Chapter 5

Lisa stared at me in confusion as I reached over and took the shot glass out of her hand and downed it. I set it down on the bar and said, “How have you been, Marti?”

Marti leaned over the bar, picked up the bottle of vodka and took a generous slug of it. She shuddered, gagged for a moment and set it down. “Whoo!” she gasped and leaned back, looking at me. “I’ve been fine, Larry. How about you?”

I cast a sidelong glance at Lisa, looked back at Marti and smiled. “Things are getting better every day.”

“You two ... know each other?” Lisa asked uncertainly.

“You could say that,” Marti said dryly.

“I don’t understand,” Lisa said plaintively.

“Marti and Don were my next door neighbors,” I explained. “I’ve known Marti ever since I can remember.”

“You always were a precocious little shit, Larry,” Marti said with a knowing grin. “I’m glad to see that you haven’t changed.”

“I learned from the best, didn’t I?” I replied. Marti grinned and darted a quick glance at Lisa.

Lisa picked up the vodka bottle and took a swig from it. “Eeeww!” She gagged, set it down and shivered. “Christ, that stuff is vile!” She looked at Marti and said, “I saw the look on your face when you told Larry that he was a precocious little shit. What did you mean by that?”

Marti looked at me and nodded towards Lisa. “Go ahead,” she said to me with a little smile. “Tell her.”

“Tell me what?” Lisa looked at us in exasperation.

“Marti is the reason that I have a thing for older women,” I said to Lisa. “She got my cherry when I was sixteen.”

Lisa’s jaw dropped and she stared at me and then turned to stare at Marti. “Yup,” Marti nodded. “It was right after I divorced Don. Larry here was always hanging around, trying to cheer me up. One day I was really down in the dumps and he found me crying about something stupid, I don’t remember what. Anyway, he took me in his arms and gave me a great big hug, and I held on to him and cried all over his chest.”

“I felt really bad for her,” I said. “I held her for a long time, rubbing her back and trying to comfort her until she finally stopped crying. She thanked me for putting up with her and I think she was gonna give me a little kiss on the cheek for being such a nice guy.”

“I was,” Marti said. “But the big goon turned his head at exactly the wrong moment and I kissed him right smack on the mouth. It was so sweet and so nice, and it had been a long, long time since I’d had a kiss as sweet as that. So, I kissed him again and when the horny little bastard opened his lips, I forgot who it was I was kissing and gave him my tongue.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed. “Big mistake! He was on me like white on rice after that. Ten minutes after that first kiss, he had me stripped and on my back on the couch and he was trying to get his cock into me.” She shrugged and smiled at me. “So, I ... mmm ... sorta helped him out.”

“Helped me out!” I said derisively. “You did everything except stick a funnel in your pussy to get my cock into you!”

Marti smiled and her eyes softened as she said, “He was exactly what I needed, just when I needed it most. He never said it, but the way he acted when we were together convinced me that I was still a desirable woman. If it wasn’t for him, I’d probably be that crabby old bitch that lives down the block with a gazillion cats.”

Lisa was smiling at me. “Always Mister Nice Guy, aren’t you?” she said softly.

I smiled and shrugged. “Occasionally, it pays to be a nice guy. What else can I say?”

Marti laughed and asked, “How often has it paid off with a piece of ass?”

“Counting you,” I said, “It’s paid off exactly zero times.” Marti and Lisa both looked startled at that. “Neither one of you are a piece of ass,” I said. “You’re both beautiful, caring women whose paths happened to cross with mine just at that moment when we needed each other. A piece of ass is a quick fuck in the back seat with someone you’ll never see again and don’t really care about.” I shook my head. “That’s not either one of you and it’s not my style. I’d rather beat off.”

“Then explain that fuck truck of yours,” Marti challenged. “If that isn’t tailor made for scoring a piece of ass, I’ll eat my hat!”

“You ever shared an apartment with four roommates?” I asked. “Privacy is just a word in the dictionary in a situation like that.”

Lisa glided into my arms and tipped her face up to mine. “You’re a very special man, Larry,” she said softly. “I want you to know that I know that and I appreciate it.” She pulled my face down to hers by my ears and kissed me, putting her heart into it.

When our kiss broke, Marti was standing there, her eyes shining in the candle light. “I never told you that, Larry. But you knew it anyway, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I did.” Marti looked at Lisa and after a moment, Lisa smiled and nodded. Then it was Marti in my arms kissing me, and the remembered tastes and textures of her were still there and they still worked on me. Marti ended our kiss and stepped back, smiling down at my rigid cock.

“Hello, Mr. Johnston,” she said fondly. “My, but you’ve grown!” She started to reach for it and caught herself just in time. “Sorry, Lisa,” she said, pulling her hand back. “This has brought back some really good memories.”

“It’s all right,” Lisa said, linking arms with her. “I’ve got some really good ones too, now.”

They smiled at each other and then Lisa got that look in her eye, the same look I had seen a few times before, like in the van just before she masturbated for the college boys and in her bedroom, just before she had given me her anal cherry.

“Can you stay for a while?” Lisa asked Marti.

Marti nodded. “There’s nothing waiting for me but an empty house,” she said. “I’d love to stay and visit.”

“Oh, I’ll bet we can find something better than that to do,” Lisa said with a bawdy grin. She went up on her tiptoes and whispered in Marti’s ear for a moment, and then looked at her.

“Really?” Marti asked, her voice an octave higher. “You’re not kidding me, are you?”

“Really,” Lisa said with a big smile. “And no, I’m not kidding you.”

“Hell, yes!” Marti exclaimed, hugging Lisa.

“What’s going on, ladies?” I asked. “It sounds like there are big plans being hatched here.”

“There are,” Lisa said, turning her smile on me. “Martha and I just decided that we’re gonna take you to bed and fuck your brains out!”

My jaw dropped in astonishment and I croaked, “Holy shit!”

When we got to the bedroom, the first thing I did was shed that stupid robe. The second thing I did was peel Lisa out of her dressing gown. “It wouldn’t be polite for me to stay dressed while my guest gets naked with you,” she told me.

I didn’t argue with her, peeling Lisa was always lots of good, dirty fun. After I had her down to her skin, she kissed me and whispered, “Pretend that I’m not here and make another good memory for Martha, ok?”

“Ok, babe,” I whispered back. She left my arms, climbed into the enormous bed and settled back to watch.

“It’s been a long time, Larry,” Marti said as she came into my arms.

“It has,” I agreed, bending down to kiss her. This kiss was slow and unhurried, and it brought back a flood of memories. I remembered Marti’s bemused acceptance of a sixteen-year-old boy’s frantic desire to get her into bed and to get into her pussy as quickly as possible the first few times we were together. I also remembered her firm and patient guidance as she took me in hand and taught me that going slow was almost always better, for both my partner and me. She taught me how to be a good lover and for almost a year, we were in our own private heaven whenever we could get together. Usually, we could only manage an hour or two a couple of times a week at her house.

Nevertheless, in the course of that year, she managed to get us together for several long weekends, thirty-six hours of sheer bliss for me and a welcome break in her loneliness for her. By the time she ended it, she had regained enough confidence in herself as a desirable woman to start dating again.

We kissed several times, our hands roaming over each other’s bodies while we reconnected as lovers. Our kiss ended and she turned in my arms, leaning back against me, holding my hard cock in her hand as I nuzzled her neck and caressed her breasts through her clothing.

“You haven’t forgotten anything I taught you, have you sweetie,” she murmured as I began to unbutton her blouse.

“Not at all,” I replied, finding the pulse in her neck with my lips and lightly tonguing it. I spread her blouse open and cupped her bra-clad breasts in my hands, squeezing them lightly as I milked her erect nipples with my fingers. She moaned and turned her face up, and I covered her lips with mine, kissing her passionately while my fingers found the clasp of her bra in the valley of her cleavage.

I popped it open and palmed her breasts, rolling her nipples in my fingers as she let her blouse and bra drop off her shoulders and down her arms to the floor. She turned in my arms again, cradled my head in her arms as I found an engorged nipple, and nursed on it. Her head fell back and she groaned deep in her chest as I switched back and forth between her breasts.

I kissed my way to the wide valley of her cleavage and went to my knees, licking her baby soft skin and working my way down to the deep indent of her navel. I rimmed it as she cupped her breasts in her hands, teasing her nipples while I unfastened the button on the waistband of her jeans and pulled the zipper down.

She shimmied her hips and laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle as my lips and tongue tickled the skin on her flat belly while I pushed her jeans down and she stepped out of them. Her laughter turned to moans as I spread her long, shapely legs and opened my mouth wide, covering the prominent mound of her sex and tonguing her fat labia through the damp material of her g-string.

Her breath hissed through her teeth as I took the string that ran around her slim hips in my hands and broke it, uncovering the succulent peach of her vagina. She groaned as I rammed my tongue into her and gasped, “Damn it all, Larry, that was a brand new g-string!”

I withdrew my tongue from her drooling little pussy and laughed, looking up at her smiling face through her cleavage and said, “You want me to stop and fix it?”

“Christ, no!” she laughed. “I didn’t like it anyway.” She tangled her fingers in my hair and pushed my face back between her legs, moaning loudly while I tongued her erect clit until her knees loosened and she was wobbling on her feet. I stood up and took her in my arms again, kissing her hard, and she moaned loudly again as she tasted herself on my tongue. I scooped her up into my arms and Lisa had to scramble out of the way as I tossed Marti on the bed and stopped for a moment to admire her.

Marti is a tall, slim black-haired woman, with the most striking eyes I have ever seen. Her left eye is a golden brown and her right eye is half brown and half a lovely, pale blue. The colors are split vertically, right down the middle. Her face is composed of angles and planes; high cheekbones, a broad forehead and dusky, olive toned skin reflect her Cherokee ancestry. Her nose is long and slim and fits her face beautifully. Her jaw is softly squared and has a shallow cleft, and her lips are pleasingly plump but not overly so. She has a beautiful smile.

Her hair is long and raven black, a coarse, thick mop that extends down her back to the bottom of her hellishly tight and firm ass. She usually keeps it in a thick braid and occasionally coils it on top of her head to keep it out of her way. She washes it religiously twice a week, a process that takes at least an hour.

She has long, beautifully tapered legs and her thighs are taut and firm. When she stands with her legs together, there is a little keyhole at the top of her thighs where her snug little pussy peeks out at the world. She is a slim hipped woman and as I said before, she has a beautiful ass, round, firm, and small enough for each cheek to fit very nicely in the palm of my big hand.