Chapter 24

Cheryl met Joe at LAX, giving him an intense hug and kiss. As soon as his luggage arrived, she pulled him away from the others and into her rental car. Rachel had a limo waiting, but Cheryl wanted Joe.

Taking him to her hotel room, she ravaged him before he ravaged her. Despite depleted energy, he managed to be as relentless as she needed. Her frequent, ramping orgasms definitely helped keep his energy up.

They said little on the way there. Cheryl about the kids. Joe about Hong Kong and Tokyo. Distracted conversation. They needed each other too much to concentrate. And by the time he ejaculated his last into her, he passed out. Cheryl not long after.

Back at the arrival at the airport.

“Why isn’t Bob here?” Rhonda asked Rachel.

“You can see him later.”

“Where are you taking me? To Eddie’s studio?”

“Uhm...”

“Bitch. He called for my itinerary. I gave him your number because I wasn’t sure. You told him not to pick me up. Come Terry. I guess we grab a cab.”

“Ronnie?” Eddie said.

“Your idea? Getting me to change my mind?”

“It was...”

“Fuck you!”

Once in the cab, Terry asked her, “What’s going on?”

“Eddie still wants to produce me.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because it’s a fucking nice studio. Probably wants me to move there.”

“Instead of us getting our own place with Bob?”

“There would be room. Lots of room. I thought Eddie sold it. Either he didn’t or they bought it back. Probably for me.”

“If it’s such a nice studio... ?”

“That’s not the point!” Rhonda shouted. “Oh fuck. Sorry Terry.”

“You’re pissed. I get it. You’re forgiven.”

“Thanks,” Rhonda smiled and kissed her. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”

“You too.”

They kissed again.

“So Bob doesn’t know you’re here?”

“He knows. He just doesn’t expect to see me until tomorrow. Don’t worry. He’s a night owl like me.”

“How will things be arranged? Are you going to sleep with him, or... ?”

“The bed is big enough for all of us. But if you want your own bed...”

“And you sleep with him?”

“No. I sleep where you sleep. Just meet him. Are you jealous? Why are you jealous?”

“I ... I like having you all to myself.”

“Selfish bitch,” Rhonda smirked. “You’ll like him.”

“If I don’t?”

Rhonda sighed. “Okay, he’s a bit of a mamma’s boy. And a whiner. And spoiled. Over privileged. He can be arrogant.”

Theresa laughed. “Is he at least cool?”

“Not really, no. But he thinks he is.”

“Not that it matters, but is he at least cute?”

“Not especially. Kind of a pretty boy. But kind of chunky. We worked on that last summer, but I don’t know if he kept it up.”

“What do I look for, because it doesn’t sound like first impressions are going to go well?”

“He’s really funny. And kind of poetic.”

“Poetic?”

“He’s different, Terry. Comes off crazy, I think, to people. But I find it incredibly endearing. And unique.”

“Okay. That actually sounds better. I like crazy. As long as it’s not scary crazy. What do you recommend? Because I am intruding on your friendship.”

“Call him on his shit.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“He’ll love that?”

“Trust me. He will.”

“Okay.”

When they arrived at the fancy sprawling house, Rhonda went to a lit window and tapped. The drapes opened and a pane, and Tim’s wide, pretty face appeared. “You’re here,” he said with a cockeyed smile.

“I am,” Rhonda giggled.

The face disappeared and Rhonda joined Theresa at the ornate front door, soon opened. Tim, wearing grey workout pants and a tight white t shirt, smiled fully at Rhonda. “Wow,” she said. “You did keep working out.”

He blushed. “Found a trainer.”

“And a boyfriend?”

“Maybe. Come in. You must be Theresa.”

“Just call me Terry.”

“Terry. I love your accent. An honest to god Parisian. Ronnie’s praise wasn’t enough.”

“Uhm, thanks,” she giggled.

“Let me put away your bags,” he offered. “Guest room?”

“For now,” Rhonda winked.

“Meet you in the kitchen.”

When he finished hauling luggage, he asked, “Hungry?”

“We got pretty well fed on the plane,” said Rhonda.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Rachel gave us some pretty unusual flights.”

“To say the least,” Theresa giggled.

“We’ll explain later.”

“Okay. Decaf?”

“Sure,” they both said.

“And I could use a bagel,” he added.

“Sure,” they both said.

“So ... Something about me amused you Terry,” he said leaning down to grab the bagels, the fabric of his pants conforming around a firm ass, a little wide for a man. The ladies noticed, but just out of curiosity.

“Uhm yes. Ronnie wasn’t exactly extolling your better qualities.”

Bob stood up with the package of bagels in his hand. “I haven’t been an exemplary example of the male species,” he smiled. “You know, the sort only a mother can love.”

“And me,” said Rhonda.

“And Ronnie,” Bob chuckled.

“Muscle training?” Rhonda asked.

“Yeah. It can be addictive.”

“Looks good on you.”

“Thanks. Mac told me I’d have to stick to it to not become that lumpy boy again. Bad genes I guess.”

“Mac?”

“Ian McKenzie.”

“Mac.”

“Yep.”

“He’s your boyfriend?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Older?”

“To say the least. And I’m not the only man in his life. Women too.”

“Shit Bob.”

“No, it’s okay. We really do get along well. We just have to be discrete. He calls me Poet. Says he’s never met anyone like me. I believe him. He’s been honest from the get go.”

“So his other lovers?”

“Clients.”

“So he’s a bit of a man whore?”

“The man definitely likes sex,” Bob blushed. “He’s ... handsome. A poster boy for handsome.”

“So how often can you be with him?”

“Pretty often actually.”

“Really?”

“He likes me,” Bob shrugged. “I guess I’m not as shallow as he’s used to.”

“You’ve never been shallow,” said Rhonda.

“Just annoying,” he chuckled.

“Never to me.”

“I know,” he replied fondly. “You’d call me on it if I were.”

“True,” she chuckled.

“Ronnie told me to call you on your shit,” said Theresa.

“She knows me well,” he smirked. He settled down with them at the kitchen table, having finished getting the bagels and the coffee. A creamer and a sugar bowl to let them prepare the coffee how they wanted. “Ronnie always knows how to cut through the bullshit. She’ll let me vent, but cuts me off when it gets to be too much. About the right time too.”

“She just lets you vent?”

“We talk about it. When it’s serious and not more of my whiney bullshit. Not so much to fix me. What I think a man would try to do. But to look at it, you know?”

“No one your age then?” Rhonda asked. “What about that Harry we met at the pool?”

“You mean Harold?” he chuckled. “An insufferable ass like the rest of them. The ones that aren’t bullies or spoiled little mamma’s boys worse than me. The clique thing is just stupid. It’s ostracized me too much. But I have managed to find a couple friends. Four actually.”

“Good,” said Rhonda.

“Losers like me.”

“You’re not a loser.”

“I know. Neither are they. Just not pretty enough or smooth enough.”

“Girls?”

“And a pimply boy. They’re all a bit desperate. I let down a couple of girls admitting my sexual preference. The boy actually got the discards so to speak. Desperate people,” he laughed. “But it’s good. They’re good. Sex, or the lack of it didn’t break up our oddball clique.”

After a glance at Theresa, Rhonda commented, “I’d say we both found someone to love, but...”

“I’m probably being too hopeful or presumptuous,” Bob interrupted, “but I think Mac and I actually have a future. For one, I reach my maturity...”

“Tomorrow!” Rhonda exclaimed a little too loudly. “Sorry. It skipped my mind. Rodeo Drive?”

“Of course,” he laughed.

“It’s a tradition,” Rhonda explained. “My present to him. A spa treatment and some new duds.”

“Very expensive present,” Bob grinned. “From my rock star girlfriend. Speaking of duds...”

“I’m not prepared to go strutting,” Rhonda pouted. “My dresses are all packed away.”

“I have one of your nicest ones in my closet.”

“Cool. Hopefully I’ll fit in it.”

“Why wouldn’t you? I don’t think you’ve changed all that much in a year.”

“A little more tit,” she said.

“All the better,” he smirked. “A sexier look.”

They laughed.

When they finished, Rhonda asked, “Could we share your bed. Is that okay Terry?”

“Yes Ronnie,” Theresa smiled.

“Of course,” said Bob.

In the bedroom, Bob became uncertain. “Uhm...”

“We can borrow a couple of your t shirts,” Rhonda said, removing her shirt.

“What are you doing?” Theresa asked.

“He’s seen me naked plenty of times,” said Rhonda, reaching back to undo her bra. “And I’m sure he’s curious about the hot body you have.”

“Okay,” Theresa swallowed, following Rhonda’s lead.

“Wow. Nice tits,” said Bob.

“Thanks,” Theresa blushed.

“I want to feel them,” said Rhonda.

“Feel what?” Bob asked.

“Those muscles.”

He chuckled. “Okay,” and removed his shirt as well. “Could I?” he asked shyly, standing in front of Theresa, lifting his hand.

“Why not?” Theresa giggled.

They touched each other’s chests.

“We’ve done a lot of exploring over the years,” Rhonda explained to Terry while touching Bob’s shoulders and down his back. “Played doctor from early on. How we figured out we’re definitely gay.”

“Yep,” said Bob, fondling Theresa’s breasts.

“A chance to experience the other side,” said Theresa.

“Exactly,” the other two said.

“I really like the feel of your muscles,” Rhonda admitted.

“Me too,” said Theresa.

“I like the way you feel too,” Bob responded, both hands bringing Theresa’s nipples to hardness. She couldn’t suppress a quiet moan.

The women looked at each other. And kissed. “You okay with this?” Rhonda asked Bob.

He nodded.

“We’re not shy around each other, Terry,” Rhonda explained. “We often masturbate. Each providing a narrative for the other. I talk about a man. He talks about a woman. You okay with this?”

“You mean be with you with him here?”

“Yes.”

“I think I am.”

“Only one way to find out,” said Rhonda, kissing Theresa again and bringing her hands to the button on her pants. Theresa, showing her agreement, did the same for Rhonda.

Soon all three were in bed naked. Bob reached into his bedside drawer for the oil he used to masturbate. His penis half hard.

“Imagine she’s Mac and I’m you,” Rhonda murmured, kissing her way down Theresa’s curvy torso.

“I don’t know if I can. Terry’s a bit ... feminine.”

“She is,” Rhonda laughed.

“Could I keep touching you, Terry?”

“Okay.”

“It feels so ... sensuous,” he said caressing her breast.

“Maybe you’d like a chick with a dick,” Rhonda giggled.

“Maybe.”

“It’s so big,” Theresa noticed.

“Bigger than most,” said Rhonda.

“I have some girth,” he agreed. “And maybe an inch longer than normal? At least from what I’ve read.”

“You put that inside a woman?”

“No,” he chuckled.

“Oh fuck. That’s even worse,” she moaned, Rhonda’s mouth reaching her pussy.

Bob watched Rhonda bring Theresa to climax. His cock remained hard, but didn’t threaten to climax. “You still have my vibrator?” Rhonda asked.

“I’ll get it,” he said, hopping off the bed. Both ladies watched his cock bob and chuckled.

“New batteries?” Rhonda asked.

“I knew you were coming, so to speak,” he chuckled, getting back in bed.

Rhonda turned on the vibrator and placed the base against her clit, moving over her lover. “She likes it when I fuck her,” she moaned, pushing the vibrator high inside Theresa’s pussy. “Right now, this will do.”

“Dildo?”

“A couple in my bag. Neither as big as you are.”

He moved closer. His hand continuing to attend to Theresa’s nipples. Rhonda thought he might want to use both hands. “Get behind me,” she suggested.

“Okay,” he swallowed. Once behind he could use both hands. On Theresa’s tits and then Rhonda’s. But his cock couldn’t help get close. It even touched the vibrator, which felt exciting and frightening at the same time. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Rhonda said. “It doesn’t bother me. In fact it’s kind of a nice friction. I trust you.”

“Okay,” he murmured, bringing his cock higher to slide between her ass cheeks, the vibrator buzzing his glans. He began thrusting more emphatically until the glans glanced off Theresa’s labia. “Oh fuck,” he said, moving back.

“Keep going,” Rhonda said. “She likes cock, but only the plastic kind.”

“Terry?” Bob asked.

“Go ahead,” Theresa moaned.

So he pressed forward and into the first pussy he ever felt surround his cock. Shallow thrusts inside. Until Rhonda moved forward, giving him room.

“Oh fuck,” Theresa moaned. “So hot. And big.”

“Too much?”

“Keep going.”

Rhonda giggled. She gazed into Theresa eyes. “It’s me, Terry, fucking you like always.”

“Only bigger and better,” Theresa moaned.

Rhonda pressed her clit against the other side of the vibrator. It stimulated both clits. She added rubbing, moving it back and forth across them. Both of them came.

“Rhonda?” Bob practically shouted.

“Pull out!” she exclaimed.

He did, and rubbed his cock until he spurted his cum on Rhonda’s lower back. “Fuck,” he groaned.

“Everyone okay with what just happened?” Rhonda asked.

Friend and lover both said yes.

“You?” Theresa asked.

“Yes,” said Rhonda.

“Don’t move,” Bob told her.

He got out his box of tissues and cleaned up the mess he made. “Okay.”

All three lay back on the bed, Rhonda in the middle. Theresa shifted onto her side. “I’m not interested in anyone’s cock except yours,” she said to Rhonda.

“Are you absolutely sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“I know, Terry. I’m not worried. I just like hearing it. I trust Bob. He knows I prefer not having anything inside me.”

“And he knows I do?”

“Sorry. We get pretty graphic with our honesty.”

“At least you do. You knew nothing about Mac.”

“I’m shyer about things like that than Ronnie,” Bob admitted. “I told her I was no longer a virgin, but that was about it.”

“We hardly ever get that personal,” Rhonda added. “I guess I do more than him, except there wasn’t all that much personal, or sexual, to talk about. But I did talk about that first, brief girlfriend, and the much briefer older woman.”

“I thought the older woman was funny,” Bob remembered.

“I hope you don’t think I’m funny.”

“Mostly not.”

“Mostly?”

“She thinks your babbling is cute.”

“Oh that. I can be a bit silly sometimes.”

“Adorable you mean,” Rhonda grinned. “Sometimes you get to these really crazy places, and realize where you’ve gone and what you’ve done. Then blush and apologize. It’s fucking adorable.”

“And you told him about these crazy places?”

“How could I not? You don’t know how amazing you are. The way your mind works.”

“I guess I don’t.”

Rhonda sighed. “Let’s get through this. What just happened and what it means.”

“It doesn’t have to... , “ Bob started.

“Did you like it?” Rhonda asked.

“Weirdly yes.”

“What makes you averse to women?” Theresa asked him.

“To be blunt, pussy. The way it looks and the way it smells. But maybe I’ve become acclimated to Rhonda’s smell when she’s...”

“Dripping wet?” Rhonda offered.

“More like pouring wet,” Theresa giggled.

“I guess I’ve become acclimated to your look and smell as well,” Rhonda decided. “And the fact that I trust you completely, unlike pretty much any other man.”

“But I can be any other man,” said Bob. “Lost in pleasure. Forgetting everything but my own. I mean, when I was thrusting between your ass cheeks, which are actually very nice, firm ass cheeks.”

“Thanks,” Rhonda giggled.

“A little fuller than I like, but...”

“Stop when you’re ahead Bobby.”

“Just teasing.”

“I know. He hates when I call him Bobby.”

“Bobby was a little shit,” Bob explained. “I’m hoping Bob isn’t a big shit.”

“He’s not,” said Theresa.

“You don’t know me yet.”

“So far so good.”

“Me too.”

“I like what you’re becoming,” said Rhonda.

“I kind I do too,” Bob replied.

“I just hope ... you’ll still want me in your life.”

“I’ll always need you Ronnie. I have no doubt.”

“Same for me. You were worried about Terry.”

“I was,” he admitted. “I’m not.”

“Good to know,” Theresa grinned. “I feel the same.”

“Enough of this saccharine shit,” Rhonda muttered, tongue in cheek. “What were you saying, Bob?”

“Uhm ... Oh yeah. I kind of grazed your vagina. And your anus.”

“You mean my cunt and asshole? I kind of liked it.”

“You did?”

“Stimulation? I wasn’t worried.”

“I was,” said Bob.

“I know, which was why I wasn’t. Believe me, if you went further, I’d let you know.”

“That I do believe,” he laughed. “Ronnie knows Krav Maga.”

“I know. She’s been teaching me.”

“She taught me too.”

“Still doing it?” Rhonda asked him.

“No. But Tai Chi.”

“Good.”

“Yeah.”

Silence.

“So?” Rhonda finally ended it. “Will this happen again?”

“Sometimes,” said Bob.

“Sometimes,” Theresa agreed.

“Maybe when you two want to make love, you could use the guest room.”

“And when you want to join us?” Rhonda asked.

“I’ll let you know.”

“I’ll ask you.”

“Okay.”

“Ask me first before you ask Bob,” Theresa suggested.

“Good idea. Maybe you should be the one to ask Bob.”

“I don’t want to worry you.”

“You won’t.”

“I trust Bob because you trust him.”

“Exactly. If you start becoming interested in another man joining us...”

Theresa started crying. “I love you Rhonda. Like I’ve never loved anyone before. Not even close. Why do I like a cock inside me? Why can’t I be you, playing at the edges, but never inside? Is that a temptation? Does that make me incipiently bisexual? I can’t even imagine it. Having some ... man thrusting into me. All hard and uncaring and ... male. No sweetness and suppleness and beauty and love and softness. Eyes that understand. A body I can love and trust. Smelling the desire the way I smell for her, to make her know my desire. But a cock, sawing away inside me, rubbing me just right to my very core. It just feels too good. Too irresistible. But fuck, Rhonda, it has to be yours. It has to be you smiling at me, watching me cum, and thrilling yourself because of it. It has to be!”

“Terry?” Bob murmured.

“No!” she practically shouted. “Rhonda trusts you so I trust you. And feeling your heat, your flesh hot inside me, it was Rhonda fucking me, but of course it was you. But like you were Rhonda’s gift, so in a weird way it was still her. I ... I think I’d like to feel what’s it’s like when you cum inside me. I ... I think I’d like it if you inseminated me.”

“Really?” Rhonda asked.

“Unh-hunh. You’re the only real cock allowed in me, so you’re the only cock who can inseminate me.”

She was looking at Rhonda, so Bob asked, “You mean mine?”

“To me it’s shared property, so both?”

“Wow,” said Bob. “She does get crazy when she babbles.”

“This wasn’t an adorable, out of control babble,” Rhonda disagreed.

“You mean... ?”

Rhonda rubbed her thumb under Theresa’s eyes, through the dampness. “You’re serious, Luscious?”

“Yes I am, Beautiful.”

“Luscious?” Bob asked.

“She calls me beautiful. I’m not sure about that.”

“You are,” Bob stated.

“Thanks. Since the word was taken to describe her, I choose an equally true descriptor.”

“It definitely fits,” Bob grinned.

“Why thank you young man,” Theresa smiled back.

“Ready to be a father?” Rhonda asked.

“No,” Bob chuckled uncomfortably.

“Tough,” Rhonda smirked.

“I know Ronnie will make an amazing mother,” Theresa predicted.

“Lots of experience,” Rhonda chuckled.

“You’re really sure about this?” Bob asked.

“We’ve been stuck together for months,” Theresa explained. “Did you feel stuck, Ronnie?”

“Not in the least. It gets better every day.”

“It does. Want to marry me Bob?”

“What?”

“I’m French. French passport. French citizen. If you marry me...”

“And we’ll be living together. So it wouldn’t appear as if it’s a marriage of convenience.”

“If that matters in California,” Rhonda shrugged. “But I do hope we keep up appearances.”

“Me too,” said Bob. “You think I might run off with some man?”

“I hope we get a house where you can entertain a man. And maybe have him move in when you find a keeper?” Rhonda suggested.

“I love you, Ronnie. We know we can stand each other for the long haul. You did spend last summer in my bed. When we slept,” he blushed, looking at Theresa.

She laughed. “I know what you meant.”

“Not just that,” Rhonda amended. “We did a lot of talking here.”

“We did. And critiquing.”

“Speaking of which, how’s the screenplay?”

“Scrapped. Well not exactly scrapped. I’m still working on it. Something to submit to USC. I’m just not all that interested in directing it.”

“Would submitting a film be better?” Theresa asked.

“What are you thinking?” Rhonda asked her.

“You’re beginning a significant change in your career. Getting out of Eddie’s shadow. Perhaps someone could document it.”

“Meaning me,” Bob chuckled. Then went serious. “What if we made it more personal? I was there when you became the eight your old phenom.”

“And your father shot a ton of footage,” Rhonda nodded. “Not as much later, but I did work with him.”

“A most unhappy collaboration,” Bob muttered.

“It ended up being, but I actually really enjoyed working on the score. He just...”

“Acted like my dad.”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t want to be like him. In a lot of ways, but especially his philandering and his absences.”

“It’s what you’re worried about being a father.”

“Yeah.”

“We won’t be married, and it’s a marriage of convenience with Terry, so it’s okay to philander.”

“I really don’t want to be that guy. I want to be serious. Responsible. In relationships ... and as a father.”

“I think you will be.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because of us? Sticking together for so long? Because of his example? How it affected your mom?”

“I guess.”

“How is your mom? Seeing anyone?”

“Nope. Not since after the divorce. Tried and rejected.”

“Except my father.”

“Except Joe. She’s gotten testy.”

“Dad’s in town.”

“Thank god.”

They laughed.

“It doesn’t bother you?” Theresa asked. “Thinking about your mother having sex?”

“Kind of. But I’ve seen the proof. Her needing Joe.”

“My father being my father, I got over that pretty young,” said Rhonda. Everyone laughed.

“So your mom only sees Joe occasionally?”

“Yeah. But when she gets needy, she’ll head to New York or Joe will come visit.”

“With me if possible,” Rhonda grinned.

“You insist, so it’s always possible,” Bob pointed out.

“True. You could have insisted too.”

“I visited.” After a pause and Rhonda’s gaze, he admitted, “Alright. I’m a wuss.”

“But you’re my wuss,” she smiled.

“Yes I am.”

“So, wuss,” Theresa smirked, “Are you interested?”

“In which?”

“Everything above.”

He chuckled. “Let’s talk about marriage and family tomorrow. It did come up in an irrational moment and you two must be exhausted.”

“Doubtful it will change. And the movie?”

“I’m excited. I have a million ideas.”

“Maybe filter it down to a few?” Rhonda suggested.

“Right,” Bob chuckled. “How about we put on some shirts?”

“I thought you loved Theresa’s breasts,” Rhonda pointed out.

“I do quite enjoy them,” Bob admitted. “But let’s put them away for the night and sleep.”

While he slipped on his t shirt and warm up pants, Rhonda found t shirts for her and Theresa. They put their panties back on and settled onto the bed with Bob, taking the same positions as before.

“You know you could rent a she-male,” Rhonda suggested.

“I actually know someone who’s transgender. She was a senior when I was a freshman. We talked. She looked so sad. And she sort of fascinated me. She hasn’t transitioned. She wore falsies. Hormones have given her tits since then, but she’s still on the fence about having a complete transition.”

“Sounds almost violent,” said Rhonda.

“That’s part of it. The trauma to the body. She told me she’s always thought she should have had a pussy. But she thinks getting it wouldn’t be real. Manufactured gender. It would be a lie, like the falsies she wore. Pretend. Not fooling anyone, least of all herself.

“She’s beautiful. Looks sort of like Marilyn Monroe. Plays her on stage in transvestite shows. The soft voice. The singing. It’s really brilliant and sad. Like Marilyn. And she is incredibly smart. Beauty and brains.”

“It’s a curse isn’t it,” said Rhonda.

“Essie,” said Bob.

“And my mom, too,” said Rhonda. “My dad helped them negotiate the repercussions, Essie especially. Essie amazingly actually. But to be so vulnerable, rejecting your own body, and then being smart and beautiful. Holy shit, that must be hard.”

“She’s tried suicide a couple of times. I guess she wasn’t completely willing, because she survived. I think she’s less inclined because she’s a brilliant mathematician. Her brilliance is actually helping, because professors, the ones who aren’t assholes, encourage her. Her math ability was one of the reasons I stayed in contact. She’s tutored me many times,” he laughed.

“Are you attracted to her?” Theresa asked.

“I had a crush. Still do, but it’s more a simmer. But it’s more than just a mental excitement when we meet, if you get my drift. I’m kind of glad she’s kept her ... parts. Because I imagine them.”

“We get it,” Rhonda chuckled.

“Why didn’t you tell her?” Theresa asked.

“She was always out of my league.”

“Bullshit,” said Rhonda. “You have her number?”

“Yes.”

“Call her tomorrow. She can join us on Rodeo drive.”

“But ... Mac?”

“Who would enjoy it more?”

“Marilyn.”

“Marilyn?”

“Her stage name. Marilyn Morose. Her name is Lynn. Len actually originally. Leonard. But that’s as forgotten as it can be. Her father still calls her that. At least the last time he saw her. Asshole. Her mother has always been on her side.”

“Divorce?”

“Eventually. When he got drunk and violent.”

“Definitely an asshole.”

“Indeed he was. Okay. Mac isn’t exactly monogamous.”

“That’s the spirit,” Rhonda chuckled.

The next morning Bob made the call and Lynn agreed to go shopping. Happily it seemed like.

Around the same time Cheryl and Joe arrived. “Can I come?” Cheryl asked them.

“Of course,” said Bob.

Leaving Joe alone with Maria.

“Come here,” she said as soon as the others left. They didn’t even bother exiting the kitchen. After the intense kiss and the stimulating hug, she sat on the table and opened her legs. “Fuck me,” she said. She was naked under her terry cloth robe.

He pulled his pants and underpants low enough to release his cock, immediately embedded in her hot and wet pussy. He fucked her slowly, gazing at her wanton glee and full breasts and well-kept abdomen. Her breasts did sag and wobble, but he didn’t mind. “Goddess,” he murmured.

“Shut up and kiss my nipples, my love.”

His hands grabbed her tits. The nipple not being wonderfully suckled by his mouth got squeezed and twisted by his fingers. Mouth and fingers trading places.

She came hard not long after the fucking began. “Keep going,” she breathed. So he did. Fucking her through orgasms until it seemed like one continuous orgasm. Until he let go, stilling, pushing deep, undulating.

“Yes!” she exclaimed.

He lifted out of her when his ejaculations ended. She grabbed a napkin and pressed it to her pussy. “Come on,” she said, and wobbled to her bedroom, leaving her robe behind when she plopped onto the bed.

Joe got naked as fast as possible, her eyes devouring the revelation. She sat up and moved to the end of the bed. “Come here with that,” she said, and pulled his penis to her mouth. He was still sensitive, but he bore it. She was tender with it after the first intense suck. Like greeting a missed friend, which it was. Her favorite cock by far.