Chapter 18

The Hoar’s Nook

Once he closed on the houseboat, Mark took a week’s vacation and cleaned the boat from stem to stern, enlisting several softball teammates to help him. He discovered that Alexis had a friend (of course she did) who could work with him on decorating his new home as well. At week’s end, he was almost completely furnished and accessorized. Almost being the key word, as the ladies from the team came aboard to see and ‘tut-tut’ about this and that, telling him he had a way to go, but that he should take his time getting there.

But on leaving the houseboat every one of them was quick to announce: “He’s got himself a god damn love boat for sure!” or words to that effect.

Mark parked his Honda Accord in the only vacant space in Katy’s Marina and carried his architectural drawings and briefcase to the Hoar’s Nook, his recently refurbished houseboat, jogged up the short gangway and paused on the quarterdeck to take a breath of the gentle evening breeze coming in off the bay.

“Hi Neighbor, I was wondering when I’d get a chance to say hello. I’m your neighbor, Jon Huntsman.”

“Mark Newlin, Mark said with a smile. “Good to meet you.”

“Same here,” Huntsman said, and then in a rush he added: “Say I know you just got home but we’d love to get to know you a little better. Oh, my wife’s Mary Kaye, she’s a pistol. Would you like to come aboard our boat after freshening up, say about an hour or so?”

“Sure,” Mark replied, not having met any of his neighbors and knowing it was inevitable and necessary. “Um, which one are you?”

“The Viking Maiden, we’re tied up just after the Hawkeye.”

Since the Hawkeye was tied up alongside the Hoar’s Nook Mark could see Jon’s boat just beyond it only it was a boat, not a houseboat which surprised him.

“Great,” Jon said and after giving mark a salute, he turned and started back toward his boat, the Viking Maiden.

It was almost two hours later that Mark arrived at the Viking Maiden, a yacht that must have cost close to a million dollars.

Jon greeted him with a cold beer, which Mark accepted with thanks. It had reached 97 degrees that afternoon.

“Come aboard! Come aboard Neighbor,” Jon said louder than necessary. “So is my view better than yours?” He laughed good-naturedly as they had almost identical views.

“Well I can tell you I’ve definitely got a better view of the Hawkeye than you,” Mark said facetiously. A second later both men were laughing merrily.

“Hey---Hey, Mary Kaye c’mon up on deck ... meet our neighbor, Mark Newlin!”

The Huntsman’s were in their early forties. Jon was just under six feet and lean and wiry. His wife, Mary Kaye had a magnificent body, as she appeared in a bikini that hid almost nothing. Her face looked familiar and Mark would learn that he’d seen it on Vogue Magazine a year or two earlier in Rana’s apartment.

Mary Kaye’s breasts were huge, he would find out later that evening that she was a 36-EE from Jon, who kept bringing her body up in the conversation. Mary Kaye for that matter didn’t appear to mind in the slightest, their affection showed in the way a casual arm draped around one another or how they leaned into each other when they were seated on the fantail.

Moreover, both husband and wife asked knowledgeable questions about the building Mark told them he’d designed and helped construct in Chastened.

Then Mary Kaye surprised Mark by asking her husband if he’d stopped by the video store earlier to gawk at Randy Kisses, the latest porn queen who was appearing at the local strip club that night as she toured the south promoting her latest porn film.

“As a matter of fact, I did.”

“Get to rub up against those triple D’s?”

“No. she had me rub against her ass, which was almost as good.”

“Should I be hearing this conversation?” Mark asked. “It seems kind of private, you know?”

“Oh, pay us no mind, Mark. We love porn. We watch it most nights to help get our motors revved up, you know?” Mary Kaye laughed and gave his knee a light squeeze.

“Nothing wrong with that,” Mark replied. “I’ve seen one of her pictures.”

“And?” Mary Kaye laughed, and verbally pushed him into a corner. He was going to talk about porn whether he wanted to or not.

“I liked it,” Mark answered.

But she wasn’t letting him off the hook just yet.

“Oh, and what did you like about it, specifically?”

From the corner of his eye Mark saw Jon smirking.

“Um, let me put the sexual aspects aside for the moment,” he replied. “First off, there was a semblance of a plot. If I recall correctly the first scenes involved her running from someone or something. We learn who she’s running from, but not why. It’s probably twenty minutes into the film before the first serious sex scene takes place. I recall wondering if I was watching a regular R rated film and then whamo, she’s going down on a guy in an alley like nobody’s business. Um, I think from that point on it was basically sex—sex and more sex.”

“Yes, I remember that one,” Mary Kaye said, holding her wine glass out toward Mark. She turned to her husband and said, “He gave a very succinct review of it don’t you think, Jon?”

“He did. I’m impressed, Mark.”

That conversation broke the ice, and Jon and Mary Kaye opened up about their sex life. Mark learned that they kept a private stash of erotic videos.

“Jon lend him the one we watched last night.”

Turning to Mark, Mary Kaye added: “Jon uses these to get me all hot and bothered. He was a very happy man after we watched this particular video.

Mark had them both laughing when he replied: “Mmmm, just what the country needs ... more
hot and bothered women.”

“And you’re above such coarse temptations?” Jon said with a smile and a wink.

“Well...” Mark said hesitating before answering.

“Better have a towel handy. I came twice watching it,” Mary Kaye said and everything went quiet.

“Yes ... well...” Mark was at a loss for words.

Jon laughed and threw his arm around Mary Kaye. “She’s a keeper,” he said, and gave her right breast a gentle squeeze.

Mark stopped by their yacht the following morning with a bottle of expensive red wine and the video.

“I came twice last night and once this morning. I need to get this thing out of my sight before I hurt myself.”

Jon laughed and Mary Kaye looked at him inquisitively.

“What made it so hot for you?”

“They convinced me they cared for one another. It wasn’t the usual wham, bam, thank you ma’am. They spent a lot of time kissing and caressing one another and their intensity right there got my temperature and other things up. It was incredibly hot.”

“Was there one particular scene that really set you off?” Mary Kaye asked so calmly that Mark knew she had planned on asking him the question in advance.

“Hmmm, honestly, I love watching a woman cum. So when she reached down to play with herself while she was riding him, it got to me. She came hard, and so did I.”

“We both like that part,” Jon said.

“Go on. You know you want to say it,” Mary Kaye prodded.

“Mary Kaye learned a trick or two from that video.”
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Mark looked at Mary Kaye, who flushed, and so did he. Mark’s cock was tenting his shorts.{br}

But Jon never embellished any of the ‘tricks’ his wife had learned, leaving that to Mark’s imagination, and he returned to his houseboat and masturbated thinking about Mary Kaye’s mouth.

The Hoar’s nook was invaded that night at around ten.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?” Mark yelled as his friends ran past him as they boarded his houseboat.

“Us? Shit man, Phillip’s is only three blocks away!” Steve Metuchka shouted happily. His on again, off again fiancée, the pixyish Gabby Nichols hopped up and down beside him, obviously already well lubricated by several shots of tequila.

Mark shook Steve’s hand and hugged Gabby, who threw her 34-C’s against Mark and seemed in no hurry to break away from him. Mark filed that piece of information away for future possibilities.

Julie Jefferson, a dental assistant when not playing on the softball team gave him another sizzling hug and a quick kiss on the lips before sitting down “before I fuckin’ fall,” as she put it fairly succinctly before flopping down on a cushioned bench on the fantail.

“Hey, you,” Madison cooed. Her voice was slow and the syllables dragged out. “Nice boat...”

“She’s totally high,” Steve said while Mark took her in with a puzzled expression as she slowly waved her hands over the scarred wooden table top. Her eyes were glazed over, but her smile was as pretty as ever. She finally looked up at me and grinned.

“Yeah, I’m super high,” she said. “I didn’t know the brownies were pot brownies.”

“She’s fucked up,” Steve said again.

“I ate four of them. They were so good.”

“You guys just out burning off her buzz then?” he asked.

“Mmmm, yeah ... her and Gabby. Me too I suppose. Although I only had two brownies. Miss Piggy had four and Julie and Gabby three each. Is zat twelve?” He asked, seeking confirmation that the dozen brownies were all gone.

“It is, Steve. None for me and that’s a shame after all, you all came a visiting without any presents.”

“Ohhh, sorry ... hey wait ... wanna blowjob?”

“Mark laughed and said, “Not from you buddy.”

“No---no. I meant, um, want Gabby to suck your dick?”

“Gabby?” Mark said, surprised by his offering his girlfriend like that. It wasn’t like him.

“Yeah---yeah, she told me she’d love to do you. Seems like this’d be a good time for it, um, since we’re all stoned and all. Maybe the other girls would join in.”

“Lemmie think about it, Steve,” he said and turned to the girls asking if anyone wanted coffee.”

He got no takers on coffee, but all three wanted vodka or tequila.

Minutes later everyone had a drink in their hand and the loudspeakers, minuscule as they were, were blasting old time rock and roll out across the bay and nearby streets.

The party was underway.

“I totally need to get laid,” Madison said, rubbing her inner thigh in what could only be construed as a preliminary step before masturbation. Finally letting go of the fabric on reaching her crotch, she exclaimed to one and all: “Seriously. I haven’t had sex in like a month.”

“It’s been weeks for me too,” Julie added.

“I’m celibate by choice,” Gabby said. “I mean, Steve and I have been doing this intense meditation recently, and we’re not supposed to have sex for a few months. I’m channeling all of my energy into my practice, and it’s been really awesome. I can, like, totally feel the chi moving through my body.”

Mark asked himself if Gabby had heard Steve offering her to him for a gratuitous blowjob. She was sitting right there---yes she was stoned, but all the same...

“How ‘bout you, Mark? When was the last time you got laid?” Julie was always direct.

He looked around the compartment and suddenly felt like the asshole. There was nothing to say other than the truth, but he still felt dumb.

“Night before last,” he whispered.

“What?” Gabby stared at him in disbelief. “Fuck you. That’s so not fair. I’m going up on deck to see if any cute guys are walking past this house of nookie you’ve got here. This is bullshit.”

“What the fuck did he do Gabby?” Steve grunted in surprise as his on again off again fiancé’ stormed topside and stared down the pier looking for someone, anyone, or so it seemed.

Mark made everyone except Gabby another drink and waited for her to return to the party which got louder, drunker, and from Mark’s perspective somewhat desperate. He excused himself and went to the head and when he returned he found Steve making out with Julie in the galley, leaving him alone with Madison whose short dress had ridden up as she tucked her knees under her arms. She was shorter than Julie by at least a foot, and her feet were smaller than he thought possible. He pictured her kneeling over his face as he opened his mouth between her legs, and in spite of all the drinking he’d done, he found myself getting hard in his jeans.

He leaned back and took a deep breath, wondering how far Steve and Julie would go with Gabby so close. Madison stole a sip of his drink, not that he cared.

It took him a moment to realize she was staring at him, and he wondered what she was thinking. Her face didn’t tell him much, but he couldn’t look away. Finally, she leaned in and whispered: “Did you really get laid last night?”

“No, it was the night before last.”

“Oh...”

“Yeah,” he said, needlessly reaffirming his statement, but opening the door to further questions.

“Was it rough sex?”

“Do you like rough sex? He asked, growing interested in where the conversation was leading.

“Mmmm, sometimes, yeah.”

“It was pretty rough from my point of view.”

“Did you tear off her clothes?” Madison asked as she began squirming on the bench.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“And she struggled and kicked as you tore off her clothes?”

“Basically,” he said.

“And then you fucked her? You held her down, her hands tied above her head, and you fucked her. Did she stop fighting then?”

“Her hands weren’t tied, but she let me hold them against the headboard. I think it turned her on to never stop fighting. She would swear at me and scratch as we fucked, and if I let go of her hands she cursed and swore demanding I pin her down. It was important to her I guess.”

Madison stared at Mark, but the look in her eyes was much clearer. “That is so fucking hot,” she said. She was so close to him by then that they were touching, but neither of them moved a hand. She leaned her head down onto his shoulder for a brief moment before turning around and pulling a small blanket off the shelf behind them. She covered both their legs while Mark stared at her, unsure of what she was doing. Even when her hands vanished beneath the blanket he was still unsure of what was happening.

“Tell me more,” she whispered her breathing faster and her voice deeper. “Tell me all about fucking her. Tell me what you did to her.”

His hand brushed her bare leg, but rather than move it away she pressed against him. Her other foot was pulled up beneath her, but this one was almost on his lap, which meant that just beneath the blanket she was practically naked. She placed his hand on the inside of her thigh, still looking into his eyes, and Mark began talking again.

“There was one other time ... she wanted me to grab her in a darkened hallway. It was her apartment building ... anyway she wanted to pretend she didn’t know it was me grabbing her. I did as she wanted, pulled her into her apartment and kicked the door closed. I was scared someone might see us and call the police, but I did it anyway.