Chapter 8

They moved about till Girl was on her right side. Tommy gently jackknifed her left leg and came in close. His attempt at intercourse rebuffed.

“No, darling, where’s Cully, where’s boy?” I saw her speak thru her dresser mirror next to their bed. She was white as a ghost.

He did not venture an answer, just calmed his intent, and nestled in by her neck and ear.

Thru the reflection Girl crooked her finger beckoning me back to bedside.

She would tell me later:

“He told me Cully; he whispered that it was time. But, I didn’t want him to do it to me again until you were there, and you could hold my hand and could see he was inside, that Tommy’s cock was in me. I wanted it to be the first time. I’m sorry about the first time and you not being there. I am, Cul.”

I’d never opened the envelope of small notes she’d made of those first two days with him. I never will. She took that sealed envelope to the Wells Fargo and put it in the safe deposit box so the children wouldn’t discover it.

“No, Girl, I don’t want you to be sorry. That was different.”

And I believed that then and now. God wanted them to conduct themselves in the action they took and experienced. He watched over us thru the Catholic Mass, onto the carnival, the sexually charged drive back to Omaha, the tromped accelerator, the tripped carburetors, and then He showed her Tommy’s attempt on his own life. Had I’d accompanied them to his apartment in the aftermath of his suicide attempt, there would not have been a coupling, but, instead, a pseudo skull session that would have ended with Girl and I walking away from Tommy, leaving him to his own devices. And Tommy would not have come to live with us, to love us and be loved. He would not have had another year upon the earth, bathed in the light and love of one woman and then another.

I returned and once again knelt close.

“You’ll stay now, boy?” Her eyes were liquid dreams.

His eyes had seemed to glaze over. He saw me across the girl but did not attempt recognition. Tommy was awaiting “go.”

“Yes, I’ll stay, Girl. I promise.”

(Out-of-body) came straight for me.

She kept her left hand busy stroking his face. He kissed her fingertips and caressed her nipples.

“I want you to watch. I want you to see, boy. Tommy is going to fuck Girl.” Now she was in the third person.

She turned from me.

“Tommy.”

He took over, picked her up in his arms, and set her back on his side of the bed, away from me. The mount was immediate. He lifted and placed Girl’s right ankle across his left shoulder blade, the pink shell shade at once catching my attention.”

“Yes, boy. Yes.” A hiss.

The darn guy lifted her left leg and attempted to place it on his right shoulder.

She forbade it. Damn, rights. I’d never been allowed both ankles.

“No, Cully, no, you’ll hurt me. Just one, baby. Hurry, Cully, I want it.”

“No, Tommy, remember just one ankle, darling, just one. You promised.”

Son-of-a-gun, he’d already attempted both and had had one up there, at his apartment.

Tommy nodded, resigned to her refusal to have both ankles up and over.

Was I disappointed? In a word, (yes). Because I was forbidden didn’t necessarily mean I wanted Tommy done likewise.

In control once again, Girl folded her left leg to accommodate his mount, which she did reject one last time.

“Now, Tommy, now you may place my left ankle, darling. You wouldn’t hurt Girl would you?”

He was ready: “No, I will never hurt you.”

“Girl.” My whispered warning for her physical well being.

It was, rejected, outright.

“Ssshhh, Cully, Tommy wouldn’t hurt us for all the rice in China. Watch.”

That ankle too went up and over, the pink shell shade I made sure to confirm.

“Tommy, do it to me.”

Did I look at the crisis point? Yes, I did. I wanted to see it.

That little beaver, the soft brown hair neatly coiffed and just below that at the ready, Tommy. How it got in each time remained a mystery the entire tenure of Tommy.

“Gracious, girl, doesn’t it hurt?” I’d queried her numerous times.

“No, he’s very gentle, Cully. He loves me.” The same answer. Always.

He slid it, not all of it, but a healthy portion. Just disappeared inside the girl.

“Yes, Tommy, it’s soooooo easy.”

A man knows without being told what a loose bag means during intercourse, yes? It means there is time to linger, time to fuck, time to enjoy oneself, and the woman who you’re fucking. For you both to benefit and find joy in the act of sexual intercourse. Tommy’s bag was loose, so it made perfect sense that the initial siege that night would be lengthy. It was indeed.

Tommy knew how to make Girl feel good and sated. He knew how to manipulate Girl during lovemaking. Tommy was a master, a grown man, a mature man who’d knew his way and had that confidence. Sounds easy, and he made it look easy.

He slowly moved inside of her as I felt forgotten. How could that be when I was but a few inches away? I didn’t grudge it, not whatsoever. I was relieved. I wanted to watch more than anything, except to hear, and I got to do both as they coupled extensively. I didn’t watch the clock, that never crossed my mind, and I’m a clock watcher by nature from way back. I just went to my knees, folded my hands on the edge of the bed, my chin on that fold, and watched.

“Cully, I knew you were there, but it was okay that I didn’t include you any more than I did. I wanted to devote myself to Tommy. I got lost in it. There was only him, just him. Tommy, and that’s what I wanted. Him.”

And he was incredibly strong. After slowly fucking Girl with both ankles where he’d set them, he joined them together in his left hand, shifted her ankles a bit to her right, and fucked her that way. I had the perfect angle as his cock just slid in and out with relative ease, the shaft wet and shiny from their movement. Always had a reserve of a few inches. His sack bloated and loose, gently landing on her nether region; the knot, covering it as he’d stall just a beat, twitch just the slightest, urging Girl to sigh or squeal time and time again till Girl and l thought we’d lose our minds. No wasted movement. No arms and legs, flailing.

“No, Tommy, no, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. I need it. I need you to do it to me. Don’t stop.”

He’d resume the gentle, insistent, pounding of Girl’s body. There’d be no denial steeped on the stoppage to frustrate her.

What Girl wanted in their bed and out of their bed, Girl got.

Tommy carefully lowered Girl’s legs and slowly withdrew from her body.

Girl: “Nooooooooo, Tommy.”

Tommy: “Come here, baby-girl.”

He gathered her into his embrace, parted Girl’s knees, his cock lodged of its own accord, and once again, Tommy pushed inside of the girl, then held still with the requisite couple inches left in reserve. They were face-to-face.

“I am your baby-girl, aren’t I, Tommy?”

“Yes.” His voice with the slightest of tremors to it.

“Nice and deep. I like it when you do it to me nice and deep like this. It’s like when we were at your place, isn’t it, Tommy?”

“Girl.” With concern.

“It’s okay, Cully knows. He wants us to be together like this.”

She’d locked his eyes with hers. I’d been there numerous times, though not quite like this.

“Boy, tell him, tell Tommy that’s it’s alright that we’re together. That’s it’s okay. Cully understands, don’t you, darling?”

She’d not taken her eyes from his.

I did, so, I did:

“I do. I understand, Tommy.”

“Culburn.” Just the name, but he meant it, of that there was no concern.

He’d not taken his eyes from hers.

“Tommy, please kiss me now. I love it when we kiss each other. Okay, Tommy? Tommy. I like the way your name sounds when I say it. Tommy. Yes. I like that. Tommy, kiss me.”

And he did.

(The reserves.)

Her brow furrowed.

“I was full, Cully. But, I’d have taken as much as he gave me. I wanted to be brave, just for him, just for Tommy. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Tommy doesn’t have a mean bone in his body, does he, boy?”

She was telling it.

“No, sweetheart, he doesn’t.”

“I could feel it, Cully, just like I feel you when you’re ready to give up the ghost. He was so sweet that little cutie-pie. He thought he’d last forever. His eyes, Cully, Tommy’s eyes watered just a bit. Now don’t ever tell him about that, okay?”