"carlee, if i had that scene on tape, i would watch it three or
four times a day for the rest of my life." mikey told me over a
light lunch. "i'd do about anything for you mikey, you're
irresistable." "maybe i could come over some night, have some
drinks, play in the hot tub." "sounds great mikey, name it."
"i have a date tonight, and tomorrow night, i'll check my calendar."
"wow, what a put down, and after you've seen me naked." mikey
smiled. "you really are a king sized flirt angel, ever since the
airport in evansville." "yeah, but i was dressed then." "that's
true." we laughed. "is dad dating anyone?" i pryed. "not
regularly, but some. he took a girl out the other week, pretty, mid
thirties, a widow woman." "pretty huh." i repeated. "not
as pretty as you, but not bad, she seem to really like him." "after
his money i'll bet." i snapped. "i don't think so honey, she
owns three motels in owensboro." i was sorry i asked. "boy, i
had just stripped for a man older that dad, and i was worried about a
thirty year old and my dad." "listen babe, go back to your
bedroom and fetch my coat, i'm running out of time." i fetched. "here
you be sir." i said, with my finest southern accent. mikey kissed
me on the cheek. "how do i love thee, let me count the ways." "flattery
will get you anywhere with me, buster." we laughed. "and
thanks for the duds." i said, as i walked him to his car. his eyes
lit up. "and my junior partner. it was his idea." "yeah,
and don't forget about the house mikey." "would i forget
anything you asked me?" "hope not." "see ya."
he said. mikey was so special to me. i wondered what would have happened
if mikey wanted sex with me. he was too much like my dad, too close to
me that away, besides, there was enough sex for me here anyway. i
showered, put on a gray tee with the british flag on it and a pair of
red cotton shorts and called harlen. "hello?" he answered. "hi,
it's me, whatcha doin'." "getting ready to go to the zoo,
wanna come along?" "naa, but thanks anyway babe, got scads to
do around here." "what's your favorite animal carlee?" "emerson,
i guess." he laughed. "come on, i'll bring you a picture back."
"oh, an ocelot will do." i said. "but don't bring a
picture, bring the real thing, russell needs company." "dad
wants to talk with you carlee.""sure." "hey special,
you're not mad at me are you?" "gosh no scotlin, i had just
drank too much and was super tired, that's all." "i hoped that
was it, listen, go to the zoo with us." "i really can't
scotlin, got too many things to do here. hey, my landlord says he'll get
the house for me." "great carlee, and i do want to tell you
about it." "bring me an ocelot." "a what?" "an
ocelot, fom the zoo." "well, ok. can i bring it over
personally?" "sure, i'll make you a drink." "deal,
baby." the nearest zoo's were at nashville, louisville, evansville
and my place. i wondered where they would go. it was late, and i had far
too many domestic things to do than waste my time at some zoo. actually,
since that tiger chased me in knoxville, zoos just haven't been my
favorite places. by six o'clock, i was drinking a beer on the dock,
throwing bread crumbs to ducks. i just loved the early fall, the days
were comfortable and the evenings delightful, the sun of the end of day
shown on the green river like a parade of diamonds, each flickering it's
own special color. i sat my beer on a table and sat straight back in my
chair. i grabbed my guitar and began to play a song that i had been
practicing for some time. "where or when," and old song that
had bumbled itself through many generations, i liked an old torchy
version, kind of slow, kind of sexy. i usually played for the owls, a
little too early for them. the fish, maybe. after i finished the tune
and my beer, i carried my guitar back to the house. i spyed a lone
figure standing in the driveway next to my house. god, he had an animal!
"harlen?" "that was a really beautiful song baby, very
beautiful." "what is that?" i asked. "your ocelot."
he smiled. it was stuffed, cute, yellow and black and huge. i handed him
the guitar, and hugged the cat to my breasts. "i love him harlen,
he's puurfect." "his name is louis angel, he's very special."
i kissed him on the cheek. "come on in." i said. i put louis
on the back of the love seat, he occupied three quarters of it. "want
a beer?" "sure, i'd love one." he answered. "beck
alright?" "sure." he said. harlen set there with the
guitar, fingering it, it was hard to deside who was the cutest, him or
louis. i handed him his beer. "how was the zoo?" i asked, and
sat down beside him placing my bare feet on the coffee table. "boring
carlee." "oh, harlen, zoo's are fun." "not today
honey. it was hot, a long drive, and i wanted to be with you." i
hugged him and pulled him close to me. "that makes my day harlen."
i kissed him gently. harlen took a long draw from his beer bottle. "tell
me about the song you played carlee?" "oh, just a song i like,
i've studied it, every rendition i could find, put them all together and
extracted parts i liked, parts i disliked and sort of put the good parts
all together, i study stuff harlen, i've done that all my life." "you're
a complex and a very interesting lady ms. mccord." he said, as he
ran his hand up the back of my tee shirt. that felt good. "play me
a song harlen." "oh gosh carlee, you wouldn't like any of my
stuff." "i might." "i know 'chicken reel' and
'wildwood flower', stuff like that." "play, harlen." he
finished his beer, then played "wildwood flower." it was
terrible. oh well, he had certain other talents. "will you play
yours for me and louis?" "the song is called 'where or when'
and is kind of a deja vu type of thing, a girl meets a boy, feels like
she has known him before, like she's been with him before, remembers his
smile like it was yesterday, but can't remember where or when." "lovely."
he said. and i played for him and louis. "god, you should record
that baby, it caused chills to run up my spine. can you sing it as well?"
"i'd better let russell do that baby, he sings better than i do."
harlen smiled. "i doubt that." he said. we kissed. my phone
rang. "yes?" it was emerson. "hi baby, is harlen there?"
i handed him the phone. "hey." "hey yourself, you'd
better get home, i'm lonely." "where's dad?" "looking
up stuff about the damn billingsly place for carlee, and i need you at
home dear brother." "she liked louis." "cool." "thanks
for the beer babe, but i'm needed at home, can i send dad over?" i
raised an eyebrow. "sure harlen, how long should i keep him?" "enjoy
louis sweetheart, and thanks for the song." i moved my operation to
the hot tub. i pinched harlen's butt as he left, and he winked at me. i
adjusted the controls, sat down and turned on some soft music. i was
snoozing when scotlin arrived, in my car. "sleeping on the job
girl?" "not really scotlin, just resting my eyes." "how
was the zoo?" i asked. "got your cat, louis." "and i
just love him." "got a drink for a poor old man that's been
looking stuff up for you this afternoon?" "you bet, i need one
too." we walked into the kitchen. "you leave pretty foot
prints carlee." i smiled. "hey, i like your ocelot there."
he said. "louis." i corrected. i made us a bourbon and water. "cheers."
he said. "have you been to england carlee?" he asked, looking
at my tee shirt. "no, but i have friends there, and i've studied
it." "great place, unbelievable, i've spent some time there."
"would you kiss me scotlin?" "huh?" "will you
kiss me." i said. "you're difficult to figure out pretty miss,
but yeah, i'll kiss you." scotlin was great at his work, and he
smelled nice too. "thank you scotlin." i said. he smiled, that
wonderfully crooked smile that he'd passed along. "hey guy, i got
some good news today." "oh?" "yeah, my landlord is
going to look in to buying the billingsly property." "great."
he said. "i'd love to see that old house fixed up carlee." "hey,
that's what i meant by looking stuff up for you, billingsly stuff."
scotlin looked through me while he was talking, undressed me, i knew the
look. i took a drink. he drank his drink. "they gave birth to a
blind daughter carlee, she had special powers" i got up and wiggled
to the kitchen, where i made us fresh drinks." sitting back down on
the love seat, i said. "so do i scotlin." he smiled. i had
conquered him, he was but beautiful jelly. i messaged his temples. "look
deep into my eyes scotlin." "do you have anything on under
that british tee shirt carlee?" "of course. now participate
scotlin." "you're getting very sleepy, veery sleepy." "i'd
be very easily hypmotized by you carlee." i placed my fingers
gently over his lips. "shhhh, you're breaking the spell." i
said, in my sexiest voice. he closed his eyes. i kissed him on his left
ear.then his neck, then his lips. "are you asleep?" i asked.
he didn't answer. i unbuttoned his shirt, rubbed his chest lightly, then
i unzipped the zipper of his pants and put my hand inside. he was hard,
i already knew that. i unbuckled his belt, then slid his pants down to
his knees. he wore white boxer shorts, grabbed his hard-on and pulled it
free through the split. he looked like harlen, only bigger, longer, more
beautiful. he had some gray hairs in his pubis, i pulled the foreskin
back and forth very gently. he was so hard, so delicious, and suddenly
he shot off. my god, spurt after spurt. "my, we're quick on the
trigger tonight." i said, as i wiped my hand on a kleenex. "i'm
so sorry carlee, really, i almost came when you undid my zipper baby,
there's just so much a man can take honey, i almost cum just looking at
you." i smiled and kissed him. scotlin was too wet for kleenex. "don't
move now." i told him, and went to the bathroom for a wet wash
cloth and a hand towel. when i returned: "this is really
embarrasing sweetheart." he said. "it's ok darlin." i
acknowledged as i gently pulled his pants down. his dick was flaccid,
but oh so lovely, i swabbed around it, then pulled his shorts down. "god,
this is messey." i said. "when was the last time this
happened, weeks?" "more like months." he answered. "well,
we certainly can't have that while you're at home." i laughed. i
played with him after he was fairly clean, no response though, except
that i was burning inside. don't feel bad scotlin, i was quicker on the
trigger than you were." i lied. "really?" "really,
just as soon as i touched you." "girl's do that?" "sure,
at least i do, i guess most girls do. i'll ask around." "don't
bother carlee, just promise me that we can have another go at it." "i
promise scotlin, can't wait. he remained flaccid, but it was longer. he
kissed me, and i couldn't let go of it.
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