Chapter 11: Into The Holidays

Thanksgiving came up more quickly than Mel was ready for. Three weeks after Halloween and he was still getting used to the woman, the very sexual being, that was Tracy. He had come to an understanding with Tracy, an acceptance of her desire to continue seeing other people, even though deep within his heart he wished she would tire of her need for variation and see him as the one who could meet all of her needs. Yeah, totally unrealistic, but Tracy seemed to like him being there as the one big goofy straight guy who wanted her and only her. Almost as though his love, though outwardly pushed away by her, also provided Tracy with an anchor, a safe place she could always return to.

The weeks had passed with Tracy often gone, then suddenly back, once mentioning that Tina’s husband had found a new guy to play around with, then a late night out with Tim and “a bunch of other guys,” and another time mentioning that Nick had taken her to a firing range and shown Tracy how to hold a gun. It was this last thing with Nick that got Mel out of his mood of self-pity. After the disaster at the casino and the eye-opening events at the Halloween party, Mel had pulled back and just hung out at home while waiting for Tracy to bless him with her presence. But now he realized that he had better start doing something with Tracy, actively having more than just a good time in the bedroom, if he was going to have a chance at keeping her.

Mel pulled himself out of his funk, and stealing Nick’s brilliant idea of taking Tracy to the range to shoot off his .38, Mel opened up his gun safe and presented Tracy with a small rifle of her own. Just a .17 caliber squirrel gun, with hardly more kick than a nerf ball to the shoulder, but still beautiful and with a slight heft Tracy could appreciate. Mel liked guns, could appreciate their being part of life in America, but quieted Tracy’s worry about him being a gun-nut. He only owned quality pieces, a few good quality rifles and a .45, nothing even approaching the craziness that so often filled the front pages. When he took Tracy out to the range the Saturday before Thanksgiving, he focused on skill, on the joy of connecting with the target, not with the firepower or ability to blow a living thing away.

That was a good time, private and visceral, and he had hoped to build on that by bringing Tracy and her mother over for Thanksgiving. Sadly, the two women were going out of town, off to stay with relatives up north for a few days. This was a little odd and yet very welcome for Tracy’s mother, the family suffering many rifts over the years, breaches in trust that were only slowly healing, and this Thanksgiving gathering was one way to bring the family together.

Mel asked what they were going to do for the three days they were away, but Tracy just shrugged and said she didn’t know but that her mother was looking forward to seeing her siblings in the flesh. “How about the food? Turkey and all the trimmings?” asked Mel. Tracy laughed. “Ha, no. Mom’s talked about taking up a lot of different foods but never turkey. I mean, really, a giant bird like a turkey? Holidays are when we go all ethnic and shit. Somebody might bring a turkey, but probably more stuff you’d never recognize. I think we’ll be more likely to have tamales than turkey. Can you believe it?”

Tamales. Sure, why not, though Mel was more used to thinking of tamales as a Christmas treat than the main course for Thanksgiving. The previous year he and Nick had dined at Bill’s house, but his wife was a bit controlling and they had both left before the pies had been pulled from the oven. Without Tracy he considered going solo, but then Nick corralled him into joining forces at his apartment with a few other bachelor friends. Mel shrugged and went with it. He and Nick were still careful with one another, bringing up Tracy only as necessary and with minimal detail. Mel realized that Nick had started hiding certain things he knew would upset Mel, probably with the belief that the less Mel knew, the more Nick could do. Tracy was doing pretty much the same thing, but while he trusted Tracy’s judgment, Mel would always wonder what evil was lurking in the back of Nick’s mind.

The guys of course feasted on turkey and all the trimmings. One of the “bums” Nick had over was Sid, the dealer, who was nice enough to take responsibility for concocting a marijuana laced stuffing that everyone dug into. Between the garlic oil liberally injected into parts of the turkey and somebody’s sweet potato pie, Mel finished off his portion of the meal in a mellow mood and with a full stomach. Drinks during the meal had been limited to some boxed white wine, but once most of the dishes had been tossed into the dishwasher, Nick brought out a mixed dozen chilled bottles of beer. By this time Mel had left his experiences at the casino behind and could face as well as down a bottle of his favorite oatmeal stout. The group sat around, talking about nothing, all the world peaceful and in its place, until someone brought up Tracy.

It was Sid, having to expound on a fun time he and Nick had with Tracy earlier in the month. Naturally Nick laughed and threw out a comment of his own with some juicy added details, which again required that Sid add some more of his own. With Mel turning red and steaming, Nick and Sid enjoyed going back over what had gone down just a couple of weeks before, a late Friday where Sid and Nick and a few others were hanging out. Tracy wasn’t the only woman but somehow Tracy became the center of attention. Nick had somehow brought up Tracy’s stronger than normal lower lips, about her ability to grab and suck off anything shaped like a cock. This of course required the group of men to debate and doubt and throw out a challenge. Tracy would probably have told Nick to go fuck himself, but the dope had been strong and the other woman seemed willing to at least give the game a try. Dropping her panties, the nameless woman lowered herself onto a brown bottle set on a kitchen chair, able to pick the empty container up a few inches before losing suction and grip. The woman’s boyfriend laughed with the group and chided Tracy for not joining in the competition.

Nick says Tracy initially held back, even throwing out her middle finger to his face, but then took up the challenge with real gusto, as though with something to prove. Thing was Tracy was wearing jeans, not a dress. As she stepped forward she had to take it all off, and Nick noted that when Sid scooted forward to help in pulling her pants off, Tracy pushed him off and threw her pants in his face. Following the mood of the small crowd, Tracy reportedly arranged herself above the bottle, naked from the bellybutton down, and lowered her thick fleshy slit onto the long smooth tip of the same bottle in its place on the chair. As she made contact, the bottle magically disappeared up into her, Tracy’s pussy slowly enveloping the bottle until about a third of the long-necked container was up her hole. Then slowly up, and standing up with her legs wide, Tracy showed the crowd that the bottle was indeed hers to control. As Tracy then lowered herself down and set the bottle back down on the chair, Nick slid another newly opened long neck under her, telling Tracy to show everyone that she could even pick up a full bottle.

By this time Tracy was into it, not at all self-conscious about being on the center stage of a sex show. She repeated her previous movements and again impaled herself on the full but open bottle. She had lowered herself onto only the first few inches of the tip of the bottle when Tracy suddenly stopped and scowled at Nick. Nick laughed when he remembered Tracy’s only words to him: “You asshole. It’s cold.” Still, she went for it, pushing a little further down the length of the bottle and then slowly standing, the bottle showing no indication that it was going anywhere other than deeper into her hole. As she started to lower her ass down and deposit the bottle safely on the chair, Nick told her to wait. Nick says he slid up in front of her, pushed the chair out of the way and then put one hand around her naked thigh and ass, another hand under the bottle. Nick reportedly said “Now watch closely. Ready Tracy?” Nick said Tracy knew just what to do and put her hands over to lean on Nick’s shoulders, readying herself for the show.

Nick says he started slow, pushing the bottle up, then pulling down to where the long neck almost exited Tracy’s hole, but then pushing up again. A few seconds of this and he started going faster and faster, deeper and deeper, both masturbating Tracy and exciting the bottle of beer enough to where it was nothing but a bottle of foam. Nick pulled the bottle down far enough for the crowd to see that the beer had been turning into fizz, the bottle nothing but bubbles, the eruption pushing up into Tracy’s loins before flowing down through her pussy and out, finally streaming down her thighs and onto the rug. And as Tracy moaned and leaned more heavily on Nick, he pushed the bottle entirely up into her until only an inch of the glass bottom remained hanging below her lower lips. Sid had other comments to add as Nick expanded on his knowledge of Tracy’s sexual abilities, the others in the Thanksgiving group all groaning in frustration as they tried to imagine what such a vision would have looked like.

Mel was astounded as the group of men recounted the show, horrified that Nick would do something like that to Tracy but equally upset that Tracy would continue to allow Nick these constant depredations of her body. What made Mel’s jaw clench was when a laughing Sid said that the really amazing thing about it all was that even after sucking up an entire bottle of beer, Tracy’s twat was still tighter than most any other woman he had ever fucked. Nick could only agree, raising a bottle in Tracy’s honor, wondering out loud if all that beer up her pussy made his semen more active or just more drunk. Through it all, Mel sat and grew ever more angry. True, Mel’s cock was throbbing as his imagination provided the pictures for his mind, but he still shot out a line at Nick, telling him in front of the others that Tracy deserved better from someone who was supposed to be a friend.

Nick was fed and half drunk and not at all ready to go easy on Mel. Mel was a good friend, but also one Nick considered to be blinded from all the stars in his eyes. Getting up and grabbing yet one more beer, intentionally opening it off the edge of the counter, Nick took a swig and spoke almost in a sneer to Mel. “Come off it Mel. You know what’s going on. Tracy gets what she wants, and she likes what she gets, and not just here with us. What the fuck, Mel. I eat your cum out of her as often as you suck down mine and everybody else’s, and Tracy seems fine with it all. Stop being such a fucking hypocrite.” Mel got up and left, embarrassed for himself and for Tracy, and as he walked out the door Sid threw out yet another taunting line: “Come on back Mel. We’ve got it all on video.”

Nick and Mel somehow kept their Friday appointment at the bar, even in the midst of the black Friday rush. Nick apologized, for both his outburst and for Sid even bringing the subject up, but then rounded on Mel’s hypocritical and false innocence. “Damn it Mel, I don’t go out of my way to talk about what a hot little piece Tracy is, but you sure as hell do your best to pretend she’s your sweet little virgin niece. It’s going to come up, especially around guys like Sid. I know you and Tracy have a pact, something like a hear no evil then all is fine kind of thing, but you know you’re just her safe house. Out here everything goes, and when she gets her fill, and yes I mean that literally, then she heads home or to your place to wind down and catch her breath. You know that, right?”

Mel knew. He didn’t want to admit it but he nodded his head, sipping his beer and looking into the darkness beyond Nick’s shoulder. He knew that the weekend in question, with her fucking the bottle at Nick’s and all the following action, she had returned that Saturday afternoon, happy to hang out with him, to talk and cook and listen to music, a time Mel had thought was wonderful. She had stayed with him for two days, begging off sex, giving him one of her deep throat specials but saying her vagina was suffering from an infection. Now he knew. Not so much an infection as just being sore, and maybe her mind and sense of self a little raw as well. And his place was where she came to recuperate, to get an honest hug and a caring kiss before heading out again. Damn.

“Fine, I agree,” said Mel, but you should still watch out for her. “At my house Tracy gets honest loving from someone she knows gives a damn about her. I thought the same about you, but no more. I know you care for her Nick, so why do you allow this kind of shit with all these other guys? I don’t get it.” Nick stood, tossed down a twenty and turned to leave, saying “Yeah, like you said. You don’t get it.”

Saturday came and as Mel was yet again working on the never-ending labor of love that was his classic Chevy, Tracy and her mom pulled into the driveway. Mel waved as they unloaded the car, and in five minutes Tracy walked past him and into his house. Mel didn’t mind, quickly cleaning his hands and following right behind her. He found Tracy sitting on the rec room couch, a glass of wine in hand, her eyes focused on nothing more interesting than the back yard fence.

“Thanksgiving go OK?” queried Mel. “Tamales, dumplings, or turkey? What did you finally end up eating?”

Tracy shrugged. “A little of everything, even turkey.” Then she went silent, staring into the back yard, a hand snaking out to hold Mel’s. Something was wrong but he had grown smart enough to know to wait, to hang back, and it didn’t take long for Tracy to lean in to his shoulder and say, “Somebody brought up the friends, you know, when my mother was in rehab. Kind of put my mother on the edge, and me too. People up there still with an attitude, not knowing when the fuck to shut up and leave well enough alone. Even got a comment about me looking too much like a Jap. Can you believe it? Like a rape back in World War II is something I should be ashamed of. Assholes.” Then they were quiet a long time, just holding hands, Mel wishing Tracy would never again leave his side.

The next day over breakfast, Mel finally admitted what Nick and Sid had brought up during Thanksgiving, leaving out the more extreme details but including the line about Sid having a video of what had gone on. Tracy showed a range of emotion, first embarrassment that Mel had heard of what had happened, then being incensed that they were bragging about her, about fucking her, and about having a video to prove it. “Nick and his buddies are assholes. I knew that, but they weren’t supposed to video me. If they put it up on the web I’ll kill them. Tina, sure, we do that, but that’s just us, real private. Nick’s little group is fun, but I don’t trust them with a camera. I guess there were too many people for me to follow. That or I was just too high.”

Mel was intrigued by the idea, videoing Tracy never having entered his mind. He only had a half dozen photos of her, most on the beach, and the thought of videoing her doing some of her special shows gave him an immediate hard on. “So you and Tina take photos of each other? Video each other with your phones and put them on the web? Where? Come on, show me.” Tracy gave him a playful slap, saying, “You’re not supposed to see it. It’s private. And we put stuff up on the web just so we can get to it, like organize it and hold it for us to watch. I don’t think I want you to see them because they’re too private. Yeah, with Tina and her husband, and that’s none of your business, but also because I know you too well. I think I’d rather a stranger see me do stuff with Tina because I’ll never meet a stranger, never have to explain stuff the way I do with you. What worries me about Sid is that he could be sharing me around the apartment complex and all the guys there. That’s creepy and kind of sick.” Tracy shook her head and cursed Sid out with a few more choice words before turning to Mel and saying, “Do you get it?” Mel didn’t get it, but he let her go, off to see Tina, but with a promise that she’d return and maybe someday show him her skills as an actress.

Days passed and Tracy returned, only to leave again. Nick reported that she had indeed come by his place, but only for a night, long enough to get high and complain about him making a video of her playing around with a beer bottle. Nick swears she then turned around and asked him to do a video of her giving head to a banana. As proof, Nick pulled him outside the bar and showed him the short three minute video on his phone. Mel was shocked, but he was also sure that this action from a day before included a lot more than just Tracy deep throating a banana. Nick had long before bragged that Tracy could swallow his entire cock and both balls and get him to cum just by contracting and relaxing her throat. Mel knew it all too well and didn’t want to think of what went on at Nick’s after the banana stunt.