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The following is fiction of an adult nature. If I believed in
setting age limits for things, you'd have to be eighteen to read
this and I'd never have bothered to write it. IMHO, if you can
read and enjoy, then you're old enough to read and enjoy.
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All persons here depicted are figments of my imagination and any
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Official stuff: Story codes: teen, mf, mF, ff, con.
If stories like this offend you, you will offend ME if you read
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Tom's Diary
Sunday, March 31, 2002
I saw that Sue Ellen had turned out the pool lights; it was a
little after midnight now. I almost missed seeing her, Sue Ellen
was sitting by herself on a picnic table; only a stray gleam of
light from the kitchen revealed her. I walked up and she
smiled.
"It's a pretty evening," Sue Ellen said quietly.
"I get this feeling that you aren't enjoying this as much as
some," I replied to her softly.
She laughed and punched me lightly on the arm. "Some I could
mention have had a really good time." She turned more serious.
"You. Tony. Anna and Sally. Even Jennifer." Another pause,
"Most others, I guess." Yet another pause. "I don't know what's
gotten into Janey tonight. She's been chasing all of the girls,
even the straight ones. I told her to chill; now she's pissed at
me."
"If this works at all," I told her quietly, "it has to be free
choice." Sue Ellen nodded. "And who have you chosen?"
She looked at me, shook her head. "No one rings my chimes. Not
Tony, not you. Not Janey..." She sighed.
I wondered how to tell her about Nancy and Tony. "Nancy?" I
inquired.
"Oh, that." Sue Ellen chuckled. "I don't know what those two
thought, she and Tony. Tony doesn't like to admit it, but after
doing it... his interest really flags for a while. There were
times when, for no reason I could see, he wasn't interested.
Very un-Tony-like. And about then, Nancy would avoid me; if we
met, she wouldn't meet my eyes.
"So I decided, what the heck, I'd do something she wouldn't
expect. Her, me... and someone other than Tony."
"She wanted someone to try to explain it to you." I shook my
head. "I don't think you can explain things like that... they
just happen."
"I didn't really mind. Tony's sweet, I figured that Nancy
probably had a lot of problems... She and Dawn have been close
for a long time. Which meant Keith was around."
"She hates Keith; really hates him. A few close calls but Tony
was the first and only guy, until tonight.
"And now, Tom Ferguson, man of steel."
"I've had to take some time to rest up," I told her, laughing.
She was silent again, and then glanced at me. "If you could be
with anyone here, right now, who?" she asked.
I sighed. "I don't honestly know. Jenny and I..." I shook my
head. "She's always going to be special to me. Anna, Sally..."
I huffed a sigh.
"Anna took Sally home," Sue Ellen told me. "Tony's locked in a
room in the pool house with Fleur." She giggled at that. "He is
so smitten!"
"Thank you, by the way, for telling me about her," I told her.
"She certainly had a smile on her face when you two came back to
the pool." Sue Ellen laughed. "Mindy was a surprise."
I raised an eyebrow. "You invited her, why was that?" I
asked.
"Tony did," Sue Ellen corrected. "She's shy; really shy. A bad
boyfriend, I think." I nodded, that's what Mindy had said. "And
then, after you, Janey. Later, she helped with chips and dips,
then she and Michelle vanished."
Speak of the devil; Mindy came walking out of the house.
"Where's everyone?"
"Conjugating," I told her. Mindy giggled, then her eyes went to
Sue Ellen.
"I fell asleep," Mindy sounded apologetic.
"Me too," I told her.
Mindy glanced at me, but her eyes returned to Sue Ellen.
Fascinated, I thought, by Sue Ellen's breasts. The two traded a
look that was strongly reminiscent of Mom and Melinda the other
day. Sure enough, Mindy held out her party hat to Sue Ellen, who
looked at it, surprised. The two traded another series of looks,
and then Sue Ellen glanced apologetically at me. "Later, Tom."
I nodded, and the two of them went towards the house, hand in
hand.
I contemplated what I should do; I decided that since nothing
was going on at the pool, I should check out the house myself, so
I trailed along after a minute or two.
There was no one in the kitchen. I found a glass, got a drink
of water, and then another. I was surprised that I was suddenly
thirsty. Then I mentally kicked myself; in a while, I was going
to have to go pee. With luck, the urge wouldn't come at the
wrong time. I walked into the theater room; the only person
there was Janey Sussman, who was sitting alone on the couch,
dozing. I started to back out, and as I did, her eyes snapped
open.
"I'm awake," she said softly.
"Sorry," I said apologetically.
She glanced around. "What time is it?"
"After midnight."
She patted the couch next to her. "I have a proposition for
you," she said as I sat down.
"I'm always interested in propositions," I replied, a grin on my
face.
"I hear you are supposed to be the cat's meow when it comes to
muff diving."
I shrugged. "No complaints."
"You think you could bring me off?" she asked, challenging me.
Again I shrugged. "That would be pretty much up to you," I told
her.
"You bring me off first, and I'll let you fuck me."
"Well gosh, Janey," I said as sarcastically as I could. "What a
deal! Why would I want to fuck you?"
She blinked, looked down at my groin. Nope, not hard. She
laughed, then. "I could blow you, and get your interest up."
"Maybe," I told her. "How about this? I eat you up, and then
you can do whatever you please."
She looked at me. "You'd do it? Even if I got up and walked
away and found Sue Ellen or someone else afterwards?"
I nodded. "Yep. Tell you what; you can pretend I'm a new
candidate for the cheerleading squad. You've picked me; I'm the
one you want to go down on you."
Janey nodded, then slid forward on the sofa, and I knelt down on
the floor at her feet. I leaned close, stroking her inner
thighs, thighs that she had spread wide to welcome me. She had,
I realized as I ran my tongue over her pubes, shaved her pussy
hair. Her slit was as featureless as JR's. I gently pried it
open with my fingers, revealing a small clit, and a little flower
of skin surrounding it. I licked her clit, and then applied my
mouth to her vaginal opening, sending my tongue as deep into her
as I could reach.
For maybe half a minute, I did that, awareness growing only
slowly. Before, when I'd done this with a girl, she would move,
make soft sounds, talk to me. Janey was like a frozen statue, no
sound and no movement. I glanced up at her; she sat still,
looking ahead, no real expression on her face. As I realized
this wasn't doing anything for her, I also realized I was still
as limp as a noodle. That was bizarre; I'd never had that
trouble before, except for Elizabeth. I wasn't entirely certain,
but I didn't think this was the same.
Janey was a little moist, but not as much as Fleur. Janey had
washed recently, using some sort of herbal soap. She smelled
fresh and nice; so that wasn't it. I pushed deeper, rubbing her
clit with my thumb; then I tried lifting her bottom, to push my
tongue deeper yet. Two minutes into eating her out, I admitted
defeat. Neither one of us was moved in the least.
I pulled back, looked up at her. "This isn't good for you."
Janey smiled, but said, "You have the longest tongue. God, no
one has tongue fucked me that deep before!" She sighed,
"But..."
"If it's doing nothing for you, and it's not doing anything for
me... a good reason to consider doing nothing." She nodded, and
I rocked back on my heels and stood up. Janey was still sitting
with her legs spread wide. For the life of me, I couldn't
understand why I didn't want to at least suck her pussy. But I
didn't.
"I'm sorry," Janey whispered. "I'm really sorry."
I shook my head. "No regrets, Janey. None. It just didn't
work. Better to realize it and stop than continue frustrating
ourselves."
She moved her hands, start to rub her pussy with one hand, her
breasts with the other. After a second, she gave a little gasp,
then met my eyes. She'd let me watch her masturbate to orgasm, I
thought, and it hadn't taken very long at all. Maybe this was
like Elizabeth after all.
She met my eyes. "Everything still works."
I nodded and decided not to laugh. "Later, Janey."
I turned around to go, and then stopped. Jenny was standing a
few feet away, hand in hand with Katrina.
"I was looking for you," Jenny said with a smile. Her eyes went
past me to Janey who had gone back to dozing. "Want to do
something kinky?" Jenny asked. I looked at her; my earlier
problem, not having an erection, had proved temporary. Katrina
saw the change and blushed.
"Come," Jenny said, reaching out for my hand.
She led Katrina and me through the house, down a hallway. I'd
seen the bathroom at the end of the hall; I hadn't realized there
was another bedroom, just to the left of the bathroom. Jenny
pushed the door open, and I saw the biggest bed I'd ever seen in
my life; king sized and then some. Sitting side by side on the
side closest to the door were Gaby Sanchez and Fay Church,
although they weren't so much sitting as making out.
Jenny squeezed my hand and whispered in my ear, her breasts
against my arm. "It's a big bed. Gaby said we shouldn't let all
that room go to waste. We were going to catch some Z's."
I nodded, feeling a little weary right then myself. Gaby was a
nice looking girl, medium size, with pert breasts and dark
nipples. They weren't as dark as Anna or Sally's had been,
though. Long black hair, a little on the coarse side, but pretty
anyway.
Fay was as blonde as Gaby was dark; corn silk blonde, almost
white hair, hair every bit as long as Gaby's. Gaby had a dark
mat of pussy hair, Fay's was almost transparent, and there wasn't
much of it. Fay's pussy was like Janey's, a small flower of skin
folds. In Fay's case, you didn't have to pull her pussy lips
back to see it; her beautiful flower was easily visible.
What had Sue Ellen said, way back when? She'd given a list of
the lesbians, a list that had included Jenny and Gaby... but not
Fay. Or Katrina. I felt someone touch my shoulder, from behind
me. I turned and saw Janey.
"Room for one more?" I saw Gaby glance at Jenny, saw Jenny nod
the least bit.
"There's always room for one more," I said softly, "at least
that's what my dad says when he's stuffing a suitcase."
There were chuckles and, for a second, I got the weird idea that
they were talking amongst themselves, without saying a word. I'd
noticed that with Mom and Melinda, Sue Ellen and Mindy. Now
there were five girls in the room, using the same communication.
I stood there, mostly clueless, wondering what they were saying
to each other.
Gaby got up from the bed and joined the four of us, standing by
the door. She went to Katrina and smiled. "Ready for bed,
sweetie?" Katrina blushed lightly, but stepped forward. Gaby
pulled Katrina the last few steps, and wrapped her arms around
Katrina's waist. Katrina lifted her lips to be kissed, and Gaby
obliged her. Two seconds later the two of them had their hands
on each other's bottoms, pulling themselves tightly into
pussy-to-pussy contact; a kiss that measured a million degrees
centigrade, I thought.
I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw Janey kissing
Jenny's breasts. It too was a seriously hot kiss; and Jenny's
fingers were already headed for Janey's pussy. I watched that
for a second, and then saw Fay was still sitting on the edge of
the bed. What was I supposed to do?
Maybe I didn't understand the language women used among
themselves, but I think Fay could speak mine. Like Janey a few
minutes before, she spread her legs wide, using her hands to hold
them apart. I walked the six steps to her and, as I had for
Janey, knelt on the floor. I headed for the little flower
petals, sucking gently on them, using my tongue to lave and
caress her. Fay let out a sibilant sound of pleasure; her hand
left her breast to run through my hair. Her clit was shaped like
a miniature penis; instead of being turned off, though, I was
turned on, rubbing its length with my finger, then taking it into
my mouth and sucking on it.
Fay sighed again, and then I felt her shake. That easy to make
you come? I chuckled to myself. I'm going to make you beg me to
stop! I started seriously pushing my tongue inside her, my hands
busy on their own with her relatively small breasts. Fay pressed
her hands atop mine at one point, upping the pressure on her
breasts to something that must have been just short of painful;
she let out a little cry of pleasure, then another as I tweaked
her hard nipples.
Behind her, I could hear Jenny's oooohhhs! and ahhhhs! start up,
and right in the middle of things, Katrina's voice, clear and
bright. "Oh! That tickles! Don't stop!" I nearly giggled
aloud myself, and I could tell that Fay was experiencing spasms
different from her orgasms up to then. I moved my hands under
her bottom, lifting her to my tongue, and she shrieked with
pleasure as I reached deep inside her with my tongue.
With a move like an eel, Fay slid forward abruptly, pushing me
down and back, onto the carpeted floor of the bedroom. I lay on
my back, and for a moment she kissed me, hard and hungry.
"Grrrrr," she said in a mock growl. "I want to eat you, too."
She coiled around, presenting me with her bottom again, while
taking my hard on in her hand, and a second later, her mouth.
Every girl I'd been with had had slightly different anatomy.
Fay's was the worst for this position; there was almost nothing I
could reach with my tongue without bending myself into a pretzel,
a position I could only hold for a few minutes. So I finger
fucked her while she sucked me. From someplace in the depths of
my memory I heard Jenny's voice say, 'use two fingers!' I did
that; which sent Fay corkscrewing and twisting, putting my
erection in dire jeopardy of abrupt truncation by her teeth.
She quickly regained control, but that was because she let go of
my cock to enjoy what was going on inside her pussy. Her
movements became more frenzied; then she gave a little squeak,
completely at odds with the sounds she'd been making before, then
collapsed down across my body.
After a second, she clumsily got off; I took a few knees and
elbows in places that didn't need them, then Fay helped me up.
She kissed me, her hand going to rub my cock. "I'm tempted,
really tempted," Fay whispered in my ear, lightly blowing in it,
her tongue running around the curve. I nearly shot off, God,
that was sexy!
She went on, "The one time I tried it with a guy, we did
sixty-nine and he shot off in two seconds. He didn't even lick
me once. Oh baby, what a licking you gave me! Then it got
better and better!" I smiled at her, and her fingers curled
around me. "Now I'm tempted to try again."
I reached down; her fingers were cupping my balls now, and I
moved my cock to rub that little flower between her legs; then
her clit. I moved a few inches towards Fay, sliding my erection
between her legs; not where it would normally go, but between her
thighs. I stroked into her as if I was pushing into her vagina,
slowly at first, then a little faster.
"Mmmm!" Fay sighed in pleasure, and I moved again, deliberately
rubbing my cock head through the folds of her pussy, paying
special devotion to the flower there. I looked past Fay, saw
Janey between Jenny's legs, eating her up; Gaby was doing the
same thing to Katrina. Fay leaned close, her fingers trailing
across my cheek; her lips came to my ear.
"How many pussys has that been in today?" her voice was whisper
soft.
I decided that Mom didn't count; Fay was asking about the party.
Mindy, Fleur, Anna, Sally, Sue Ellen, Nancy. Fay would be
number seven, and I told her. "Seven is my lucky number," Fay
said, and then moved a little so that my cock head penetrated her
slightly. She was very wet, and I moved just a bit myself, and
it was further inside her. She moved again and I moved, and
before you knew it, I was in all the way.
She smiled at me, "Can we do this standing up?"
I nodded but added, "It's better in bed."
She giggled. "Isn't it always?" She moved back, and we managed
to lay down, me on top. We commenced some serious lovemaking,
both of us getting wound up and cumming twice, although at
different times. After the second time I'd spent myself into
her, Fay grinned and I saw she was looking towards Jenny and
Janey. I looked; not only were the two of them watching us, so
were Gaby and Katrina.
Fay giggled again, and once more I thought it was an interesting
sensation when you are inside a girl. She lifted with her hips,
and I knew it was a get off sign, not a let's-do-it-again hint.
I pulled out, and Fay rolled off the bed. "Scoot over," she told
the others, and everyone scooted over one position. Now I was
next to Jenny; then there was another movement, and Janey ended
up on the other side of Katrina.
In a moment, Fay and Janey were each suckling on Gaby's breasts.
Jenny saw it, grinned. "Me too." I met Katrina's eyes across
Jenny's body, asking the question. Her eyes went to Jenny's
breasts, then a shy nod. For some time, we both made love to
Jenny's breasts; I could see that Katrina was finger fucking
Jenny as well. Jenny in turn was single-mindedly enjoying the
attention.
Several times when I was licking and kissing Jenny, I could see
Katrina's eyes on me. Our faces were only inches apart, and one
of those times it looked to me like Katrina offered up a kiss to
me. I accepted, brushing my lips across hers. Then a moment
later, again; this time the kiss was longer, more intense. When
I pulled back for a moment, there was a dreamy look on Katrina's
face; helped, no doubt by the fact that Jenny was no longer
single-minded about her own pleasure, she was finger fucking
Katrina.
"Go ahead, sweetie," Jenny murmured quietly in Katrina's ear.
"Go ahead." Katrina looked at me, thinking about it. Then Jenny
moved sliding atop Katrina, briefly pausing to rub her pussy
against Katrina's. Then Katrina was next to me, and Jenny and I
were kissing her breasts as we'd kissed Jenny's a few moments
before.
Katrina's breasts were small like I preferred; light nipples,
lighter in color than mine. There was one big difference though,
from any other girl whose nipples I'd sucked on. With Katrina
there was a definite taste. An odd, soft sweetness that was
definitely interesting. I kept sucking for a while, more than I
usually would, then Jenny whispered in Katrina's ear, "Sit on
Tom's face."
I saw indecision on Katrina's face, then she looked at me; the
indecision remained. Jenny sensed it too, leaned close and
whispered something to Katrina I couldn't hear. Katrina
whispered back and Jenny kissed her, caressing her breasts.
"Sorry, Tom," Katrina said quietly. "I just..."
I smiled at her. "No need to apologize. None." Katrina got up
then, walked to the door, Jenny trailing along. Now I was the
only male in bed with three girls; one of whom I'd made love to,
and I was tolerably sure I was never going to be with either of
the other two. I got up too, and followed Jenny and Katrina out
the door.
I glanced at the clock in the living room, it was after two.
There was a couple lying on the couch, vertically imposed, both
asleep. I walked into the home theater and the TV was off, but
Jenny and Katrina were kissing on the couch. I continued on,
going back to the pool area and sat down in a deck chair, staring
out over the water. The moon was up, casting a clear white light
down on the pool and the small patch of grass that was the back
yard.
I watched the moon dance on the occasional wave in the pool; the
world was silent, the night cool but not cold. I glanced up, but
between the moon and the city, only one or two stars were
visible. Tom Ferguson, boy wonder. Seducer of women. Well,
maybe not.
Who had I actually seduced? Maybe Shannon. Not Marsha, I
suppose you could make a case I seduced JR, but she had agreed
awfully fast. There was a case that could be made about Penny,
too. But she had been the one who came back and said let's do
it. Mom? Mary? Kim? Nope, I thought, I'm not one to seduce
someone, but I definitely am there when I'm wanted. Mutual
agreement to make love, I thought. That's pretty much my
hallmark.
I remembered things Shannon had said about how she'd progressed
to sex the first time; Mindy had spoken of the same things. I'd
never done it that way; I'd never spent weeks or months working
up to it with someone. Was that wrong? I couldn't hardly see
that it was. Then there was Sally. Dear Sally, who spoke a
simple word, a word that at long last I was beginning to get a
grip on its true meaning.
Sally had been a virgin, but I hadn't seduced her. She'd come
fully primed, ready. Too ready, it turned out, having a stupid
idea; not the sex, but the play-acting.
I heard a rustle, sensed someone come up behind me. I glanced
back over my shoulder, but all I could see was the lower part of
her body, the rest was hidden in the shadows. "Don't look." Her
voice was unfamiliar.
I wasn't certain what she meant, but there was a modest patch of
pubic hair, so she was definitely a she. She came up directly
behind me, straddling the chair with her legs, then she started
rubbing my neck and shoulders. It was pleasant, and after a bit,
very relaxing. I drifted again, watching the sparkles on the
water.
Was this it, I thought. I'm reduced to sitting here, with a
girl I don't recognize; much less know her name, rubbing my back.
There were a lot of things I wasn't sure of, but I was tolerably
sure that the sun was going to rise in the east in a few hours,
and that sooner than that this girl and I would be making love.
Was this a good thing? With someone I didn't know? I'd
undoubtedly seen her face at some point tonight, but from the
brief glimpse, it wasn't someone I knew. I almost laughed aloud;
all I'd seen was the area between her legs. Just how many girls
would I recognize by that alone?
I felt my arousal increasing as her fingers worked on my neck
and shoulders, then down my spine. This was, I thought, hormones
and nothing but hormones. Were hormones a good enough reason to
make love to someone? I'd always told myself they weren't, yet
here I sat, once again getting very close to the moment where I'd
turn around and start kissing her pussy, her breasts; who knew,
maybe she'd let me make love to her backside, if the hormones
moved both of us that direction, as they had with Fleur.
The girl behind me moved closer, and I felt her breasts press
against my back for a moment, then her nipples, erect, moved
across my skin. No doubt about it, I thought. Another girl who
was as ready as I was; and there was no doubt that I was ready,
either. This wasn't like it had been with Janey, I felt nothing
like hesitation. In fact, I wanted to turn and suckle those
wonderful nipples titillating my back. Then she was rubbing her
bush against my lower back; a bush with a strong trace of
moisture.
The girl spoke suddenly, her voice different than I'd expected;
only Melinda, the TV reporter had anything like the full, rich,
lush tones in her voice. "All my life I wanted things: this,
that, the other. And I would ask my mom or dad, and there it
would be. When I got to junior high, I started looking at boys,
and sure enough, it didn't take long before I wanted one in
particular.
"My dad, for the first time I could ever remember, told me no,
my boyfriend couldn't sleep over. My mom, for the first time I
could remember, told me that I wasn't enough old to understand
such things. She told me about babies and AIDS and all of that,
but I'd heard about it in school. Take me to the doctor, I told
her. He can fix me up. Except my parents wouldn't take me, so
one day I made my own appointment on a Saturday, went in and
asked the doctor for birth control."
She chuckled lightly. "He said I was too young, he couldn't
give me something like that without my parent's permission.
"So I told myself, screw them. I'm going to do it; so I brought
the boy home one day after school and we did it.
"Except, he'd never done it before, and neither had I. The
rubber leaked, and the second time he didn't even bother." I
sighed, afraid where the story was going; I'd heard it from my
mom.
"Nothing happened; I didn't catch any disease, I didn't get
pregnant. But more importantly, he hadn't done anything for me;
it was more fun masturbating myself.
"A few weeks later, I met a man, a nice older man. He knew how
to use a rubber right, he knew a doctor who fitted me for a
diaphragm. And he sure did something for me; God, it was great
sex! Then, one day his wife came home early, and caught us.
That wasn't good."
"I imagine not," I said quietly.
I heard a huffed sigh. "But, I'd learned the lessons I needed
to learn. After that, the sex still ranged from bad to good to
beyond good; then I met someone I really liked, and we got
married. Now and again, my husband lets me jump the fence. Get
out a little."
I'd been trying to make sense of her words in the context of Sue
Ellen and Janey's party; I realized that in this case she meant
that phrase about jumping the fence, literally.
"So, do you have any problems with making love to an older
woman? A party crasher?" She was rubbing her breasts against my
back again.
"No," I said softly.
Then I did turn, and for the first time saw the black hair, the
brown eyes of a woman of twenty-eight or so, a startlingly
beautiful woman. I leaned close to her, kissing her lips
lightly.
Our arms went around each other, and we kissed and kissed,
tongues and bodies moving against each other. I smiled at her at
one point when we paused. "What's your name?"
"Sonia Travis." Our voices were hushed against a backdrop of
the still night.
"Tom Ferguson." I paused slightly, my eyes on breasts that were
medium sized hemispheres, without a hint of sag; thick erect
nipples. "Sonia?" My voice trailed away. "Why do you think I
might not be one of the bad sex guys?"
She smiled slightly. "One thing I've found is that it takes
someone who's interested in what I feel to do it right. A sign
of that is no hurry for personal gratification. When I was
rubbing your back, even when I was going out of my way to make it
sexy, you simply enjoyed it; not in a hurry. And now, you are as
happy with kissing and hugging as I am. You're not in a hurry,
even a little."
I smiled at her. "Well, I don't want to still be here when the
sun comes up." Sonia laughed and put her arms around my neck. I
kissed her again, and she pulled me tightly to her lips, and for
another goodly long time we did just that.
When we broke, I reached out and touched her breasts for the
first time. "On second thought, we can take all the time we
want."
She touched the back of my hand lightly with her fingers. "Tom
Ferguson, have you ever gone down on a girl?"
I smiled and nodded in reply. "And did you like it?"
I grinned again. "I wouldn't mind in the least going down on
you," I told Sonia.
A few seconds later, I was kneeling between her legs, laving her
pussy. Her pussy hair was the thickest yet; but now I was
prepared. I used my fingers to pull most to one side, using my
tongue on the biggest clit I'd ever seen. It looked startlingly
like a penis, except the head didn't have a slit in it, just a
round red knob at the tip of long folds of flesh that resembled a
man's length.
I'd never wanted to suck on another guy. I told myself this was
a woman, not a man. I tried to tell myself her clit looked more
like a thumb; surely I could suck a thumb! I'm not sure what
worked; something did. I pulled on it with my lips; stretching
the skin, let it pop noisily out of my mouth, then I repeated
with variations.
Sonia came with a trembling sigh, and then pressed her hips
forward wanting me to do it again. Her breathing caught, she
trembled again. She pulled me up to kiss her. It was lovely,
sweet and my hands worked her breasts, stroking her nipples; I
have never felt more content, more comfortable.
Too comfortable, it turned out.
I awoke slowly, savoring the languor in my body. I yawned and
stretched, then looked around. I was lying stretched out on the
pool chair, alone. The sun was starting to come up in the east;
the sky already lightly colored. I sighed and shook my head,
then smiled. Well, Sonia had said she liked it when a man wasn't
in a hurry for personal gratification. Evidently, there were
limits to my stamina after all. How many times had I come since
I'd gone to bed Friday night? Is it polite to count such a
thing? I thought back on the last day and shook my head. Not
only not polite, not smart and probably not possible.
I looked up at the sunrise; there were quite a few clouds in the
sky, there was a lot of color in it. I was still sitting,
watching those colors when Jenny and Katrina came out of the
house. Without a word, Jenny came right over to me and kissed me
heartily.
"Missed you," she hugged me tightly as she spoke.
I glanced at Katrina, standing next to us, and Jenny giggled.
"A little, anyway." Jenny's hand wrapped itself around my penis,
which promptly rose. "I thought I'd give you a little wake up."
Again my eyes went to Katrina, who blushed.
"Katrina says she wants to watch," Jenny said, as she moved down
the chair. I remembered the time Jenny had watched JR doing this
to me; I remembered her masturbating to it. Would Katrina do the
same thing?
Jenny took me in her mouth, and I leaned back with a sigh of
pleasure. So many, and yet it was as good as ever. Would there
ever come a time when it wasn't? Then I remembered Janey, and
knew that it was as good as the people sharing it; if it was what
they wanted, it was magic. If it was something else, it was less
than magic.
This was magic, no doubt about it. In spite of my exertions of
the last few weeks, I could feel the pleasure rise inside of me.
I realized I had my eyes closed, and I opened them. Katrina
wasn't rubbing herself, she was finger fucking Jenny from behind,
and rubbing her breasts across Jenny's back, as Sonia had done to
me not so long before.
I met Katrina's eyes, and for a moment, the two of us spoke
without words, sharing ourselves in a way I never would have
thought possible. Katrina loved Jenny, loved making her happy;
whatever Jenny wanted was what she wanted.
Jenny's attention to my turgid member flagged, she started to
pant "Oh! Ah! Oooh! Aaaah!" and I could see Katrina's fingers
moving faster inside Jenny, two fingers I thought. Jenny came,
and I smiled at Katrina, who smiled shyly back. Shy, but proud.
Above all, happy.
After a bit, Jenny looked at me, apologetic. "I kind of lost
track."
I smiled at her. "Jenny, if nothing else, tonight I've learned
that while having more than one person making love to you at a
time is nice, it is also too easy to get distracted. I think I'm
going to sit here and watch the sunrise."
"I like sunrises," Katrina said softly. The two of them went a
few feet away, sat down on a lounge chair, Jenny in back, her
arms around Katrina.
A while later, Sue Ellen came out, hand in hand with Mindy. I'd
moved to a picnic table, sitting backwards on the top, watching
the sunrise put color into the sky. Sue Ellen looked and saw
what I was watching, and without a word, she sat on the top of
the table next to me with Mindy sitting in front of Sue Ellen on
the bench.
We watched without talking for a while; then Tony and Fleur came
out, and they too found a spot at the table and watched.
Finally the light show was over, and Sue Ellen was the first to
break the spell of silence. "This is it, just us. Everyone else
has left, even Janey."
Tony and I, and five girls. Three couples and me. I smiled and
Sue Ellen laughed. "This didn't turn out at all like I thought
it would." She gripped me on the shoulder. "But it was fun."
"I've learned a lot of French," Tony said with a laugh. Fleur
hit him, but it was in fun.
"The other day, I was at Tom's, early in the morning. He made
some of us breakfast. I think it only fair that I return the
favor," Sue Ellen said, standing up and heading for the house.
Mindy quickly caught up to Sue Ellen, the two already talking
menu.
Jenny whispered something to Katrina, and the two of them
followed Sue Ellen and Mindy inside, Fleur trailing the others.
After a second, Tony sat down on a chair a few feet away. "You
okay, Tom?"
I shook my head, laughing. "There is okay, Tony and then there
is better than ok. This is better than better than ok."
"I mean..." He waved at where Fleur had gone a moment before.
I shook my head more vigorously. "I told you, Tony, that isn't
a problem. Fleur is nice."
"But I mean, Jennifer and the other girl, Sue Ellen with Mindy.
You're by yourself."
Again I shook my head. "Tony, I don't think I will ever be by
myself again. I have friends, Tony; some close, some closer, all
a lot better than ok. I'm fine, Tony, just fine."
"I just wanted to be sure," he paused. "You and me, we go back
a long time. Longer even, than Sue Ellen and me. In the last
couple of weeks, though, I've gotten to know you better than I
ever did. You've said some things to me lately..." He blushed,
shook his head. "I'm a lot better now, I think. Thanks, thanks
a million for being my friend."
You can't really say something to follow that, so I stuck with
the truth. "Tony, you're my friend as well."
"Fleur's really special, Tom. Maybe she's not as pretty as Sue
Ellen, but..."
"Special," I agreed. "Tony, that kitchen right now has a lot of
special people in it. There were more special people here
yesterday, and we'll go home to special, wonderful people and in
the future we'll meet more of them. It's my idea of heaven on
Earth, Tony."
He nodded, grinned and looked around. The sun was well up, high
enough in fact to be adding a little warmth already to the day.
Tony looked at me. "Last year, at the team party after our last
game; you know what the cheerleaders do, don't you?"
I nodded. "Kevin Short pulled my name," he said, looking at me.
I looked back, curious, but sure where the story was going. "I
let him; I mean, I could have said no, but he was all sad and
apologetic. I felt bad for him. So I let him." Tony sighed.
"Sue Ellen does it better. Sue Ellen does it a lot better.
Nancy Driscoll does it better; just about every girl who's done
it to me does better. So I showed him some things. Afterwards,
I felt weird. Like I'd been someone else, that it wasn't really
me. A couple of weeks later, he called and wanted to come over.
I told him that it had been nice, but no thanks."
He waved towards the house. "Fleur knows lots of things about
sex, things Sue Ellen doesn't know. She showed me one..." He
blushed red. I tried to keep a straight face, as I was pretty
sure what Fleur had shown him. She'd liked it too?
"She let me do it... you know, behind like."
"I know what you mean," I said quietly.
"It was incredible," Tony murmured. "I really got off, and
Fleur got really hot and excited." He looked at me. "Do you
think, maybe, I'm queer?"
The last word was said in a deathly serious tone, as if he was
diagnosing his imminent death.
"Tony, Sue Ellen likes Janey. Mindy. Same thing."
"They're girls."
"It's the same thing," I insisted. "Yeah, I have the same
hang-ups as you do about guys and guys. But it's just a hang-up,
Tony. And, Tony," I tapped my forehead, "I know it's a hang-up,
but that doesn't mean I want to get rid of it. Stupid?
Probably. But making love to a girl like that doesn't mean you
are something you're not."
"I just never thought I'd like something like that. I mean,
isn't there just the one way you're supposed to do it?"
I nearly strangled, trying not to laugh. "Tony, there are a
million ways to do it. The only thing you are 'supposed' to do,
is both of you enjoy it. My favorite is when the girl is on
top."
"On top?" He blinked, startled. "You can do that?"
"Oh yeah," I said and added. "You talked about the
cheerleaders; I bet Kevin wasn't the only cheerleader that went
down on you."
Tony nodded. "Tony, I've done the same thing for a girl, too.
If you think about what two girls do together, you realize that
girls like a lot of different things. Including being kissed..."
I waved at my midsection.
He stared at me, and then looked at the pool, already sunlight
glints were visible. "I never thought about it," he said
quietly. "I never thought about it all. I mean, the idea is to
get off."
"Not just you, Tony. The person you're with needs some loving,
too. The joy of sex is in both the giving and the receiving."
Tony looked stricken. "My God! All those times with Sue Ellen!
No wonder she took up with Janey and who knows who else!"
He stopped, stared at the house. "God, I'm the biggest asshole
in the universe!"
"Oh, I think Parker, Driscoll and Sam Reese have pretty much got
a lock on that, Tony. Sometimes we fall into ruts, don't see the
forest for the trees. You, Tony, have run into a tree. I'd be
willing to bet, though, you do something about it.
"Those guys?" I laughed sarcastically. "They don't see squat!
Now they've run into the buzz saw. It won't be pretty, but maybe
they'll learn something."
Tony started laughing, shaking his head. "Tom, if you'd have
asked me a couple of weeks ago when I set you up with Marsha that
in a few weeks you'd be giving me lessons on sex... I'd have
laughed my damn fool head off. Because I am a fool."
Sue Ellen stuck her head out the kitchen door. "Yoo hoo!
Studs! Your ladies await within, without your company!"
We got up and went inside. Fleur had whipped up waffle batter,
while Jenny and Katrina had fried some sausage links. Mindy was
watching Fleur make waffles wide-eyed.
Katrina glanced at me. "My dad loves to cook; Mom says fine,
let him. She knows how to microwave a potato or water for tea.
Me? I'm curious about everything."
Jenny laughed. "At Tom's house, everyone takes turns at
everything, even the cooking."
Sue Ellen shook her head. "My dad's one claim to fame is the
barbeque, and half the time what he cooks is charcoal broiled
this or that. My mom doesn't let him in the kitchen."
"In France, it is usually the woman who cooks, but sometimes the
men." She nodded at Katrina. "Then usually the woman doesn't
cook."
Tony had a stupid grin on his face. "I love the way the French
do just about everything."
We laughed and joked; it was a great breakfast with good
friends. By a little after eight, we'd finished it, cleaned up
the kitchen and then went around the house straightening up; I
was surprised, there wasn't that much.
I helped pull off linens in the pool house; Sue Ellen was
loading the washing machine when I brought in an armload. She
smiled at me and shook her head. "I can't believe Janey left her
own party."
"I think she's working on some issues," I told her. Sue Ellen
nodded.
"She wasn't thinking very straight last night," Sue Ellen
agreed. She looked at me. "We were going to give a prize this
morning to the girl and guy who got around the most." She
sighed. "That was a really lame idea."
I nodded, aware that I'd have gotten another t-shirt. And, if
what I'd heard had been true, so would Janey.
Eventually, we finished. I saw Jenny give Katrina a look, and I
knew in a minute the two of them would vanish. Tony was in a
corner with Fleur, 'practicing French.' Kissing, anyway. Mindy
whispered something to Sue Ellen, who smiled back at her, and the
two of them giggled and started talking about going shopping.
I stood by myself, looking around. Not bad, I thought, not bad.
Yeah, I wish I had someone right this second, but maybe not
having someone was a good thing.
From the front came the ring of the doorbell; we'd all put on
clothes for breakfast, but I decided to go answer it, because
everyone else was occupied.
I went to the door, opened it with a smile...
Sam Reese put the pistol in the middle of my forehead.
"Where's my fuckin' cunt sister?"
I took a step backwards, startled. He took a step forward,
keeping the barrel solidly against my forehead. "You're
Ferguson, right?" I could see his finger on the trigger; I could
see every minute detail of the gun.
"Sam, this isn't a good idea," I said as quietly as I could.
"Listen to me, you fuckin' asshole! I want my queer sister!
Already talked to one queer today; fuckin' bitch wouldn't say
anything, even when I put this up her fuck hole!" He wiggled the
pistol barrel against my head. "So I blew her fuckin' cunt out
her brains! Now asshole, I'm going to blow your fucking head off
if you don't tell me where my sister is!"
I wanted to die; I wanted to be some place else. Who had Sam
hurt this time? What had ever possessed them to let this maniac
loose?
I met his eyes. "I'm not in charge of keeping track of your
sister."
Right then, Tony stepped out of the back. "Hey Tom, who's that
at the door?"
He had to know; Sam had been screaming.
Sam glanced at Tony, standing in the door to the living room, a
baseball bat and ball in his hands. "We've got to get going Tom,
if we're going to get in some batting practice."
The mundaneness of it didn't fool Sam for an instant; he pointed
the pistol at Tony. "I want my fuckin' queer sister!"
Tony laughed, "I don't know who you are, but if I had a queer
sister, I sure wouldn't want her." He laughed again, "Guy, my
love muscle goes where it is going to be appreciated!" He said
the last word with great exaggeration.
"Jennifer Reese!" Sam screamed. "I want to find that bitch and
blow her pussy out her brains too! Just like the other bitch!"
My mind was torn between wondering who it was Sam had hurt, and
the more immediate danger.
Tony let the baseball slip from his fingers; it hit the floor,
bounced and started rolling to his right. Sam's eyes turned to
follow it and I put one hand on the hand that held the pistol,
and slammed into his arm as hard as I could, until his arm
connected with the doorjamb.
Sam screamed and I heard a crack; I felt his arm break. I was
sick to my stomach; but the pistol firing focused my attention
back on the sick bastard. Except he wasn't holding the pistol
anymore, it had fallen to the floor.
Behind me, I heard Tony say in an astonished voice, "Shit! That
stings!"
I looked at Sam Reese; I don't know what he saw in my eyes, but
he paled, turned to run and stumbled and sprawled on the sidewalk
outside the front door. I leaped at him, landing with both my
knees on his back; I didn't break anything of mine, but it hurt
him, I could tell it hurt because he screamed again. I put my
hands; both of them, on the back of his head, and ground his face
into the concrete of the sidewalk.
"Move! Twitch another muscle! I'll beat your head into the
concrete until the shit for brains you have between your ears is
oozing on the ground!"
This time I was conscious of each and every second until the
police arrived; it seemed like an eternity. I saw Tony standing
a little to one side, swinging the baseball bat loosely in his
hand, saying nothing.
The eternity ended and a police car pulled up, siren going.
Unlike last time, I watched the man every step of the way. He
pulled out his pistol, waved it at Tony.
"Drop the bat, and step back!"
Tony dropped the bat, laughing. "Jeez, don't you shoot my bat
too!"
"Now you," the policeman said, pointing his gun at me. "Get
back away from the other kid, keep your hands where I can see
them."
"This is Sam Reese. He said he shot a girl this morning. He
said he came here to shoot his sister. I'll get up when he's in
handcuffs."
Another police car came up, siren going. The officer got out,
walked over to the first one, and said something I couldn't hear.
The first cop waved at me. "He says that's the perp, there."
It took a while, but finally Sam was loaded into an ambulance
with two cops to attend him.
Once again there was interminable discussion; this time though,
it was at the police station. As soon as I got there, two
detectives took me into a room and started asking me questions.
Eventually, I tired of the questions.
"Look, let's spare everyone here a lot of wasted time," I said
after they'd asked me for the third time what I'd been doing at
Sue Ellen's. "I told you twice. Twice is enough. If you've
done your homework, you know I have a little history this week.
Keep pushing like you have been, and one I'll ask for my lawyer
and two I'll give a TV interview mentioning just how despicable
you two are, by name. None of which will get you any answers.
"We had a party last night. Some of us came to breakfast this
morning, and then helped to clean Sue Ellen's house up. Reese
showed up and put a gun to my head. My head, guys. I didn't put
a gun to his head; I didn't threaten to shoot someone! I didn't
say I'd killed someone else earlier! Wake up! Smell the roses!
Sam Reese came with malice to hurt Jennifer Reese, who is under
my parents' guardianship because hers are nuts and her brother is
nuttier."
Someone else came in as I was talking, and I saw the police
officer from earlier in the week. "Good work, Tom."
"Thanks, Officer Moss," I told him. I saw his eyes on the two
detectives. I'd always thought that detectives were higher on
the totem pole than street cops, but the two detectives were
obviously fidgeting.
Joe Moss smiled. "Did I mention, Tom, that I'm one of the FOP
representatives?"
I shook my head, not understanding what he meant. Joe nodded at
the two detectives. "You'd be surprised how nice people are to
me; I'm the one who has to go to bat for them if they get jammed
up with the bosses. That happens to detectives oh, what, a
couple times a year?"
I saw his eyes grow tighter. "Did you ask Mr. Ferguson for a
statement?"
"Yes."
"And he gave it?"
"Yes."
"Then I think it's time for you guys to get started on the
paper. Thanks, I appreciate it."
He waved me through the door, and I went out.
Everyone who'd been at the house this morning was waiting
outside, including Jenny, my parents and our lawyer.
Tony grinned at me.
"I thought you were shot," I told him quietly, reaching out to
shake his hand. "Thanks, Tony."
He laughed. "Naw, the bullet clipped the bat. Wow, what a buzz
it gave my hands! Like the worst broken bat in the world!"
I looked at Officer Moss, who had followed me out of the
interrogation room. "Sam said he shot someone else. I know
you're not supposed to talk about it, but I promise no one here
is going to say anything."
He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Tom, that's out of policy. If I
told you Janey Sussman had been wounded, but not seriously, I
could get in trouble."
I turned to Sue Ellen. "Sorry."
"Sorry?" she asked. "You're sorry? We could hear him all the
way in the back of the house. Tony told us to run, I led
everyone else over to Sonia's, the next-door neighbor. She
called 911, even before the shot. I was worried sick about you
two." She paused, sighed. "I called my parents, they started
back from Rocky Point." She met my eyes. "Dad said to tell you
from him, thanks so very much for keeping his daughter safe, her
friends safe. I already thanked Tony."
I remembered Tony and his issues with his father vis a vis Sue
Ellen, and looked at him. This probably wasn't the place to get
into that.
It didn't take long after that; I'd been the one they'd talked
to the longest. I was the one who'd talked to Sam the most, the
one who'd broken his arm, bruised his ribs and broke his nose.
On the way to the resort hotel, I sat next to Jenny, who simply
held my hand, not saying anything. I don't think anyone said
more than about two words. When I got there, JR hugged me, also
without speaking.
"Jennifer, why don't you and Joanna go down to the coffee shop
for some ice cream?" Dad said.
Jenny nodded, looked at me. "Tom's not in trouble?"
"No, but Ellen and I need to talk to him."
They left, and Dad waved for me to sit on the couch in the
suite's living room. "When they told me the injuries to Sam
Reese, I was flat out shocked." Dad's voice was quiet. "I
couldn't imagine my son doing something like that. Then,
gradually, I learned what had happened."
"I was surprised too," I told him. "There were a couple of
times where I could have made it worse; I couldn't do it. But I
didn't want him getting up and going after Jenny or anyone else
again."
Mom leaned close, kissed me on the forehead. "You did the right
thing, Tom." She nodded at Dad. "This really isn't about that,
though. I hope you were careful about what you said to the
police."
"Very."
"You shouldn't have talked to them without the lawyer," Dad said
quietly.
"They were very belligerent; from the first, the police were
acting like I was as much at fault as Sam. If the lawyer had
been there, he'd have told me not to say anything; that seems to
be his approach to problems. I want Sam Reese in jail as quickly
as possible, and for him to stay there. I thought this would be
the best way. I promise to talk to the lawyer before I talk to
the police again."
There was a knock on the door, and Dad got up. In was the
blonde woman from Children's Services, Eleanor Johannsen.
"Is Jennifer Reese here?"
"She's out having some ice cream," Mom said quietly. "She'll be
back directly."
"May I come in and talk to you now? Then Jennifer when she
comes back?"
Mom nodded, and let her in.
"This is better, really. I know Jennifer hasn't had it easy
lately; this isn't making her life any better," Eleanor told us.
Dad nodded.
I, in the meantime, watched Eleanor Johanssen's breasts out of
the corner of my eye. It had been a long weekend, I thought,
you'd think I'd had enough.
"Late yesterday afternoon, they finished the paperwork on Sam
Reese's bond. I was there with our legal people when he was
released to his parent's custody; there was considerable emphasis
placed on the conditions of his parole, and his parent's
responsibilities in that regard. Not the least of which, he was
not to see or try to see his sister."
She looked at Dad, then me. "There is no easy way to say this,
and I will repeat it to Jennifer if you wish. Officers were
dispatched to the Reese home, to bring them in for questioning as
soon as we knew who it was that had been arrested. The Reese
parents weren't there. A short while ago, the police department
officially listed them as 'missing' and has been asking Sam Reese
about them. He says he left the house early this morning, before
they got up; he hasn't seen them.
"The police feel, in light of the events, there is a serious
possibility of foul play involved with their disappearance."
She looked me square in the eye. "How has been Jennifer been,
the last few days?"
"Getting better. Adjusting to what Sam had done to her; wanting
to put it behind her."
She nodded. "This isn't going to help," I told the social
worker.
Mom shrugged. "I don't think it'll hurt as much as it could."
"Perhaps. My supervisor told me last night that if any of the
terms of the parole were contravened, we would immediately seek a
formal court order severing the Reese's parental ties. That
motion will be filed early tomorrow in the Superior Court."
"We would like to formalize our relationship with Jennifer, in
that case," Mom said firmly.
"I expected you would. I have papers to start the process; I'll
leave them with you."
"Our attorney will be in touch. At the very least he'll have
someone at the hearing tomorrow," Dad added.
"What," I said, mildly belligerent, "are the odds of Sam getting
out again?"
"Well, nil, at least on bond. Even if his parents simply are
off shopping or at a movie and haven't gotten home yet, that
would violate the supervision terms of the parole, and shows
evidence of their irresponsibility. With the violent attack on
the girl, the attempt on Jennifer, having a firearm, discharging
the weapon... no, he won't be out on the street any time in the
foreseeable future."
There was more talk; when Jenny came back with JR, Dad told her
about her parents being missing and that in any case, the state
was going to revoke their parental rights. Miss Johannsen left,
and for a while we all hugged Jenny.
After a bit, Jenny pled fatigue, and asked me to cuddle with
her. I did, putting my arm around her; Jenny was asleep two
seconds later. It took me longer to fall asleep, but not much.
I don't remember what I dreamed, but suddenly, out of nowhere,
Sam was there in my dream, his eyes gleaming like a maniac in a
cartoon, the gun against my forehead.
I woke up in a cold sweat; it was dark outside and for a moment
I was disoriented. I looked down at Jenny, trying to get my
emotions in order. I thought I understood what your life has
been like. It is one thing, I thought, to think about something
awful happening to someone, but to actually live it is a thousand
times worse. A million times worse.
Jenny had told me about the death of her cat; how many dead cats
have I seen along the road? Dogs? All manner of animals. It
didn't mean to me, what it had meant to her. Even awake, maybe
particularly because I was awake, I remembered the pressure of
the gun barrel on my forehead, the look in his eyes.
There was no doubt in my mind, none. Tony had saved my life.
At some point, Sam was going to have had enough of our bullshit
and obfuscation; he'd have left me behind, dead. Maybe I'd have
gotten lucky and something else could have distracted him, but
that would have been like winning the lottery twice on the same
day. It was still like winning the lottery, but I had Tony
Richardson to thank for it.
Once more, I remembered what I'd done to Sam. Each and every
instant.
In retrospect, as I had thought at the time, I knew I could have
killed him. I was angry enough, scared enough. I hadn't hit his
arm as hard as I could have; I didn't land on his back as hard as
I could have; I could have killed him simply by beating his head
against the sidewalk. He'd been dazed and groggy, unable to
fight back.
But I wasn't Sam Reese. I had the chance to kill him, and I'd
chosen not to. It simply hadn't been necessary. Stop him, make
sure he wasn't going to be a threat to anyone else; yes, that had
been necessary.
There was a soft sound at the door, and I looked up, my heart in
my throat. Sam had escaped!
Instead, Elizabeth came in, saw me sitting up. She came up to
me without a sound, hugged me. "Thanks for keeping Jenny safe,
Tom."
"Elizabeth..." Her name froze in my throat; I'd left her Friday
night, and until this moment, I hadn't thought of her, Mary or
Shannon.
"I want to trade places with you," she said quietly, and I
nodded. I got out of the bed as gently as I could and Elizabeth
climbed in next to Jenny, kissing her on the nose. Jenny
murmured something, and simply pulled Elizabeth's hand around
her, and continued sleeping.
I tiptoed out, finding an empty living room. I went to my room,
showered and changed clothes, went down to the hotel coffee shop
and ordered a club sandwich.
I sat there in a restaurant that was moderately busy. I looked
around; here I am, eating a sandwich. Here you are, going about
your daily lives. Earlier today a mad man held a gun to my
forehead; would have shot me but for the intervention of a
friend. How many of you have been there, done that? How many of
you have awful stories of your own, events where I wasn't there
and never did that? A lot to think about, a lot.
I went back to the room, picked up the phone and called St
Joseph's hospital, where I thought Janey might be. Eventually, I
talked to Gaby, who was with the other cheerleaders, waiting for
Janey to get out of surgery. She told me that Janey was fine,
okay. The cheerleaders were going to return the next afternoon,
and I should come by and see her. That surprised me. Gaby
repeated that Janey had been insistent, that she wanted to see
me.
Mom stuck her head in the door, saw me talking on the phone,
walked over and wrote a room number on a piece of paper and
handed it to me. I took it and smiled, and she left.
I told Gaby to tell Janey that I'd visit her the next day.
I found the room down the corridor that I'd been pointed to,
found Mary and Shannon, Mom and Dad and JR there. I got big hugs
from everyone, even Dad.
"Elizabeth?" I asked.
"With Jenny," Mary told me, then smiled enigmatically.
"How's Jenny?" JR asked.
"Okay. Sue Ellen got her out the back door, she never saw Sam.
The rest?" I shrugged. "I think she's just glad she got away
from her parents when she did."
"Amen," Mom said softly. "Amen."
"Am I in trouble?" I asked, looking around the room. "With
anyone here?"
Mary shook her head, JR contributed an emphatic "Not!"
Shannon said quietly, "No."
Mom had shaken her head, and then looked at me. "Should you
be?"
"I hurt Sam; I don't regret that. But this weekend it was... "
I nearly lost my voice. "Like a fantasy. All the girls I
wanted, until I finally fell asleep, exhausted."
"Next time," JR piped up, "take me!"
Mom gave her a look, and JR looked down, abashed.
"And Jenny?" Dad asked.
I blinked; he should have known better. I shook my head.
Mom was upset too. "David!"
Dad looked at Mom, "We are responsible for her."
"True," Mom said, "and if that question was bothering you, it
should have come before, not after."
"We're going to have the Children's Services people dropping in
to visit us at all hours for the next year or so. It's going to
put a major crimp in things," Dad said, a bit peevishly.
"So, we go visit Kim, we go visit Craig, we go visit Mary. We
go to a hotel," Mom told him. "The rest of the time, we can be
like Caesar's wife."
"I'm being an ass, aren't I?" he asked.
"Yep," Mom replied, looking at him. "I think, dear, tonight you
and I will go to bed and have a long talk." He brightened up and
Mary laughed.
"You people! I don't think I've ever heard of such sex maniacs
in my entire life!" Mary said with a grin.
She nodded at Shannon, who'd been sitting quietly to one side.
"Shannon, do you have anything to say to Tom? Or anyone?"
Shannon met my eyes briefly, and then looked back at her mother.
"I know everyone thinks I'm a stick in the mud, a spoil sport.
I wish Tom was my boyfriend; I do. But he's pretty clear I'd
have to share him. I can't do that, I'm sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry," I told her. "Shannon, I want to
be your friend, okay?" She nodded. "Then don't worry about
being a stick in the mud."
She looked at me, and then said softly. "Tom, could you and I
sleep together tonight? Like you slept with Jennifer? Just
cuddle?"
I nodded, and then yawned. "Easiest thing in the world, just
now," I said. Mom and Mary giggled. Dad looked at JR who
shrugged and smiled. Was I supposed to be with JR instead? That
was odd; I thought about it for a second, but I couldn't be
sure.
I went into my room, Shannon right behind me. I stripped down
to my jockey shorts, Shannon to panties. I held up the covers
for her, and she climbed in and I joined her. She leaned close,
kissing me gently. "Thanks."
"It's nice to have a warm body to snuggle up to," I told her.
"For this, yeah. But your mom and dad talked to my mom last
night about money, about music lessons. I don't know how to tell
you how grateful I am."
"And Mary?" I asked, worried.
"Mom?" Shannon smiled. "She was surprised, particularly when
your dad told her you were going to buy our old house and rent it
to us. Mom said not to bother, because we talked about it, and
we want to find another." Shannon kissed me lightly again.
"Mom told us she'd talked to your mom earlier; she wished there
was a way we could all marry each other." Shannon kissed me
again, still tender, on the cheek. "I know your dad has slept
with Joanna and Jennifer, even Mom."
"Does it bother you?" I asked.
"No; I'm not sure why. You'd think it would, if I don't want to
share you, why should I be okay with Mom being with a whole bunch
of people? But, I am okay with it. And Elizabeth..." Shannon
shook her head. "That was the biggest surprise of all. I
imagined it would be you or Jennifer or Joanna who'd be with her
first. Mom..." She sighed. "I don't understand it; I don't.
But we've been so happy the last week; even with Dad gone." She
looked away, obviously near tears.
"I didn't like Dad. I know Elizabeth liked him, I thought Mom
did. I thought it was just bad between Dad and me."
"It's okay, Shannon," I whispered, suddenly more tired than I
had been. "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I'm about an
eye blink from falling asleep."
She nodded. "I'd have been scared to death. Thanks Tom, thanks
from all of us, thanks for standing up against Roger and Sam and
Keith. Thanks. It means a lot to me, and I know it does for
Elizabeth and Mom, too. What it means for Jennifer... God, I
hope I never find out!"
I nodded, sleepier than ever. "I'll be back in a second,"
Shannon said, lightly kissing me. Shannon slid out of bed and
walked towards the door. I watched with just one eye partly open
as she moved away, but my eyes closed before she was out the
door. I slept.
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