Maggie and I had our first face-to-face with Elizabeth Rose Lancaster. Maggie was knotted
about the whole deal, straightening up everything and ordering new environs. The lighting was just
right, but Maggie's wicked sense threw a little bitter into the aromas. I'm not sure if that was
for her own mood or for me, since this wouldn't be a full sensor meet and Lancaster for sure
wouldn't smell it. Maggie had even gotten a new, uncomfortable sectional to project a more
professional image than our old, cozy one. When I suggested that we soften the whole look with some
flowers, Maggie almost orbited and snippily reminded me that we weren't setting up a date here. I
must have looked a little hurt, 'cause even Maggie knew she had stepped too far. We cuddled after
that and I told her that no matter what I was her Johnny and reminded her how much she did it for
me with a nice grind. That seemed to brighten her a bit, so while she straightened up, I cleared
the wall and set up to receive and broadcast in ten. Maggie came back in five and she even looked a
dish in her 'caster threads that she had chose to wear. Maggie always had an eye to what threads
wear where. I guess that comes with being a 'caster. She had picked out my gray flannel, which was
about the least studly threads I own. It could have been worse I guess. Knowing Lancaster was a
double h, she might have asked me to wear something fem. Whether she just didn't think it or
whether she just knows that dressing fem doesn't do it for me, I'm not sure. Our wall notified us
it was syncing with Lancaster's and Maggie primped us both before she flashed, as big as life
face-to-face. Lancaster looked just like her public sig, of course, only 180. She had chosen to
'cast sitting behind an old fashion writing desk. It was a tasteful look, though cluttered at first
glance. However, all around Lancaster, subtly presented, were the icons of a scriber. There was the
feather pen on the desk, old fashion linen stationary in a stack before her, even an old QWERTY
keyboard in a frame on the wall. It seems even Lancaster had an eye for the pose and wanted to make
sure we knew she was a scriber. I don't know why she bothered. If I knew my Maggie she had already
paid a digger to find out everything about Lancaster that she was willing to admit to the world -
and then some. Because she was a 'caster, Maggie knew some righteous diggers, too. As a talent
herself, Maggie couldn't dig any better than I did. But no doubt, she already had someone on the
case and would have had at least a prelim already. There was a protocol on face-to-face's in our
credit bracket of course, so as the originator Lancaster had the first crack. "Greetings! Thank you
for receiving me into your home. My name is Elizabeth Rose Lancaster. Acquaintances call me
Elizabeth, but my friends call me Rosie." Lancaster had a nice voice, a little deep and throaty,
but definitely fem. Her greeting was a nice touch, being friendly right off the bat. I doubted
whether she'd get the same from Maggie. "I greet you Ms. Lancaster. My name is Margaret Alicia
Juarez. I invite you to call me Ms. Juarez for now." A bit less cordial for sure, but
professionally delivered, as one would expect. Lancaster didn't seem twisted by Maggie's cool
response though, immediately directing a friendly gaze at me. I realized I had to step lightly
here. I certainly didn't want to twist Maggie any more than she was already. After all, I have to
live with her. But, I didn't want Lancaster to think that we were both twisted out of shape either.
"I greet you Ms. Lancaster. My name is Robert Allman LaCroix. Acquaintances call me Robert; friends
call me Bobby. I invite you to call me Mr. LaCroix." I hoped that Lancaster could tell that I
wanted very much to add "for now," but even what I had said already twisted Maggie a notch or two.
I could tell by the tension in her gorgeous thigh that was touching my own possessively. "Ms.
Juarez, Mr. LaCroix, I realize that it is not common practice that Third options are offered by
complete strangers. I would like to do everything I can to allay any reservations that either of
you might have and to do whatever I may to begin our relationship on a positive note." Even Maggie
would have had a hard time delivering a better line and she had scripters to help her. Whoever
Lancaster was, she was obviously a sharp cookie and a fair scriber to boot. "Ms. Lancaster," Maggie
began in a professional, if icy, tone, "since our legals are still working on the contract, I'm not
certain that we would have a relationship at this time that we might have reservations about." "Ms.
Juarez, as I'm sure your legals have advised you, I'm not asking for anything but the standard
Third contract that has been well tested by law for some years now. Assuming there are no serious
preconditions that you are requesting, I see no reason why the contract cannot be finalized within
the next day or so. Would you feel more comfortable if I were to call again at that time?" "No, Ms.
Lancaster, that won't be necessary. It is good to at least see the woman who might be living with
us for the next year." "I had been led to believe that your current accommodations were sufficient
for me to exercise the residence options. I assure you that I will take up far less room that I am
legally entitled to. But, if that is a problem, I will of course agree to underwrite any reasonable
relocation expense that you might incur." Maggie was just being a snit. All that Lancaster had said
was a given. She was legally entitled to a third of our space, but we had plenty anyway. We even
had a larger flat than the law required of married two's. "No, I don't want to move. Our lives are
going to be disrupted enough with this - this arrangement. We will make do here." Maggie may have
been more twisted than even I realized. "Ms. Juarez, I can empathize that this situation might not
be what you would most prefer. I will do whatever I can reasonable do to accommodate your feelings.
I realize that we will not be a family, that I will always be a Third in what is YOUR home, but I
hope that in the end we can be friends." Maggie was obviously twisted, out and in, but Lancaster
had been a stand-up lady about it all. I felt like something else needed to be said and even though
it might not have been my place to say it, well, there ya go. "Ms. Lancaster," I began feeling a
little tentative. "Elizabeth, thank you for expressing that attitude. I hope that you will bear
with us. Maggie and I have been together for a long time and we have never had a Third before. It's
all a bit -new- to us." I said it all looking at Maggie, hoping she would feel that I wasn't
dogging her.

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 It seemed to help a little. Maggie does it for me more than any Jane I ever met, so
even if Lancaster got a little twisted, Maggie was my main concern. "I hope that both of you know
that I can respect that," Lancaster said more subdued, more gently than even before. "It's obvious
that you both care about each other deeply. I don't want to do anything that would intrude on your
relationship." "Does that mean you'll withdraw your option?" Maggie questioned a little too
eagerly, a little too fiercely. Lancaster took a moment, drawing an obvious breath before coming to
a conclusion. "Ms. Juarez, mine is a serious offer. I didn't make it frivolously. I'm not a
frivolous woman. However, if after taking a bit to know me, if you have objections to me personally
I will withdraw my option. Surely you understand that even if you reject my option, you will soon
be forced by law to accept another. You could do much worse than me as your Third, Ms. Juarez. But,
I don't want to exercise my legal rights and then live in a situation that none of us would find
bearable. And, of course, I would feel the same about you, Mr. LaCroix. If there is any reason you
might find me unacceptable, I would understand as well." There was no reason that I could see why
we shouldn't accept Lancaster's option. This wasn't like Maggie to be so upset. We've known about
the Third laws since we were kids. We knew about it when we decided to get married. It's not like
every married couple in the world didn't have to do the same thing. In some cultures it was much
worse. Maggie was still too twisted so I spoke nice and told Lancaster we would be in touch. Then I
signed out. I just held Maggie for a long time because she wanted to be reassured. It wasn't
cuddling really, at least not at first. But holding Maggie and wiping her tears, it's hard for me
not to get rocky for her. I guess the same was true for her because soon she wanted to be cuddled
nice and all. We've been together for so long that it's not like a seventh night grope with us. We
both knew where to go to get each other steamy even when we're sad. I led Maggie into our bedroom
and we slowly pulled each other's threads off. Maggie wasn't in any hurry and neither was I. More
than anything she just wanted to know that I loved her and that nothing would ever change about
that. After we were skinned, I let her lay me back. She wanted to work on me in a bad way, so I lay
back as she took the lead. Maggie always takes my breath away, but even more so when she's skinned.
Her luxurious, black hair falls down her back like a mane and it's the first part of her wild,
sultry look that grabs the eye. Her hair is wicked, but it's her eyes and her lips that get me so
rocky. She has these wide, almond-shaped eyes that make me feel like I'm floating when she turns
them on me. And her lips! She has these thick, sexy lips that make me wanna blow just thinking
about them. That's just the part that I can always see! When she's skinned, it's like someone put
me in a pressure tank and vented the air. First she's got this all over tanned complexion thing
from her mother's side that gives her this smooth burnt copper goddess look 360. She's always had a
tight bod, but as she's gotten higher on the 'cast's food chain, she's had her ass and tits aug'ed.
They're not synth'ed - so it's all her - but she's had them shaped and who knows what else.
Anyways, Maggie laid me out and took my hard meat between those silky lips, running her hot tongue
all the way around the head. Seeing her looking at me with those big eyes while that tongue worked
on me was stone rocky. She nibbled her way down the outside of the shaft and switched to pumping
the head with her soft hand as she chewed the root softly, just at the base where it rises out of
my sack. As much as I love it when Maggie gnaws on me, I can't look at her enough when she's doin'
it. So, I pulled her up, encouraging her to either mount for a ride or let me feast. I guess she
thought I looked hungry 'cause she kept coming up until that lovely, lovely beav was right before
me, waiting to be devoured. Maggie had a permanent shave years ago so all that was left of her
curly's was just enough to tickle my nose as I lapped her. Maggie has always been a juicer, so it
was easy to slide my fingers deep as she stood before me on her knees. She was leaning with her
hands high on the wall above our bed and I could look up and see those wonderful tits rising and
falling with her hot breath. I would have loved to grope them, but my other hand was busy stroking
her firm ass and it was a lot closer. Maggie's button was swollen and erect as I licked it. She
clamped down on my fingers inside her and what juices I couldn't lap began to run down my forearm.
They were so hot and thick, as they flowed in little rivulets down my palm and over my wrist they
snaked in a slow, sensuous way that felt great. Her moans harmonized with each squishy finger
thrust to produce a lovely music, firing me up even more. My left hand was feeling her tightly
muscled tail flexing more and more convulsively, so I knew when Maggie was just about to pop. Right
before she did, I sucked up her button and buried my fingers deep and it was a good thing I was
holding tight. Maggie let out a wicked scream that let the whole block know she had got her nut and
her puss was squeezing my fingers wicked. It was one of the best pop's she's had with me in a long
time. I was so glad she could get it just when she was worried most about all this Third option
biz. But Maggie didn't leave me hanging like some Jane's can do. She looked at me all lovely as she
settled back on my meat and we had a long, gentle ride together. Since Maggie had just pop'ed so
wicked, she was able to take her time before she built up to another. I think she just wanted to
look into my eyes and rock me slow and gentle 'cause that's what she did. I told Maggie how much
she did it for me. I told her that she had been my first and she would always be my First no matter
how many Thirds we had. I know your not suppose to say that, that legally there's no such thing as
First, but it felt like something that she needed to hear. At first I thought maybe I had upset
her, cause she started crying right off. But then Maggie started rockin' so righteous I knew it
must have been right. We had such a lovely, loving toss that I was sure that no matter what
happened with Lancaster or any other Third we would ever have, Maggie and I would love each other
for the rest of our lives. That was the way it had always been. That's the way I wanted it to be
forever. 

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