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Charly

By Romany

(M/F, cheating wife)

I saw Charly as I approached the cars behind the catcher and the
batter at the impromptu softball game. She was holding a small
child in her arms; leaning against the front of a car and talking
to another woman. As I approached from where I had parked my car
behind these assembled cars, players and spectators, I saw her in
part profile and I was impressed at her pretty face framed with
honey blond straight hair. The way she held the child accentuated
the fullness of her left breast and I stared at her in
admiration. She looked about early twenties and I presumed the
infant was hers; judging by how she held it and gently rocked it
in her arms. She sensed my movement towards them as I walked
between the cars and she caught my eyes roving her face and upper
body. She locked eyes with me and I knew instantly she knew I was
checking her out. I quickly averted my gaze and scanned the field
at the small park for Steve Addison; my occasional buddy who had
told me about the social game and barbecue, and had invited me
along. I spotted him standing near a car at the end of the line
of cars that had been arranged in an arc so people could watch
the antics which was supposedly a slow pitch softball game. There
was no diamond, pitchers mound or backstop fence. There were a
few pieces of carefully placed clothing for the bases; and a worn
spot on the grass identifying the pitching �mound�. The teams
were mixed and there was a lot of banter and jabber as the
participants had a good time. I noted at least thirteen players
in the field. The guy at second base had a mitt in one hand and a
beer in the other. This about summed it up.

As I rounded the front of the cars and approached Steve, I was
walking away from Charly and her friend. Steve saw me as I was
almost upon him.

�Hey Stuie buddy, you made it. That�s great man,� he called.

I could tell he was a little tipsy.

�No problems,� I laughingly replied. �Didn�t� get lost once.�

How come you�re so late?� he asked almost in chastisement.

�My dad�s birthday today. Had to argue to get an �out� pass; at
least until dinner time by which time my brother and sister will
have arrived from San Francisco,� I replied ruefully.

I had had a bit of an argument with mom when she caught me
leaving after having dropped dad�s gift off. I had explained I
needed to go back into work and I would be there faithfully at
six, to join the celebration for dad�s fiftieth birthday. I
basically walked away as she was still chiding me.

�Well you�re here anyway, that�s all that counts,� Steve replied.

Steve gave me the low �down on who was here and who was with whom
and how each clique was connected to this wider gathering. There
were a couple of guys I knew as friends of Steve and they were
out in the field. All up there was maybe fifteen men and 12
women; most likely in their early twenties. Steve handed me a
brewski and we stood and watched the game.

�Who�s the blond chick with the kid?� I said to Steve without
looking at him.

I sensed he moved and looked behind me; across to where Charly
was.

�Ooohhh�notice her did you? Hmmm�that�s the fabulous Charly
Thornton,� he said in a mysterious tone. �She�s actually called
Charmaine but she hates that name so dubbed herself Charly with a
�Y�.�

�So how does she fit in? Where�s hubby? I asked turning to him.

I was aghast as he was staring across behind me at where Charly
stood. I quickly glanced towards Charly and was relieved to see
she was looking away from us.

�Hubby is probably at work. He�s some minor geek at Microsoft,�
Steve said. �Gets called back a lot, apparently.�

�She married young,� I mused judging she couldn�t have been more
than twenty or twenty-one and already had a baby.

�Ah, the sad case of the shotgun weeding,� Steve said in a mock
reverential tone. �And it�s not certain she married the baby�s
father either,� he said, his voice breaking into a chuckle.

I gave him a quizzical look.

�Charly is what�s known as a player. Always has been since junior
high,� he began. �I�ve known her since at least that long, off
and on. Never really being in the same group but know her well
enough to know her background. Well right through high school and
beyond, there were countless stories of who had screwed her. Old
guys, younger guys, married guys� you get my drift?�

I nodded.

�Anyway, I know for a fact she was dating two different guys,
each not knowing about the other, when I hear Charly is engaged
to our geek from Microsoft. And next thing we hear she�s almost
three months gone and they have rushed to the altar,� he
continued.

So it could have been either of the other two?� I asked.

�So the rumor goes,� he replied. �One guy was about to join the
army and the other had a steady girlfriend at college. Methinks
she put it to the real father and he declined to see her right.
So she jumped the first passable guy and then he gets the bad
news he�s going to be a dad�� Steve concluded, almost in triumph.

�The things we do�� I said with a grin.

�Exactly,� he agreed.

You seem to be very up with her promiscuous life. Ever had the
pleasure, literally, as they say?� I asked with a grin.

�Only the once,� he said almost ruefully. �I wish there had been
more, but she gave me the most delectable blow-job one night at a
party some time back. Before she was married. She arrived with
one guy, blew me, and left with another guy,� he said with a
chuckle.

I stood with eyebrows raised at this revelation.

�How did she manage that?� I laughed. �Well the guy she arrived
with was going with someone else who was supposed to meet him
there. So he and Charly, who we suspect had already had a jump
before arriving, entered at discrete time distance apart so as
not to appear they arrived together. Then she got a bit drunk
because her secret lover she arrived with now had his girlfriend
draped all over him; and somewhere in there I got a beautiful
head job out the back yard when she came upon me having a leak. I
think it was her way of proving she was still desirable even
though the beau had gone off to his girlfriend,� he said.

�And what about who she left with?� I inquired.

�Ah well he was just a straight pick up. After she gave me head,
she drifted away and hooked up with this guy and left with him,�
he answered.

�You never thought to hang onto her and bang her for yourself? I
asked.

�I never had a chance. I was still reeling in afterglow, as they
say, and she stood up, wiped her mouth and vanished back inside,�
he said almost sadly.

His face brightened.

�You interested in Our Charly?� he leered and gave me a nudge.
�You�d like to bang a married woman�?� he laughed.

�No I was just curious. I think she�s quite hot. I didn�t know if
it she was married or if it was her kid. She could have been
holding it for the girl next to here,� I explained lamely.

Of course I�d love to nail her. From what I could now see of her
she had a full desirable body. And her reputation was decided if
Steve�s revelations were half true. Steve did have a habit of
embellishing things and I secretly wondered about the blow job he
claims she gave him. The afternoon meandered on and the softball
players got slowly drunk. I had a brief attempt at bat and struck
out, and then spent an innings in the packed outfield. During the
time I was there, I looked in Charly�s directions numerous times
and almost every time I realized she had been watching me. At no
time when I looked her way did she break her stare and look away.
Towards the end of my stay, each time I looked at her, we held
eye contact. I began to realize Charly was interested in me.
Sadly I had to leave about four thirty; to get back home to mom
and dad�s for dad�s birthday. Thad and Beth would have arrived
from San Francisco by now so I had to be the dutiful son and join
them. Steve tried to get me to stay but I eventually parted
company and walked back to my battered old Chevy. As I wandered
away towards my car, Charly stood and stared at me as I drew
abreast of her, two cars away; and she turned to watch me as I
walked behind her normal view. As I got to my car I turned back
and she was still watching me. As I opened the door I gave her a
small wave. She remained impassive and did not return my wave. I
shrugged and got into my car and left.

The dinner for dad�s birthday went much as expected. I was in
fear of dread that the fact I had opted not to go to college
would come up. This was a thorn in dad�s side. Two out of three
of his kids at college but the other one, me, �wasting time with
this music studio crap�� as he put it. I was a trainee sound
engineer at a local recording studio. This was the time of grunge
and bands from all over the Washington State were trying to get
their music on CD and out to the masses; on the coat tails of
Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden and Alice in Chains. I was into
the recording business and it was both pleasure and a necessity
for to eat and pay rent that I threw myself into being as good at
it as I could. Older brother Thad never missed an opportunity to
get the point to dad that he and Beth were at college and I was
not. All to incite dad into yet another soliloquy on my folly.
Thad and I never really had a close relationship and his stirring
was par for the course between us. I had nothing on him so I was
really defenseless once he set dad off. Beth on the other hand
had a secret that she had confided in me last summer. At twenty,
Beth was wrestling with being gay. She wasn�t sure she was but
had been involved with another girl at her college since she
moved there. She confessed both thought they were bi-curious but
after fifteen months, she and her now room mate, were a solid
couple. She called Rachel her room mate to deflect any untoward
scrutiny. If Thad called at their small apartment there were two
rooms with two sets of clothes and bedroom adornments that
implied sharing a place together. But Beth said Rachel�s room,
with the larger bed, was their romantic and spiritual haven
together. I pledged total secrecy on her behalf and said that if
and when she felt she needed to come out then I was there for
her. So Beth always did her best to support what I did. In fact
she was more than delighted I was on the inside of the new music
boom in Washington State. Sometimes when she was home, she�d call
by my apartment and I�d take her down to the studio, even though
I wasn�t scheduled as working; just to see who might be in
recording. The birthday celebration thankfully went off without
dad picking on me in front of the rest of the family. I suspect
mom warned him before hand and he was now realizing that in Beth,
I had an ally.

It was nearly two months before I saw Charly again. It was at a
club that featured new bands or artists, and like the famed CBGBs
in New York, the rule was every performer had to play original
music. No covers were allowed. I had gone there after a short
day�s work. A band had canceled out and my boss Phil cut me loose
a couple of hours early. I usually worked through until ten or
eleven, as most bands members had day jobs so a lot of recording
time was early evening into the small hours of the next day. I
used to come here to see if there were any interesting bands who
may be interested in some recording time. Most couldn�t afford it
but occasionally I triggered interest enough in that the band
turned up a month or two down the track with some short term
backer footing the bill. Charly was sitting at a table at the
front left of the tiny stage. I saw her as the people dancing
drifted off after the band had finished their set. As I studied
her sitting on the far side of the table I wondered which one of
the three men accompanying her and the two other women, was �the
geek� as Steve had described him. I was thinking about who it
could be when she looked my way and saw me staring. She held her
gaze briefly and a slow smile of recognition came to her lips and
she made an almost imperceptible nod in my direction then looked
away quickly as if to avoid being discovered looking at me by the
people at her table. She was being discrete.

Some people moved between us and I lost sight of her. I was
seeing where I could shuffle off to get sight of her again when I
felt a tug at my shoulder.

�Stuie baby,� came the cry of recognition.

It was Mark Hanson an old school buddy of mine.

�How�s it going man? What are you doing here?� he yelled in
greeting.

�Hey Mark how�s it going?� I replied.

I hadn�t seen him since senior year. I had heard he had gone to
college, dropped out and had moved to LA for awhile. We started
to fill each other in and he surprised me by saying he was here
with the band currently playing on stage. He looked around,
searching for someone.

�There she is, my special gal,� he said looking across to the
table Charly was sitting at, and indicating the girl with the
short dark hair to Charly�s right. I was stunned. Mark was in a
social group with Charly.

�Come over and meet her man. She�s from LA. Came back here with
me. We�ve been together two years now,� he bubbled as he dragged
me through the crowd towards the table.

Charly saw him steering me over and she had a look of surprise on
her face as she realized the connection was made between me and
Mark and their table. As we arrived at the table, Mark gushed as
he introduced me to Clair, her brother Andy who was visiting and
Tom and Nancy who were together; and then to Charly. He described
her as �Tom and Nancy�s friend� and it dawned on me both Tom and
Nancy had been playing softball the day I first saw her. They all
greeted me warmly and it was weak perfunctory handshakes all
round. Charly was the only one to squeeze my hand and she gave me
a knowing look as she greeted me. I lingered around the table
with them for about ten minutes. I deduced that Tom and Nancy
were indeed good friends of Charly and they had all arrived
together. It turns out that Tom and Charly both knew Mickey, the
guitar player in the band who had been performing and Mark of
course knew Mickey well and he to was previously known to Tom and
Nancy. He already had the table and invited Tom, Nancy and Charly
to join him and Clair and Andy when he saw all the tables were
full. As the rather tenuous relationship was disclosed, the said
Mickey arrived and started in to the conversation. I was very
much out of the chatter that was going down but took the
opportunity to watch Charly. She in turn chatted and reacted to
the conversation but regularly gave me those knowing looks. This
had turned out rather fortuitously for me to actually meet her.
Mickey realized the other musicians were taking the stage once
more and the vocalist made a comic remark to him on the PA to
shift his butt back on stage. Mickey left and soon the band was
in full swing into their last set. They would finish at eleven
and another band would start at mid night and do the graveyard
gig.

The room around the table became congested as people began to
move onto the tiny dance floor and Andy was made to shuffle his
chair as close to the table as he could as he was constantly
being bumped by the dancers. I had stood near the back wall but
this was really out of the general table area and I might as well
have note been there. We couldn�t talk anyway as the band was too
loud right up front here. I leaned into Mark who was now sitting
on Claire�s chair and Clair sat on his knee. I shouted my
apologies and said I would move off to the other side of the bar.
I needed a drink refill anyway. He nodded his vague understanding
and as I went to move off, I felt a tug on my jacket. I turned
quickly and saw it was Charly�s hand holding it.

�Are you going to the bar?� she shouted over the band.

�Yes,� I shouted back.

�I�ll walk with you through the crowed,� she yelled. �I need a
refill,� and she stood to follow me.

She paused at the end of the table.

�Does anyone need a refill?� she yelled.

Nancy looked at Tom and after a brief discussion Tom handed
Charly a bill and I heard him say something but lost what it was.
An order of drinks of some sort I suspect. Andy, Clare and Mark
studiously avoided Charly�s question. I figured they were broke
and didn�t want to embarrass themselves by putting themselves in
a position that some one might have to treat them. Pride was a
powerful thing. Charly tugged my jacket to proceed and I led her
through the crowd to the far end of the bar. As we neared I noted
she came abreast and instead of stopping at the first convenient
gap in the throng at the bar, she passed me and towed me around a
group of guys, putting them between us and the gathering at the
table we had just left. I scanned the rows of people looking for
the best way to get in line and she pulled my jacket firmly to
get my attention. Her face was serious and she leaned in close. I
could see down her ample cleavage and smell her perfume. To my
surprise she was wearing a mauve colored ankle length dress.
Given the sea of denim and leather this was unusual dress yet it
showed off her full form and it certainly suited her. Out of
vogue for the grunge set perhaps, yet very classy and attractive.

�Forget the drinks for a minute,� she commanded sternly.

I stood somewhat taken aback by her tone.

�We�re blowing this dump soon as the band finish,� she said
quickly.

Clearly this wasn�t here typical choice of a night out.

�Mickey�s boyfriend is having a party. We�re all heading over
there,� she continued quickly. �Come to the party.�

I nodded and grinned at her. My spirits rising that she was
setting me up to meet her later; albeit in open social company.
But it was a great start and she was manipulating the
circumstances for us.

�Mickey�s boyfriend?� I said somewhat incredulously and chuckling
at her words.

�Don�t be a shit,� she snapped. �Mickey�s an old friend and if
he�s gay, that�s Ok with me.�

�Sorry, sorry. I�m no homophobe. Each to their own. I was just
surprised as he comes over all chick magnet and cool,� I said.

�That�s just his act. He�s been gay since leaving high school,�
she added as an afterthought.

I nodded, suitably chastised.

�Now get me two bourbon and cokes and a Bud light, she instructed
and handed me the bill Tom gave her. It was a twenty and should
cover the order. I stood in line and quickly moved closer to the
bar so I could not turn and chat as I waited. The rest of the
time was spent getting her and my orders. I handed the three
drinks back and I was impressed that she could clamp the two
glasses and bottle together between her hands. I joined her once
more and made to follow her. She turned on me.

�Don�t come back. Keep the meeting casual. Come to the party.
Mark has the address. I�ll see you there,� she concluded and
without another word, turned and weaved her way through the
crowd.

Man she was a hard bitch. I suspect because she didn�t want Tom
or Nancy to think she had any interest in me. They knew her
husband and she wanted me to keep my distance until whatever
opportunity arose to be more intimate; in whatever way that could
mean. I studied her ass until she disappeared behind the group of
guys, and after that, just fleeting glimpses of her bare
shoulders and blond hair. It wasn�t lost on me that one or two of
the guys had been ogling her and turned and stared after her as
she went back to her table. She looked invitingly fuckable; not
just to me it seemed. I hung back in the crowd and after the band
finished their gig, I scanned the place to see if Charly and Co.
were moving. I saw them sidling along the far wall heading for
the door. She briefly looked up at me and stared at me until she
had to move beyond another bunch of people moving quickly to take
the now vacant table Charly had been sitting at. It occurred to
me I had no idea where Mickey�s boyfriend lived so seeing Mark
deviating across the front of the dance floor to talk to the band
members, I made a bee-line to intercept him.

�Hey Mark,� I called.

He paused and stopped, grinning at me.

�What�s up Stuie?� he asked.

�I hear you�ve got a party to go to,� I said a little nervously.
�Mind if I tag along.�

His face clouded a little at my mention of the party.

�You OK with a bit of stuff�you know�� he said, lowering his
voice and looking around.

�Sure. Yeah, I�m no square,� I reassured him.

�OK man. Hang on. I just want a quick word with Mickey, and then
you can follow me,� he said and moved onto the low stage where
the band members were packing up to leave.

I waited for him and at some point Mickey looked up and then they
both looked at me. I realized Mark was getting Mickey�s OK for me
to come to the party. He seemed OK with it and soon Mark joined
me.

�Mick�s fine with you coming to Henry�s place,� Mark said with a
grin.

�Yes!� I thought at Mark�s news. �Now just find some way to cut
Charly out from the herd.�

We went to the car park and Claire and Andy were sitting in an
ancient Jeep SUV. I indicated to Mark where my old Chevy was and
he said they�d wait for me. It seems Charly, Tom and Nancy had
gone on ahead. I recalled Charly saying she�d known Mickey for a
long time so no doubt she had her own connection to the party;
not just through Mark. I followed Mark and after about a twenty
minute drive, we drove down this long drive flanked with trees
and came to this old colonial style house sitting to the back of
the lot. There was a single light on in the porch but to all
intents and purposes, it could be vacant. Only as we walked
towards it did I hear the faint strains of music getting louder
as we approached. Mark pushed the doorbell and we waited until
the door opened a small amount and a short girl with dyed red
hair poked her head around the corner. She saw Mark and
recognized him and beamed as she opened the door to let him in.
Mark quickly introduced Claire, Andy and me as friends of both he
and Mickey and the girl who had the unlikely name of Azlea,
smiled warmly at us. I stepped into the main living room and
instantly realized why there was little light from the house. All
the main lights were off and there were a few table lamps trying
to illuminate a room that was nearly full of people. I would
never have guessed there were so many here; there were so few
cars outside. Certainly not enough to warrant the number of
people actually at the party. I waited until my eyes became
accustomed to the gloom and took in the scene. Apparently no one
could care less we arrived as we were all basically ignored.

�Get yourself a drink from the kitchen,� Azlea said brightly.
�Make yourself at home.�

�Who�s she, I heard Claire ask of Mark as Mark led us through the
crowd in the direction of the back of the house, to the kitchen.

�That�s Henry�s sister,� he said and lowered his voice as we
moved out of the room where the music was. �She�s a lesbian and
she and her partner live here as well. Both she and Henry have
been virtually excommunicated by their family because they�re
gay,� Mark continued. It would become apparent during the evening
that there was a majority of gay men and woman at the party. I
hadn�t fully taken in the scene in the gloom of the lounge, but
Andy whispered �did you see the two chicks making out on the
couch?� I hadn�t.

�One had her hand in the others jeans, obviously feeling her up.
Not concerned with who could see them,� he continued.

Claire turned with a grin.

�What about the two guys in the corner by the easy chair,� she
started in a low tone. The one standing was getting blown by the
one kneeling. And he looked as bored as hell by it,� she giggled.

Andy was greeting some people in the kitchen and he was directed
to a keg on the floor at one end. I watched as he took three
large plastic cups and poured three beers; the size you get at a
baseball or basketball game. He then picked up a bottle of white
wine and poured half a cup for Claire. He motioned us over and
handed us the drinks. We stood here for awhile and then Mark
suggested we move out to the main party. We left the glare of the
kitchen and once again were plunged into the gloom of the lounge.
I scanned the scene looking for Charly. My hopes dropped as I
couldn�t see here among the gathering. And there was more
intimacy than the two instances Andy and Claire had mentioned.
Not all gay smooching and fondling, but a liberal amount of
hetero coziness. The one scene I lingered on was a guy and a girl
alternating kissing a Goth girl near the empty fireplace. She had
her breasts over the top of her bra and the girl was suckling and
feeling one while the man kissed her mouth and massaged the other
with his hand. The girl reciprocated by rubbing him through his
pants and the other hand around the girl�s neck, lightly
massaging the nape. I felt a surge of envy. I�d never been in a
three way. I�d like to be the guy there. The Goth girl was quite
young. In fact I wondered if she wasn�t about fifteen or so. Dark
hair, with black eyeliner and lipstick. Even in the gloom of the
room, which I could now see better, the starkness of the black
makeup against her pale skin was evident.

After deciding Charly and friends were not in here, I wandered
out of the living room and headed towards the kitchen. There were
stairs to the right before getting to the kitchen, so looking
around to see if anyone noticed me, I quietly walked up the
stairs. I cruised the top landing and noted three doors, all
closed, and a bathroom with the door wide open. I decided to take
a leak so walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I
finished my piss and I tucked myself away and flushed the john.
Turning I went out into the hall and this black guy was standing
waiting. He looked at me suspiciously.

�Who are you?� he asked firmly.

�I�m Stuart McPherson,� I answered. �Who are you?�

�I�m Henry. I live here,� he replied sternly. �How the hell did
you get in?�

�Oh, Henry, yes I know who you are now�we�ve just never met. I
came with Mark Hanson�he OK�d it with Mickey�before we left the
club. Mickey and the guys are still packing up,� I answered
backing down from my indignation at being quizzed about who I
was.

�I�ll talk to Mark. He should have made a point of introducing
me�� he said a little less stern now he knew I had squared my
invite with Mickey, his lover.

�I met Azlea on arrival,� I said defensively. �Mark squared it
with her.�

His attitude softened significantly

�You�re Azlea�s brother. Mickey�s partner,� I added quickly.

�Oh don�t be fooled by the Azlea crap, he fussed. Her name�s
Margaret. She uses Azlea to be sophisticated in her way of
things, the trampy little Dyke,� he said. �And yes, I�m Mickey�s
better half. How do you know Mickey?�

�Actually I don�t but he�s a friend of Mark who�s a friend of
mine...so that�s the connection� I said a little tentatively
hoping Henry would not see me as a leech; one step shy of a
gatecrasher.

�What�s your name?� he asked.

�Stu Dennison,� I answered.

�OK Stu, welcome to our little party. First rule, only rule; you
see nothing here�� he said, his eyes holding my gaze to endorse
his meaning.

�I�ve got it. What happens here stays here,� I said somberly.

�You�re damn right,� he said forcefully. �Well I need a pee.
Mickey will be home soon, so you can meet him in person. I prefer
associations on a one-to-one if you understand,� he said, and
walked into the bathroom.

I got the message. I had been given a dispensation. He only
wanted guests invited by him, Mickey, or Azlea or Margaret;
whatever her name was. I turned and walked down the stairs. When
I returned to the party, my cup was empty and I headed out to the
kitchen. It was hear I met Tom and Nancy. My spirits rose. They
nodded at me as I brushed past to get a beer. Charly was in the
kitchen helping herself to the large bottle of Chardonnay;
pouring a drink into a plastic cup. They were waiting for her
with drinks in their hand. I walked over beside Charly and took
the tap for the keg and started pouring a beer. She glanced to
see who it was and her face lit up then a concerned look came
over it quickly.

�Are Tom and Nancy still here, she said in a low voice.

�They�re standing in the doorway. I think they are waiting for
you,� I answered quietly.

She didn�t reply but completed pouring her drink and turned away
from me and walked over to Tom and Nancy. My spirits sagged. How
could I engage her if she was so sensitive that Tom and Nancy
might be suspicious of her talking to me. She being a married
woman; married to their friend, her husband. I turned, sipping
from the cup and to my delight, saw them drift off from the
doorway. She peered around the doorway and presumably was
watching them move up the hall to the main party room. A guy
wearing dark lipstick and black painted fingernails came into the
kitchen and she moved from the doorway to let him through. He
gave her the once over and made an �all right� grimace of
approval at what he saw. She flashed him a �in your dreams buddy�
scowl and cruised over to where I stood.

�They�ll be in there for awhile,� she said reassuringly. �They
are voyeurs at heart; their little eyes will pop out of their
heads at what they will probably see,� she chuckled.

�Where have you been?� I asked. �You left before us.�

�I asked them to take me to get my car. In case I had a call from
mom if Alice, my daughter, had any difficulty. She�s never stayed
away from me for a whole night before,� she explained. �Besides�I
might want to leave early,� she said giving me a knowing smile.

She was well inside my personal space in a show of togetherness
to ward off the guy who had given her the glad eye. Her hip
bumped mine and I gave a little pressure. She looked up and
subtly returned the pressure. The mating dance had begun. I was
excited by here closeness and wanted her desperately.

�What do we do now,� I said. �I�d really like to kiss you. I�ve
been thinking about you since I saw you at the park that day; the
softball day,� I said in a low voice looking down at her.

She touched me light on the hip as a show of appreciation at my
words.

�Me to,� she said almost demurely. �I�ve always wondered who you
were.�

�You could have asked Steve Addison,� I said as a suggestion,
though it was irrelevant now.

�That weasel! No way would I inquire about a man of him. It would
be all over the town in minutes that I was screwing whoever I had
asked about,� she said sharply.

Best not to mention Steve again I thought.

�Can we go somewhere?� I said almost pleading. �Not out there. It
might be dark but your friends are on a voyeur�s trip,� I
reminded her.

She looked around and her eyes stopped at the kitchen window.

�We could get some fresh air,� she suggested knowingly. �And if
anyone happened along, one of us could make themselves scarce so
we�re not seen together.�

I looked around and realized there as an outside door from the
kitchen. I quickly surveyed the kitchen to remind myself who was
in here; a couple had come in and they were talking at one end of
the bench, but ignoring us. I casually moved directly to the
door. It was locked but there was a key in the lock. I discretely
unlocked the door and opened it and slipped out closing it behind
me, praying she had the intuition to wait a respectful time then
follow. I circled around the side and peered in the kitchen
window furtively like a peeping Tom. I noticed two guys come into
the kitchen. Clearly gay as they were touching and patting each
other. As the couple already in the kitchen stopped to stare at
the gay behavior, Charly moved quickly to the door and I saw the
shaft of light as it opened, and her form coming through the gap,
and she closed it behind her. I moved quickly to her.

�Over here,� I heard Charly whisper and she took my hand and led
me away from the faint light coming from the kitchen wind, to the
side of a large tree whose branches just covered the house roof
at the first level.

She stopped and turned and as I ranged up beside her she grabbed
me and before I knew it, she had a leg shoved between mine and
she was kissing me as if her life depended on it. I threw my beer
away and I responded to her attack of passion and soon we were
writhing against each other as I pinned her against the tree. Her
probing thigh gave way to her hand clutching my hardening cock
and when the outer clothing frustrated her I heard her gasp �oh
Christ� in impatience and she squatted and unzipped me and deftly
pulled my cock out. In the instance she took me into her mouth I
had a brief flashback of Steve Addison being blown by her at some
party some time in distant history. Steve was right about one
thing; she was fantastic. The steady thump of the stereo bass was
evident from outside. It was a counterpoint to the hissing and
slurping Charly was making as she held my cock about half way and
roved her tongue and lips over the head. I was still trying to
rationalize the lack of any preamble before she went for my cock.
I had only really held and kissed her. Suddenly she stood up.

�I can�t squat properly in this dress, she panted. �And I can�t
kneel on the ground as it will get filthy. My knees are tired
from squatting.� She leaned in and kissed me passionately. All
open mouth and tongue. Long dress or not, I grabbed one of her
sizable breast and began twisting and massaging it. She
immediately approved and using on hand pulled the front down and
her right breast hung free. Recently the nursing mother I guessed
as it was firm tone yet pendulous as it hung over the dress top;
the nipple large and erect as I manipulated and twisted it. She
still had my cock in hand and tried jacking me but I was too
close in on her for her to get her hand free to jack without
cramping her hand. Now I was getting impatient and I moved her
back against the tree and went for her crotch as I pinned her in
place with my upper chest and shoulder. She moaned a low guttural
sound of appreciation as I found the flesh of her sex and began
pushing my fingers hard into her and between her legs. She
started panting and gasping and then grabbed my hand and pulled
it harder into her. I now had her pinned against the tree and she
was extremely hot and animated; vocally and with her movements.
She tried to say something but I couldn�t understand her as I had
my mouth over hers. She pulled back frantically.

�Stop pushing me against the tree,� she gasped. �The dress will
get marks from the bark.�

Oh sit. I can�t have her kneel to blow me properly, and I can�t
pin her to hand fuck her. I decided to be bold.

�Turn around,� I ordered.

I could see enough of her facial expression in the light from the
kitchen window to see she was a little confused as to what I
wanted. I grabbed her shoulders and twisted her around and pushed
her forward with one hand while stooping and gathering the hem of
the dress with the other. As she felt the cool air on her exposed
legs and buttocks she caught on and placed her hands on the tree
trunk. I rolled the flimsy material up over the small of her back
as she was now semi horizontal as she leaned towards the tree. I
froze. She had no underwear on. She was naked. I had searched for
the visible sign of panties underneath the dress when she walked
away from me at the club. No wonder I could not detect any VPL. I
ran my hand up between her legs and over her sex, curving the
fingers up and over her pubis. A second surprise; I felt no pubic
hair but just a smooth shaved pubis. I trailed my fingers back
and slipped them across her clitoris. She gasped and groaned �oh
fuck yes�� and bowed her head as I slid three fingers into her
wet cunt. I masturbated her slowly and deliberately and she was
now gasping and groaning in pleasure at what my hand was doing to
her. I had stepped in close and my free hand looped around her
and worked the exposed breast she had pulled free. She started
wailing low and I realized she was coming on my hands as I
masturbated her and pinched her nipple. Because she had both her
hands braced on the tree, she had let my cock go and it nudged
against her bare legs. I decided she was through her pleasure
curve and it was time for me to get some. I let my hand slip from
her cunt and she gasped �no, don�t go, don�t stop�fingers�more
fingers� but then sighed and changed her whining to �oh yes, yes
that�s good, oh fuck yes, fill me up lover� as I slowly pushed
myself into her.

I penetrated carefully to about half way and gave up the pretense
and just shoved hard to the hilt. She yelped at the suddenness of
the invasion but her appreciation returned with �ooing� and
�aahing� as I started to fuck her sharply and roughly. I slammed
her and drew back slow then slammed again and she loved it. I
fucked her quickly given my constant state of arousal and she
lifted my ego when she clearly started to orgasm a second time
with just the vaginal penetration. She would confess later to
enjoying both vaginal and clitoral orgasms. She came hard and I
grabbed her by the waist and pulled up hard against her butt and
back, and came hard into her as I held myself as far up inside
her as our position would allow. All the time she was able to
hold us off the tree. I slid one hand up over her face and she
immediately opened her mouth and captured my fingers; sucking and
nipping them in delirium as I finished inside of her. Eventually
we both stopped cumming and I eased down and backed out of her;
my cock still hard despite the intensity of the ejaculation. Her
dress tumbled off the small of her back as she stood up and she
involuntarily fluffed at her hair which had become matted against
her face; as she had perspired profusely with the effort of
supporting us both off the tree. She smoothed her dress over her
hips and let it return to hang at her ankles. I tucked my cock
away with some difficulty and finally we stood facing each other.

�That was nice,� she said with a chuckle in her voice.

�Very nice,� I agreed.

�What do we do now? I�m a mess. It looks like I�ve been fucked
against a tree,� she said ruefully. �And I�m leaking like a
sieve�God how long has it been since you blew your load? There
must have been a bucket full,� she said with a giggle in her
voice. �Do you want to come back to my place,� I said
tentatively.

She looked at the house and considered my proposition.

�I need to square away with Tom and Nancy,� she said considering
her situation. �I can�t openly lie as somehow Larry will know I
split from them. I�m supposed to be staying with them tonight.�

She looked stumped.

�What if you just say you�re a little drunk and miss your
daughter,� I said helpfully.

She thought for a minute and shook her head. �No, Larry would
hear I left to go to mom and dad, and mom would know I never did.
It would get out,� she said dismissing the lie.

�But you could say you changed your mind on the way, not wanting
to disturb your mom, and you went home instead. No one would be
able to prove you didn�t sleep in your own bed,� I said, feeling
this was plausible.

�I guess�� she said looking for obvious flaws in my plan. �I
think that would work. Give me ten minutes�wait for me on the
road. My cars out there. A red Toyota Celeste,� she said quickly.

�I should square away with Mark,� I suggested, looking at the
house.

�No that�s too risky. That way we both leave together�� she said
firmly. �What do you care if Mark misses you leaving?�

�It�s just that he went out of his way to get me an invite�to
follow you�� I said.

�What do you want Stu? Wasting time making the perfect exit or
getting some more in your own bed,� she said rather crudely.

�You win,� I said simply.

Charly walked back to the kitchen door and I stood in the shadows
and watched her go back inside. I walked intuitively in the dark;
picking my way along a path that led me to the front of the
house. I walked quickly to my car and got in and drove it slowly
out of the drive with the headlights off. On the street, I looked
for her red Celeste and double parked just behind it with park
lights only switched on. Fortunately there was no traffic at this
time of night. To belie that statement, a van approached me from
the front and slowed and turned into the drive. I briefly
glimpsed Mickey behind the wheel. The band members had arrived.
Knowing Charly knew Mickey better than Mark, I hoped his arrival
would not delay her.

I waited about fifteen minutes and she appeared and walked out of
the driveway and recognized me double parked behind her. She got
into her car and soon she was following me back to my place. It
had just gone eleven thirty when we arrived. I motioned her to
bring her car up into the yard and angle the nose around behind
the house. As she slowly drove into parking position, I wondered
where her husband was. Being a friend of Mickey�s, did this mean
Charly was a regular, or had been a regular, at Henry and Azlea�s
house; and did her husband know of the activities I had seen, and
she seemed to imply, went on there at every party? I took it that
Tom and Nancy had been there at least once, when she said how
they were keen to continue with their voyeurism on the assembled
gays and freaks at the party. So Henry and Azlea were both gay
but I doubted whether the sexual happenings at that house were
anything but a sm�rg�sbord of sexual excess. A room full of
narcissists and hedonists with a rapt straight audience to pose
for. And if Henry and Azlea, or Margaret, were brother and
sister, how come Henry was black and Azlea was not obviously
black? Admittedly she had her face made up and I did sense she
wore a lot of blush but yet she did not look Negroid in any way.
Charly climbed up out of the little sports car and walked towards
me pulling the back of her dress as she shuffled along.

�I think some of you has stuck to much of me and this dress,� she
advised soberly. �All that avoiding tree bark and dirty knees and
I get glued to it by drying cum.�

I was taken a little off guard by her earthy description of the
issue she was having. She had obviously continued to leak while
sitting in the car and now it was sticking to her dress; or her
dress was sticking to her.

�Can you wash it?� I asked hopefully.

I saw her roll her eyeballs in contempt at my question and she
leaned back and felt her butt; checking to see if the cum had
soaked right through.

�It can�t be washed. Dry cleaned only. Maybe I can sponge it
clean,� she said hopefully.

�What did Tom and Nancy say? Did you see Mickey?� I rattled off
the questions in quick succession. �Tom and Nance were fine with
me leaving. They were watching to guys having blatant oral sex on
one of the couches. Sixty-nine for the masses,� she said in an
off hand way. �And yes I did see Mickey. He was a bit more
difficult to get away from,� she said and glanced at me as if I
had some idea what she was alluding to.

She saw my inquisitive look and sighed in a mock exasperation at
my ignorance.

�Mickey might like a bit of Henry�s black cock in his major
orifices but he still has a penchant for swinging both ways,� she
said looking at me as she fluffed her dress around at the back.

I still looked dumb to her.

�Mickey suggested he and me, and Henry, might have a scene of our
own,� she said.

�You and Mickey? Henry?� I said with a dumbfounded look spreading
over my face.

She shrugged.

�Mickey and I were an item for some months back in �87. I�m not
sure why we broke up but we did keep in touch. We�d been at high
school together. Anyway I came to know he�d switched teams and I
thought that was OK. But we hooked up briefly one night�this was
all before I was married�and he still had the hetero mojo
working�so he�d put it in the garage to bring out on  fine days.
He has this fantasy that given the right woman, Henry will be
able to get an erection long enough for Mickey to watch�if you
get the picture.�

�And Mickey figured you�d be up for it? I asked completing the
picture.

�Yes, the poor deluded confused prick,� she said with a hint of
venom. �He�d often tried to talk me into three-ways. I even
considered it briefly but the stream of dead-heads he suggested
could make the team left me cold; some made me nearly puke. I
never realized they were keen to fill Mickey more than me and
were into the suggestion for that reason alone,� she concluded.

�Are we going into get it on or what,� she said her voice with a
touch of irritation.

This was a fascinating story. But it was cool standing in the
yard and she was right we should go inside.

The thought of sponging the dress clean never came up again until
a couple of hours later when she had padded off to take a piss
after a second bout of sex including the fuck against the tree at
the party. Our first naked encounter in bed was fairly standard
yet quite urgent fucking; in the missionary position. Me humping
evenly and deliberately as she clasped me with her legs and held
my upper body in her arms. I had one hand curled between our
chests and discovered she enjoyed fairly hard nipple twisting
while I fucked her nicely. We came hard together and she lay back
gasping her appreciation at being in my nice large bed and she
was savoring the intimacy of us being shut in my room without any
extraneous noises or hint of discovery. After this good sex I
went and found a part bottle of white wine and there was just
enough for the two of us. She gave up trying to sponger her
cum-stained dress with a face cloth, and produced a joint which
she had in her car glove compartment. So we toked away and sipped
the watery Chablis and she gave me a quick run down of her life.
Without going into detail she confessed to being into sex
virtually at the onset of puberty. She had had one pregnancy and
miscarriage by the age of sixteen and her mother put her on birth
control. For the next few years she had a series of lovers of all
persuasions; single married, younger, older and even one small
dalliance with a temp secretary at the office she worked in.
Tonight her husband Larry was on some team building weekend
somewhere outside of Spokane; some mock lumber jack camp
apparently. Daughter Alice was with her folks as she had already
said, and she had told them she was with Tom and Nancy and would
probably stay the night at their house which I also knew. She had
spoken to Larry earlier that evening and he was not in the
slightest bit perturbed she was having a night out with Tom and
Nancy. �You deserve it Charly,� he had said. I doubted if he
meant having sex with a guy she barely knew and had said fewer
than a dozen words to before doing so. I wasn�t complaining. She
confessed she felt a chemistry between us when I arrived at the
softball and she had thought about me ever since. She reiterated
she was reluctant to inquire who I was from Steve Addison. For my
part I confessed to being smitten with her and had first hoped
Alice was her friend�s child, and that she wasn�t married. When
Steve had put me right, I wasn�t deterred in the least, that she
was married.

�What did he say about me?� she said evenly as she handed me the
rapidly reducing reefer.

I didn�t want to rat Steve out so I mumbled he said he had known
her for some time and that she had had one or two boyfriends.

She laughed in a scoffing way.

�That little prick, and I mean that literally,� she laughed.
�He�s only jealous he never got more than a quick blow job one
night when I was out of it; and too pissed to care,� she said
evenly. �I had his pencil dick squirting before I hardly got it
in my mouth,� she giggled. �What a sleaze.�

�What did you think?� she said evenly and took the joint from me
carefully so the embers wouldn�t fall onto her ample breasts
splayed out as she lay on her back.

I was lying propped on one elbow and occasionally looking at the
swell of her pubis and the small wrinkles and folds of her sex
lips just visible between her legs as I gazed down her body. She
was pleasantly plump but not fat. Her one child had left a small
pot tummy and some noticeable stretch marks. Alice was nine
months old so Charly�s body was still settling from the pregnancy
and birth.

�What do I think about what?� I said, and took the roach and
finally conceded it was done by stubbing it out on the foil she
had it wrapped in; that we had placed on the night stand for this
very purpose.

�About me. Do you think I�m a wanton slut?� she asked pushing an
arm behind her head.

Her hand closest to me was lightly stroking my lower belly as she
gazed at me with light gray eyes. She was very pretty. I believed
she had been a knockout before pregnancy and gaining a few pounds
as a consequence of it. The face carried the slightly tubby body.

�Of course not. I think you are sexually emancipated,� I said
looking at her.

�Liar,� she scoffed and giggled. �You�re just like all the rest.
You are only in if for some good sex,� she continued, and then
stopped as the realization of what she had said hit her.

There was an awkward pause.

�Are you?� she asked quietly.

�What? Only in it for the sex?� I said, and looked away and
thought a minute or so.

�I guess I wasn�t thinking about anything other than getting to
meet you at first,� I started. �And then with that accomplished,
I then wondered how the evening would develop and whether we had
anything in common apart from eyes across the room. And for a
while at the house, I thought you weren�t coming at all and that
made me sad.�

�But I did come, and then you made me cum, and then you cum as
well�so what do you think now,� she said somewhat sardonically.

I didn�t like this. She was on the verge of reproaching me for
having sex with her and I felt that wasn�t fair.

�I don�t know. I�m just glad you�re here�in my room with me,� I
said and looked at her. �But later this morning you leave and I
don�t know if you can see me again, so I guess I make the most of
small mercies,� I said simply.

She looked up at me and I thought she was going to cry. Her hand
came from behind her head and she grasped me around my neck and
pulled me down to kiss her. It was a long passionate kiss and she
made �m-m-m-m-m-ing� noises in my mouth as she kissed
passionately. Her hand that was lightly brushing my lower abdomen
went straight between my legs and she started to jack me hard.
When she felt me harden completely she broke the kiss and rolled
me over as she reared up on her knees beside me; her large
breasts hanging down like coconuts on a palm tree.

�Nicely spoken Stuie boy,� she said with an evil grin. �Now I�m
going your fuck your brains out.�

With that she levered over the top of me and squatted as she
lined my cock in her hand up with her crotch and I watched in
bliss as she lowered herself down on me and my cock disappeared
from view; just my curly pubic hair and the inner pink of her
splayed cunt around the bush. She hunched over me and looked into
my face with a satisfied look on her face and slowly began moving
over me; more back and forwards than up and down. This is not my
favorite position but it was bliss and she worked herself in slow
circular movements as she fucked for us both. Her hands were on
my shoulders and I lightly held her forearms and I watched her
almost tune me out as her eyes closed and she set about enjoying
the use of my cock pushed into her. She was occasionally sucking
her bottom lip and gave small grunts and sighs at her efforts. At
one point she sat back and her fingers trailed to my chest and
she lightly scraped my pecs with her nails. I noticed she had
opened her eyes again and she was looking at me as if she was
dominating me. By sitting back this way my cock was straighter up
inside her and it felt swamped in her wash. She rubbed her
stomach.

�It�s right up here�� she panted and grinned at me. �You�re not
too bad when it comes to size,� she gasped in compliment.

�Glad I�m up to it,� I grinned.

�Vain bastard,� she scoffed and went about her work harder;
leaning down to me and kissing me with open mouth and sloppy
tongue.

I slid my hands under her arms and each found a taught nipple
hanging from the large breasts. I set to pinching and squeezing
them as she fucked me and she gasped and started to moan her
appreciation.

�Oh fuck that�s good Stuie. Work them hard�I love it when they�re
pinched hard,� she gasped and I obliged her.

She alternated between sitting back so she got maximum
penetration then leaning forward and gyrating steadily. Soon she
spent more time forward than back as she mashed her clitoris
against my pubic bone and I could tell she was getting out of
control. She was gasping and groaning in frustration as she often
missed the point of friction that gave her best pleasure. But she
was well versed in this position that she had more hits than
misses and the ragged nature of her stimulation seemed to enhance
her enjoyment. I was really winding her nipples and she started
to wail and gasp and cum hard and slammed hard into my groin with
her groin as she gasped and cried her appreciation of the orgasm.
I moved my arms around the small of her back and bucked up from
the bed. Fuck this was a frustrating position. I summoned my
flagging energy and rolled her, still keeping inside her; and
soon had her on her back, legs around my waist. I finished in her
just as I had done earlier. Ramming down and forward and gasping
and crying out as I emptied a third load into her in the last
five hours. I jerked and shoved as each spurt waned over the
previous one and finally I dropped onto her and laid my head on
her shoulder as I was spent. She wrapped her arms loosely around
me and we passed out.

I was roused when she climbed out of bed. I�m not sure how we
untangled but I was on my side facing away from her when I felt
her get out of bed. I saw her leave the room and she was clearly
looking for the bathroom. She returned in about five minutes and
I lay watching her. She didn�t look at me and I realized this was
deliberate. Her face was serious and she was all purpose in
pulling the long dress over her body. She moved around the bed
and found her shoes and sat on the end of the bed with her back
to me and put them on. Next she recovered her pocket book from
the night stand on her side of the bed. Only them did she glance
at me and quickly looked away.

�Were you going to say goodbye?� I asked flatly.

I was sure she was going to blow without a word.

I thought you were asleep,� she lied. �Besides, you�re a big
boy,� she muttered. �You�ve had your fun.�

I propped myself up on one elbow and looked at her moving around
the bed and she walked deliberately to the door.

�Will I see you again?� I said quietly.

She paused with a hand on the door knob and stopped and looked up
without turning around; considering what to say.

�I don�t think it�s a good idea,� she said evenly.

She lowered her head and then finally turned to look at me.

�I�m not looking for an affair,� she said simply. �I think you
maybe want more�I can�t afford that.�

�I understand,� I said flatly. �No hard feelings?�

She snorted a kind of laugh.

�No hard feelings�the ultimate kiss off,� she muttered
derisively.

�You can call me any time you like,� I said quickly. �I�m not the
one blowing off after a quick fuck.�

She bristled at the suggestion she was fucking and running and
I�m sure opened her mouth, to berate me. But she stopped.

�You�re right. It�s probably ironic that it�s me running and not
you as the guy,� she said derisively.

She softened.

�But like I said, I�m not looking for an affair�sorry.�

�I don�t work mornings,� I said. �I�m here most days until two
thirty, maybe three.�

She rolled her eyes in a look of exasperation and shook her head
as a show of mild contempt.

"You haven't been listening," she said dully.

With that she turned and opened the door and quickly left me
lying watching at her form disappear to the stairs. Soon I heard
her car start and then she was gone. I lay thinking about her
change of attitude. The best I could rationalize was that she,
like me, had dozed off and most likely woke not knowing where she
was. And the events of the evening filtered back into her mind
and the regrets started. That had to be it. She was trying to
leave without me knowing. Run from the scene of her adultery; or
one of the scenes at least, given the rutting in the yard at
Henry�s place. It�s probably an indictment on me but I never saw
her as anything but available. Being married and having a
daughter did not even enter my thoughts when needing to meet her;
and my fervent desire to fuck her. But now I had to try and see
the liaison from her side of it. This was a major happening for
her. No matter how hard-nosed she came across as, the
heartstrings and guilt would invariably interfere. She had just
kept them repressed as we courted and fucked. I considered if her
positive approach to fucking me was learned. Was I her first
extramarital partner? I doubted it. But yet most of her previous
sexual history was retold about times she was single. Maybe this
was new uncharted territory. But truly I doubted it. I turned and
switched the lamp off and lay back and let sleep overtake me. I
wasn�t going to fret about feeling used. That would be just too
ironic in the sexual politics of men and women.

The End

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