Chapter 19

In chemistry, two different compounds may be combined to produce a third compound. This reaction is not created by the observer. It just happens. Add in another compound and you get yet another. Though they didn’t think about it this way, each of the women, when added to Russell, resulted in a “compound” that had not existed beforehand. The chemistry that had taken place when all three of these young people were brought together had created a “substance” that was very real, even if nobody had ever seen or examined it before.

The bond that had somehow been forged between Teri and Monique was deep enough that both of them recognized it. Both wondered how it had happened. They had not spent more than a few hours out of two days together. They had not talked deep into the night, getting to know each other like teenagers sometimes do at sleepovers. They had very little in common.

But the bond was there and both felt it. Nature’s chemistry had taken place. A new “compound” had been created. It was the one thing they did have obviously in common was Russell. It could be indelicate to say so, but the thing they had most in common was Russell’s penis. That’s not really fair to point out, though, because it could be taken to suggest that the only interest either of them had in him was his penis and that wasn’t the case at all. Both had spent hours and hours coming to know him. They loved him for the intelligent, humorous, generous man he was.

It was just that they loved him most when he had his penis in them. But that’s not unusual for young lovers. Newlyweds, for example, may spend an inordinate amount of time in bed, having sex, for the first year or two after they tie the knot. Time, age, and the troubles of the world can lessen their ardor but that usually takes a decade or more. So both Teri and Monique were still in the “newlywed” stage of their relationship with Russell.

By afternoon of the next day the women had had enough time to think about “things” that both were looking forward to the coming night. Russell gave no indication, during the day, of what he was thinking, except he smiled at both of them and touched each of them in some routinely intimate way. He touched Teri on her shoulder and he put his hand in the middle of Monique’s back when he escorted her into a store at the mall.

He didn’t talk about it, but Russell had decided that he would take things as far as Monique could be comfortable with. If that meant letting his sister watch them make love, then fine. If she decided she didn’t want to do that, then that was fine, too. He was ambivalent about the concept of continuing to mount his sister and dump loads of sperm in her if things were going to get really serous with Monique. He had been raised in the patriarchal world in which men had decided the only decent or normal relationship was between one man and one woman, bound in matrimony. Obviously that world was being assaulted by people who wanted to live together outside of marriage, and even more so by gay couples and trans people and all the other abnormal (simply meaning other than what the majority does) lifestyles. But his parents were in a strong marriage that had produced a good home for two children and he just assumed he would be married to one woman at some point in the future.

What complicated that was the fact that he had fallen in love with his sister. So he was abnormal. And that didn’t even take into consideration the fact that he had five other lovers, some of whom had borne his children. His sister said that she wanted to have his baby some day. That was also abnormal. He was quite willing to breed her, which was yet another abnormal aspect of the world in which he currently lived. The card club wasn’t a problem, in terms of how he thought about all this. In many ways the card club was in the past (though Russell had bedded all five women before Monique showed up and surprised him). But those had been more like greeting kisses between good friends. Sexual intimacy between the members of the club and the two young men they had used to be bred seemed as ordinary as breathing. When he coupled with Julie, for example, she was highly agitated because Gene said she could do that but she wasn’t sure he really meant it. Russell had talked to Gene before he and Julie went into her bedroom and his take on it was that Gene and Dan had discovered something that gave them confidence in their relationship with the women they loved. Russell (and Bobby) were seen as therapists, of a sort, who helped the women as they moved through life.

Russell, feeling Julie’s angst, kissed her for fifteen minutes before he slid into her. He didn’t “mount” her. He simply sheathed his sexual sword in her sexual scabbard. Then he kissed her some more until she relaxed. Only then did he try to produce an orgasm in her. The button he pushed to help her get there was to whisper that he couldn’t be with her but Gene could, and Gene would take care of her. Gene would make love to her. Gene would be her man. If she let him, Gene would be the next to put life into her womb. It wasn’t a traditional mating in any sense of the word except that a man’s semen was transferred to a woman’s vagina.

It was because of that aspect of Russell’s personality that all five women would not complain if Russell’s marriage to some lucky woman meant they couldn’t have him any longer. They would be sad at the loss of that intimacy but would wish him and his belle well.

It was different with Teri. If she was cut off (unless she also got married or entered into one of those other kinds of committed relationships) then every time she saw Russell she would remember what she had lost. She might pine for him for years and since he was family she’d see him relatively often. A girl in that situation would not become besties with her sister-in-law, or paint each other’s toenails etc. and so forth.

All he could do was hope that things worked out and that everybody could be as happy as possible. He was unaware that a bond had already taken place, and that it was anticipated that bond would only get stronger.

So as supper approached, even though the elephant in the room had not been discussed yet, it wasn’t stomping around upsetting people.

Then Bobby showed up for supper, having been called and invited by Genevieve.

“What are you doing here?” asked Teri, who happened to see him first. He had, as usual, let himself in without knocking or ringing the bell.

“What? I can’t come see my special girl?”

“I’m not your special girl,” she snorted. “You’re practically two years older than me. That makes you a geezer” (she leaned in to whisper in his ear) “and a pervert who likes young girls.”

“I am wounded,” he said, holding both hands over his heart. “Here I thought we had something special and I didn’t even find a girlfriend at college, only to find myself spurned by my lady love.”

“And your lady love will keep spurning you until she’s eighteen and out of this house,” said Genevieve gruffly. She had heard Teri talking to someone and since she had sent Russell and Monique to the store to get a can of cream of mushroom soup, she had gone to see who it was. She was a little bit unsettled. She knew Teri liked this white boy, who everybody in the family liked, but she hadn’t known it was like that. That it was wasn’t what shook her. What shook Genevieve Jackson was that it didn’t bother her that her daughter liked a white boy that much.

“Does that mean when I go to college I can live with Bobby?” asked Teri, in a little girl voice.

“If you want your father to have a coronary, then I suppose you can,” muttered the woman.

Teri threw her arms around her mother’s neck and kissed her on the cheek.

“I love you, Mommy, and I know you need Daddy so I won’t give him a coronary.”

“I would have thought it would be you who had a heart attack if I expressed romantic interest in your daughter,” said Bobby.

“I might have before I got to know you. I suppose you have changed my overall opinion about white folks. I can tolerate you and my husband actually likes you.”

“Only tolerate?” moaned Bobby, as he went and enveloped both mother and daughter in a hug. “Now I am doubly spurned!”

“Oh go on,” said Genevieve, but she didn’t push him away. “Russell and Monique will be home soon and supper won’t be ready for another hour. Both of you go do something and stay out of my hair.”

Genevieve, of course, had no clue that the “something” they would both be happy to “go do” would involve naked bodies and a lot of heavy breathing. Had she known that, at this stage of her daughter’s life, she might actually have had heart failure.

They did not have time, though, to hop in bed and fuck like bunnies. They did kiss hotly and Teri did rub her pussy against his bulge, but it was in the routine way they had come to employ when they knew that, soon, they would be able to fuck like bunnies.

Until Teri remembered what was on the agenda for the evening.

“You can stay long enough to watch a movie after supper but then you have to leave,” she said.

“Okay, and why is that? Am I actually being spurned?”

“No,” she said. “You know I love you, but something special is supposed to happen tonight and it won’t happen if you’re here.”

“Aha!” he said, squeezing her butt. “There is mischief afoot!”

Teri was too excited and she pulled his head down so she could whisper in his ear.

“I get to watch Russell and Monique having sex!”

“Now that’s very interesting,” said Bobby. “Do they know this?” He grinned.

“Of course they know it. We were going to do it last night but Russell wanted some cool-off time so it got bumped to tonight.”

“And how did this conversation get started?”

Again she whispered in his ear.

“Monique watched Russell and me make love.”

“And Russell knew about it?”

“Of course he did. She was standing right there beside us, naked.”

“I only met the girl once, but I did not get the impression she was a wild child,” he said.

“She’s not. It’s complicated. But it’s okay because I think she and I are going to be best friends.”

“I would hope so,” he said. “Only best friends should watch each other having sex.”

“Like you and Russell do?”

“Sweetheart, the only reason I watch Russell have sex with anybody is because I know that as soon as he’s finished I get to take his place. I do not get off watching his big old boner make women as unbelievably happy as he does.”

“You make women unbelievably happy, too,” she said. “I’m so horny. I wish you could make me unbelievably happy right now.”

“I wish I could, too,” he said. “I have a huge baby-making load saved up for you.”

“I checked my IUD last night,” she said. “Nobody’s making any babies in me right now.”

“Alas,” he sighed. “You have spurned me and then foiled my nefarious plan to get you with my child so I can lay claim to you.”

“You can do all that later, after college,” she said.

He kissed her again, this time softly and when he pulled back he looked into her eyes.

“Be careful what you promise. I might ask you to pony up some day.”

Teri blinked.

“You mean you’d actually ask me to have your baby? As in for real?”

He didn’t break his gaze.

“Yes, I would, sweet Teri. I surely would.”

Teri felt her knees get weak and she hugged him more tightly.

“I want to go to college at State,” she said.

“I hope you do,” he said.

“Really?”

“Yes. It would be nice to have a girlfriend.”

Teri’s mind was whirling when Russell and Monique got back. Bobby had said sweet things to her in the past. He’d told her he loved her. He’d pushed her buttons during sex to enhance her orgasms. He had cared about her and what she thought. And he had made love to her. She knew that kids her age usually just fucked, so she felt incredibly privileged to have two lovers who made love to her instead of using her for their sperm bank.

But tonight his tone of voice and the way he had said things had been different somehow. When he had stared into her eyes she had felt like he could see every bit of her soul. And he had hugged her mother in a whole different way than in the past, which would have seemed bold if her mom hadn’t actually let him hug her like that and then react the way she did. Had he asked her to remove her IUD so they could have very dangerous sex she might have done it. Or at least that’s how she felt now.

Then her brother and his girlfriend came back and things got boisterous.

None of them expected Bobby to insert himself into the evening’s planned event.

But he did.

It happened after supper, when the teens were all arguing about what movie to watch and Beaufort and Genevieve were talking about what they were going to do on their date night. The fact that it was their date night had come up in casual conversation during the meal, so the teens knew that there would be freedom from parental interference during the festivities.

A movie had been chosen when Bobby said, “I have a question.”

“And who do you want to answer this question?” asked Russell.

“That would be you and Monique.”

“Us?” said Monique. “What question could we answer together?”

“I was wondering if it would be okay if I stay for the ... um ... party tonight. Teri told me what’s on the agenda.”

“She did?” gasped Russell. “You little shit! You weren’t supposed to go blabbing around!” He looked at Monique, worried she might say, “That’s it. I’m out of here. You all can have all the orgies and weird sex you want to, but it won’t be with me!”

“I told him he couldn’t stay!” objected Teri. “I just told him why he couldn’t stay. And you’ve never had any secrets from him before.”

“I won’t be a bother,” said Bobby. “Actually, since I understand Teri won’t be really busy I thought I could spend some time with her while you two ... you know.”

“He wants an orgy,” moaned Monique. “I knew it. I knew that sooner or later somebody would want to pull me into an orgy. I told you I don’t want that!” Her voice got loud enough at the end that everybody else looked toward the kitchen. The parents weren’t gone, yet.

“Keep it down!” shushed Russell.

“I do not want an orgy,” said Bobby, softly and urgently. “I just want to make love to Teri while you and Russell do the same thing. The only reason I’d say to do it in the same room is because of what you all planned for the night. Teri can still do what she wants to do. She’ll just be doing it while I’m trying to distract her.”

Nobody said anything. They all stayed quiet for long enough that it got even more uncomfortable than it had been. Finally Terri said something.

“He’s sorry he asked. He’ll leave when it’s time.”

“He can stay,” said Monique. “I’m not in the mood anymore.”

“Thanks a lot, Bobby!” groused Russell.

“Hey, don’t yell at me. All I wanted to do was fuck your sister!”

“Make love!” said Monique and Teri at the same time. They looked at each other and then giggled.

“All I wanted to do was make love to Teri and try to get her pregnant,” sighed Bobby.

Russell got up and held up a finger. He left and then came back shortly thereafter.

“They haven’t left yet. They probably won’t come down here, but Mom surprised us last night. So if one of them shows up, let’s not have them hearing about who we want to fuck and get pregnant.”

“He’s got a point,” said Monique. “I can’t believe you haven’t been caught already.”

“Do you promise you won’t try to seduce my girlfriend?” asked Russell, thinking that when Bobby did promise that Monique would thaw a little.

“Do you promise your girlfriend won’t try to seduce me?” Bobby shot back.

“Yeah, in fact!” growled Russell. “I can promise you that! My girlfriend wouldn’t touch you with a single finger because I wouldn’t let her!”

“Please don’t make it sound like you own me,” said Monique.

Russell looked at Monique and frowned.

“Of course I don’t own you. All I meant was that Bobby is insane to think you could be interested in him.”

“Now you’re telling me who I can and can’t be interested in?” Monique’s voice took on a tone that made the hairs stand up on the back of the necks of both men.

“No, Baby,” groaned Russell. “Bobby was just trying to horn in on the action and I was trying to make him quit. That’s all.”

“I see,” said Monique. “Tonight I’m ‘the action’ and you want to make sure nobody but Teri sees you... actioning me. Is that right?”

“Please don’t be mad,” moaned Russell. “I don’t want to argue.”

“No, you want to action me!” snapped Monique.

“Everybody hang on,” said Bobby. “Aside from the fact I’ve never heard the sex act called ‘actioning’, which I kind of like, by the way, I did not want anybody to get weirded out. I just wanted to hang with you guys and since Russell and you, Monique, were allegedly going to be busy actioning I thought I could play with Teri and give her a few orgasms while I hang. That’s really all I wanted to do. Monique, I apologize. In the past things have been so comfortable between the three of us, and between the three of you last night, that I thought it might be okay. That’s why I asked the question; just to find out if it was okay. Now I know it’s not so I’ll go play video games or something and you three can be alone.”

“Let me ask you a question,” said Monique.

“Shoot,” said Bobby.

“Did you plan on looking at me?”

“You mean while you actioned?

“Stop using that stupid word, Bobby,” moaned Teri.

“You mean while you made love?” Bobby said, without a pause.

“Yes.”

“Of course I would. I already told you that you’re beautiful. I’d love to see you naked. And I know Russell loves you and that makes you special to me, even though we don’t know each other, yet. But if you do stay together then eventually we will know each other and I’d be there when you two got frisky.” He stopped. “To answer your question, watching you two would end up making Teri very happy.”

“I was going to be happy watching them anyway,” said Teri.

“That’s not what I meant,” said Bobby. “What I meant was that I expected to be very excited by watching them with you and you would benefit from that excitement.”

“Oh,” said Teri.

“It doesn’t matter,” said Russell. “You made Monique uncomfortable and now she doesn’t want to do anything intimate.”

“I didn’t say I don’t want to,” said Monique. “I said I wasn’t in the mood anymore.”

“It’s the same thing,” said Russell.

“I’m not hungry right now, Russell, but at some point in the future I expect to be hungry.”

“Why are we talking about food?” asked Russell, who sounded confused.

“She’s not talking about food, you idiot,” said Teri. “It’s a metaphor. Geeze. You’re in college and you can’t recognize a metaphor?”

“Well, pardon me for being a backwoods hick!” Russell almost shouted.

“She meant she can get in the mood again,” said Teri. She looked at Monique, who nodded.

“Oh.” Russell still looked upset.

“I’ll just go,” said Bobby. He looked at Teri. “I’m sorry. I’ll spend some time with you later.” He looked at Monique. “I really didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry for making some assumptions.”

“At least kiss me before you go,” moaned Teri.

It was while she watched Teri kiss this astonishing white boy, who thought he could just casually ask to watch her make love with her boyfriend, that the idea came to Monique. She already thought of herself as being “off kilter” in terms of being accepting of some things that, six months ago she would have derided as being perversions. She wasn’t sure how that had happened, but she was sure that it had. She loved Russell and she liked Teri to the point that she had contemplated being intimate with a woman for the first time in her life. Her “normal” life was gone forever. Even if she broke up with Russell the changes in her would remain. She had changed ... or been changed ... and she could not go back to the way things were before she met Russell.

As she watched Bobby and Teri share an obviously passionate and fervent kiss, she saw Teri’s fingertips run up and down Bobby’s arms and then wrap around him in a death grip as she thrust the front of her jeans against the front of his jeans and rubbed. It wasn’t much of a jump in her new psyche to wonder what they would look like while doing this naked. It would be ebony and ivory, something she would have assumed she’d never see in person.

“I have an idea,” she said.

“What?” asked Russell, who was watching the interracial couple in the same way he might look at a favorite poster. He’d seen it so often there was nothing new about it, but he still liked it.

“I watched you and Teri make love. I’m glad I did. Maybe I’d be glad if I watched her making love with Bobby.”

The kiss had not broken as she talked, until she said the last ten or so words. Now they separated and their heads turned toward Monique.

“I’ll do it!” squealed Teri.

“We already knew that,” said Russell, dryly. “We need to make sure the parental units have left and did not come back because they forget anything before we start anything.”

Teri darted out the door. She was gone only a minute and when she came back. She had a bag of chips with her and said, “They’re gone. I hugged them both goodbye and asked them if they’d forgotten anything.”

“Gee, way to make it look like you’re trying to get rid of them,” said Russell.

“I didn’t do that!” she yipped. “I got the chips and said, ‘Are you still here?’ And they said they were leaving and I said not to forget anything because they were already late. I got hugs for being so thoughtful! So there!”

She tossed the chips on the dresser. “Now. Where were we? You were going to watch Bobby and me make love, right?”

“We’ll keep our clothes on and watch them make love,” said Monique. “Then, if I don’t feel ... inhibited ... anymore, maybe I could get back in the mood.”