Late Night Sex and Early Morning Recovery
At Nora's house, the boys had not taken issue with the idea of a little cunt lapping, so everyone had creamy expressions on their faces as Tenisha and Draper made their way out of Nora's and into his car for the return to Tenisha's. Nate stood there on the porch waving goodbye to them, then turned reluctantly to Nora, "Guess I'll be goin', too..."
But Nora took his hand firmly and drew him back through the door closing it. "I don't see why... Let's go upstairs."
Nate blinked. "Your Mama..."
"...Will deal with it," Nora interrupted equably. "Mom and Daddy BOTH are aware we're having sex -- nobody's going to go off the deep end if you stay the night..." Resistance quelled, she led him to the stairs. "Come on, let's go to bed..."
Nate couldn't help grinning.
Things went similarly at Tenisha's. The couple pulled up before her house and started some torrid necking when Tenisha suddenly said, "Why are we doing this out here? Let's go inside!"
Draper blinked. He'd assumed that the evening was over, and he was merely prolonging it a bit. "Uuh, okay." He shut off the car, and Tenisha led him inside, her finger to her lips. Once inside, instead of heading for the den, she turned to the stair. Draper stopped, hissing, " 'Nisha? You nuts?"
Tenisha turned to him, frowning. "You've been there before..."
"Your Papa didn't like it!"
"That's tough!" Tenisha all but stamped her foot. "THAT's under control -- forget about it! Now come on -- unless you're done for the evening..." She arched an eyebrow.
"Did I wear you out?"
Draper had no defense against THAT! She'd taken a shot right at his male ego! "Awright! Le's go!" He moved into the lead, pulling a grinning Tenisha up the stairs. Guys were SOOO easy... Why hadn't she figured this out before?
Twenty minutes later, Alonso Porter surged up in bed. "What's that?"
"Mmmm?" Bess listened a minute without opening her eyes; she'd JUST got to sleep... "Tenisha's home."
"Oh, c'mon, 'Lonzo! You don't know what sex sounds like?" Bess was scornful. "Shit, we just did it forty minutes ago!"
"Dammit, I ain't runnin' a cat house!" The murmurs of "Oh, Baby!" that had awakened him were increasing in volume and becoming strident.
"You're not... She was out with Draper, and I have no doubt that's who she's IN with! Aren't you glad she's home safe?"
"Well, yeah, but all that noise? What if she wakes up Jimmy?"
"Do WE wake up Jimmy?"
"Well..." As far as Alonzo was concerned, the jury was still out on that one...
"Shut up and kiss me. I'm starting to get horny again."
Jimmy Porter was thrilled to death! That peephole he'd opened into Sis's room was paying BIG dividends! He'd been laying there, sleepless, working his meat and fantasizing about little Tina French, whose tits were ANYTHING BUT little, at this point, when Sis and her boyfriend had showed up. Quickly, he'd hopped up and quietly moved the clothes along the bar at the end of his closet, the end of which butted on the back side of Tenisha's. 'Nisha seldom closed her closet doors, and this time was no exception; when he removed the clear tape covering the carefully fashioned plug to his peephole, he had a fine view of his sister swapping serious spit with that big bastard, Draper Travis! In a couple of minutes, both of them were half out of their clothes and the other half was obviously coming, from the way Sis was holding onto Draper's meat! Draper had serious meat, too -- Jimmy was only about five and a half inches, and kind of narrow, but he WAS only twelve! Locker room experience said he'd probably get another inch or two, and some girth, in a couple of years -- but what Draper had? He wasn't sure...
Sis didn't seem to have any problem with it, though! She had the thing out and wasn't letting go of it! Sis wasn't much of a girl in Jimmy's opinion -- all scrawny, without much in the way of titties except nipples -- but Draper didn't seem to be complaining. Girls Jimmy's age ran the gamut; most of them were just sprouting, here and there -- and a good deal of them ALREADY had more than Sis did, several years later! Tina French, for instance... Them things on HER chest HAD to be 34B, and they almost grew in front of Jimmy's eyes, it seemed like, sometimes... Waitaminnit... Jimmy's attention returned to the present, where Sis had fallen back onto her bed, and Draper was waiting for her to get organized so he could climb on, obviously... Holy Shit! What a gash! Jimmy's peephole faced the foot of Tenisha's bed directly, and when Sis spread her legs, Jimmy got an eyeful! Sis always fingered herself under the sheets, so despite the moaning and thrashing around, Jimmy hadn't actually SEEN her cunt until now, but there it was! Draper was running two fingers along the upper end, and Jimmy could see a LOT of pink, the way she was opened up! Shit, she was almost as big as Momma, there, and SHE hadn't had any kids to stretch it out... Jimmy had seen Momma's gash on a couple of occasions -- Momma wasn't particularly modest, especially if you caught her just before or just after her and Poppa were doing it... Her nighties generally didn't cover the action, and she didn't wear her housecoat like when she was cooking breakfast and such... Jimmy used to like to come out and bang on their bedroom door asking for a blanket after they finished doing it, so Momma would come out and dig around in the bottom of the linen closet for it bent over with her gash showing and Poppa's cum running down her leg. It made for one helluva jerk-off session afterward...
Jimmy's mind drifted back to the present. It looked like big gashes ran in the family... Draper knelt up between Sis's upraised knees and started nosing his serious length of pipe between her legs, and Jimmy fished out his stiffie and prepared to go along for the ride...
Tenisha was more than pleased with her tactics; once Draper's capability to take care of her action was impugned, he came on like a wild bull! They'd not fooled around with a bunch of preliminaries, but then she'd had all that, earlier. Now, she was flat on her back with her knees up, and her man was gonna scratch her itch...
Draper knelt up and started rubbing his cock head against Tenisha's opening, which was going to need some coaxing to take him, coming in from such a raw start -- but by God if she thought he was done after a little fuckin' blowjob, she had another think comin'! He slid two fingers down alongside her clit to help with the warm-up, but there was a certain urge to be a rough-rider in him, and she'd set it off! Draper was gonna wear her scrawny ass out! That thought uppermost, he started jamming away.
Draper's brutality came as a surprise to Tenisha, but upon reflection, she'd been asking for it. She reached down to hold her inner lips open to keep them from impeding Draper's already dry attack while feeling the first wash of her lubricant begin -- after all, this wasn't rape -- she wanted it! Instead, she just watched his eyes...
Draper held up after getting the head in -- it was jus' too much work to fight the fuckin' thing in without lube! He rocked back and forth, waiting. What could he do to speed shit up? Oh, yeah... He leaned down and took one of Tenisha's stiff nipples between his teeth...
"Uuuuuuuunggghhhh!" Tenisha moaned and surged, and Draper grinned. She'd catch up NOW! Tenisha didn't have much in the way of breast flesh, but she had long, stiff, sensitive nipples that Draper loved to play with. They seemed to be hot-wired to her clit, too! Draper rolled the gristly spike between his teeth and washed it with his tongue, and Tenisha started driving herself onto him from below!
Jimmy was getting an eyeful. He'd had no idea that nipples were that big a trigger point -- Ol' Sis had gone fuckin' nuts! Draper was snapping his hips now, and Jimmy had a front row seat to see the progress he was making! It wasn't more than a half-dozen strokes and Draper shifted to long-stroking that shit, pouring his whole length to her on every pass -- and Sis was loving it! You could tell by how she was moving, even before she started making noises -- but the noises were a dead giveaway; she sounded just like Momma!
Draper grinned tightly as an already familiar litany -- "Oh, Baby! Oh, Baby! Oh, Baby ..." -- started, low and quiet, initially, then more and more loudly as Tenisha approached her first cum of the session. "So, am I done?"
"Hnnngh!... No..." Her mother could have told her from experience that he'd tire, eventually, and she'd regain the upper hand, but for now Draper was in control, and that was just fine...
Jimmy grinned from ear to ear. Sis musta been talking her usual shit, and Draper was making her pay! Kewl! One day, he'd figure out a way to tease her about that without risking discovery... In the meantime, Draper was making like a pile driver, and Sis's litany of "Oh, Baby!" was running right up the scale, just like Momma's, when Poppa tore up HER ass... Jimmy rode the wave, his hand flashing up and down on his prick to the tune being played in the next room. Sis's ass started bouncing all over the place like she was trying to take Draper's balls, too, and the noise level hit its peak: "OHHHH, BAAAAAAYBEEEE!!!" Sis had her ass all up in the air, straining, and her asshole started winking -- and Jimmy shot all over the wall! Holy shit, that was hot!
Draper rode this out, slowing a bit while Tenisha worked her way through her cum -- give HIM shit 'bout bein' done, would she? He grinned like a shark. He'd bring her around again, if he could... That wasn't certain; pussy was better than head, even GOOD head. Deep throat was good, and all, but this was what a dick was for, an' you could tell the difference... Draper certainly could; as he brought Tenisha to the point where she was beginning to chase her second cum, he admitted to himself that three wasn't going to be possible, THIS go 'round...
Tenisha was in Heaven! Draper had taken charge and ridden her into the ground until she could do nothing BUT cum! Now, as she came down from the flash and the explosion, he was still sliding that big rod of his in her, already driving a second cum... "Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhh... Oh, Baby..." She offered her lips, and Draper took them, but he couldn't hold the kiss -- he just wasn't a pretzel, and when he got all bent up to kiss her, he couldn't stroke properly...
Jimmy watched Draper continue to pound away -- more recreationally, now that he'd jizzed all over the place. He had his jizz rag out, quietly wiping the wall he'd painted with his cum -- couldn't be drawing attention to his peep. Sis' volume level was starting to climb, again...
"Oh, Baby... Oh, Baby... Oh, Baby..." Alonzo Porter was grinding his teeth; did she HAVE to do that?
Bess rolled over and punched him, sticking her nose in his armpit. "Cut it out -- they ain't hurting anything."
"Oh, I guess. But couldn't she learn to make a different noise?"
Bess chuckled ruefully. Her daughter's noises while fucking mirrored her own -- and for the very good reason that she'd heard them often enough... Bess Porter liked her sex, and she liked it regular; Alonzo rode her about once a night, at least, and she was NEVER quiet... It had occurred to Bess that Alonzo was some kind of superstud long since; she hoped Draper was, too, for her daughter's sake... "I'll talk to her about it." She reached down to check on Alonzo's meat, finding it half-hard. "Why don't I distract you a bit?" She dove beneath the covers and Alonzo groaned as her lips closed around his cock head...
Draper was starting to lose it. He was well up the slope of his own personal roller coaster, and was starting to worry that he'd peak before Tenisha and leave her hanging. As a result, he adopted a more pounding, jarring stroke, gambling that it would be more effective on her while not rushing him along too much.
It worked. Tenisha took three of those trip-hammer poundings and her ass came up -- a sure sign that she was in final approach. She started to wiggle and push and lift -- and the noisemaking approached a scream -- then she was clutching him with arms AND legs, which might have made his final ascent impossible if her pussy wasn't going nuts... "Jeezus!!!!" Draper grunted as he added his pushing to her pulling as the pair tried to merge at the crotch, Draper pulsing again and again into Tenisha's spasming pussy.
Jimmy had to admit that was pretty fucking neat -- no question both of them got theirs, and white goo was oozing out around Draper's buried meat as they rested there, after. Draper'd sure hosed Sis good... He grinned and closed his peephole; that was enough for tonight...
Draper was gonna get up, but Tenisha wouldn't let go... He drifted off waiting for her to. Tenisha let go of consciousness as soon as his first snore broke, secure in the knowledge that he'd be there in the morning. Jimmy was just drifting off when "Oh, Baby!" began sounding again; his eyes popped open, but it was Momma -- no big deal...
It was pitch black in the cave and Randall was trying to deal with the strange mixture of sharp objects and soft places under him when a voice whispered, "Randall, can I be on top again?"
If he hadn't been in the bag, Randall would have jumped a foot; as it was, he went from stuporous to wide-awake in milliseconds. "Uh, sure... Grab on -- I'll roll the whole mess over..." He managed it, but the bag flopped open where he'd unzipped it during their first frantic race to completion.
He reached around, flapping, until her found Darla Jean's bag and drew it atop them again, then reached for the zipper, but a hand forestalled him, "Leave it -- we might need the room." Randall didn't argue; despite a concerted effort at concentration on sleeping bag organization, his hard-on was rampant in the face of full-body contact with a female. Darla Jean's lips settled on his neck and he went diamond hard, caressing her taut body and wishing he could get his hands into position to play with her nipples.
But he had her sides, and he had her ass, and damp pubic hair was rubbing the underside of his cock pretty rhythmically... Darla Jean didn't ask -- she just went up on her elbows, and the next thing he felt was her crotch as she set him for penetration by touch. She wiggled a bit, splaying open her inner lips, and announced, "Now!" Randall knew what to do -- he arched himself, driving. "Uuummmm..." Darla Jean husked. She was here, and she had a supply of hot cock; she was GOING to get her fill! She started moving on Randall's erection.
But the position wasn't adequate; Darla Jean couldn't get enough motion with her legs stretched out. How she managed what she did next -- get her knees up, inside the bag, WITHOUT losing contact with Randall's erection -- neither of them would ever know, but necessity is the mother of invention... Head tucked, lips working at the junction between Randall's neck and shoulder, breasts pressed against his chest, Darla Jean began posting on Randall's cock, her ass moving rhythmically up and down. Randall had a hand on each ass cheek, guiding and encouraging, but Darla Jean was doing the work, riding him more and more furiously. She was looking for hers, not worrying too much about Randall -- he'd get there. In the meantime, his long, thick, hot rod was doing wonderful things to the inside of her twat, wonderful things that she never wanted to end! She pushed it in until it ground against her clit, then backed it off, feeling the resistance as the crown of his glans dragged along her folds -- it beat the SHIT out of hairbrush handles, stiff, but soft and flexible... It was... Oh! Oh!! OH!! "UUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!!!!" Darla Jean's orgasm sneaked up on her, and only Randall's steadying hands kept her in the saddle as her nerves misfired, causing her to lose control.
Randall used his hands on her hips to keep Darla Jean's ass moving while she shuddered and whined. This night had exceeded all expectation hours ago; having Darla Jean riding his cock again was just miraculous! The sensations were almost intolerable, they were so good, but the previous couple of bouts had granted him some control; he was able to enjoy himself without worrying about whether he was going to blow his load right away. Instead, he merely enjoyed himself as Darla Jean got control and again took off, headed for another orgasm. His experience was too limited to make pronouncements, but Darla Jean seemed to be the perfect receptacle -- hot, oily wet, tight, and moving at just the right rate to make things just incredible... She started telegraphing urgency, so Randall again added his efforts to the mix from below, surging against her and thinking distantly, 'It's a good thing she isn't big...' Darla Jean went wild again, this time not making much more than a series of urgent, high-pitched whines, but he could tell she was there...
She was there all right! Randall's cock seemed to find every itchy spot in her twat and rub it, and the top of her head kept coming off! She ground herself against his hard body, grunting as the shock waves hit yet again, then took a moment before the urgency demanded more movement. The only limit to this seemed to be her endurance -- which was flagging. Originally, she'd wanted on top because Randall sleeping on her had become uncomfortable, but now the idea of him being atop her resumed its appeal... "Randall," she gasped, "you want to drive for a while?"
Randall didn't trust himself to say anything; he merely rolled them back to what he considered their original position. The bags were a wreck and cold air was leaking past here and there, but he'd worry about that later... Right now, Darla Jean's knees were up and he was between them in what had turned out to be the sweetest spot he'd ever been, and it was time to go nuts in there...
Randall started to pound, and the sensations were different than when she worked herself on him -- they were spikier, bright flashes at every trip-hammer impact. Where she'd built sensations slowly until they poured over the dam, Randall built waves that towered higher and higher... Darla Jean rubbed her surprisingly sinewy lover's arms and shoulders, managing to get out kind of a grunting coo as those waves rapidly built to the point that they were slopping over the dam, galvanizing her with little quick cums that left her disorganized while the next one came rolling at her.
If Randall had realized what he was doing to Darla Jean, he'd have gotten a swelled head -- but it was pitch dark, so he couldn't see the vacant stare and dilated nostrils while she stiffened against him, rigid for three or four strokes, then suddenly collapsed for a couple as the breaker popped, washing a wave of current through her for a couple of strokes before she again stiffened. Real sound wasn't possible -- only a high-pitched whine during the clenched periods -- she just didn't have resources for anything more, for instead of taking the long pull to the top of the rollercoaster and riding the insanely euphoric drop, only to have to make the long climb again, she was AT the top, cycling through a series of quick peaks and valleys that followed each other too rapidly to prepare for. She was cycling between the tight clench of the final approach and the explosive release, and not actually ever dropping through to a lower state!
Randall experienced this as a cyclical tightening of her pussy, with a pulsing clench and a quick release, followed by another build-up. This was certainly more than he'd ever expected, and different from the first pass... It was a serious milking, too, and it took its toll; Randall had thought that he could probably hold out forever while he was on the bottom, but this... This shredded his control! He managed something on the order of three eternal minutes before the urge became impossible to contain and he shifted to a merciless, shattering pounding that instinct told him would shatter her defenses and fill her womb... That lasted about five strokes, before his cock erupted and he crushed himself to her, trying to push his glans right through her cervix...
Darla Jean was left totally senseless; she'd been approaching an orgasm when the jackhammer set off what seemed to be a series of nuclear detonations that caused her to lose all touch with reality. The only thing that penetrated that wash of radiation was the feeling of something splashing against her insides, the beat of Randall's semen on the door to her womb...
Neither of them knew when it was that she wrapped long legs around him and locked her ankles -- it was just a fact that when sanity returned to Randall, she had a death grip on him with all four limbs. The sleeping bag was a wreck, and cold air was blasting in and would chill them both, but Darla Jean didn't seem to be all there, moaning "No..." when he gently murmured something about fixing the bag. Randall wasn't running his full mental process, either, but he mused that the last time the bag had been close to arranged properly, he'd been on the bottom, so he again rolled the whole system over, which worked well with Darla Jean clutching him. This closed the worst of the leaks and gave Randall the use of his hands; he managed to get the bag zipped and Darla Jean's bag back atop them -- even finding the blanket and fashioning it into a kind of pillow before collapsing into exhaustion...
Saturday dawned grey and wet; spring seemed to be aggressive about the delivery of rain showers. The Astronomy Club was the first group to greet it, as their lair wasn't particularly comfortable. Randall awoke to a rough shake. "Wake up, sleepyheads!" Jimmy laughed, "Time to go down the hill to breakfast!"
Randall forced his eyes open; he hurt all over, and he couldn't figure out why the blankets were so heavy until he realized that one of them was a boneless mass of VERY warm flesh... "Darla Jean? Wake up..." Did he call her 'Honey' or something, or was that presumptuous? He gingerly began rubbing her back...
Darla Jean had been using his chest as a pillow, lulled by his heartbeat into a deep sleep. Now she surfaced slowly to the feel of hands rubbing her back, which was nice, but... She started. It never had happened in real life! She became aware of a host of aches and pains, some in the weirdest places... Opening one eye, she raised her head to collect a close-up of Randall. "Oh, shit!"
Randall's eyebrows went up -- that wasn't exactly, 'Good morning, Lover...' "What?"
"I probably look like a hag." She pushed her hair out of her eyes. "Where are my glasses?"
"Here." A grinning Amy proffered them. Darla Jean took them and put them on, then glared at Amy, who was grinning from ear to ear, fully dressed, and showing no signs of withdrawing. Jimmy was there, too... "Hey, I need to dress!"
"I don't think it's possible in the bag, frankly..." Jimmy examined his manicure. "We got out and dressed."
"While WE were asleep! Get outta here, you two!" Darla Jean ranted, the trap having been made clear.
"Uh uh," was Jimmy's answer; Amy just grinned.
Randall glared at the pair as best he could from his position, then grunted, "Let me see what I can do..." He started unzipping the bag.
Darla Jean grabbed his hand. "What are you doing?" There wasn't a whole lot of trust in her expression.
"I'm gonna unzip. You can take your bag and use it as a shield while you dress..."
"Hmph. If I can get my bra up here, will you help me get into it?"
Randall couldn't help it; the question triggered an urge to glance down at her small breasts, which were pendant; Amy and Jimmy had already seen her pink nipples when she first arose, but Randall's head blocked them now as HE took HIS look. "Uh, okay..." Damn, they were nice -- puffy caps to her breasts, even if they weren't particularly pointy, at the moment... Hey, they were changing...
"Uh, sorry." Not that he was, particularly. Darla Jean slid deeper into the bag and began floundering around, collecting undergarments with her feet. His undershorts appeared first, followed by one of her socks. "Hey, are you double-jointed? Some of the moves you..."
"Randall!" There was more rustling, and she rasped quietly, "Does that thing EVER go down?"
A couple of snickers announced the fact that she hadn't been quiet enough. Randall's response made things worse, "Well, it must have gone down sometime. It was buried..."
"Randall!" Pure outrage as the other couple cackled. "Get OUT of here!" The flat glare that accompanied this brooked no argument, and the hecklers withdrew. Darla Jean, digging around lower in the bag, hunched herself to try to get an eye on the underclothing collection -- and Randall's erection. It might be nice to know what a cock that seemed to fit so well actually LOOKED like... Even more or less end-on, it was fairly impressive. "Is it... all the way?"
"Um. Mostly, I think. Might get a little harder, during..."
"Nice." Darla Jean went back to thrashing her feet, looking for underclothing, but she wrapped a hand around his rigid length, eliciting a moan. "If those two jackals weren't around..." She let go, and Randall groaned again. Damn! Was she as insatiable as he was?
The bra came up from the depths. "Can you help me get into this?" It was a front closure type; Randall didn't really see what was so hard, but, hey... Darla Jean raised her arms and he threaded it over them and pulled it down. When it got to the point where it could be clasped, though, Darla Jean left off for a moment. "Go ahead." Randall took a nice, long feel of her pendant breasts, something that gave them both pleasure, then closed the snap, fumbling with the odd catch. "When I find my panties, I can probably move out..."
She knew what he wanted, without further words, and his hand exploring her twat would feel SOOO good, but... "If I let you, we'd probably both end up too excited." She nodded at Jimmy and Amy, "Those two ALREADY know 'way too much..." Something kept her from making verbal promises. "Ah." A pair of tiny, bright red panties surfaced, got re-oriented, and disappeared back into the depths. Randall unzipped the bag so she had room to double up. "Thanks." She kissed his cheek, got both legs organized, and sat up, opening the bag but carefully fig-leafing Randall from the others (but not herself) while she collected the rest of the underclothes. In a moment, she had her socks on and was up, wedging herself into her jeans. Randall watched the briefly exposed flesh disappear with a sigh. Oh, well, it was pretty cold in the cave... He turned to his own apparel, getting himself into his undershorts and socks.
Darla Jean collected her sleeping bag and began rolling it while Randall finished up, then started re-folding his blanket. Randall began rolling his bag, wondering just exactly what stains he was rolling up in it, but afraid to make a point of looking. He could always air it at home, or send it out to the cleaners...
Amy and Jimmy had been packing the other camping gear, and had the place ready to move by the time the other couple was organized. "You guys handle the scope and your bags," Jimmy directed. "I've got the laptop and some of this, and Amy will handle the stove and the lantern. We'll leave the tarp up. It's real wet; we'll drop the gear in the pool house and go up to my house for breakfast." In a few seconds, everyone was arrayed, and the little column moved out into the pouring rain.
The trip to the pool house was wet and miserable, but otherwise went without incident. Everyone looked like a drowned rat, since only Jimmy had brought a hat of any kind. Throwing open the door, they surprised a two-headed animal in Danny's bunk that turned out to be Danny and Thelma. "Hey, you two, time for breakfast!" Jimmy chided.
"Awright, git out, we're right behind ya," Danny groaned.
Thelma, on top, reached down under the covers between them and added, "Maybe..." with a wide grin.
"Nope, sorry," Jimmy replied. "We just ruined their sex lives -- can't play favorites! Get up!" He turned and started directing stowage of the equipment, leaving Thelma sighing resignation and Danny grumbling. Somehow, they managed to get out of bed without totally exposing themselves, Thelma pattering off to the bathroom in a robe while Danny dressed at the bed. Jimmy called ahead, and they made the trek up to the house to where Jimmy's mother Melanie was preparing breakfast.
Nate Adams awakened on top of the world, in a bed a whole lot more supportive and soft than the one at home, cuddled up with his cock wedged between the cheeks of Nora's plush ass. If there was anything better than waking up with an arm around his woman, he didn't know what it could be!
Nora had wanted more when they got upstairs, and Nate, the edge recently taken off by her fine blowjob, had the kind of control he needed to do a good job on her. They'd gone FOREVER -- well, at least twenty minutes -- Nate pounding away metronomically at her with her knees over his shoulders, bringing her to cum after cum. It wasn't until he was already pouring spunk into her that either of them remembered rubbers; Nate hoped fervently that the Pill was working...
But, hey, if she was gonna have kids, it was just one more hold he'd have on her. Jeezus, he hoped she wouldn't wake up some bright morning wondering what the fuck she was doing with the likes of HIM...
The clock said nine-thirty, and there were noises and smells drifting up the stairs. Nora's Mama was cooking, again. Nate's Mama couldn't even use a microwave without someone to watch her, it seemed like; real food was out... "Hey, Baby, I'm smellin' breakfast..."
"Mmmm? Okay..." Nora turned to face him and opened her lips, and Nate collected them and her right breast. Talk about lucky... LAST Saturday, his earliest comment to a suggestion that she might be of interest had been something to the effect that she wasn't much to look at -- and he was sure fuckin' glad she hadn't heard it! Nora was different from other girls in a couple of ways that counted: She was sweet, and she WASN'T a prick tease! Okay, maybe she wasn't Britney Spears, or Pamela Anderson, but then THEY didn't have Nora's ass! Nate was an ass man, and Nora's was oversized a bit; it was a match made in Heaven. That was the most visible of Nora's charms, to Nate -- to others, her sizeable posterior was a drawback -- but it eclipsed a nice pair of round breasts... Most people would only see that surface -- the ass, which was normally a problem, the breasts, the rather plain face and somewhat thin, mouse-brown hair. That meant they'd miss the inside stuff -- the guts that led her to put herself out there for Nate, letting him know at the outset that if he behaved himself he could expect to get laid in the near future, for instance. No girl had EVER said anything like that to Nate; the usual female response to his 'rap' was a variant on "Ewwwwww!" and a hasty withdrawal. Nora had told him at the outset that if he could keep his tongue under control (his 'rap' wasn't the polished tool he thought it was; he tended to insult his target), that a closer approach was in the offing. With a firm carrot dangling before him, Nate shut up -- and Nora delivered! Jeezus, HOW she'd delivered! In Nate's mind, the whole thing had started with, "You like ass? You like white bitches? Why don't you take a shot at the Wilson chick?" Something like that -- he didn't remember exactly. Usual male ego shit... The fact that the encounter lasted more than five minutes had been surprising in and of itself; Nate was usually banished in about ten seconds. Funny, he didn't remember exactly what HE said, but he remembered CLEARLY what SHE said: "Nate, Honey, if you want to feel that ass without a lot of cloth covering it, you'll shut up now, before you say something that makes me unhappy." Shit suddenly got VERY different for Nate when she said that -- like, doors opened... He hadn't run his rap on ANYBODY since... Later that night, Nora had given him his first piece of ass -- AND her cherry! That was... fucking incredible... Nate finished this thought process with Nora's head on his shoulder, the kiss -- and a couple more like it -- having interrupted it in places. But then his stomach growled...
Nora giggled. "Let's go see what's cooking!" She sat up and snatched a thoroughly flimsy robe; Nate dragged himself into his underwear and his jeans, wondering vaguely if he ought to give up on the baggy shit -- it was hard for somebody built like him to keep the shit up... His shirt was a mess; somehow it had gotten mixed up in the juices from their lovemaking. "Leave it off," Nora said, smiling. "Then I can look at your chest..." The pair started for the stair, but Nate waved it off, petitioning for a delay with, "I gotta pee!" Nora giggled and waited for him, sticking her head in the door to watch once the sound said he'd started. Funny how different his cock was when he was doing that; it wasn't the stiff lance that he applied to her during sex, by any means, although it wasn't THAT small. She'd heard that some guys shrink to something tiny...
Nate suffered this with nothing more than a bit of exasperation; it was a little embarrassing having Nora watch him pee, but having her eye his cock was also likely to cause it to stiffen, which would interfere with what he was doing, so he concentrated on the effort. "Okay, so, it ain't hard ALL the time..." Nora just giggled. Nate made sure he did the sanitary thing, washing his hands afterward -- something guys sometimes passed on. Girls probably didn't do it all the time, either, he figured, but it set the right tone and kept him from looking like a barbarian. The things you had to start worrying about when you were trying to keep a woman... Finished, he dried his hands on a towel that looked like it was there for display purposes only (what was THAT all about?) and joined Nora for the trip down the stairs.
"Is that bacon I smell?" Nora opened the conversation as she passed through the kitchen door.
Sharon looked up and stopped dead for a moment; Nate was behind her daughter, looking a touch uneasy -- apparently, he'd stayed the night... Sharon found herself to be embarrassed; her robe was only a bit less revealing than her daughter's translucent item, the fabric being a bit more opaque. This was their 'just us girls' setup, modesty less of an issue than comfort. Thank God she was wearing panties... Nora wasn't. Oh, well, obviously, they'd slept together... "Yes. Will you watch it for a moment? Good morning, Nate."
"Morning, Ma'am." What the fuck DID you call your girlfriend's mother? Especially when you caught her wearin' not a whole helluva lot?
Nora took the fork from her mother, and she swept out, headed for her bedroom. When she returned, her attire was a good deal more modest -- a floor-length quilted robe. Nate felt kind of bad about it, but didn't know what to say... "Uh, sorry."
"It's all right, Nate," Sharon passed it off. "You surprised me, that's all." If anyone was at fault, it was Nora, and a glance at her told Sharon she knew it. Sharon took over the bacon, adding a couple more strips to handle the extra mouth she was feeding. "How do you like your eggs?"
"Uuuh..." Nate got eggs for breakfast once in a blue moon; was it okay to ask for something extra? "Any old way, I guess. Ummm, runny? Sunny-side up, I think they call it?"
Sharon nodded. "I don't promise not to break the yolks..."
"Don' worry 'bout it. It'll be the first thing I do..."
"Toast?" Sharon passed this task to Nora with her eyes. Nora took the hint and busied herself with bread. Sharon found some satisfaction in that; if Nora was going to be entertaining men, she needed to deal with the domestic issues involved. Nate had been here how many times in the last week? Five? Six? He obviously couldn't afford a maid; if things continued in the direction they were headed, Nora might discover how REALLY poor folks lived... Paradoxically, Sharon didn't see Nate remaining poor -- there was something about the boy...
Cracking eggs into the skillet went on automatically while Sharon's mind drifted. Nate stood there wondering what he should be doing for a bit, then went over to Nora, who was fishing some barely singed bread from the toaster. "Shit, that ain't toast. Make sure mine's brown..."
Nora eyed him, but his hand was on her back, rubbing, taking the sting from the remark. She glanced at her mother, to find her regarding her with a smirk and dancing eyes. "How dark do you want it?" she asked archly.
"Somewhere between this," he tapped her forearm where it lay on the counter, then put his up beside it, "and this," pointing at his own. In the meantime, the maneuver had wrapped his arms around her; he proceeded to nibble at her neck.
"That dark?" Nora played up, pointing at his arm. "Isn't that black?"
"It's real dark brown," Nate opined (it WAS pretty dark), "...but you don' have to go THAT dark..."
"Oh, okay, if you insist..."
"Something golden brown," Nate continued, then leaned in to whisper, "...like our kids will be..."
Nora gasped and eyed him. "Omigod! You're SOOO fresh!" But she was smiling, and Nate smiled back.
Sharon watched them play, wondering vaguely what Nate had said to provoke the reaction; certainly, it couldn't have been too shocking... Nate pretended that Nora was incapable of operating mechanical devices, and Nora played up while they attacked the coffee pot and managed to make some halfway decent toast. "Here, Nate, take these," she directed as she slid the first pair of eggs onto a plate. Nate collected them and took them to the table while she cracked another pair. Nora's she fried hard; hers were also over easy. "Sit, sit!" she directed when Nora's were done, "They'll get cold!" The younger generation settled into chairs, but Nate just picked at things until she turned from the stove with her plate.
Silence reigned while the trio got started, but the young couple began passing this cue and that back and forth, just bits and pieces of conversation, while Sharon ate pensively. Finally, Nora observed, "You're awful quiet, Mom..."
"Oh! Sorry. Trying to prepare myself; your father invited me to lunch... at his place."
"Really? So I guess his grand plan is moving forward..."
"Grand plan? You know what he's up to?" Sharon asked.
"Uhh, no. I just figured Daddy has something in mind..."
Sharon saw right through this flimsy cover-up. Nora knew something! Just as patently, whatever it was, Nora couldn't tell her! Sharon weighed the situation. What kept her quiet? Fear? No, honor; Armand must have asked her to promise to maintain her silence. Damn! She couldn't push her way through that! Sharon sighed, and returned to picking at her eggs.
This precipitated a rush to finish; Nora wanted away from the table. She knew her mother had seen through her, and didn't want to get embroiled in what was to come. Nate took his cue from Nora, inhaling his eggs, sopping up the yolks with his toast. "We're going to run upstairs for a bit," Nora announced. "Thanks for breakfast!" Sharon nodded and let the pair escape; she had enough to worry about.
Upstairs, Nate reluctantly collected his things and made for the door. "I'll call you later..."
"Okay." They kissed at the door, and Nate dragged himself out. Not having pussy used to suck; leaving your woman and going home to nothing was almost worse...
"Mary, Luv, do you want to go sh -- Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" Irma Nally discovered her daughter in bed with Teddy Frick for the second time in less than a week, and was disinclined to be calm about it. "I thought we talked about this?"
Mary sighed. They were SUPPOSED to have awakened early, and the boys were SUPPOSED to be long gone -- but then Mom wasn't SUPPOSED to come barging in... The grey nature of the day had made it fine sleeping weather, and the three of them had misjudged things... "Yes, Mom, you expressed your opinion -- which has changed, for some reason, I might add..."
"That was before I discovered you making like a SLUT with TWO BOYS! And now this is the second time this week I find you in bed with Teddy!" Irma ranted.
"Oh, so it's okay when I'm doing without, but not okay when it works?" Mary retorted sarcastically. Teddy tried to get out of bed, but Mary held his arm under the sheet. She was surprisingly strong; Teddy struggled for a moment, then made the best of it, cuddling up.
"Have you settled on just one?" Irma sneered. "When are you sleeping with that black boy again?"
"Any minute! Teddy's just warming me up!" Mary replied hotly. Stick, now wide awake, but hidden by the back of the couch he was sleeping on, held himself very still.
"OOOOO! Wait 'til your father hears this!" Irma stomped out.
Arthur Nally braced himself as his ponderous wife thudded down the stairs. She and their daughter seldom engaged in screaming matches, so he was no doubt about to be put in the middle of a big blow... He pretended to continue to read his paper, knowing that it would last only seconds.
"She's sleeping with that Frick boy again! That's the second time this week! The house is turning into a brothel!" Irma raved.
Arthur eyed her over his paper. "This all started years ago, Irma, and when I objected, YOU said she needed a leg up and it wouldn't hurt anything!"
"I keep finding her with BOTH legs up!" Irma ranted, "It's gone beyond a little simple advertising -- she's being a slut! And that black boy..."
"Has he been back? What's wrong with him, anyway?"
"W-well!" Irma blustered, "He's black!"
"That makes him inferior in some way?" Arthur remonstrated mildly, "We're not exactly sterling examples of the peak of the gene pool..." He eyed Irma critically. Mary got her size from Irma, among other things. Arthur was slight, balding, and slightly myopic -- but Mary had apparently collected his intellect, rather than his physical shortcomings. "I'm surprised at you! I never thought you were a bigot..."
"Oh, come on!" Irma sneered. "There could only be two reasons for him to be interested in Mary -- sex and money!"
"What money?" Arthur retorted. "We're not rich..."
"Well..." Irma regrouped. "You want little brown, kinky-haired grandchildren? Probably born out of wedlock?"
"Been watching Jerry Springer again? I thought Mary was on the Pill?" Arthur retorted. "Besides, they're exotic -- and kind of cute!"
"Arthur!" Irma screeched, scandalized. Frankly, she was amazed that he was arguing at all, given his original position; besides, SHE generally won arguments around here... "You go up there and have a talk with your daughter!"
"Fine!" Arthur tossed the paper on the table. "But it won't be the talk YOU would have had! YOUR position is water under the bridge!" He picked up his coffee cup and stalked off, leaving his portly wife sputtering.
Teddy was piling into his clothes, and Stick was sitting up in his undershorts, dragging on his socks. "How bad is this?" Stick queried.
"I dunno," Mary replied. "If she sends Pop up to talk to me, I don't know which way it'll go. Maybe I'll get grounded, and maybe Pop will tell Mom to go piss up a rope. Mom hasn't been giving Pop a lot of attention lately, and he's starting to get prickly. Pop's not terribly assertive," Mary glanced quickly at Teddy, "unless he's being neglected, if you know what I mean. One day he'll get a decent secretary, and Mom will be in deep shit..."
Stick chuckled. Teddy was already pacing back and forth, but Stick was half into his T-shirt when Arthur walked in. "I see that you mother isn't too observant," he observed. Stick's surprised face popped through the neck hole of his shirt, and Arthur continued, "Among her other failings..."
"Now, Pop..." Mary moved to intervene.
But Arthur wasn't going anywhere. "Let's not start this on that tone. Sit down, boys. Teddy, isn't it? And I didn't get your name -- Irma is busy being a bigot." Arthur addressed Stick.
Teddy plopped on the bed, nervous; Stick moved to sit there, too, carrying his shoes. "Stick, Sir." Mary settled herself between them to put up a united front, making them scoot a bit.
"Um." Arthur examined the trio. "When I was growing up, boys as diverse in appearance as you two had little or nothing in common, let alone a girlfriend. I'm betting that there is more to this than meets the eye..." Teddy blanched. Arthur remembered being present during a couple of discussions of Teddy between Mary and her mother, and began adding two and two... Turning to Teddy, he asked, "You're having sex with Mary?" Teddy nodded; if anything, it was eagerly -- yeah, he was hiding something... "You, too?" he asked Stick.
"Yeh." Stick's response was a lot more guarded.
Arthur wasn't surprised. The black boy was used to playing his cards close to the chest, he imagined. "So, you're sharing?" Both boys nodded, warily. Arthur turned his attention on Mary. "What about you? Are you sharing, too?"
"What?" Mary was instantly wary -- there was something here...
"I'm asking how much of Teddy's attention you're getting -- and how much he's giving Stick. I'm not stupid..."
Mary turned startled eyes on Stick. "Uhhhh..."
The jig was up. Stick made the reply, "It's 'bout fifty-fifty right now -- we're still tryin' to figure out if any of us got any fuckin' sense..."
Arthur nodded and snatched a kitchen chair to sit in facing the group. "How long has this been going on?"
"Since the Prom, Pop. We got together Prom Night," Mary replied.
Arthur sipped his coffee. "Seems like an adventure. Either of you boys seeing anyone else? Male or female?"
"Nossir." Stick's eyes were steady.
Teddy, on the other hand, was about to have a nervous breakdown, "I-I..."
Arthur picked up Mary with his eyes, and she turned to the less prepossessing of her two lovers and pulled him into an embrace, "Shhhhh..."
Stick surprised everyone by getting up and coming around to Teddy's other side and rubbing his back. "Take it easy, Stud. If the shit was deep, we'd be done for already." Turning his attention to Mary's Poppa, he grunted, "Ted needs a lotta support -- water's pretty deep where we're swimmin'."
Arthur sipped his coffee, waiting a bit, then, "I'd still like an answer..."
Teddy's eyes were still wide with fear, but he got out, "J-just them..."
"So it's been a week." Three nods. "How many times?"
Stick was the spokesman. "Twice, all three of us. Once apiece alone with jus' Mary. We're tryin' to figure out what makes sense, an' what don't."
"And just you boys?" Arthur prompted.
" 'Cept for the blowjob that started it, we only get together here."
Arthur's coffee cup was empty. This was the damnedest thing... He raised it. "Mary, I need more coffee."
"Yes, Pop." Mary moved at a dead run, snatching the cup and heading for the door.
"Avoid your mother, if at all possible. She's probably off fuming somewhere. And she doesn't know Stick is here."
"Yes, Pop." Mary hit the door.
Arthur sat back, apparently relaxed. "So what happened?"
Stick eyed Teddy. Nope, he wasn't going to get a word out. "Ted was doin' gloryhole duty at the Prom. It was my first time, but it was good shit, and I didn't have a woman, so I got ideas -- but Ted was quick and I missed figurin' out who he was. But Mary didn't -- she put two an' two together an' blackmailed Ted inta bringin' us both back here. Then she outed him, but only AFTER she let me know she had ME by the balls. Then she made us a deal: We could try out male shit -- here, safe -- but we had ta fuck her, too. Turned out that wasn't exactly a fate worse'n death..." He blinked. "Mebbe I coulda said that better..."
Arthur chuckled. "Maybe, but I get the point. So, where are things now?"
Stick shrugged. "Dunno. I kinda figured things would shake out by now, but they haven't, really. Mary hasn't picked one of us yet. If I hadta pick, I'd go with Mary," he shot an apologetic glance at Teddy, "but I feel like I'd be missin' somethin', so I'm holdin' off... If I don't hafta choose, I don't wanna."
"It's... harder for me. Mary... gives me things I need -- but I don't think I can totally close off the... other thing."
Arthur steepled his fingers. "It's tough, and sometimes life doesn't allow you to do things tidily. When I was your age, I had a couple of run-ins. I chose to call it recreational sex; the guy I was with called it a relationship, and got hurt. It's not all that unusual; more well-adjusted boys can stumble into it, usually around twelve or thirteen -- they experiment, and move on. But Teddy's a loner, and you, Stick, have to hang with your group, so you both missed the early phase. There was a time when you HAD to make a choice -- and wouldn't REALLY have had one. The pair of you would have fought over Mary and the loser would have had to go elsewhere, but both of you would have remained carefully in the closet. And it would have been a tough call, too -- Stick's naturally more aggressive, but his race and social pressures would have nullified that."
Arthur sat back. "Nowadays, however, I don't think you have to MAKE a choice; each of you can choose either of your current partners, or you can let the choice be made for you by events. There is even the possibility that things will work the way they are, long term. The question you have to ask yourself is 'is this recreational sex, or a relationship?' That's what I want to know, for my daughter..."
When Mary got back to the head of the stairs, things in her room were quiet; both of her boyfriends were quiet, pensive, and her father was watching them blandly. What had gone on while she acted like a big chicken, getting coffee? Her father took the cup and sipped distractedly.
Stick looked up. "I... dunno. Could go either way, with both of 'em. But..." He glanced at Teddy.
Arthur put up a hand. "Before you say anything more, consider this: I just watched you go to Teddy to provide him support when he was scared..."
Stick shut up, and showed signs of thinking furiously. Arthur turned his attention to Teddy.
Teddy rubbed his face. "I'm... on the edge. Both ways."
Arthur nodded. From the visible signs of injury that he had displayed at some of Stick's remarks, Teddy was probably OVER the edge -- maybe both ways... Mary was obviously trying to understand what was going on, out of context. "I'm asking the usual question regarding honorable intentions, complicated by the additional dimension that your relationship sports."
"Ummm." Pop always DID use big words. Still, she got the gist...
"What about you, Mary? Is this more serious, one way or the other?"
"Uhhhh... Jeez, Pop, it's HARD! It's apples and oranges! They're DIFFERENT -- different in their personalities, how we deal with one another -- even physically..."
Arthur glanced at the boys, "Well, yes..." Stick was taller, rangier, and undoubtedly more powerful...
"Not just that, Pop -- where it counts..."
"Ah." Was there truth to the black superman legends? "They're both... satisfactory?"
"Oh, yes! But they're VERY different! Stick is long, and Teddy is... thick..." Mary blushed.
"I see..." Might be an interesting comparison; Arthur had always sort of assumed that within certain variations, a cock was a cock...
"Teddy, well, needs support, and I like giving it. But Stick's a leader, and sometimes I like to be led..."
"So, it's been a few days, and there's no decision in sight for anyone... I don't suppose it has occurred to you that the situation might be reasonably stable as it is?"
"Well, yeh," Stick agreed warily. "I been kinda lookin' inta that..."
Arthur nodded. "Fine. I'll be going; neither of you boys need feel that you have to go anywhere -- make Mary fix you breakfast, or whatever." He turned at the door. "Watch out or she'll HAVE you for breakfast..." He closed the door quietly behind him.
The boys shared a glance; Teddy was still seriously freaked, but Stick had his sea legs. Mary sat down again on Teddy's left and wrapped an arm around him, but she addressed Stick, "You owe me one."
Stick grinned, "Can't have that! Let's eat somethin' an' then see what we can do about it when everybody's calmed down?" He rubbed Teddy's back.
"Well?" Irma demanded as Arthur re-seated himself at the breakfast table.
"You're not too observant," Arthur replied. "The black boy was sleeping on the couch."
"I talked to them, and told the boys they shouldn't feel obligated to leave..."
"YOU DID WHAT?"
Arthur eyed his wife stonily, "There's something unique brewing up there, and you're not going to disturb it. It isn't just about Mary -- there's a system to it. I'm convinced that no one is seriously out to take advantage of anyone else; therefore, since you more or less facilitated this situation, you'll deal with it."
"But... Two?" Irma was nonplussed and the fact that Arthur was being VERY definite about the situation was a big part of it.
"Teddy... isn't certain of his sexual orientation."
"You could have fooled me!"
Arthur grinned. "Well, it appears that regular sex DOES work, and he DOES enjoy it. In addition, Mary provides him... support..." He and his wife shared a significant glance. "The black boy's position is much more clear, sexually, but he has reason to not be homophobic. And he provides Mary with support..."
"So the boys are... And they're both..." Arthur capped both questions with nods. "Ewwwww, that's..."
"Watch it!" Arthur cautioned.
"It's perverted!" Irma ranted.
Arthur's voice was frigid, "It's your daughter's relationship with them, and it quite possibly could become permanent. In the meantime, Mary is getting serious attention from both of them that goes beyond sex. And THAT, I remind you, was the purpose of the exercise!" He mused a moment, sipping his coffee. "The grandkids could well be a mix..."
Irma, full of indignation, hove herself into the air. "I'm putting a stop to this, RIGHT NOW!"
But Arthur was on his feet first. "YOU WILL SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!"
Irma stopped dead; her expression wouldn't have been any different if he'd hit her with a baseball bat! "Wh-what?"
"You heard me..." Arthur's voice held an ominous quality that Irma had seldom heard. "I let you run things around here because you're generally good at it -- but you're being a pig-headed, bigoted bitch about this and I won't have you hurt our daughter by ruining a perfectly good relationship to please your sense of propriety. Do you understand?"
"You LET me..." Irma sneered.
"Who pays the bills?"
"But with whose money? Just because you write the checks that make it pour out for whatever you damned well please doesn't mean you bring any IN!" This fine bit of deflection moved the fight to ground that Irma couldn't hold, which lost her the rest of the battle by default. The pair went at it, hammer and tongs, for a good twenty minutes before Irma withdrew from the fray, defeated, shocked that Arthur could do such a fine job of slipping the leash and biting back. It had been a long time...
Draper Travis found himself seated uncomfortably at the Porter's breakfast table. Tenisha was radiant; her father was less than thrilled. But her mother insisted upon blithely pretending that it was a normal occurrence, and her little brother was a distraction... "Man, you pretty big! You do any sports?"
"I bet you're into wrestling! Sis is..." Jimmy grinned evilly.
"Jimmy!" Tenisha took a swing at him.
Jimmy ducked and affected innocence. "What?"
"Cut it out, Smartass, or I'll ground you!" Bess warned.
Jimmy subsided -- the shot had gotten the reaction he was looking for, anyway. Now a couple of words any time would widen the gap in his sister's defenses. He could tease her forever with this...
"More coffee?" Bess asked.
"Thanks." Draper was trying to keep a low profile, since 'Nisha's Papa just sat there, looking irritated. "I probly oughta go..."
"Nonsense! Sit! Eat! Enjoy yourself!"
"Damage is already done, anyway," Alonzo mumbled under his breath.
"What was that?" Bess turned on her husband.
Draper didn't make it out, but he didn't have to. He hung in, increasingly antsy, for another twenty minutes before Tenisha gave up and let him leave. Then she turned on her father, "You leave Draper alone!"
"I didn't do nothing! He's the one..." Alonzo shut up; Jimmy was sitting there.
But Jimmy knew, anyway... "Swapping spit with Sis? Sucking out her tonsils? Checking her bra size?"
"JIMMY!" Bess and her daughter erupted in concert.
But Jimmy would not be put down quite yet... "Wrestling?" He wriggled his eyebrows. "How many falls did you go last night, Sis?" At this point, Tenisha was out of her chair, and Jimmy ran for his room, cackling gaily.
"Boy's got a point," Alonzo grumbled. "Why do I have to stand still for this shit when he's..."
"What?" Tenisha interjected. "Having his way with me? It's MY way, more like it! It's not like he's tying me to the bed!"
"It ain't right! Under MY roof..." Alonzo ranted.
"Oh, FINE!" Tenisha rolled her eyes. "We'll go to HIS house, so his brothers can all watch and make comments! Is THAT what you want?"
"Shit." Alonzo grunted. "Awright. You got any grip on him, or is this just for fun?"
" 'Lonzo!" Bess added her outrage to her daughter's.
"Awright, awright!" Alonzo snatched up his coffee cup and left the table. Women! Talk like virgins and act like sluts... Alonzo guessed it was better than the other way around.
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