Chapter 4

“Who wants a night-cap?” I asked.

“What are you serving?” Onyx responded.

“I have beer and a new bottle of Mr. Jack’s finest Tennessee sippin’ whiskey.”

“Jae does dumb shit when she drinks liquor,” Onyx said.

“I do not! Well, yeah, I tend to lose my clothes, but there are no secrets there anymore. After almost drowning, I could use a drink.”

“Only one for me,” I said. “Remember, you were the ones feeding me Harvey Wallbangers all night.”

We went to the kitchen, and we all took a couple fingers of whiskey neat. In the living room, I sat on my recliner, and they lounged on the couch. We talked, wondering if everyone was safe, still shocked at how fast our evening hangout had been submerged.

After a while, Onyx pointed to a photo on my mantel. “She’s hot. Who is she?”

“That’s Maria, my wife.”

“Where’s she tonight?”

“In the den, in an urn on the windowsill so she can see the garden. Pancreatic cancer, very aggressive. I lost her about three years ago. That’s the last healthy-looking picture of her. She chose it herself to use at her memorial service.”

“Oh my God, that’s so sad! I didn’t know. Oh my God I’m so, so sorry,” Onyx babbled.

“It’s okay. We don’t all get equal amounts of time here on earth. She got a lot out of the years she had and gave ten times more in return. I don’t grieve much anymore. I’m just proud to say I knew her.”

“You really loved her,” Jae murmured.

“We were in love from the minute we met. When she got sick she fought like a pissed-off Marine until the very last day. She had been in bed for weeks. She asked me to bend down, and she kissed me and told me she loved me and to be happy. Then she closed her eyes and stopped breathing. She was still smiling.”

Jae came over and sat on the arm of my chair. “It’s okay to cry, you know,” she said.

“I know. I did a lot of it, more before she died than after. I’m grateful for the time I had. No one else got that. Just me.”

“Death is scary,” Jae said. “That’s why I was such a child outside. I feel bad about that.”

“Death isn’t kind. It’s okay to fear it.” She must have taken that as an invitation to sit on my lap. I held her as she snuggled against me. Soon she was asleep.

“She looks good like that,” Onyx whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“In the arms of a man. I’m the first girl Jae has been with, and she’s not sure whether she’s bi or just satisfying her curiosity.”

“Which are you?”

“I can enjoy a man, but there’s something about boobs and a soft, warm pussy...”

“I’m with you on the last part,” I chuckled.

Jae stirred after a while, and we went upstairs. The girls headed for the guest room, and I flopped on my bedspread. I don’t remember closing the door.

Brilliant early morning sun was coming through my window when giggling down the hall woke me. The girls were making some very interesting sounds.

Back in my day, I did some crazy shit. When I met Maria, I settled down, and concentrated all my lust on her, learning to please her as much as she pleased me. We enjoyed our time in the bedroom, and we did things our parents would never have done. Still, I had never had two beautiful strangers going at it in the guest room.

I needed to do something. It seemed weird to lie there and play with myself, so I went down the hall to see what was happening.

Onyx grinned when she saw me. “Jae, baby, look behind you.”

“Hmm?” Jae asked, turning her wet face to me. “Oh! Hello!”

“Hello.”

Onyx said, “Join us, old man. Jae was talking about how she likes sucking cock.”

Old Johnson obviously understood the implications. Both girls watched as he grew inside my gym shorts.

“You don’t mind?” Jae asked her lover.

“Not at all. I know you how much you like dick, even though I’ve never seen you with a man. Go crazy. Have fun,” Onyx said.

Shedding my clothes, I decided I must have drowned in the Dugout and been spared the memory. Not exactly how I had pictured Heaven, but I could adapt.

“Hmmm,” Onyx said. “That pecker ain’t no splinter. Jae, baby, I’d better get you in the mood.”

Jae was on her back in seconds, propped on some pillows, and Onyx knelt between her legs, pushing and bending them for maximum exposure. “You eat pussy, Harry?”

“I love eating pussy,” I said.

“Bet you don’t eat it like a girl does.”

“No one has complained,” I said.

“Ever try dark meat?” Onyx asked.

“I’d like to.”

Onyx was already sopping wet, just the way I like a woman. I studied her as she began her attack on Jae’s smooth sex. Onyx had a tiny bubble butt, perfect on her petite body. Her skin was warm and alive in my hands. I reached between her legs and traced a finger over her wet contours, from the end of her landing strip to beyond her tight black star. This was going to be fun.

Palming a cheek in each hand, I bent over her and kissed her at the base of the small tribal design that ended just above the cleft of her ass.

“Mmmm. That’s nice,” Onyx muttered, tilting her pelvis and spreading her legs to give me better access.