Chapter 315: Slim Hebert, 36, Visitor...

Richie Landry had Ray-Ray post the fuck-video of Sara Dumas and himself on the Miss-Kitty website. The new category was titled, simply, “Sara Catherine Dumas.”

Sara was bursting with pride.

In theory, it was password-protected, but Ray-Ray made sure that the key kids had access.

Before it was posted, Richie had Sara show it to Charlie. She didn’t have the slightest compunction — her son had already seen her having sex at Miss Kitty’s.

So it was Richie instead of another girl? So what? Charlie knew that Sara was Richie’s girlfriend — everyone knew that.

Then, on a Friday night, “Mrs. Dumas, please bring Charlie to spend the night. He’ll be our cameraman.”

It took her a few moments to digest the escalation. “Oh. Okay. Um, are you sure?”

Riche didn’t answer.

“Oh, sorry. Of course I’ll bring him. Of course, of course. He’ll be thrilled.”

It would be the first time Sara had seen her son naked in years. Not counting the sperm-donation video that Darlene and Amy Lejeune had done. God, that seemed like ages ago.

Before Darlene had given her to Richie that first time.

At Richie’s house, first thing, even before dinner, Richie smiled at Charlie, “You’re about to pop — cum in your mother’s mouth.”

Gasp. “Can I?” He was asking Richie, not Sara.

“Of course you can. She wants it — right, Mrs. Dumas?”

Sara knew what to say — she squared her shoulders and stood taller, “Yes I do. I really, really do.”

She didn’t need Richie to tell her to — she fingered herself as she gave Charlie his first-ever blowjob. Seconds later, as he groaned and started spurting, she thought, I better get used to this. I will get used to it.

On the Friday morning after the Bayou Bar episode, Cherry was startled when Slim Hebert rang her doorbell. Cherry and Chris were just finishing their breakfast.

“Oh! Um, come in Slim. Chris, this is Slim Hebert — she’s a new friend of mine.”

Chris, having been raised more or less properly, stood and said, “Nice to meet you, Miss Hebert.”

“Likewise.”

Cherry tried to make light conversation until it was time for the school bus. Alone, she turned to Slim with a question on her face.

“I knew you’d like to see the video.”

“Oh. Well, yeah, of course.”

They sat together on the sofa.

Charity Devereaux was surprised — very pleasantly so — at the clip. Slim and CC had done her for over an hour. Ray-Ray had had four cameras going — so, more than four hours of raw footage.

He had edited it down to just under two minutes. Again, he showcased three of them in the most flattering manner. And Cherry — even though she had lost it — looked terrific. She felt she was even holding her own compared with Slim. And that was saying something.

The video clip was mesmerizing — even if she hadn’t been the center of attention, Cherry would have been impressed. Slim and CC, so tan, so sexy, so in control, were so graceful. So ... almost otherworldly.

Cherry, “It’s ... it’s amazing.”

“You are amazing.”

Slim stood up and began unbuttoning her summer dress. Cherry blushed — mostly with pleasure. It had never occurred to her to say no. In fact, her arousal increased the instant Slim undid that first button.

In bed, while Slim was still the aggressor — very much in charge — she was slow, almost languid. She kissed Cherry — long and lovingly. As they kissed, Slim eased a finger onto Cherry’s clit. She gave her a small, sweet climax. Slim said, “There,” as if getting something out of the way.

From then on, it was slow and easy, almost lazy in a way. Slim had Cherry rest several times — they just lay quietly in each other’s arms. Their lovemaking was nowhere close to reaching the Bayou-Bar levels of intensity, but Cherry found that, in a way, she enjoyed it more.

And as magnificent as CC had been — both times — she realized that she loved being with Slim, just the two of them even more.

Around noon — where had the time gone — they were in Cherry’s shower, soaping each other. Nothing very sexy, they’d taken care of that earlier.

At the door, Cherry still nude, Slim kissed her one more time. Cherry sighed — God, she could get used to this!

Later that Friday night, Karisha called Cherry, “Darlene wants to talk with you. Can you meet her in the morning at Miss Kitty’s?”

“Sure. What’s she want? What time?”

“Meet her at 9:30 — she’ll explain.”

“Very mysterious.”