Chapter 6

Joe had been unusually impatient for Christmas vacation to arrive. Or winter vacation to be more politically correct. Because he missed Chandi and Moe. Chandi reluctantly insisted they wait. Busy with school. Joe was too, and the beginnings of his novel.

Eddie had been impatient for a different reason. Finally gathering everyone together for MIRE rehearsals. He and Sandy had sent tapes back and forth to arrange her choral group. And Charlie had been largely absent as well, either in Boston with Sandy and Stuart or finishing up his multi-media show with his old fellow School for Performing Arts alumni.

Which ended up being a remarkable, well attended and well received event. Four shows at BAM. Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday evenings, the last a little earlier than the others. The weekend before Christmas. The performance of actors, dancers and musicians videotaped by the filmmaker that had made the movie which projected onto the performers. The movie often of the performers themselves performing what they were performing on stage only much larger. Gelled lights of various colors carefully lit them so as not to lessen being able to see the projected movie on them, usually from the sides but sometimes a spotlight highlighting a specific performer. At certain points when the dancers took over the stage the movie became flashing fields of color. Primary colors. A slow strobe. With scratches in the emulsion a la Brakhage. Dancing light on the dancers.

Though never performed live again, the recording and the film projected on the performers became a gallery show which toured. Including Maxine’s gallery in Chicago. The visual artists involved provided manikin like sculptures expressive of the performers, including Charlie, dressed in the costumes worn in the event, and paintings also expressive of the performance. An immersive show which gained enough notice to end up at the Walker in Minneapolis and SFMOMA and coming back to MOMA in the end.

The time to leave finally arrived. The number of people going had Rachel charter a larger jet. It required everyone to converge in New York by Christmas Eve morning. Claire and Belle from Minneapolis. They would make guest appearances on the tour when they could. A halfway reunion of the Monsters. With Belle of course playing on Eddie’s newest songs. The longtime lesbian lovers arrived the evening before.

As did Moe and Chandi from Barbados. A most happy reunion for them and Joe. Celebrated in the huge bed in the master bedroom. Where, for the first time in a long time, Liang and Victoria joined them. Essie was with Stuart, who had come down earlier in the day. Like Joe with Moe and Chandi, they hadn’t reunited since Thanksgiving. The rest of the Boston contingent arriving early the next morning, transferring directly from the more public transportation to the chartered jet.

The night before their departure, a couple hours into Joe’s loving reunion with his lovers, the bedroom door opened and closed. Cheryl stood just inside the door adjusting her eyes to the darkness. Everyone in bed, languishing in post orgasmic bliss, looked at her.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she said.

“Join us,” said Moe, shifting away from Joe. When Cheryl stepped near the bed, Moe added, “This is a naked only zone.”

“Not necessary,” Joe argued.

Nevertheless Cheryl quickly stripped and knee-walked to Moe, who embraced her.

“I’ve been a fool,” said Cheryl.

“Me too,” said Moe.

They kissed. Cheryl reached for Joe, and he joined them. Like he had for so many years. And yet it felt completely new.

The other three ladies in the bed watched. Victoria cuddling behind Liang. Chandi on the other side.

Cheryl became central to the threesome, receiving kisses traded at her mouth or lowered to her neck, ears and breasts. She in turn caressed each lover. Feeling the texture and shape of flesh. Reaching ever lower. Taking hold of Joe’s cock. Slipping a finger into Moe’s pussy from behind.

When Joe began shifting lower, his mouth making its journey to her pussy, Cheryl objected by pulling on Joe’s cock almost painfully. “I want to suck you,” she told him.

So he turned around, offering both Cheryl and Moe his cock. Lying on his side, the shaft and glans between two sets of lips, being lapped by two different tongues.

Cheryl urged him onto his back. Lifting her pussy off Joe’s face, she gave room for Moe to sit on it. Moe brought her mouth to Cheryl’s pussy, forming a triangle.

Not just mouths worked to pleasure each other. Hands vigorously worked the areas of pleasure. Nipples and clits. Assholes. Balls.

Moe came first. Then nudged Cheryl up to straddling Joe’s middle and guided Joe’s cock in, reverse cowgirl. Joe’s moan vibrated Moe’s pussy, still planted on his face. Moe leaned forward. Her tongue lapped from Joe’s balls, across his shaft, to the lower edge of Cheryl’s pussy, which clung tightly to Joe’s cock, and up to Cheryl’s anal star, circling it and stabbing into it. Her middle finger took its place stabbing into the anus. Her tongue kept up its travels from balls to anus until Cheryl moved the fuck from slow to fast, and Moe used fingers instead. From her other hand. The one with the finger in Cheryl’s anus continued its thrusts.

Joe couldn’t reach the areas of Cheryl to encourage her orgasm, so Cheryl did the work of squeezing her nipples and rubbing her clit until she came. Once recovered, she lifted off his still hard cock and encouraged Moe to make use of it, taking the same reverse cowgirl position. By then Moe was nearing her own climax. Thus she began with a much faster ride than Cheryl had. Cheryl sat in front of her, her pussy resting wetly on Joe’s thigh. Fingers on Moe’s nipples and clit quickened Moe’s climax. During it, she embraced her former wife, kissing her lovingly. Meanwhile Joe held Moe’s hips and thrust rapidly upward, finding his own penultimate cum of the night.

As if ceremonial, Cheryl went to each of the women who had watched and kissed them, settling beside Liang in the end. Moe cuddled with Chandi. Leaving Joe with Victoria.