresh fruits and vegetables, a few snacks, along with some canned goods. We filled the trunk of the car with groceries and then headed home.

When we got home, the girls told me to relax, and they'd put the groceries away. I changed back into my lounging wear, hoping they'd do the same. Much to my delight, they did. We each grabbed sparkling waters and sat out in the backyard. We were quiet as we sipped and enjoyed the rest of the day.

I enjoyed being around them; I've had interns before, but Bridget and Cora were unique. They got along nicely, were polite and thoughtful, and took the initiative when doing things around my house. My other interns had to be told much more than these two. They even volunteered to make dinner, and I almost fainted.

Dinner was fish tacos; Cora loved them, so she was the head chef. We dined outside because it was so lovely out. We spent the rest of the evening gossiping, telling life stories, comparing relatives, and having a good time. It had only been a day and a half, and I was falling in love with them.

When we went to bed, I made sure my door was closed. I had plans, and I didn't want them to hear me. I went to bed dressed only in my panties. I usually wear a tee also but not tonight.

I waited about ten minutes in the dark, listening for any sound that might indicate they were still awake. I heard nothing, so I eased out of my panties, dropping them on the floor beside my bed.

I stretched before my hands began sliding up and down my bare skin as I pictured Bridget sneaking into my bed. She was nude as she slipped next to me, whispering she wanted to talk to me, and it couldn't wait. I felt her hand on my tummy, working its way up to my breast, where Bridget cupped it and started to roll my nipple with her fingers. I tried to ask her what she wanted to talk about. She quietly told me not to say a thing, she had a question for me, but first, she needed to suckle my breasts.

She covered my mouth with hers, kissing me deeply. After that sloppy kiss, she moved her mouth to my breast and began to suckle and bite. I used my left hand to mimic this as my right hand, pretending to be her right hand, covered my vagina as I slowly inserted a finger.

I kept going, pinching and pulling my nipples as one finger led to two down below. My left hand moved to my other breast as I imagined Bridget switching. Her nursing got more intense, as did my pinching and pulling of my nipples. She was moving back and forth between them as her fingers slid back and forth in me. I spread my legs further. Moaning and quietly calling out her name, I rolled into a fetal position and brought myself to a delightful climax.

As I calmed down, I threw the sheets off of me because my body temperature, heart rate, and breathing had risen. I lay panting as I pictured Bridget looking up at me, smiling, asking if she could see Tink.

I grinned in the dark, wondering what it would be like with her in my bed. I thought next time I'd have Cora join me and then both of them. I loved them and also lusted after them, but I couldn't touch them.

Sunday morning, we all slept in. Well, my sleeping in means six-thirty. I got up, tossed my clothes in the hamper then showered. I debated getting off again, one because I love doing that in the shower, and two, I was still horny.

Bridget and Cora slept in until eight. We had our coffee, and I told them I had no plans for us, so if they wanted to do something, we were free to do it.

Cora said she'd like to lounge around the backyard, working on her tan. Bridget thought that was a great idea. So, when it warmed enough, they went out in skimpy panties and bras because they didn't bring bikinis. I told them we should have bought some at the swim shop. That made them smile and look at me like two lost puppies.

My heart melted. I told them the shop didn't open until twelve, so we'd have lunch and then go. More cheek kisses and hugs, making me tingle and think about masturbating again. The drive wasn't long, and the same sales girl was working. She smiled as we entered, then helped the girls pick out suits. I sat once more, waiting for the show to begin.

This show was much better. The girls tried on skimpy ones, very skimpy ones, and my favorites, the string ones. They narrowed their choices to two, and I told the clerk to ring them up. But the girls stopped her. Each grabbed one of my hands and took me to the bikini aisle. They insisted I get one for myself. I told them I had a couple already. Then they asked if any were string bikinis. I blushed, telling them no. They wanted me to get one because they each got one and would feel uncomfortable if I weren't in one, and they were. I sighed, caving into their request and secretly jumping for joy.

As we were leaving, the sales girl waved, saying with a big smile, "See you tomorrow."

I laughed, waving back.

We changed immediately when we got home. Since I was wearing my newly purchased string bikini, Bridget saw the top of Tink's wings. I almost thought she would ask to see the rest, but that never happened.

I didn't have much sunblock at home, so we made a note to get some. I did have some massage oil which we mixed with the sunblock.

The girls were stunning wearing their string bikinis. I told them the neighbors on either side couldn't see where we were lying. So, if they were inclined at some point in the Summer, they could work on their tan lines. They both blushed crimson.

We took turns oiling each other up, and I nearly came doing their backs. When Cora did my back, I thought of anything but her and her hands against my skin.

I set my phone's alarm for twenty minutes because I didn't trust the sunblock, which had expired last year.

When the alarm went off, I reset it as we rolled over. We only stayed the forty minutes total, not wanting to burn on our first outing.

Before we walked into the house, I asked who wanted to go first in the shower.

Bridget was the first to respond, "Cora can. I went first yesterday."

Cora smiled, "Thank you, Bridget. New batteries mean I won't have any problems, right, Wren?"

I laughed, “You'll be fine, sweetie.”

She giggled as she headed in to shower.

Bridget and I sat in a semi-shaded area as we waited.

The silence broke when Bridget thanked me once more for the swimsuits, "I love my suits, Wren. You didn't have to get them for us. You're spoiling us, not that I mind."

I smiled, "You're welcome. You both are going to get my usual warning about work after dinner. You'll earn those swimsuits by being the best interns I've ever had. Work your butts off and be successful here and in the future. That's all I ask."

She smiled, "Yes, ma'am. We both plan on making you proud of us. You've set the bar high, and we're aiming for it. I don't think we could have a better mentor."

I laughed, "Are you running for office, sweetie? No need to butter me up."

Bridget giggled, "No, seriously, we both like you a lot."

"I'm glad. Oh, after dinner, both of you lay out what you will wear tomorrow. We'll get up early, eat, dress then head in. I start early, so you'll get used to it. I know it's still early, but when Cora comes back, figure out what you both want for dinner."

Bridget smiled, "We will. I'm going to lay out my clothes now so I can relax this evening. I'm thinking of a nice grilled chicken salad, but we'll see what Cora has in mind."

"Sounds good to me. I'll look at your outfit when I get out of the shower."

Bridget went into the house to pick out her outfit. I stayed outside, enjoying the remainder of the day. Cora popped her head out the sliding glass door to tell me she was out of the shower. She also mentioned she'd get her outfit ready for my inspection. I thanked her, telling her I wasn't in a hurry.

I was hoping they'd pick something nice, not too revealing, yet, professional. I was willing to cut them some slack, knowing they wanted to impress on their first day. I also thought they might change their selections after I gave them my talk. I decided to pop in and see what they had before taking my shower.

I looked in on Bridget first. She had laid out two outfits and was in the shower. Cora was doing the same, so back to the kitchen, I went.

I was still tingling from the tanning oil massages, and the urge to relieve myself was great, but I abstained. This had been a tough weekend mentally and sexually for me. It would be a very long Summer if something didn't give reasonably soon.

Bridget finished her shower, walking into the kitchen dressed only in a towel to let me know it was my turn.

I followed her down the hall to my room and my special place, the shower.

My shower lasted longer than usual. I didn't masturbate. However, I did spend a very long time making sure all the oil was off me by soaping myself down. It was a partial relief thing, slick soapy skin, mimicking Cora applying the tan concoction to my breasts and the insides of my thighs. Slow, sensual, and very delicious. If only it were real.

I'd continue this little session tonight so I wouldn't be all wound up in the morning. I'd be on edge on their first day, anyway. Why add to it?

After showering, I dressed in my loungewear, wandering into the kitchen to see my two cuties deciding on dinner: grilled chicken salad or pasta salad. I didn't want to be the deciding factor, so I let them work it out. I went back to my room to pick out my outfit. I stopped to see what they had come up with on the way.

Cora had a nice white knit blouse with a black mini skirt, complimented with black pumps. I thought the skirt was a bit too short, but I was being overprotective. She had the legs for it, that's for sure.

Bridget had removed one outfit and laid out a light green dress with gold pumps. A good combination, not too revealing, but I think it would impress.

Back in my room, I picked one of my grey business suits with a crème blouse. I didn't want to upstage my darlings, and I wanted to set an example for them.

So, in the kitchen, I went to see who won. They were both smiling and laughing as they gathered the ingredients for meatless spaghetti with garlic bread and a salad. Compromise can be beautiful.

Dinner was lovely, we talked about the day, and then I gave my lecture. I didn't want to sound too foreboding, but they needed to be aware.

Before we cleared the table, I began, "Our company, like many others, has good and bad people. With interns, I consider myself to be like a mother hen; my interns are my little chicks."

They both giggled, with Bridget making little chick peeps.

I looked over at her, and she stopped, "Silly, I know, but hear me out. A mother hen protects and defends her chicks. She shows them how to survive in a dangerous barnyard. There are all sorts of dangers out there. She's lost chicks who didn't listen to her, and she doesn't like that. She loves her babies. Chicken hawks are circling the barnyard looking for sweet little chicks to scoop up and take away from the mother hen. It's happened before, so the little chicks must listen to their mother. They could become the nasty chicken hawk's victims if they wander too far. They can wander if they ask mother chicken if it's okay to venture out."

They both stifled their laughs as I finished. I was smiling too because it was silly.

Cora replied first, "That was cute, Wren. I get it. Thank you. You won't have to worry about this little chick at all. If I have questions, I'll ask.”

Bridget said the same thing. I thanked them as we cleared the table to relax on the sofa.

We returned to the show the girls fell asleep to on Friday night. This time they snuggled close to me. I wrapped my arms around them as we watched. They felt good, and I was happy.

I asked if they were comfy, and they both replied, "Yes, mother hen."

We all laughed, and I wondered if they were tingling where I was.