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Part 1 - Chapter Nine
Maria and Friends
Bonding Party


"Don't," Rocky snapped when Maria got up to answer the knock at
the door.  "We're closed."

"I called out for pizza," Maria grinned.  "Call upstairs and tell
Shirley to get her butt down here if she wants some."  She opened
the door and disgustedly spat out, "Ah, shit."

"What's wrong?" Kat asked.  Maria's tone worried her.

"My tip was going to be a naked dance," Maria grumbled as she led
a very embarrassed young woman to the tables.  Everyone pounced
on the boxes as soon as the pizza delivery girl slid them out of
the warmer.

"Maybe she'd like a tittie dance anyway.  It's not just guys who
like to look at women, you know," Jane teased as she wiped pizza
sauce and a string of cheese from her chin with her fingertips,
then licked them clean.

"Ah, no, thank you," the girl sputtered.  "That'll be sixty-six
ten, please."

"I'll get it.  I should have gotten something for everybody
yesterday," Kat said, peeling off four twenty-dollar bills.

"That's OK," Maria said, picking pepperoni from the box and
stacking it on her slice of thick crust.  "You weren't expecting
such a big crowd.  You were surprised.  I do have a couple of
favors to ask, though."

"Anything," Kat told her.

"Can we flop in the empty apartment upstairs?  Rat, Charli, and
me, at least."

"It's full of junk," Kat told her.  "And it's not safe.  No fire
escape, smoke alarm, sprinkler, or anything."

"We'll be careful.  Just for a little while," Maria begged.  "My
roommate moved in with her boyfriend and I had to let my
apartment go and Charli has no place to stay and I bet Rat
doesn't want to go home either.  It'll only be a few weeks,
max'."

Kat looked at Rocky.  He shrugged, then nodded.  "OK.  But get
your own place by the first of the year."

"Agreed," Maria smiled.  "Thanks.  Now let's party."

"I'm pooped," Melissa complained.

"I know," Maria said.  "But let's have a pajama party minus the
pajamas, just us girls and Tom and Rocky if Kat'll let him play. 
How about it, Kat?"

"Hands off my man," she frowned at Maria.

"Darn.  I wanted to get my hands _ON_ him.  Oh, well.  You don't
mind, do you, Tom?"

One crooked front tooth gave character to the old man's smile.
"What do you have in mind, young lady?"

"Come with me and I'll show you," Maria said, standing next to
the elderly black gentleman.  She smiled mischievously as she
held her crooked arm away from her body.  Tom gallantly placed
her forearm on his.  "Let's check the accommodations.  It'll be
fun.  Come on everybody."

"Be right there," Melissa said, closing a pizza box to make it
easier to carry.

"I thought you were tired," Jane grumbled.

"I've been an outcast for like forever and now I feel, well, like
I kind of belong here.  We worked our butts off ever since we
graduated and got nowhere.  Things are looking up if I make half
what I made tonight on other nights.  I want to celebrate.  Come
on, you guys."

The others followed even though they showed less enthusiasm. 
Rocky fetched a key from his apartment, apologizing for the mess
as he opened the door and gave Maria the key.  Maria wasn't
disappointed.  The old mattress and box springs stored against
the living room wall were usable.  So was the sofa, even though a
piece of scrap wood took the place of one front leg.  Extra
chairs were stacked in the room, too.

The radiator clanged and hissed as it worked to keep the
apartment comfortable.  An early December storm was blowing
outside.  Denni went down to the mezzanine to get candles since
the only lamp in the apartment had no bulb.  She used the split
swizzle stick that she had kept in her fuzzy flat top to hold
matches and light a half dozen candles.

"Time for party games," Maria chirped.

"Before I do anything else, I need a shower," Kit told Maria.

"That's the first game.  Here.  Take one but don't open it yet,"
Maria said.  She held out eight sticky notes that were folded so
the weak adhesive held them closed.  "Since you won't let us play
with Rocky, you two are out," Maria told her boss.  "Everybody
else take one.  Yeah, you too, Tom."  Once everyone had a yellow
slip, Maria explained, "We're going to conserve water and energy.
That way we'll all get a hot shower.  Open your note and see who
you're going to shower with."

"Oh, no!" Charli objected before she even got a slip.  "No way."

"Come on, guys.  It'll be fun.  You don't have to have sex or
even do anything but wash, OK?  I know it's a little kinky, but
so what?  We've been dancing naked all night.  Come on.  Be a
little adventurous."

Jane asked, "What if we get our own name?"

"I guess you get to shower alone.  Look, this isn't that big a
thing.  It'll be fun.  You and Rocky ought to take a shower
together, too," Maria told Kat.  "This isn't a sex thing."  Then
she snickered.  "But I'd be lying if I didn't admit I'm kind of
hoping Jane and Tom get paired up."

"No way," Jane snapped.

"Why not?  Tom's nice.  I said it isn't sex but it's sure sexy. 
Have you ever washed a guy's hard-on?"

"What makes you think I can even get it up?" Tom asked.

"Because MM makes me look at crotches," Maria said, her eyes
looking down shyly.

"I see.  Well, I am afraid that you failed to think this
through," the old gentleman told Maria.  "Not only can someone
pick her own name, there may be no pairs at all."

"Oh, but, see, well... Shit."

"The solution is easy.  Only four pick.  If someone picks their
own name, they draw again and if they pick one of the people who
has already chosen, same thing," Tom suggested.

"So who picks?" Melissa asked.  "I'll be first so I could get
anybody."

"Use those," Tom said, pointing to a pair of large furry dice in
the corner.

"I remember those," Rocky laughed.  "I got a ticket for 'dangling
objects' when those were on my rear view mirror."

"Low or high?" Kit asked.

"The four lowest rolls," Tom suggested.  "But if you get one, you
choose right away.  I'll roll first."  The fuzzy die he rolled
stopped on 6.  "Guess I won't choose."

"Me next," Melissa squealed, grabbing the foam filled cube and
rolling it.  "Yeah!" she cheered herself when one spot showed. 
"Everybody give Maria their slips so I can see who I shower
with."

"I can't believe I'm still here," Denni grumbled.

"I have nowhere else to go," Charli whispered, handing Maria her
yellow slip.

Maria held the eight slips out.  Mel closed her eyes and grabbed
three, swishing her fingers until two fell to the floor.  Slowly,
she peeled the edges apart and opened the slip.  "I was afraid of
that," she said softly, turning the paper so everyone else could
see.

"Yes!" Jane shouted.  Then the feminine black girl scrunched
herself into a little ball of embarrassment and hid her face.

Melissa laughed.  "You guys know Jane's gay.  She and Denni and I
have been friends since ninth grade even though Denni and I are
straight.  She always wanted to seduce us, and we, well, we're
always teasing each other about it.  She's always promised that
one day she'd get us naked and show us how good it could be.  She
finally got to Denni because of a bet.  She's never touched me,
though."

"Looks like she gets to touch tonight.  How many women have you
made love with?" Maria asked Jane.

Jane sat on the floor with her chin resting on her knees and her
arms circling her legs.  "Truthfully?  Just Denni and she didn't
give back, but I've known since I was like ten that guys don't
turn me on and girls do."

"It isn't so much men or women that turn me on," Maria said. 
"It's situations and stuff.  I get turned on when I'm embarrassed
and when I'm helpless.  The most turned on I've ever been was
when I was tied up and helpless.  It was women who got me off but
I would have been just as turned on if it was a guy.  Or guys."

"Let's get that shower," Rocky suggested to his wife in a husky
whisper.  She rose and left with him.

"Go ahead and get cleaned up, you two.  Leave the door open,"
Maria told them.  "We want to see that you don't do anything too
nasty.  There's safety in numbers.  One reason I got so turned on
being helpless was because everyone there was my friend and I
loved and trusted them.  When I get married, I'm going to be
scared shitless the first time my husband ties me up."

"I just can't see you letting someone tie you up," Rat said.

"For me, it's just _SO_ hot," Maria sighed.  "I'm kinky.  I told
Kit how I can't get off because of guilt and thinking sex is a
sin.  I had to invent Mental Mistress to tell me what to do.  It
works for me.  It's the only way I can get off.  You wouldn't
believe how jealous I am of you, Denni."

"Me?"

"Yeah.  You get off so easy."

"But I'm a freak.  Anything that rubs me gets me, well...  It's
not hot like sexual, it's like a real problem.  It's purely
physical, see?  I want more than that."

"Just like teenage boys," Tom broke in.  "Guys go through a time
when anything that touches his cock gives him a hard-on.  We're
all afraid we'll get hard at the wrong time and somebody'll think
we're queer.  I made a mess in my drawers more then once from
just the rubbing of a button fly."

"That's kind of it," Denni agreed.  "I get the spasms and cum but
it's not that great without the loving and caresses and kisses
and stuff.  For me, those orgasms are just annoying."

"I should be annoyed like that," Rat said.  "I diddle my love
button for an hour and I still can't get off.  The only thing
that's ever worked for me is a vibrator and even that takes
forever."

"I never got off at all until my friends made me have one.  That
was just last summer," Maria revealed.

"What's crazy is how easy I get warmed up," Rat said.  "I feel
sexy and turned on quick just from thinking about doing sexy
things.  It's getting over the top, getting the big-O."

"Hey!" Jane yelled from the bathroom door.  "Got any towels?"

"I'll get some," Kit offered, heading for her apartment while
Jane and Melissa dripped on the bathroom tiles.

"You guys didn't even look," Melissa complained.

"Did you get off?" Rat asked.

"No, but it was nice."

"Like Maria and me," Kit said as she handed over a stack of bath
towels with a face cloth on top.  "We showered together last
night.  I thought she was trying to seduce me."

"I was.  But you were so up tight and so tired that I'd never
have been able to get you off," Maria said.  "Like I said, you
turn me on.  But I'm in no hurry.  We have lots of time."

"Maybe we'll get each other."

"Maybe.  Who has the...  OK, roll," Maria told Rat.  The die
showed two spots when it stopped against Maria's knee.  Maria
rolled next and got four.  So did Denni when she rolled.  Kit got
a three and so did Charlie.  "Guess you get to pick," Maria said,
presenting the remaining slips.

Rat would never admit her fears.  She quickly chose a slip from
the middle.  "Tom," she said, blushing.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," Tom said
softly.

"I know.  I want to.  I... I... I've never been with a man."

"So?" Maria interrupted.  "How many virgins here, huh?"  Everyone
except Tom, Kit, and Charli raised a hand.  "I'm only technically
a virgin.  I've given head and got guys off in my butt and
between my boobs."

"Doesn't that hurt?" Rat asked.

"What?  A tittie fuck?"

"No.  I mean up the butt."

"Not if you're ready for it," Maria said.  "I know at least one
gal who really gets off on anal sex.  For me, it's OK.  I like
the full feeling but I only climax if I get direct clitoral
stimulation.  Well, go on, you two.  There are more funky bodies
here that need a shower."

"You don't have to..."

"I'm not going to chicken out," Rat snapped at Tom, quickly
dragging her panty down her legs.

"I may," Tom said softly.  "I... This is a dream come true but I
still feel like I'm being unfaithful to my wife."

"Would she have wanted you to stay single, to never have another
relationship?" Rat asked Tom quietly and seriously.  Then she
perked up and loudly announced, "We're just going to wash each
other.  This is for fun, not some serious relationship, right?"

Tom smiled and wobbled to his feet to begin taking off his
clothes.  Rat went to help.  Maria thought that they looked cute
together.  Rat was pale and several inches taller then her shower
partner.  Tom's skin was wrinkled and had lightened with age, but
he was still dark.  "You're not cut," Rat squealed with delight
when Tom's cock poked through the slit in the front of his
boxers.

"One hundred percent natural organic ingredients," he joked.  He
offered his arm and Rat took it for the short trip to the shower.
He walked carefully, leaving his cane leaning against the chair.

--==*==--

Melissa and Jane's shower was silent; the only sound the others
heard was water pelting tiles.  Rat and Tom were vocal.  As the
others talked in the cluttered living room, they heard sounds
from the bathroom.  "You are a dream come true."  "Is my dream
going to cum?"  "Damn, that feels good."  "Oooh, that feels
nice."  "I think I like older men."  Giggles.  "Let me."  More
giggles and a masculine groan, then female moans emanated from
the shower.

"I guess I shouldn't judge people by looks," Maria told Denni as
she gave the big teenager a foot massage.  "I figured you were a
dyke because of your vest and flattop and stuff."

"My hair's totally nappy and kinky.  I can never do anything with
it even with hair relaxers, so I cut it off.  It's really easy to
take care of when it's this short."

"I'm like Sampson.  I'd die if you cut off my hair," Maria
grinned, then turned.  "I didn't figure you for gay, Jane.  You
look so female."

"I am," Jane shot back.  "I like female, both being female and
making love to females.  Feminine women turn me on, not masculine
dykes."

"You've only had one lover," Maria noted.  Then she giggled. 
"And I thought she was a dyke.  Jane, you're kind of young to be
so sure about your sexuality."

"Oh, I'm sure.  I've never felt anything for boys but disgust."

"I was afraid you'd _all_ find me disgusting," Old Tom said,
standing with Rat, naked.

"Well, it's what's inside that counts," Maria said.  "But your
outside is pretty good for what, sixty something?"

"Seventy-one," he smiled, proud of himself.

"And he can still get it up," Rat announced.  She looked very
different.  Her hair was light brown with a reddish tint with the
dye and wax washed out.  It hung like a stringy mop around her
head.  Maria noted that the color was too even to be natural and
looked at the teenager's pubic patch of strawberry colored fuzz
to confirm her suspicion.

"I don't get it up like I used to," Tom sighed.  "When I was your
age, I'd have been hard just looking at and thinking about you
lovely ladies."

"Come on, Charli.  It's our turn," Kit told the chubby white
girl.

"I can't believe I'm so nervous," Charli blushed.  "I've never
showered with anyone before."

"Neither had I until last night.  Maria dragged me into the
shower.  I was afraid she was going to try to seduce me."  They
walked side by side to the bathroom without touching.

"I was," Maria laughed loudly.  "You still turn me on.  Actually,
everything about working with you and Kat turns me on.  Dancing
naked is a kick.  And Rocky is _SO_ cute.  Tom, can I suck your
cock?  Please?  I love feeling a man get hard in my mouth."

"Here?  Now?"

"I have a thing for older men," Maria smiled.  "The only man I
ever let fuck me was a friend's husband who was over fifty.  He
did my ass so I'd still technically be a virgin.  He was so
gentle.  I really got off on it."

"I really have died and gone to heaven," the old man laughed.

"Don't you dare die on me," Maria scowled at him.  "You don't
have a bad heart or something, do you?"

"No, just bad knees and hip joints, as far as I know."

"You haven't, you know."  Maria suddenly felt uncertain.  "Tom,
don't be offended, please.  But are you safe?  You haven't, you
know, been promiscuous or with prostitutes or anything, have
you?"

"I was married for over forty years and I was faithful for every
one of them.  Maybe I better ask about you, though."

"You have every right," Maria admitted.  "I haven't exactly been
acting like a shy virgin, have I?  I really am, though.  I've
only seen or touched a few cocks, and they were either in a
rubber or they'd been tested so I knew they were safe.  Only one
cock ever came inside me.  I already told Kit about my Mental
Mistress who orders me around.  Maybe I told you, too.  I don't
remember.  Anyway, if I had my way, I'd be tied up so I'm not
responsible for what happens.  I get off on it.  I sometimes like
spankings, too.  Psychologically, I'm submissive."

"Bull shit," Kit said.  "You're a take-charge go-getter if I ever
saw one."

"That's just MM."

"And MM is you.  You are a strong, vital, smart, sexy..."

"Do you really think I'm sexy?" Maria teased, sounding hopeful.

"You know you are."

"And I'm ignoring our guest.  Did you wash under his foreskin?"
Maria asked Rat.

"You'll find every part of Mister Tom is clean," Rat giggled.  "I
kind of went exploring.  You guys may figure I'm experienced or
something, but I'm a virgin, too.  Yours was the first adult
prick I ever touched."  She scooted over on the sofa to kiss the
old man while Maria knelt and lifted his flaccid cock to her
lips.  Rat broke the kiss and told Tom, "You really turned me on.
You sure know how to use those old fingers of yours."

"Ought too," he sighed deeply, thrusting into Maria's mouth.  "I
told you... I was... married... Oh, my..."

"I was wondering if it's the same with a woman," Rat said,
running her fingers through Maria's hair as she watched the
Latina move her head up and down on the growing cock.  Rat looked
toward Jane and continued, "Ever since I heard that you're gay,
I've wondered what it would be like with a woman, you know?"

"And I've wanted to touch your rings."  Jane was glassy eyed with
lust.

"I'm busy right now but we have all night," Rat told the black
lesbian.  Tom's body fascinated Rat, the curly gray hair on his
chest, the bareness of his slight paunch, the wrinkles where his
neck met his shoulder.  "I'm going to have to get a white boy
friend, too.  Look at our nipples.  I bet everybody's nipples are
like fingerprints.  Jane's are just a different black from the
rest of her but Tom's are kind of reddish black and so tiny. 
Mine are pink and spread all over my tit.  Denni's get long and
hard like little pricks."

"Don't remind me," Denni groaned.

"They're neat," Rat grinned.  "Can I suck on them?"

Denni groaned even louder and rolled her eyes.  "Why do I only
attract girls?"

"It's not... just... Oh, shit, that feels good.  You... sure...
attract... me... young lady.  Can I... taste?"  Tom was panting
as Maria worked her magic on him.

"This is just so unreal," Denni said, looking around.

"So come on over here.  Let's see if we can't kill Old Tom with
pleasure," Rat giggled.

"I'll die happy," Tom smiled broadly.

"Come on, Denni.  Feed him a tit.  But kiss him first.  His
mustache tickles.  It's neat."  Rat rolled against her senior
citizen lover for another kiss.

"That thing... in your tongue.  Now, ah... that's what's neat. 
Wild," Tom said when Rat pulled back.  Denni shyly sat down on
his other side and leaned forward.  Tom smiled as the big girl's
face approached his.

Denise would never admit it, but this was the first time she ever
kissed a man using her tongue.  That her first French kiss was
with Jane embarrassed her tremendously.  Denni figured that she
should be just as embarrassed that her second tongue kiss was
shared with an old man, but Rat's comment about the mustache
aroused her curiosity.  The actual kiss aroused much more then
just curiosity.  She felt both surprised and humiliated.

"Your turn," Kit said, tapping Denni on the shoulder.

"She's busy," Rat giggled.  The lanky girl saw Denni's nipples
elongate as she pulled back after a long, sensuous kiss.  "See
what I mean?" Rat asked Denni.  "Isn't he something?"

"Yeah," the big mulatto girl panted is if she had run a mile.  "I
guess there's a lot to be said for experience."

"Do you eat pussy as good as you kiss?" Maria asked, pumping
Tom's partially erect cock.

"That's disgusting," Tom said, making a face.

"You never gave your wife oral sex?"  Maria looked surprised,
then smiled.  "I heard that.  According to some survey I read
somewhere, black men and women tend to be more conservative in
their sex.  It's supposed to be a cultural thing, not racial.  Do
you like to watch girls eat pussy?"

"I saw it in porno movies," Tom admitted.

"Did watching it turn you on?"

"I never really thought about it.  That one act, I mean," Tom
said, looking down between his thighs.  "I must admit that I
liked watching the sex movies."

"Men are so visual," Maria giggled.  Following orders floating in
her conscious mind, she added, "And women are delicious.  Why
don't you try one or two or a few."

"I may have to," he sighed.  "I'm not going to satisfy anybody
with that."  He nodded toward Maria, who was still manipulating
his cock.  Under her ministrations, it grew to full length but
remained soft instead of rigid.

"Oh, bull shit," Maria snapped at him.  "We're being distracting
rather then sensual.  One of the great things about older men is
how long they last.  I bet once you get hard, you could do all of
us."

"I haven't had a woman in so many years," Old Tom sighed.  "With
my bum leg, I can't even get into position."

"You are _SO_ conservative," Maria laughed.  "Modern ladies like
being on top.  Are you telling me you can't even lay flat on your
back?  Didn't your wife ever do it that way?"

"She was sick for quite a while before she died."

"I'm sorry.  I shouldn't dredge up bad memories."

"You're not.  I loved her like the dickens.  I hate admitting it,
but she was in so much pain, it was a relief when God finally
took her home."

"I love that expression," Maria sighed.  "Going home."

"I'm over it.  I've done my grieving."  The room was silent for
long moments.  "I didn't want to ruin your party," Tom said to
break the somber mood.

"You didn't.  We're all just tired," Maria told him.

"I'm not," Tom laughed.  "Slept 'til two this afternoon."

"Me, neither," Rat told him, reaching for his cock now that Maria
had released it.  "I want to get fucked.  I don't want to be a
virgin any more."

"Safe sex only," Maria frowned.  "Do you have condoms?"

"It's safe.  I've been on the pill since I was thirteen and I'm
still a virgin.  Tom's not promiscuous."

"Well, you ought to get to know him and his cock first.  Stroke
him and then suck him before you even think about fucking him."

"Yes, Miss Bossy," Rat snapped.

Maria didn't want an argument.  She looked up at Denni.  "Come
on.  It's our turn to shower."
