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The following is fiction of an adult nature. If I believed in
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this and I'd never have bothered to write it. IMHO, if you can
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Sunday, March 24, 2002
I woke up, then went downstairs to the family room; dug out a
newspaper, and went through the want ads. I knew enough about
Phoenix to know which were good neighborhoods; I wrote down a
list of twenty apartment rents, for three bedroom apartments. I
added them up, came up with an average rent of $975 a month.
Doable, I thought.
I went in the kitchen, found the little ledger book Mom kept of
the household expenses. I'd been curious a few times, looked at
it, but it hadn't interested me, and I didn't pay it much
attention. Now I did. Four people, we averaged around five
hundred dollars a month for food, probably going to go up now
that Jenny was here. About fifty a month each for clothes; Mom
and JR liked to dress up, now and then. So did Dad; not me. So,
a little more than a hundred dollars a month per person for food,
fifty dollars for clothes, maybe a bit less. Two hundred for
utilities, for everyone.
Maybe two thousand a month, for everything, for three people.
Twenty four thousand dollars a year, after taxes. I smiled at
myself, grinning foolishly. There was a question I'd wished I'd
asked at the time, but I hadn't known then what I figured now. I
sat staring at the numbers for quite a while.
A little after seven, I was still sitting there thinking, when
Dad and JR returned from Kim's. JR hugged me, yawned and headed
up to her room.
"Up early," Dad said. "That doesn't bode well for your dinner
date last night."
"Feel up to a walk?" I asked, and he laughed.
"You rather mixed the metaphors there," he told me, but nodded.
"I've got another golf game this afternoon, a warm up would be
nice."
I led the way, setting a very brisk pace, at least as fast as
he'd set yesterday. Mary and her family lived about three miles
away; I walked steadily, silently.
We were almost there when Dad spoke. "Yesterday, we walked
about four miles. I hope you noticed that when we got done, we
were home."
"I noticed. Not today," I told him. "I think I need to do this
more often."
"Even at your age, it wouldn't hurt," he told me.
I stopped in front of Mary's place. "You told me last year what
Grandfather's plan was for us, JR and me."
"Yes. Craig's administering everything, but it's his father's
plan he's working from. The old man never forgave your mom for
getting pregnant. Still, it's better to skip a generation in
leaving inheritances; you save a lot on taxes."
"So, twice a year Craig puts money into your investment
portfolios, you and JR. Into his own.
"I never liked the old man, but I'd never wish Alzheimer's on
anyone."
"So, the contributions are about a half million each, each time.
Craig could easily do a lot more, but there are tax reasons on
both sides why this is the best for now."
"And you're in charge of investing it for JR and me?"
He nodded. "I supervise Craig, anyway." He looked curiously at
me, standing in the early morning sun.
"You told me, you believe in diversification," I said.
"That's correct. Stocks, bonds, real estate. Even some gold in
a vault in LA."
I pointed to the house. "What do you think that house is
worth?"
He looked around, spent a second thinking. "Probably two-forty,
two-fifty. Nice house, nice neighborhood, but not new."
"I want to buy it," I said flat out. "Or at least make an
offer."
He looked at the house, then back at me. "I don't see a for
sale sign. Why this house? What's wrong with ours?"
"Nothing's wrong with ours, nothing at all." I nodded at the
house. "Shannon Leary lives there, her mom and sister."
"The girl and her family you went to have dinner with last
night?" I nodded. "And you want to buy their house? Then what?
Turn them out on the street?"
I nearly lost my temper; that hit me hard and low, it was all I
could do not to say something stupid. Instead I clenched my jaw
shut, willing myself to stand still, not say anything.
"Just stepped in it big time, didn't I?" Dad said, embarrassed.
"Tom, we all say things from time to time that hurt people or
piss them off; the least you could do is tell me where I stepped
in it, so I can miss the mess next time."
"Yesterday, Shannon's father left them. Cleaned out their bank
account except for a few dollars and left. Walked away from his
family. Mary Leary got pregnant with Shannon when she was
thirteen, carried the baby to term; dropped out of high school,
eventually got a GED. But she's never worked a day in her
life."
I saw gray bleak wilderness behind his eyes. "God, Tom! I'm
sorry! I didn't mean to imply you're like that... even if I did
say it. I really am sorry.
"There are some despicable scum in the world, Tom. Pond scum,
so low there are no good words to describe them."
"He said hateful, hurtful things to Mary, Shannon, and her
sister Elizabeth. Nasty, hateful things." Dad nodded, looking
at the house. "One thing Mary said to me, last night. He told
her he was leaving her the house and the payments, her car and
the payments. I think he meant that she couldn't make them, that
she was going to lose them."
"Sounds like."
"Mary could sell the house."
Dad blinked, realizing now where I'd been coming from.
"I bet with an offer to buy, the bank wouldn't foreclose; it
would give her time to find a job, figure out something. I don't
know how much she owes on the house, but if she did sell it, Mary
would have money in the bank, a cushion, enough to live on for a
few years," I continued the thought.
He looked at me for a long stretch. "I was thinking, you must
like this girl Shannon quite a lot. Yet, you keep talking about
Mary." I met his eyes; I wasn't going to say anything, but it
wasn't something he was going to have to think very hard about.
"Would you talk to Mary?" I asked softly. "We don't have to
tell her about trust funds, and the like, at least not now."
"You didn't mention to her that you are a filthy capitalist,
worth millions, and going to be worth tens of millions?"
"No. I have a feeling if I did that, she'd never talk to me
again."
"Or you'd never be rid of her, ever," he said evenly.
This time I kept my temper. "Mom's not like that, you're not
like that. Neither is JR. Uncle Craig and Aunt Shirley aren't
like that. Kim's not like that, nor is Penny."
He held up his hand in self-defense. "Okay, okay, okay! I'll
talk to her, okay?"
"Okay," I said, and we both laughed.
Then I went up to the door and rang the bell. It was Mary who
answered, obviously tired, obviously having spent a great deal of
time since I'd last seen her, crying.
"Dad, this is Mary McDowell, formerly Leary. Mary, this is my
dad, Dave Ferguson."
Mary nodded, looked at her wristwatch. "It's early, I know," I
told her. "Please, could we come in and talk to you?"
"About what, Tom?" Mary asked, on the edge between hostile and
curious.
"You, Shannon and Elizabeth. The future." She was hesitating,
and I said simply. "Please."
Dad spoke softly, "Tom told me a little about what happened.
I'm an engineer, but I have some background in law and financial
matters. He thinks I can help." He looked at me fondly, "I
don't know if I can, but won't know until I try. Please."
She looked at him, then at me. "Last night, Tom and I," Dad
shook his head, but she went on, "were together. Sexually."
"If you don't have a problem with it, and Tom doesn't have a
problem with it, then I don't have a problem with it. Neither
will my wife."
"My daughter had a cow," Mary said bluntly. "Yet, Tom talked to
her last night; right now she's hoping he comes over later today.
Of course," Mary's face sparkled with inner laughter, her smile
was the most beautiful work of art in all creation. "Shannon was
assuming it would be when she was awake."
Mary stepped back from the door, "Sure, come in. I don't think
there's anything you can do to help, unless you've got a job I
can do. A job for someone with zero skills and zero
experience."
"We'll get to that," Dad said as we came in. "Tom's description
of the events tells me that you are in immediate financial
trouble."
"Bill left me a hundred dollars; I think that was a math error
on his part, he was always overdrawing our checking account."
"How long have you lived here? Tom says the house has a
mortgage, that you're not renting."
"We moved here right after Shannon was born, the down payment
was a wedding present from Bill and my parents. They co-signed
the loan, too. In 1998, my parents died within a few months of
each other. We refinanced then, got a lower payment, lower
interest, and didn't have any cosigners."
"Twenty or thirty year mortgage?" My dad asked.
"Ten; but it's moot. I can't make the payments, even if it's
got less than six years to go."
"Is the mortgage current, ie, are you in arrears in the
payments?"
Mary shook her head, "I don't know."
"Could you get the papers, and check please?" Dad said to her.
A moment later she was back, crying. "All the bills for the
last two months! He put them in a drawer instead of paying them!
Oh my God!"
I went to her, put my arm around her, hugged. Shannon appeared,
wearing a long nightgown, Elizabeth was just behind her in jeans
and a t-shirt.
"Why's Mom crying?" Shannon asked me belligerently. "What are
you doing here? Who's he?" She gestured at my dad.
"Tom's dad," Elizabeth answered. "You can see it in their
faces."
"Shannon, this is my dad, Dave Ferguson. Dad, Shannon and
Elizabeth."
Mary pulled herself together in the few seconds the
introductions took. "Shannon, Bill didn't pay the bills for the
last couple of months."
"Ms. McDowell," Dad said.
The girls all looked at their mother, Shannon laughed. "I'm
going to have to get used to that myself, aren't I?"
"It's up to you," Mary told her. "You too, Elizabeth." She
looked at Dad. "Sorry, I'll call you Dave if you'll call me
Mary."
"Mary, I know things, right this second, don't appear to be very
good."
"I've got seventy odd dollars to my name, hundreds, perhaps a
thousand dollars worth of bills past due, more coming due -- and
no income. Not very good is a not very good way to describe
it."
"And things really aren't very good; but while your options are
limited, they aren't non-existent.
"First, your husband. What did he take when he left?"
"He just walked out, I didn't have any idea, any idea at all
that he was unhappy or about to do it. Now, his closet is empty,
his personal effects are gone. He must have gotten up early to
get some of it, moved other things Friday night when I went out
shopping and the girls were out. Everything else, the TV, the
radio, that sort of thing, he left behind."
"Did he say where he was going?"
She shook her head. "No. He said I'd never find him, and if I
did, I'd have to take him to court to get another penny out of
him."
"Legally, you have been abandoned; that's a crime, but not a
serious one and they don't really enforce it," Dad told her. "As
soon as we leave, call the police and tell them your husband is
missing; explain that he took his things, the same things you've
told me. Get the report on file; you'll need that later.
"There are any number of groups, women's groups that will help
you with some of the legal affairs, if that's what you want. Or,
I have a personal attorney, you could see him."
"I have no money."
Shannon broke in; "Yeah, money. He took it all. Including what
we'd saved for college, for Elizabeth and me."
"Eighty thousand dollars," Mary said.
Dad blinked. "That is simple theft; they do take that seriously
and they do prosecute."
He went on, "The lack of money is why I suggested the women's
groups first. Tom said you are unlikely to accept charity; I
don't really believe that that sort of thing is charity, but I
understand your hesitation. No, for legal advice, I don't have a
problem with it. Beyond that? We'll cross that bridge when it
happens.
"Your husband is a man of plots and designs. I suspect he's
very weak on execution," Dad went on.
Mary looked at Dad in surprise.
"He's made a very serious mistake here, one that you are
perfectly free to capitalize on." Dad waved around us. "This
house. You have perhaps two hundred thousand dollars equity in
it. While in the great scheme of things, not a huge amount of
money, it would be enough to give you a considerable cushion,
were you to sell the house."
"Bill's name is on it."
Dad smiled, but it was the smile of a cat, spotting a mouse.
"You said your husband told you it was yours?" Mary nodded,
"Well, then it's yours. Proving it, of course, will be a little
more of a chore, but trust me, a lending institution, faced with
a foreclosure, has ways to get around that. The court will help
too. You can go to court, get a judgment against your husband,
and the court will take the money from your husband's share of
the proceeds from the sale of the house for child support and
alimony, restitution for thieving your daughters' college money.
Even male judges, hearing about a woman abandoned as you have
been, will be generous, quite generous, in their terms. You'd be
foolish not to find the most rabid feminist judge on the family
court bench."
"You can pick judges?" Mary asked, confused.
"To an extent," Dad said, "To an extent. Further, if your home
is in escrow, you can stay until the escrow closes; you can write
all sorts of things into escrows. Like paying back mortgage
payments, this that or the other bill; the buyer doesn't have to
be privy to those arrangements, usually isn't, in fact. You can
take out a bridge loan from a bank, secured against the sale
price, for living expenses for you and your daughters until the
sale is complete."
"To be honest, I look around this house and see too many things
that remind me of my husband; I wouldn't mind leaving. I have no
idea why he did this, none at all."
Dad looked at Shannon and Elizabeth. "I'd never have asked
this, but for some recent experience of my own, with someone near
and dear to my family. But do either of you have any idea why
your father did this?"
Now it was my turn to be surprised. Dad thought Shannon's dad
might be like Sam Reese? That was a terrible, terrible thing!
They both shook their heads. I searched Shannon's face; I
didn't see anything other than the truth. I couldn't read a
thing at all from Elizabeth.
There was a moment of silence, and then Mary looked at me, then
back at Dad. "You're saying this wouldn't be a good time to
throw myself and my daughters off a cliff in despair?"
"That's what I'm saying." Dad nodded to me. "You have Tom to
thank for the idea, but I'd like to think, that if I'd learned of
the circumstances another way, I'd have done the same thing."
"So we have some time to think, we have a way out, by selling
the house? It might take a while, but we won't end up bag
ladies, walking the streets?"
"Yep," I volunteered. Mary looked at me, her eyes gray and
somber. I much preferred them to sparkle, but then, that was
what this was about, putting the sparkle back for a long time to
come.
"It's a little hard to say no, not to this," she said. "I'd do
anything, anything at all, to protect my daughters."
"Even to getting a job?" my dad asked gently.
"Staying home was something I did at first because I loved my
babies with all my heart; I wanted the best for them. Then it
simply got easier and easier to do, as time went on. Too easy; I
was too vulnerable. I need a job, yes."
"Tom said you dropped out of high school."
Mary met his eyes. "Yes, when I was pregnant with Shannon;
looking back even a few years later I knew I'd messed up. When I
was pregnant with Elizabeth, I took my GED, passed it."
"Can you type, use an adding machine?" Dad continued, "Do you
have a computer?"
"Shannon and Elizabeth share a computer, I've done a few things
on it. I write letters, mostly. I can type, a little. I know
how to work an adding machine, but I'm not practiced. I can work
a calculator. Bill said I could get a job as a waitress or bag
boy."
Dad shook his head. "He didn't use physical punches, your
husband, I'll give him that. But his words were meant in the
same way as a punch; he was out to hurt you as badly as he could.
Going to work in a restaurant would be a bad choice; there is
virtually no future in it, and the money will be good enough at
first to seem a godsend."
"And this is bad?" Mary asked.
"If you want to live in a small apartment for the rest of your
life, if you want that life for your daughters, it would be
fine."
"And what else am I equipped to do?" Mary said, her eyes
flashing.
"You have a brain. You have quite adequate verbal skills. How
much pride do you have?"
She shook her head. "Right now, I've started to think humble."
"That'll do until you start to hold your head up high again.
Would you be willing to work in an office? Doing routine office
work?"
"As long as it pays minimum wage, yes."
Dad grinned. "We have a terrible time with that, actually. You
get ten dollars an hour now to start at some of the fast food
places, like McDonald's and Burger King. So, we pay about $9.50
an hour to start. Ninety days later, you'd have health
insurance."
Mary blinked, opened her mouth and then closed it again. "I
don't know if we're still covered on Bill's company policy."
Dad smiled slightly. "After you file the police report, make
sure you write down the report number. Call his employer
tomorrow and see if he's there. If he is, call that information
in to the police; don't try to go see him or talk to him. Most
likely not; I suspect he's quit." Mary nodded.
"And," Dad went on, "in the off chance he should call, ask him
to call back in a minute. Get anyone, anyone at all, even a
neighbor, Tom or I, anyone, to come and listen. Try to get him
to repeat the offer to give you the house in front of a witness.
Then, don't chortle if he does. If, perchance, he should show up
here, don't let him in; call the police."
Mary shook her head, "You think he's pretty dumb, don't you?"
"Pretty much," Dad said.
"It's amazing," Mary said, looking at me. "I hear Tom's voice
in yours, his ways of thinking. Except, now I know it's the
other way around, isn't it?"
"Yes," I said without hesitation.
"And if my wife Ellen was here, you'd realize we've both learned
a lot from her, too," Dad added.
"I guess thanks doesn't even begin to cover it, does it?"
Dad shook his head. "Thanks is enough, as much as I'll ever
ask. Tom's his own man."
I blushed, when Mary looked at me.
"Tom." It was Elizabeth and I turned to her. "Thank you." She
met my eyes. "I wasn't sure about you, I thought I was, but I
wasn't sure." Her voice was whisper soft, but clear. "Now I
know why Jennifer sleeps with you."
There was a moment of silence and I mentally cursed the rest of
my family, who just talked entirely too much about these things.
Elizabeth waved her hand at me in the silence. "Jennifer is
gay, she used to hate men. Tom, she says, is a man, a real man,
not like the others she's known in her life. With him, she says,
she is safe, protected, and comfortable.
"I saw Tom stand up to Roger and his friends, the other night at
school. All by himself; Tom's friends came a second later, but
at first it was just Tom. By himself, against three of them.
Jennifer says she can sleep with Tom, knowing that he will be
there to protect her, keep her safe.
"And Tom doesn't mind that she doesn't want to have sex with him
or any boy. She just wants him there, to know that the demons of
the night have to stay away. And that's what he does; just
that." She was crying, I saw. "And now he's here, helping us.
Thank you, Tom."
My dad spoke softly too. "When Jennifer came to us, the first
night she cuddled with my wife. Tried to sleep; couldn't. She
trembled and shook, all night long. She would wake and start,
looking around for her brother; sure he was hiding some place
close. We didn't know about him then, thought it was something
else. The next night she spent with Tom, the nights since. Tom
is, she says, the only person she feels truly safe with, because
all he wants from her, is her happiness and for her to be safe."
"That's all any of us want," Mary said. "It's proving much
harder than I thought."
"It's worth the struggle," Dad told her.
"Yes," Mary replied, "it's worth the struggle: particularly
when you have people who are willing to help."
"It makes it easier," I said, feeling relief. Jenny wasn't
likely to have talked to Elizabeth about her fantasies. My life,
I thought, is too complicated. I really, really didn't need any
more women in my life. I really, really would rather spend the
weekend with Mary, than a week with my Aunt Shirley, Uncle Craig
and a cornucopia of convivial concubines.
Dad went over the high points again, gave Mary our phone number,
address, the name of someone to see at his office.
Then Mary asked if I could come back later. I knew she and
Shannon had been trading glances, I wasn't sure what that was
about, but I agreed to come over in the afternoon.
We walked back home, going slower; it was half past ten when we
got back. "A father has an easy time, being proud of his son,"
Dad said after we'd been walking for a ways. "I've always been
proud of you, Tom; but never more than right now." He waved
behind us. "That was a kind, wonderful, decent thing to do.
Mary didn't say much, but it was pretty obvious he attacked her
as a woman."
"Yes."
"There's nothing like a sixteen year old to buck up a woman's
spirits," he said with a smile.
"That's pretty much what Mom and Kim said too." I was a little
smug.
"Don't get cocky, boy! You're doing fine being yourself; get
smug and you won't be able to keep your eye on the ball. Lose
track of this ball, and it could have serious consequences for
all sorts of people."
"I'm sorry."
"Like I said before, I'm jealous. Kim brings home a stray
kitten; Leslie brings them home and now you. Three at once!
Awesome!"
"It's not something I set out to do."
"I know."
We went inside and everyone was sitting in the family room,
reading. Dad explained where we'd been, what we'd done, leaving
out a lot of the unnecessary details, like telling everyone I'd
slept with Mary.
Afterwards, I got a big hug from Mom, JR and Jenny, before going
up to my room to see if I could catch up on a little sleep.
After a bit, JR and Jenny both joined me, cuddling up to me. It
was much easier this time to sleep; and I did just that.
Much later, Mom shook my by the shoulder. "Phone, Tom. A
girl."
She handed me the portable, and I said hello.
"Tom, this is Sue Ellen."
I blinked in astonishment, never ever had I imagined Sue Ellen
calling me. I'd been expecting Mary or Shannon.
"Good afternoon, Sue Ellen," I said, almost gargling in
disbelief. I saw JR sit up, perk up. Down girl!
"Could I come over and talk to you?" she asked.
"Half an hour?" I said, not knowing what else to do. I knew
Tony's birthday was in August, Sue Ellen wasn't likely to be
planning a surprise party!
"Sure. Thanks, Tom, I appreciate this."
"Sue Ellen, Tony's girl friend, wants to come by and talk," I
told Mom when I hung up.
"Your dad and I were thinking about going over to Baskin-Robbins
for some ice cream, after you got up. Now, it's getting late, I
don't want to spoil appetites for dinner."
"I don't know how long Sue Ellen wants to talk; why don't you go
without me, and if it's not long, I'll join you."
Mom nodded and I went and got a shower, was downstairs when Sue
Ellen came to the door.
"Could we walk?" she asked, her voice pitched a little low.
Not low enough, I thought, for my dad not to overhear, and give
me a sardonic grin. Well, I was the one who'd said I should do
more walking.
"Sure." I went out, and we walked much slower than I did with
Dad.
"Tony's really fucked up," she said after a second.
"Roger?" I asked, curious and concerned.
"No."
"You and JR?" I asked nervously, but she laughed.
"Tony has his own little escapades, I have mine. Someday, I'll
tell you about life as a cheerleader and why I quit."
"Not for me!" I said with a laugh, "How is Tony messed up?"
"The coach called him this morning; Tony tested positive for
steroids. They're going to suspend him from the team."
"That's not good." Tony doing drugs? Almost, but not quite,
unbelievable.
She made a little gesture of dismissal; "It's just bull shit,
like who's playing football in March?" That was true! "He can
reapply in three months, get right back on. It's all fixed; they
do it all the time.
"No, Tony's father flipped out. His dad wants to kick Tony out;
that, at the least, he's going to be grounded. No football next
year, no Sue Ellen this year. No kid of his, he told Tony, is
going to be a druggie."
"Then my old man got into it with his old man; told him Tony
could move in with me, might as well, since he and I have been
doing it since forever." She shook her head in amazement.
"Would you believe Tony's goofball dad never even noticed we were
going steady? I was just the 'tramp next door.' My dad punched
out Tony's dad, who said he was going to get his gun. We all
beat a hasty retreat, then he came banging on our front door.
"The cops came, and busted Tony's dad." Sue Ellen sighed, "What
a bunch of fuck ups!"
"Who?" I asked innocently.
"Tony, for not handling his dad better, his dad for being such a
moron, my dad for being a fuck up who thinks he can solve any
problem with a good swift punch in the face, me for living with
these jerk balls. Everyone. Jeez! This is going to be like the
Capulets and the McCoys."
I didn't think that was right, but didn't have the courage to
correct her right then, either.
"I'm not sure what I can do to help," I said carefully.
"Help? God, we're beyond help! I just wanted to come over and
talk to someone whose head I didn't want to rip off. Someone who
will nod, say meaningless bull shit trying to make me feel
better."
I laughed, and she looked at me. "What's funny?"
"Tom Ferguson giving advice; pretty soon, I'll be able to take
over for Dear Abbie."
"Better not be Dear Blabbie," she said with a growl.
"Sue Ellen, when have I ever talked to you about anything
before? Have you ever heard Tony talk about my blabbermouth?" I
shook my head. "My lips, Sue Ellen, are sealed." I zipped my
lip, figuratively speaking.
"Janey Sussman told me once, the best lovers are the shy, quiet
ones, who think a lot about it, before they do it for the first
time. Guys like Tony, she told me, never learn any technique;
it's 'let's get it on, baby!' and roll around grunting and
moaning. Not that I don't like that, mind you, but it's getting
kinda old." She looked at me. "Bet you'd be even better than
Joanna, in bed."
"Ah, I've got enough complications, just now," I told her.
"What, Marsha, Tony's queer cousin? Shannon 'Hi, let's fuck!'
Leary? And Shannon's mother? That last, by the way, was cool.
Marsha was cool too. She still had a big shit-eating grin on her
face when she got back from Sedona. Like Janey said, you shy
guys spend a whole lot more time thinking about what you're going
to do in one month, than guys like Tony will spend in their
entire lives."
"Really, I mean it," I said, which brought a gale of laughter.
"Tell me true, you never looked at these and wondered what it
would be like?" She gestured at her breasts; easily an order of
magnitude larger than Marsha's.
"I looked at them, then considered Tony and decided how much
better life is, my head screwed on where it should be, rather
than unscrewed and shoved up my ass." Why was it, I wondered,
that I could cuss when I was with Tony and Sue Ellen, and I
couldn't at any other time?
Sue Ellen smiled. "I guess." She waved around us. "It would
really gross people out, you and I, doing it here in the middle
of the sidewalk."
"Not going to happen," I told her.
Sue Ellen laughed again, "Sure, Tom. Sure." She flounced her
breasts. "You're not watching now, right?"
"Sue Ellen, I'm a guy. I have hormones. You're a girl; that
gets the hormones going." I glanced at her breasts; no doubt
about it, they got the hormones flowing in buckets!
She grinned sardonically, but I shook my head. "You're right,
I've spent a lot of time thinking about it. More so than you
think, particularly in the last few days."
We took a few more steps, and then we stopped because Sue Ellen
reached out and took my arm, tugged on it. "Tom." I looked at
her. "You're really a decent guy, aren't you?"
"I try to be," I told her.
"Tony would never believe I offered and you declined." She
laughed. "You know what, Tom?" I hadn't a clue, and shook my
head. "Tony's wrong; always has been. You too, in your own way.
Girls like me, we know what we want, we're willing to pay the
price. We look at guys like you, and secretly wish it was guys
like you who wanted us, instead of guys like Tony. Only thing we
understand, I think, is lust. Ours and theirs." She looked at
me. "You know what I mean, don't you?"
I nodded. It wasn't as though I didn't understand about lust.
"I could strip naked, jump your bones; and if you didn't feel
like it, it wouldn't happen, right?"
I nodded and she went on. "And doing that, that wouldn't get
you interested, would it?"
"Sue Ellen, you're a beautiful girl. I've looked, believe me,
I've looked."
She smiled at me, laughed. "Looked and did nothing. How do you
spell 'resistible', Tom?"
I blushed and she shook her head. "It's nice, really. I'm not
really your type, and I know it. I'm not your sister's, either.
Do you know why I quit being a cheerleader?"
I shook my head.
"We had this big party, when I was a freshman. Those of us
trying out for the squad. Everyone had to go down on their
sponsors; suck their whatever, mostly pussies. Gross, eh?" I
shook my head and Sue Ellen grinned.
"Then, we drew names out of a jar, which of the returning
football players we were to give blow jobs to. At the time, it
made no sense to me; queer girls sucking dick. Stupid."
"Tony was really happy when Suzy Jones did him; said he didn't
care at all that I sucked Doug Marshall off. He didn't
understand why I didn't like it. But you know, don't you?"
I nodded, and Sue Ellen jerked her chin in agreement. "Yeah.
You know. Joanna knew, too. That's how she got inside my
guard." Sue Ellen sighed. "I told myself that I'd never do it
again with a girl; God, guys do it so good!"
"Joanna came from the side, appealing to my lesser drives;
convinced me that what others think isn't important." She shook
her head, "Imagine that, someone my age, seduced by a thirteen
year old!"
"My experience isn't all that vast," I told her, "but it tells
me that you don't get seduced unless you want to."
She laughed and shook her head. "No, you start out not sure,
wanting to be careful. Then you find out more and more about
what it's like, and have second thoughts. Lots of girls have
gotten messed up over the years by those second thoughts. I made
a vow right after I realized I wanted to do it with Tony. I
might have second thoughts the morning after; I might have
regrets, but wasn't going to have big regrets. I make my
choices, and I am going to live with them." She waved at me.
"Which is why I think I'm glad you said no just now."
"Thanks for nothing, Sue Ellen," I said with a laugh.
She glanced around, "This really wouldn't be a good place to get
it on. Everyone's over at the jail, trying to get Tony's dad
released. Want to come over for a while?"
"I thought you were glad I said no?"
"I am; like I said, this isn't a good place. The way I feel
right now, if you said yes, I'd jump your bones right here."
I glanced at her, focusing on her breasts. God, Tom! You're
crazy! All that shit you've been spewing to Mary and Shannon
about love -- and here you are, seriously considering going with
Sue Ellen just for the hell of it!
Sue Ellen saw where I was looking, pulled her shoulders back a
bit, sticking her chest out. "A quickie, maybe?" Her voice was
soft.
I stood mesmerized, my cock rock solid. Sure Tom, make her day!
Say yes! Make Mary's day, say no! As I watched, I saw Sue
Ellen's nipples poke up, visible even through her sports bra and
t-shirt.
"Why don't we go back to my house," I said, knowing I was
temporizing, knowing what I wanted to do when we got there.
We walked a little faster; I was hoping it would take the edge
off my horniness; it seemed to work the opposite way. Sure
enough, my parent's car was gone.
"Come," I told Sue Ellen, and went around to the back, to the
patio. Ours was screened in, maybe ten degrees or more cooler
than outside. Sue Ellen didn't say a thing, just lifted her
t-shirt over her head, then a second later, pulled her sports bra
off the same way, spilling out her breasts.
I'd seen a few porno pictures of girls with big chests, but I'd
never seen so much bosom, personally, in my life. Marsha's
breasts had been two grapefruits; Sue Ellen's were more like
large eggplants, oval rather than round, nipples that were larger
than I'd seen yet. She pressed her hands under them, lifted them
up.
"You've wanted to see these for years, haven't you?" she said
with a giggle.
"Sometimes," I said, admiring the view. Not really my cup of
tea, not really. But this wasn't tea, and I leaned closer,
running my hands over her nipples, chaffing them. Sue Ellen's
nipples were already erect, they got more so.
"Oh yeah!" Sue Ellen breathed sibilantly as I brought her
points up to a sharper peak, "Oh yeah! Use your tongue, Tom!" I
did as requested, leaning down and kissing her nipples.
It was, part of me was thinking, silly and stupid. A big pair
of tits; the common wisdom was right: more than a mouthful is
wasted. On the other hand, I wasn't able to break the lip lock I
had on one of her nipples, sucking on it, laving it with my
tongue.
"Yeah, that's it! Go, go, go, Tom!" she whispered to me as I
worked. I went, that's for sure, crazy. I used my tongue on one
of those whopper mammaries, my hand on the other. Sue Ellen got
more and more excited, and so did I.
After a second, she pushed me away, grinning. "You do that like
a girl," she said, giggling. She worked on unsnapping my jeans,
pushing them and my shorts down at once, rubbing my butt as she
did.
"Can't take much of that, or I really will be like Joanna and her
friends." She pushed me back on a couch, and pushed her own
shorts off, revealing the weirdest patch of pussy hair I'd ever
seen or imagined. It was a single vertical stripe about an inch
wide, from between her legs and running up a couple of inches
towards her belly button.
She straddled me, guiding me into her. "Tony hates having me on
top," she murmured. "I love it!" She started bouncing up and
down on me; I started pushing deep into her. Sue Ellen reached
up, started squeezing her own breasts; I reached down, started
thumbing her clit. She started really going, that set me to
going; it was incredible sex. Sue Ellen started gasping,
panting, but didn't change the pace, if anything went faster.
I went faster as well. Eventually, she gave a little shriek,
and I felt her pussy clamp down on my erection. "Oh Tom! That
was so good!" I kept going, hardly slowing. She looked at me,
grinned, "This is even better!" For another few minutes I kept
surging into her, lifting her up, keeping pressure on her clit as
best I could. This time her shriek was louder, and I pressed
hard, shooting into her.
"Oh baby!" Sue Ellen said, leaning down and kissing me for a
quick second. "Janey was right! Oh, have I ever been barking up
the wrong tree! Football players think size is the only
important thing!" She giggled, "I'm here to tell you, it ain't
so!"
With that, she pulled off, standing up next to the couch. I was
surprised to see her start dressing. I stood and did the same
thing; neither of us speaking. She finished, and turned to me,
grinning. "If I was to kiss you," she told me, "I'd end up
tearing off your clothes again. A girl could get addicted to
you." She touched my cheek. "Neither one of us wants that, I
bet."
"Probably not a good idea," I agreed.
She smiled at me. "Our secret?" I nodded. She looked at me,
smiled. "And no second thoughts, no regrets." The last was a
command. "I'm not going to have them, you won't either. I don't
know who your girlfriend is, or even if you have one. This was
just sex between two horny friends, ok?"
She's trying to convince herself, as much as me, I realized.
"Nice sex!" I agreed.
"And who knows what the future might bring?" Sue Ellen giggled.
"I might get horny again some day. Like tomorrow!" I walked
with her around the house; she got in her car and drove away.
I went inside, sat down in the family room, staring at the wall.
You despicable son of a bitch, Tom Ferguson! You just diddled
your best friend's girl! Instead of going over to Mary and
Shannon's, where you were hoping to score with both of them! You
have a serious problem, Tom! You spout a line of love bull shit
a mile deep; yet you just fucked someone for no better reason
than to do it!
Was there something wrong with me? Was I an insatiable satyr,
who's only thought was to get a girl on her back, her legs
spread? Or on top of me, behind her... whatever worked? I
snorted in derision; I was still hard. I knew that if any of the
women I'd made love to walked through the front door, I'd want to
do it with them!
Did I mean any of the things I'd told Mary and Shannon? Did I
really, truly, believe them?
I shook my head; at the time I thought so. Sitting here, looking
at the wall, the faint smell of Sue Ellen lingering on me -- I
wasn't sure. What in the hell was I supposed to do? I couldn't
go through life making love to most of the women and girls I met;
if I thought life was complicated now, do that and it would
spiral out of control and I'd crash and burn.
I heard the car pull up, then another. Odd, I thought.
Probably Kim and Penny. A second later Dad came through the
door, saw me. "You'll never guess who we ran into at the ice
cream parlor!" I shook my head, but coming through the door was
the rest of my family, plus Mary, Shannon and Elizabeth.
"I decided we'd had too down a weekend," Mary said, seeing me.
"Either we're sunk like a stone dropped into the ocean, or it's
not as bad as it seems." She nodded to me, then Dad. "Thanks to
you, I hope it's not as bad as it seems."
"We invited them over for dinner," Mom said.
"I brought you a chocolate malt," JR told me, handing me a bag.
"Gosh, thanks JR!" I glanced at the clock on the wall; not much
after four. We didn't usually eat until six or so on Sunday.
"Parcheesi!" Dad said, "We're going to play Parcheesi!"
Mom looked at him and grinned. JR ran off to get the board, and
we found that it wasn't designed for eight people. Dad asked JR
to bring the Monopoly game, and we used hotels and houses for
extra pieces.
It was a hoot; with so many people, it was hard not to get
picked off. Jenny was lucky; one of her pieces missed all the
bullets, made it towards home. Elizabeth got one through; the
rest of us kept bumping each other. Then Jenny got another piece
through, and JR and Elizabeth raced neck and neck, finally after
more than an hour, the game was done. Jenny, Elizabeth, JR,
Mary, Mom, Shannon, Dad and last but not least, me.
We sat at the table afterwards; Mom and Mary talking about the
best mulch for roses, Jenny and Elizabeth talking with JR about
school.
Mom and Mary got up, went in the kitchen, brought back more
drinks for everyone, chips and dip as well. The conversations
continued, people swapping in and out of groups.
Mary looked at Mom and Dad. "Yesterday was the worst day of my
life." She smiled at me, and then looked back at Mom. "Then Tom
came and brightened it for all of us, particularly me. This
morning, he and Dave showed up early with advice; offers of help
and assistance. Now this, here." She shook her head.
"Yesterday I thought about killing myself," she said softly.
"Today I want to live forever."
"Tom is a very special person, Mary," Mom spoke with quiet
pride. "He's brightened my days too. Not just today, but many
others."
Mary looked at Mom; it sure looked and sounded to me like Mom
was telling her we'd been together.
JR spoke up, "We're going up to my room. I want to show
Elizabeth my CD's." Mom nodded, and the three younger girls
vanished upstairs. Dad caught my eye, and looked at Shannon.
Was I supposed to vanish with Shannon?
I stood up, and asked Shannon if she'd like to see the family
room. We went in and sat down on the couch, talking for a few
minutes. After a minute, she reached out and took my hand. "You
know what my mom and I were going to do, when you came over
today?" I shook my head.
"We were going to be naked together in bed. We both want you.
Any way we can get you."
I smiled and decided to pull her leg. "That would have been a
bad idea." She looked at me, surprised. "I'd have stood there,
unable to make up my mind. Probably never could."
She lightly punched me on my arm, shaking her head. "No silly,
it was my turn!" I looked into her eyes and put my arms around
her waist, pulling her lightly to me.
"I really do care about you," I told her.
She nodded, "You said that. You also said you liked Mom more."
I could only nod. "You're right about that."
Shannon spoke quietly, "Yesterday, I cared. Today it doesn't
seem important."
I kissed her, gently at first, and she kissed back. We'd gotten
to the point of trading tongues when Jenny and Elizabeth came
through on their way upstairs.
"I'm going to show Elizabeth my room," Jenny told me, her eyes
bright. I hid a grin; nothing wrong with dreams, you never know
if one will come true.
Shannon's eyes followed them as they went up the steps.
"They're gonna do it," Shannon said, her own eyes bright.
"Possibly. Jenny is still wound pretty tight," I told her, and
it was true. Jenny would never press someone; I was as sure
about that as I was about the sunrise tomorrow.
I was aware then, that the house had gotten awfully quiet; all
sounds of conversation had vanished. Was everyone preparing to
get a little afternoon loving in? I blinked in surprise. Who
was Mary with? Hardly seemed likely to be JR, so Mom or Dad? I
thought back to the afternoon; Mom and Mary had been talking all
afternoon; Dad only a little.
I realized Shannon had come close, was now standing inches away.
"Do you want to show me your room?" Her voice was soft, her
eyes more like her mother's than I remembered, gray and
sparkling. I nodded, reached out and took her hand and led her
up the steps.
Jenny's door was open, and when I passed she was sitting on her
bed, facing Elizabeth, the two talking animatedly, hands waving
for emphasis. I opened my door, and Shannon went ahead, I closed
it behind us; although the temptation was there to leave it open.
I pulled Shannon close to me, kissed her gently, my arms going
around her waist, pulling her towards me as I'd done down in the
family room.
Shannon looked at me, then started to talk, "When I was in
eighth grade, I met Scott, my first boyfriend. He was a freshman
then. A month of eighth grade, all summer, all of my freshman
year. We went from handholding in the spring, to kissing, to
everything, by Christmas. The next summer, his parents moved to
Chicago; since Scott left, he's neither called or written. Not
once."
I sighed, and she went on. "I liked the sex, don't get me
wrong. After Scott moved, I met Josh; he was a junior to my
sophomore. In the summer after my sophomore year, we had a
fight. He wanted me to go down on him four, five times a day. I
didn't.
"Last fall I met Roger, we dated three times in two weeks; I did
it with him on the second date. After that, he thought he owned
me. He tried to tell me what clothes he wanted me to wear, who I
could see and talk to..." Shannon shook her head in anger.
"That lasted just a couple of days before I told him to get
lost." She grinned, knowing I would laugh, and I did.
"Except, Roger is a turd. He started spreading the word around
school that I was an easy fuck; guys started calling up,
sometimes half a dozen a night. Mom said about the only way I
was going to get my reputation back was not to accept any dates.
You were the first in four months; I said yes on impulse after
you stood up to Roger."
"Sue Ellen has heard the stories about you," I told her softly.
"I should have told her they weren't true."
Shannon smiled, shook her head. "They must be true, or I
wouldn't be about to go to bed with a boy I have been on exactly
two dates with. Just like Roger."
"Not at all like Roger," I told her.
She looked at me. "True, Roger didn't do it with Mom first. Or
sleep with another girl at night."
"Shannon, I do want you," I told her, waving her down on the
bed. She sat down and started undoing her blouse. I reached out
and held her fingers for a second, shaking my head. "Right now,
I think we should talk."
She reached out, undid my jeans. "Tom, I realized something
about myself last night. I have urges too, just like you. And
when they get to a certain point, I want it every bit as much as
any boy. And the truth is also, that if you like the person
you're doing it with, that makes it ten thousand times better.
"I want this, you want this. I don't think talking is going to
change things, except make me even more frustrated." She reached
out, took hold of my zipper, pulled it down. "I'll do this for
you, if you want."
I contemplated that not so long ago, I'd been buried up to the
hilt in Sue Ellen's pussy, and I'd not had a chance to shower; I
smiled and shook my head. "How many of your boyfriends did it
for you?" I gestured between her legs.
Shannon giggled. "None, I'm not sure I want to. Reminds me too
much of Joanna and her friends."
"It's just another way of making love; kind of like masturbation
to the max."
"I do that," Shannon murmured. "Sometimes, in the last few
months, I think it's the only thing that kept me from going
nuts."
Now I reached up and started on her blouse, then Shannon reached
behind her back to pop her bra, and I slid that off as well.
Then I undid her jeans, pushing them down, and she stepped out of
her panties. I pulled her to me, me still fully dressed except
for one unzipped zipper, and I kissed her hard, using my tongue
for several minutes. Then I sat down on the bed, positioning
Shannon to sit on my face.
I started kissing her inner thighs, using my tongue occasionally
to trace wet trails along her leg, each stroke getting closer to
her pussy. It was no longer a surprise to me that Shannon's
pussy anatomy was different than any other girl that I'd been
with; a long thin clit that protruded, easily reachable. And
unlike most of the other girls I'd done this with, she didn't rub
her own breasts; so since I didn't need to hold her pussy lips
apart to get at her clit, I rubbed her breasts too.
And, unlike some of my partners, most of them, Shannon was
silent as I worked; no helpful hints, no words of encouragement.
After several minutes of serious sucking on her clit, a lot of
breast rubbing, she gave a little grunt; I decided that was
encouragement enough, and I started my tongue inside her. After
a moment, Shannon shivered, and a sibilant 'Ahhhh!' escaped her
lips.
For the first time, Shannon began to move on her own, moving her
hips side to side, as if unsure how to make it better, but
wanting to. I put my hands on her bottom, pulled her more
tightly to my mouth, burying my tongue deep inside her. After a
couple of seconds, Shannon moaned, then a moment later did it
again. I redoubled my tongue movements, running my hands over
her bottom, until suddenly Shannon turned to stone; her body
rigid.
"Oh, Tom!" Shannon said a second later, her voice quivering.
"Oh, my God!" She shook for a second, then whispered, "God, I
have no right to ask you... but, God! Do it again! Please!"
I giggled, blowing lightly on her pussy as I did. "This isn't
the problem for me that you think it is!" I told her, going back
to what I had been doing. This time I reached up and took her
hands, led them to her own breasts, then spread her pussy lips
with my fingers, so I could reach even deeper still. Every few
seconds her breath would catch; not loud, but enough to tell me
that she was more excited than before. I pulled hard now on her
butt, driving my tongue deep, deep inside of her, my nose
pressing hard against her clit. Shannon shivered, moaned and in
mid cry, the moan cut off, and instead, she sat trembling on top
of me.
"Lay down on top of me," I asked softly, and Shannon slid down,
cuddling into the crook of my arm, instead of lying on top of me
as I'd hoped. Well, still not that far, I thought. I'll get
there eventually.
"I think I figured something out about you," I said with a
smile.
Shannon looked at me, her eyes misty. "Oh yeah! God, Tom!
That was..." She shook her head, "awesome!"
"You're too afraid of making noise," I told her, lightly kissing
her nose. "You hold back, reluctant to really get with it."
"Oh, I was with it!" Shannon said, a small giggle.
I nodded, and then mildly contradicted her. "But not as much as
you could be. Don't be afraid to make noise," I told her. "No
one else in this house is going to notice or care. Sweet
Shannon, relax and enjoy it."
I pulled off my shirt and jeans, then when I was ready to lay
down again, Shannon had her legs spread. I really wanted her on
top of me, so I laid down next to her and then lightly pushed and
pulled her to get her in the position I wanted.
"Me on top?" Shannon murmured, and I nodded. "I've never done
it like that."
"This weekend has been a lesson for all of us," I told her,
"some things good, some bad, some worse. Relax, enjoy, and if
you want to make a little noise, do it!" I starting moving
against her, even though I wasn't inside of her, just rubbing my
erection on the outside of her pussy.
At first, I wasn't sure if it was doing anything for Shannon,
even if it was doing something for me. Then I heard Shannon go,
"Oh." Then a moment later, "Oh, oh, oh!" I pressed against her
harder; she pressed her hips down harder.
`"Oh! Oh! Oh!" The sounds she made were coming more and more
quickly. Then she gave a startled, "Oh? Oooh? Oooooh?" A soft
shriek, and she pressed her hips down heavily on my midsection,
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" It wasn't so much loud, as simply unforced,
unhindered.
After a second, she looked down at me. "My God! I've come
three times and you're not even in me yet!" She lifted up her
midsection, fumbled for a second with my erection, then I slid
inside her.
"Sit up," I said softly, as she started to make love to me, as
if she was me, still lying down. I saw the look of question in
her face, but she did as I asked, and I used one hand to rub her
clit, while the other worked on one of her breasts, then after
second, I switched breasts. She started moving frantically, and
I promptly popped out; it took a second to get back where I'd
been, and she was growing more and more frantic.
I left off my delicious tittilations and clitilations, and put
my hands on her hips, holding her solidly to me as we made wild
love; as different from any girl as I'd experienced before.
Shannon was noisier now, but I really wasn't listening, more
intent on making my own sounds. Then I spent myself into her,
and again she turned rigid as stone, clamping, it seemed, every
muscle in her body into a single unit. I'd thought myself spent
before; found there was still some left.
Shannon collapsed atop me, and I wrapped my arms around her,
more sure than ever that of all the women in my life, Shannon and
Mary were the most special.
I heard a sound, and I looked past Shannon, and saw Jenny and
Elizabeth standing in the open door to my room; Jenny had a hand
on Elizabeth's shoulder, it looked more like someone restraining
someone else, rather than a friendly gesture. Jenny tugged
again, and they vanished.
In the mean time, Shannon looked at me, her face glowing.
"Tom..." She shook her head, wiggled her hips. "You're still
hard!"
I giggled. "I might be hard, but I'm not hardly ready yet to do
that again!"
Shannon kissed me hard, her tongue going nearly down my throat.
"I love you, Tom Ferguson." I ran my hand down over her back,
winding up familiarly on her bottom.
"And I love you, Shannon," she smiled, kissed me again.
"I don't care how many I have to share you with," she went on.
"This was..." She shook her head, "God, Tom I never knew what it
was like to be made love to like this."
For a long time, we lay there like that, my hand resting lightly
on her bottom; she laying on top of me. My fingers started to
wander, eventually, lightly down the crease of her buttocks;
Shannon moved atop of me.
"Tom, dear," Mom's voice was understated from the hallway. "You
left your door open." I grimaced; no, actually, I hadn't.
"Sorry," I murmured.
"If I'm not interrupting too much, could I come in?"
"Sure." Mom, my erection is buried deep inside Shannon, what
could you possibly be interrupting?
She came in, and I was surprised to see she was nude. Shannon
looked at her and blinked in surprise as well; more so when it
was Shannon that Mom spoke to.
"A second ago, I asked Elizabeth if she'd mind if, for a while,
the rest of us went around undressed. She didn't have to, you
don't have to. In fact, we've never done anything like this
before." A smile flitted across Mom's face. "We're not all sex
fiends, running around nude so we can drop everything and make
love again, it's..." She shook her head. "Some people think
being undressed is the same as being helpless, defenseless. I
think it simply means you're free to be your inner self. Or so I
tell myself.
"If it's going to bother you, we won't. And you don't have to
participate, although you should get better at closing doors, if
you don't like others to see you undressed."
Shannon looked at the door, at Mom. "Tom closed it when we came
in. I saw him."
"I imagine," I said quietly, "Elizabeth was a little
embarrassed, even before she saw you," I told my mom.
Shannon rounded on me. "My sister was peeking at us?"
Elizabeth appeared at Mom's side, with Jenny just behind her.
Both were undressed. "I'm sorry, Shannon. I thought he was
hurting you; Jennifer said you weren't in that kind of pain, but
I wanted to be sure, anyway." Her expression was one I couldn't
place. "I was wrong, Shannon, I'm sorry."
Shannon giggled then. "Do you know how often it is Elizabeth is
wrong about anything? And when she is, usually she gets all
huffy and says it was someone else's fault." Shannon smiled at
her sister. "So, yeah, I don't have a problem running around
starkers, if it can get Elizabeth to do that."
Elizabeth, blushing before, went into blush overdrive. Jenny
touched her arm, whispered something into her ear. Elizabeth
smiled slightly, nodded.
Shannon surprised me by getting up, leaving my erection waving
at flagpole position. "I don't suppose I could impose upon you
for a shower?" she asked Mom.
Mom smiled and shook her head. "No imposition, Shannon.
Please, you're part of the family now. Come, I'll show you where
things are."
They went down the hall, and I saw Elizabeth staring at my
erection in fascination. Jenny noticed and giggled, "Go ahead,
if you want, sure looks like Tom's ready!"
Mom's voice drifted back from down the hall. "Fifteen minutes
and I'm going to start supper! All hands will be on deck!"
Elizabeth was still blushing, but was still looking. Jenny
looked at me, then grinned. "Close the door, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth looked at Jenny, but did as she was asked.
Jenny came up close to me, and then looked at Elizabeth. "Tom
is way different than other boys, Elizabeth." She turned and
kissed me, kissed me as hard as I've been kissed, and I put my
arms around her and kissed her back.
"He can do that, Elizabeth," Jenny said, waving at my
midsection, "and even though he really, really, really wants to
make love to me, he won't."
I wasn't sure if I was comfortable with being held up as a
paragon of virtue, but I tried not to let it show.
Jenny smiled at Elizabeth, stepping back from me. "And he's
really nice to talk to, too."
I smiled at Jenny, shaking my head, laughing. "Elizabeth," I
said, looking at her. Small breasted like her mom and sister,
the faintest wisp of red hair between her legs, a visible clit,
like her sister. "Jenny is important to me, so are your mom and
Shannon. So are others. This," I gestured at my now not-so-hard
member, "only goes where it's wanted. You don't want it." She
nodded, but was still staring, fascinated. "So, please, trust
me. Trust everyone else here; no one wants you to go someplace
you don't want to."
"Even if Mom has been with you? Shannon has been with you?
Others?" Elizabeth asked.
"They chose, I chose. What you choose is your choice. I think
Jenny is maybe pushing a little hard for you to choose." I met
Jenny's eyes and she looked down. "Elizabeth, it has to be from
the heart, from your mind, as well as your hormones. When you
are ready, completely certainly ready, go ahead; but don't let
anyone rush you, Elizabeth." She nodded, and I reached out and
hugged Jenny. "Ok?"
Jenny nodded, looking sad. "I'm sorry," Jenny said in a small
voice.
"Now, let's go do Mom's crazy idea," I said with a laugh. "Do
you know how much fun it's going to be in a kitchen filled with
hot pots and pans and more than a half dozen people bare
people?"
They both giggled. "You guys go down and get started, I'll get
a quick shower after Shannon's done." They turned and went
downstairs; I went to wait outside the bathroom.
It was an interesting meal; it really was a traffic jam in the
kitchen. I got mashed potato duty; scrubbing, then peeling, then
slicing and dicing, boiling, mashing; all of that.
Mom and Mary collaborated on two main dishes, JR was working on
a salad with Jenny's help; Shannon and Elizabeth were bubbling
some cut corn. We ate nude too, talking and having a good time;
with so many people, with Dad washing dishes, cleanup was a
breeze as well.
"I could get to like this," Mom said, her eyes on Mary.
Mary blushed, looked at me. "I've had as much sex in the last
day as I've had in the last year; you folks, all of you..." Her
voice faded away. "I think I'm going to be able to put Bill into
the dustbin of history with a lot less effort than I thought."
"And now," Dad said with a grin, "I'm going to turn into an
ogre." He gestured at JR, Jenny and I. "There have been all
kinds of distractions this weekend. If one of you has opened a
school book, I'd be very much surprised."
Well, there was that.
"So, all good things come to an end, kiddos," he said, smiling
at us. "I want us all to get dressed, and you munchkins to get
some study time in. Mary and her family need to get home, have
some personal time. I imagine they've been a little distracted
themselves."
There were titters, and Mary nodded. "I know for a fact that
Shannon hasn't touched her violin all weekend; I don't think I've
seen Elizabeth with her nose in a book more than two or three
times." Elizabeth blushed, but Mary went on.
"Words don't begin to express the gratitude I feel towards you,
all of you. In less than two days my world went from normal to
destroyed, then back to hope again, hope for a bright and
possible future for my daughters, for myself." She smiled
slightly, "Even if it means I have to work. Maybe particularly
if I have to work; I think I was taking life for granted and that
was a prescription for long-term disaster. Sure, Bill walked
out. But what would be different now if he'd been hit by a truck
on the way to work?"
Mom and Dad both nodded. "So, I'm grateful, very grateful for
the help, the advice." Mary waved at the dining room. "Dinner,
everything." She smiled at Dad, the sparkly smile that I loved
so much. "And tomorrow, I will be there, job application in
hand."
They left; there were hugs and kisses, hugs from Elizabeth to
Jenny, hugs from Shannon to me, hugs from Mary to Mom, Dad and
me. And, at the end, Mary kissed me, and I kissed her and I
seriously wished I could spend the night with her.
Then it was schoolwork, more schoolwork. Finally, it was time
for bed, and the good night kiss; once again it was an all hands
event. Mom hugged and kissed me solidly, held me tightly.
"You've done so much," she murmured, "I'm tempted, sorely tempted
to ask you to spend the night with me." My eyes widened, and she
giggled. "Except we'd not sleep, and tomorrow is work and
school. One of these days, I promise." Then she was kissing JR,
and Dad nodded at me. Then Mom and Jenny, Dad kissing JR, and
Dad's hug to Jenny.
Then me and JR, and me and Jenny, then JR and Jenny; bed time.
Jenny snuggled up to me, and for a while we kissed, before she
fell asleep; then I followed her into dreamland.
Much later, I awoke to Jenny lying next to me, crying softly, I
reached out and stroked her cheek. "What's wrong, Jenny?"
"Wrong?" she said with a sigh, "Nothing's wrong. It's like Mary
said, my life has gone from as bad as it ever was to as good as I
could ever have hoped. And it was because of you, you and your
family."
"Jenny, I'd do it for anyone in trouble."
"I know, you did it for Mary, Elizabeth and Shannon. God, Tom,
you've been so wonderful."
"And this makes you cry?" I asked gently.
"No, what makes me cry is that today I kissed you, felt you up.
And it was mean, wasn't it? I wasn't trying to hurt you, but I
did, didn't I?"
"Well, I wasn't wildly happy about it," I told her truthfully,
"but it didn't hurt a bit."
"You've given me so much, you've given others so much..."
"And I got something back from all of you," I interrupted. "A
lot back."
"But from me, you get teased. That's what I was doing today; I
didn't mean it that way, but that's what it was. I kissed you,
touched you, trying to get you all hot and bothered, and then I
smiled and said you were too nice to touch me."
"Jenny," I started to say, and then I stopped before going on
again. "Jenny, I mean this. I seriously mean it. Your life has
been an unmitigated hell; I can't even imagine what it must have
been like, I don't think anyone decent could. So, I might get
all hot and bothered, I might not be the coolest guy in the world
when I kiss you and hug you, watch you walk around nude. But I
can live with that a lot easier than you lived with what you had
to go through. It's not a big deal, Jenny."
"But it's wrong," she said, reaching out and touching my face.
"You are the one, Tom; not Kim or Penny or Joanna or your mom.
You were the one who stood up to Sam, who knew about him. You
put your arms around me and promised to keep me safe; oh, the
others did too, but it was you who knew."
I kissed her lightly on the forehead. "The other day, I told
you that it was like being sick or having a broken arm. It's
going to take a while to heal; may well never be perfect, because
what happened to you was really, really bad. But you are getting
better, and things are better, and you're safe." I smiled and
kissed her forehead again.
"Knowing that, plus the occasional kiss and hug," I grinned,
"will suffice."
I paused, "You know, sometimes my mom pisses me off, my dad...
even JR has done it a bunch of times. It happens; I know I've
hurt them or made them mad at me, too. I'm sorry, and I know
they have been sorry... when it was something we could help.
Sometimes though, it just happens."
"I went out of my way today, to make it happen," Jenny said.
"And I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted," I told her.
She kissed me, this time on my mouth, and almost at once Jenny's
tongue came after mine; then I felt her hand cupping my balls.
Considering the content of the last few minutes of conversation,
I was surprised. More surprising still, was when she wrapped her
hand around my suddenly burgeoning length, and started to pump.
I reached down and put my hand on hers. "This isn't something I
want in way of apology," I told her gently.
"Don't you want to do it with me?" Jenny asked.
"Sure, Jenny. But it has to be both of us wanting it, not just
me. Doing it because you think you have to... " I shook my
head, "That's too much like your brother." Her hand stopped
moving, and she looked at me.
"I never thought of that." She closed her eyes for a bit, then
opened them; her hand moved away from me. Suddenly she hugged
me, before kissing me on the cheek. "Thanks, Tom! You're the
best!" With that, she rolled away from me, turning over. She
reached up and asked me to take her hand, and when I did, she
pulled it around her, safely removed from her breasts and pussy.
We both slept.
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