0 comments/ 35188 views/ 9 favorites Divorced and Available By: egmontgrigor2010 CHAPTER 1 Dillon James is just your everyday loser. He'd not gone to college, still lived at home at the age of twenty-four and his job was selling men's shoes. He made time for himself by reading only the comic strips in the newspaper, loved to fish and his main intellectual activity was sitting on the bench outside the city art gallery talking to his pals. On the romantic front Dillon maintained a casual relationship with Betty Irons who also dated most of his mates and for all of his shortcomings, his mom loved him while his dad preferred not to talk expansively about his son. His sister Rose confided to her friends that Dillon was the best sex partner she'd ever had, and speaking in the most intimate sense, she knew plenty of guys and it was not widely known two of his mom's married sisters were in a position to confirm Dillon really delivered a great bang. Alas the owner of the shoe store took ill and died after overdosing on contaminated shellfish and the business collapsed as a result of the money owned to his creditors being four times greater than his realizable assets. The new owner of the premises, Steve Daniels, converted the business in to a cell phone store and asked Dillon if he'd like to stay on and sell phones. The lean, dark curly-headed affable guy drawled, "Oh yeah, great. Is the pay any good?" The basic pay rate plus the bonus rate based on personal sales made Dillon's eyes gyrate. He was definitely interested and when Steven said he'd send Dillon to a half-day sales course to bring him up to speed on the products being stocked, Dillon jumped on to the payroll. He learned things at the sales course, such as some women match the cover of their phone to their eyes or their hair or that it must fit into the pocket for cell phones in their handbag or they had to have a password enabled phone book so their husbands couldn't scroll through and learn the names of casual lovers or party pill suppliers. It was a learning curve for the young man and came to an end during a client's demonstration. "This can't be your smallest phone," complained the senior high school student. "I could get it up my vagina." "Bullshit," Dillon snorted, believing the 18-year-olds were lining up to steal a couple of phones rather than buy them. "Show him it's true Jill," said her friend. Jill squatted and most of the phone had disappeared into her depths. That's when Steve entered the showroom after looking at his security monitors and yelled, "What the hell is going on here?" "This prospective client wanted to test just how small this model of phone really is," Dillon explained, quite unperturbed, knowing it was store policy to allow phones on display to be tested and he'd unhooked it for his customer. "Young woman get the hell out of her and take that phone with you," Steve roared. "Dillon you're fired." Dillon protested his innocence unsuccessfully and collected his jacket and his hastily made-up termination pay and left the store. An attractive woman who appeared under forty got out of a parked car he'd just passed and called, "Dillon." "Yes ma'am?" "I'm Jill's mother. She is upset that her stupid behavior has cost you your job." "Don't blame her, blame the store owner. It is store policy to allow prospective customers to test the phones as they see fit." "And seeing the phone disappearing into Jill's um, thingy, didn't shock you?" "It surprised me ma'am, that's all. I'd not come across such a quirky test before." "Well the phone needs cleaning up but it goes. Are you able to clean it for Jill?" "Yes of course." "Then please come home with us." In the car Jill shyly apologized to Dillon for doing such a stupid thing with unfortunate results for him only to be told by Dillon not to worry. "These things happen." Jill's mother introduced herself as Denise Coleman and as they reached home her husband Keaton drove in behind them. Jill introduced the two men. Denise related the phone test story and Dillon was surprised Keaton merely grinned and then taking the phone wrapped in a handkerchief he unbundled it and sniffed and said "Jesus" and laughed. Jill wandered off and Keaton said, "Come in for a beer before you start working on the phone. Were you carnally attracted to my daughter when you saw where she was stuffing your phone?" "No." "Are you sure?" "Of course, she'd under the minimum age for me and that's my standard. A guy has to have limits." "Oh yes of course. Look I have a cell phone that doesn't work. Could you take a look at that?" "Yes sure." Mrs Coleman began starting dinner and invited Dillon to stay and eat with them. He accepted, pulling out his phone and calling his mom to advise he would have dinner out. "You spoke very nicely to your mother." "That shouldn't be surprising Mrs Coleman. She's one of my favorite people." Mrs Cole man appeared really surprised at that comment although said nothing. She set up paper towels on one side of the kitchen bench for Dillon and placed the wrapped phone on a towel. Keaton arrived with two beers and a wine for his wife. He watched Dillon wave away the rubber gloves his wife was offering and asked were the gloves too thick. "No but I don't mind pussy juice on my hands providing I wash before eating." "Oh God," Mrs Coleman said, spraying the plants on the shelf against the kitchen window with wine she'd just sipped. Keaton bellowed in laughter and Dillon, trying not to laugh, apologized to her for making her laugh at the wrong time. She said not to apologize; that what she'd just heard had been funnier than most jokes people told her. "You are so natural and so relaxed," she said. "Most men would never use the word pussy in front of a woman unless they knew her extremely well." "Mom always says my irreverence will get me into hot water." "Good use of the word," Keaton said, pulling out his disable phone from a kitchen drawer and placing it on the bench. "I'm going to watch a bit of TV. Come in when you're finished here Dillon." "Ma'am..." "Call me Denise please. There is no need to turn conservative just because Keaton has left the room." "Um I need cotton buds and if you have it, 100% pure 200 proof ethyl alcohol." "You are in luck. I have both and use the alcohol to clean my best jewelry." "You are a real handy woman to know." Denise smiled, standing rather close to him. "Just how well do you anticipate getting to know me Dillon," she said, almost whispering. "I-I-I oh God," he said, blushing and looking shocked. It occurred to him that Denise was far more relaxed and approachable than her husband, in fact very approachable. "Oh Dillon, I'm sorry. I was only teasing." He nodded and they both looked down at Denise's hand on his forearm. She removed it, unhurriedly and inside two minutes returned with the items he'd requested. Meanwhile he'd taken the other cell phone to pieces and located the problem. Jill's new phone had spill-resistant buttons so the cleaning operation was a breeze. "Will it always smell of pussy juice?" Denise asked. Dillon held Jill's phone for Denise to sniff. Her nose made three twitches and her full lips parted. Dillon looked at those lips in astonishment, realizing those lips were not dissimilar to pussy lips side-on, pussy lips not showing the inner lips that is. He'd already learned that looking at the shape of some female's butts was not dissimilar to looking at their breasts straight on in instances where the cleavage was minimal. He regarded this as an amazing discovery. She said softly, "I only smell lingering alcohol." "As that goes only the normal smell of a phone will remain. You have beautiful lips." Her lips opened at she gazed at him with her hazel eyes suited to her olive skin and brunette hair. "Thank you. I appreciate that comment from one so young. Are you twenty-five?" "Early next year." "Oooh oh so young. Are you sexually well experienced?" "Yes and you?" Denise rocked with laughter and had to stop slicing the raw beef. She steadied herself and said he had real humor. She said, "I meant with older women." Dillon said nervously, "We are speaking confidentially I take it?" "Yes, very much so. I'll wring you're neck if you relate any of this to anyone. Answer my question." "Yes two of my aunties." Denise dropped the knife with a big clang into the stainless steel sink and smothered her mouth with the clean glove that had been holding the knife. Her entire body above the bench appeared to be convulsing and that gave Dillon and instant boner. He moved right in against the bench to conceal it. "God the things you are prepared to say to me," she said sniffing, her eyes shining. "Do you like me?" "Yeah you have great tits." "No I didn't mean that." Dillon remembered the phrase her husband had used, "Yeah I'm carnally attracted." "Omigod, I was meaning do you like me as a person?" "Sorry." "Oh don't be sorry. I'm almost overcome that a young man should think of me like that." "You are a nice person." "Please don't go over the top Dillon," Denise said, placing the glove with drying meat juices over his arm. "Oh sorry," She drew here hand away and they looked at the bloodstains on his arm. Dillon cracked, "Are you menstruating?" Denise lurched around in circles cackling helplessly. Keaton came running in and caught her just as she banged a hip against the kitchen table and began to fall. "What is it?" he asked, as Denise grabbed a paper towel to dab her eyes. "Young Einstein over there," she said, breathing unsteadily, "just asked me do I still menstruate at my age." "Oh god Dillon," Keaton said. "How did you manage to say that? I can't bare to think about it let alone use such a word." "Don't be too hard on yourself Keaton," said their young guest. His hosts looked at him wide-eyed. "Simply regarded it as part of normal female physiology. Did you skip biology classes at school?" "Er half the time I had my hand over my ears." "Well learn to deal with it, okay? And remember you're not the only guy who has this problem. You know I remember my mom saying when my younger sister began to have periods and was totally embarrassed about it for a while. Mom taught her to say 'Aunt Flo is visiting mom'. Denise howled in laughter while Keaton managed a weak smile as he said, "Thanks pal." Keaton looking wide-eyed reluctantly smelt the phone and declared, "Smells just like a new phone to me" and he returned to watch TV, taking a fresh beer. "Can't imagine Keaton licking butt or pussy," he said, and heard Denise suck in breath. He continued to examine the phone, grinning. A few minutes later he went to the TV room and told Keaton his old phone was fixed and Denise had found the charger and it was now on charge. "God you are brilliant. I'd dropped it one last time and it wouldn't work and the guy on phone support told me it would be cheaper to buy a new phone than to courier the phone to them and back to have a new circuit board installed." "Some of those guys are salespersons rather than technicians," Dillon said. "That final impact bent two of the battery prongs. It was an easy fix." "Thanks." Keaton said, "Denise has asked me to do something about getting you back into work because Jill was responsible for you being fired." "What kind of work?" "Well we can't afford to take you on fulltime because Jill and I run a small business and we have more people that we need with sales falling off. But I can put you on a contract with a retainer based of eighty bucks a week for you to work two hours before you start earning whatever hours you put in at forty an hour. You must do those two hours a week minimum just checking out our phones, pagers and minor work on computers if you are tech savvy enough to do that?" "Yeah, when I left school I did a two-year course on electronics, mostly on-line for computers and hand-held electronic aids that included garage door openers and TV and other home appliance hand controls." "Oh great, you're the man. I can probably interest some other guys I know who run small businesses to place you on retainer contract." "Yeah?" "Yeah Dillon." Denise was reaching up to place something into the microwave when Dillon returned to the kitchen. Working on instinct he took the risk and grabbed a handful of butt and squeezed. "Don't Dillon." He grinned, aware she'd whispered that rebuke but also had pushed back at him. "Keaton is going to engage me on a maintenance contract of two hours a week plus money for any further hours I'm required to work on his electronics stuff and intends to interest other guys he knows in my availability." "Oh that's great Dillon," said Denise, now standing so close to him their hips were touching. She watched him clean up, and would have noticed how precise he was in his movements. "The trash can is below my thighs," she whispered. "Then move away you silly cow," he grinned. She laughed and moved off to another dinner task. "Jill graduates from High School this Thursday and then we are going to the lake. Would you like to come with us?" "I can't be alone with Jill and you. Denise I regard you as being so hot." Her cheeks burned. "Keaton is coming with us for a few days." "Well okay, discuss it with Keaton." Over dinner Denise said, "Darling why don't we invite Dillon to come to the late with us?" "Oooh yes," Jill cried but without any extra emotion said, "Dillon can then give me my first sexual experience... er with a man." "No!" Keaton roared and Jill grinned at him and said, "Well you are the decision maker of this family daddy." They ate in silence until Denise said, "You and I will be there to supervise Jill." "Sure will," said Keaton. "And that heat pump needs attention, the stereo is only playing on mono and there's something wrong with the clothes dryer and my food mixer only operates on low." "Those are solid reasons for being at the lake with us buddy," Keaton grinned. "Promise not to assist my daughter advance her sexual experience?" "A few days up at the lake would be good but I make no such promise. Jill is eighteen. If you don't want her doing something then haggle with her, not me." "Okay, okay. Keep you hair on. Yes she is a young adult. Jill I don't want you fucking around with our guest, do you understand?" "Yes daddy and please don't use such foul language in front of mom." "Er right." "And what about warning off mom while you at it?" "Warning her off what? My god. Are you insane? Your mother is pure and anyways she's far too old for Dillon." "If you say so daddy," said the know-all. "Warn me off Keaton," Dillon challenged quietly as if believing it was a non-issue. "Nah why waste my breath. If only Denise was that interested in sex." "Well with that horrid little discussion over may we get on with a proper family discussion over dinner," Denise said. "Dillon I apologize for my family embarrassing you." "It's okay Denise. I hadn't realized this family was so big into sex." Jill sighed. Denise giggled. And Keaton shook his head sadly at Dillon. Dillon was relieved that messy period had ended. Then he felt Denise's foot, now without it's blue scuff, touch his pants just below the knee and slowly descend. He glanced at her. She was looking at him intently. In panic Dillon said, "Lovely meal Denise." "Why thank you," she said, running her tongue under the bottom of her top lip. "It's lovely having someone appreciate my cooking." "The steak's great," Keaton said, looking up. "You're lightly seasoned mushrooms are divine mom." Denise smiled appreciatively. "We'll leave for the lake Friday morning," Keaton said, eyeing Dillon. "Can you be over here at 8:00?" "No give us your address Dillon," Jill said. "We'll pick you up just after 8:00 won't we mom." "Oh yeah," Keaton said. * * * As Keaton drove to pick up Dillon on Friday, he said to Jill he was adamant he didn't want her messing around with Dillon. "Okay dad, I got the message on Tuesday evening. Anyways Joanne's father appears to be taking a keen interest in me and they're up at the lake as from today." "What!" "Keaton calm down. The little bitch is only winding you up. It wouldn't matter anyway because Jean told me Cliff has had a vasectomy." "What? What the hell else do you women talk about?" "Vasectomies it seems dad when up at the lake because every day follows the other much the same, nothing much is left to talk about. Have you had one?" "Mind your fucking business." "Yes he has but that still doesn't meant you can sleep with your father." "Oh Christ, now everyone will know." "Aw give me a break dad. My girlfriends are more interest to learn who are you poking, if anyone, rather that whether you fire live ammunition." "Right that's it. We've going to the airport and Jill you will fly to your grandparents to spend summer on the ranch." "Oh god no, please dad, this is destined to be the best summer of my life. I was only making things up to amuse myself dad, honest. If I left you two talking mom would be talking about food and the office and you'd be talking about golf and the office. That stuff is dead boring for me." "Well do you promise to stop winding me up?" "Yes daddy, I promise to act like the mature young adult I'm suppose to be." "We'll be holding you to that promise Jill." "Okay mom, I expected that. I'll just sit here in the back of this vehicle thinking about jerking off Dillon but having no intention of doing anything about it." Here parents sighed. They stopped at the totally immodest house, saw one of the four garages open and there was Dillon waving. Denise and Keaton gaped in disbelief. "Jesus Dillon is Jennifer James' son." "Who is JJ when she's home?" Jill yawned. Her mom said, "The only real tennis star this city has produced and she still coaches and his father Doug only retired from the professional golf tour three years ago." "God how boring being the son of parents like that," Jill said. "I'm much happier having nobody parents like you two. This explains why Dillon is so screwed up and was selling phones instead of real estate." "How do you figure that out?" "His parents will have ordered him to work from the bottom up before they divest some of their wealth his way." "That would be inhuman." "Yeah mom, will that's what top-shelf career parents are. They had to be like that to get to the top." Dillon loped down with his backpack. "Hi guys, god you two women look great." Keaton's chest appeared to swell as if the compliment was actually aimed at him for being the husband and father and therefore responsible for how they looked. "Um Keaton is their room on top for my wind-surfer." "Sure buddy. This big baby carries everything we can throw at it. What about your tennis racket and golf clubs." "Nah those pursuits don't really interest me. My preference is just me and the wind." "Omigod Dillon, can you teach me how to wind surf?" "Yeah baby, providing your parents don't mind me touching you to get your feet into position and the right arch in your back to counter-balance the wind force." "Oh teach me too," Denise cried, and Keaton said. "Me too but go easy on the touching." The gear was loaded and they were off. "I'm surprised your parent's didn't come out to wave you off. I know you mother," Denise said. Jill said, "Mom it's summer, he's parents will be in the South of France." "Don't be silly dear." "Um she's close, Denise. They are hipping it up on the so-called Italian Riviera on the motor-yacht of millionaire friends." "Oh how romantic," Denise sighed. Divorced and Available "How fucking boring actually," Dillon grinned. "I went with them last summer but never again. The females spend half of their time drinking sweet wine and eating cream cases and talked about the need to loose weight while their husbands moaned about their wives being frugal about sex. The guys drank excessively and kept popping pills to sooth their ulcers and to avoid spewing on the polished wood deck." "Oh god, how to spoilt romantic thoughts in thirty seconds," Denise moaned. Dillon grinned. "Fortunately those oldies have daughters with them with tits spilling out of their bikini tops and bored out of their minds." "Way to go," Keaton laughed. "Do it excessively while you're young my boy, that's my advice. Jill worked her hand across the gap to Dillon's hand. He lifted his hands and rode with them cupped behind his head. Jill sat glaring out of her side window. Jill's good humor returned a few minutes later when her mom asked, "Dillon with your parents well established financially what were you doing selling phones instead of them financing you into your own business?" "I was selling shoes before phones and before that I worked for a landscape gardener doing his fetch and carry and then clean-up boy. My parents, particularly my father, want me to start at the bottom and work my way up so that I gain fundamental understanding of the realities of life." Jill continuing to look out of the window reached back with her hand. She smiled at Dillon gripped her hand, squeezed it and then held on to it. Dillon had an amazing time, his best ever summer short break he assured his hosts. He worked at teaching Jill and Denise how to windsurf and was rewarded with success, particularly with Jill who proved to have great balance, body strength and understanding and on the second day she went 400 yards solo, turned rather unsteadily, but regained her confidence and returned all the way at speed and was ever so elated. Denise, surprisingly, was almost into the straps as quickly as Jill but was hopeless at turning without falling off and turning the board by hand but she had the strength to haul the water-covered sail back up and get underway again. She was so grateful she whispered to her tutor, "Get a hand on my breasts when the sail is between us and our lake house" and another time, "That short burst exceeded my expectations. I'm falling off now, please grab my pussy before I stand up." On both occasions she had her hand down inside the front of Dillon's shorts and busily groped. Keaton, unfortunately, was hopeless. He wanted to dominate the board and sail and do everything his way, to no avail. Much to his tutor's relief he gave up after five sinking under the board five times. Dillon lied that he couldn't play tennis and on Saturday watched Jill beginning to go under in the junior women's final. He took her a drink during one of the breaks and said, "You're playing to her strength with your returns. Try to work her backhand whenever you can. She'll lose her confidence after numerous poor returns and then you'll really demoralize her with your serves because she'll be ready to give up." "What do you know about tennis apart from your mom being a tennis coach?" "Mom and I have won our club's mother and son tournament for the past nine years in a row." Impressed, Jill recited, "Returns to the backhand and swing the serves out and volley to her backhand side." "You've got it babe. Nice legs, great tits." "Kiss me." Dillon returned to where Keaton and Denise were sitting with friends. "Why did you kiss my daughter?" "Don be such a frump Keaton," said one of the women sitting with them while the other said Keaton could kiss her anytime he wished. "What in bed?" She spilt her drink laughing and said Dillon was a real devil. The two husbands drank quietly, eyeing Dillon impassively. "Keaton I had things to tell her about her game and didn't want anyone to yell I was coaching." "And I suppose that's okay." "Yes darling, it's very okay," Denise said. "Now watch your daughter have her finest hour." "That's bullshit. Elaine has the superior game." "Only because Jill is playing to it." "Quite right Pamela, quite right," Dillon said. "Another round for everyone?" They all said yes and as Keaton put his glass on the tray he whispered, "Charge this to my account, Coleman 728." "Thanks pal." He returned with the drinks and Keaton said dryly. "So much for good coaching instructions. Jill has just gone down to service." "Relax Keaton, she'll probably take this game without dropping a point." He was correct and seventy minutes later their party joined in the clapping as Jill was presented with the Lakeside Junior Female Summer Cup. The next day Jill went off with girlfriends and Denise went with girlfriends for lunch at the Country Club. Just after Denise left Keaton took a call and said it was the golf club, enquiring if he could find a partner to complete the fours for the summer men's tournament. Keaton asked Dillon to play with him and they were entered. Dillon entered the pro shop and came out with just a 5-iron and putter. "Where are the rest of your clubs?" Keaton asked. "You won't be allowed to borrow mine because this is a tournament." "Most of these guys will be bad weekend players Keaton. They'll resent you for bringing me if I play to my potential." Keaton laughed and said every golfer usually hoped to play to their potential but rarely did. "Well I do." "Oh yeah?" When they registered the starter's assistant asked Keaton for his name and handicap. He told her. "Plus one." "Oh is that so? Please allow me to check. Club and full name please. This field is limited to registered players." Keaton had heard Dillon make that declaration and came over to try to do a deal. "Maureen young Dillon is my guest. Can't you bend a little...?" "Jesus you play on plus one, same as your father," Maureen cooed. That meant to play to his handicap on the 72-par course Keaton would have to card a gross 71. Maureen went off and spoke to the club president who was waiting to tee-off in the first four. He came over and introduced himself to Dillon and they shook hands. We are making an adjustment to the field to allow you and Keaton to play with me and our club patron Sammy Neill." "Jesus not Samuel J. K. Neill?" "He's the one son and can still play off 10. We'll enjoy watching you play. Where are your clubs?" "I'm playing with these two sir. I can play a pretty mean 5-iron." "No doubt but what happens if you bunker? We have 46 bunkers waiting for any indiscretion? "Well thanks for the tip. I'll play with discretion as well as you guys." "Funny guy but I like your spirit." There were chuckles all around as the field of following plays watched three of the first four plays carrying summer bags with at least eight clubs per bag and the fourth player carrying just two clubs, one of which was a putter. Already they news was out that the young guy was Doug James' son. No one had to ask who was Doug James because he'd twice played in exhibition rounds at the club some years ago. The onlookers clapped and looked thoughtful as Dillon powerfully drill his 5-iron to come to rest (in dry summer conditions) level with the left-hand bunker 240 yards away. Only Phil the club president, playing on an eight, reached within 10 yards of Dillon but finished in the right rough. Several hours later Keaton and Dillon each received a dinner voucher valued at $80 for coming runner-up in the tournament and Dillon and two other guys each received a box of Callaway gold balls by returning the lowest scoring cards of 68 gross. After prize-giving Dillon drove Keaton's Ford Explorer back to the house to fetch the two women for drinks and dinner. He found Jill watching TV and he mom was in bed sleeping off dinner. He briefed Jill and she went off to wake her mom. An hour later they were on their way to the country club. They had a big night and mainly hung about next day and at 4:30 Keaton and Dillon were packed up, ready to leave. Denise wanted Dillon to stay to look after them but dropped the idea when Keaton said a little suspiciously, "You guys have been okay to leave here unaccompanied before this." "Dad I was thinking of going on an overnight hike with Dillon as my guide." "Dillon is coming back with me," Keaton said firmly. "Yeah I'm being put to work to progress a little farther on my outstanding career," Dillon joked and the family looked at him sadly. Keaton told Dillon to drive and that gave Dillon time to think. Given the choice whom would he pick, Denise or Jill? Well he hadn't got far with either of them, had he? During the four days he'd rubbed both of them on the tits and pussy and Jill had invited him to fuck her but with her parents looking on that was nothing more that bravado and she'd done nothing to set up to allow it to happen and Denise had simply made it clear, without actually saying it, she was available to do whatever he wanted with her but she'd done nothing to set it up. Actually the lake house was so small there was no opportunity for nocturnal happenings because Jill had been sleeping in the alcove that was the sunroom for her parent's bedroom, and he slept in one of the four bunks in the tiny room Jill usually occupied. Yeah his only chance had been to send either Jill or Denise to dinner with Keaton last night. Oh yeah, and with Keaton already bubbling last night when he'd left to pick up the women was he suggesting Keaton wouldn't have noticed either his wife or daughter were missing and so was his guest?" Oh yeah, he would have noticed all right. As they approached the city Keaton sat up straight and rubbed his eyes. "Oh Dillon don't be alarmed by this question but I'm interested in the answer. Have you fucked my wife?" "No." Keaton considered that and then, "Is that an honest answer?" "Yeah. There has been lack of opportunity and any way I have no idea what Denise would think about being involved with me like that." "So you haven't thought about fucking her and Jill?" "I didn't say that and you could add some of Denise's friends. God half the day I think about fucking some female Keaton, don't you?" "No longer do I dwell on it half the day buddy but occasionally it crosses my mind. You know you'll all right. You tell me how it is and I admire you for that. God there are guys I do business with on trust who are creeps compared with you. Also I'm telling you this, I'm ever so proud and grateful for what you did for me yesterday. In all the years I've been at that club that was the first time I went up to collect a prize for anything, for fucking anything. My heart almost burst in pride." "Gee man, cut it out will you. I've never been able to do anything like that for my mom and father. For years they have regarded me as a failure and have told me they wished they'd had a girl instead of me," Dillon sniffed. "Jesus they said it like that, rather than they saying they wished you were a girl?" "Yeah, both of them are tough bastards Keaton. You have no idea." "Well pal, I'm giving you a thousand bucks bonus for sharing that runner-up title with me yesterday, I'll get my pals in business to give you a trial and you have my permission to fuck my wife." "Listen Keaton, you are still recovering from that hard night last night. When you awake tomorrow morning you will regret having said that about Denise and if you don't mind that money is way too generous as you played a pretty mean game yourself to help get us there. "What say you say nothing to Denise about turning herself on to me and I'll not going to look for a piece of Denise but perhaps on day I might seek a piece of Jill. In the meantime you just try to help launch me into profitable work as a Mr Fix-it Contractor. Is that a deal?" "Yeah of course because that's what you want. Denise is too old for you. We all know that." "And she's married to you." "Oh yeah, right." * * * Keaton and Denise ran a small business employing thirteen women, making custom curtains, drapes and blinds, with half of their turnover coming from orders received from home and business décor consultants. It was a type of business Dillon had never heard of but when he thought about it he realized someone would have to make those things. The women in the large workshop giggled at Dillon when Keaton took him on tour and openly flirted with him within hours of him being introduced. He spent two days working twenty hours beyond his two-hour contract and Keaton boggled at the amount of improvements Dillon achieved in that time. The female workers were complaining of the heat. Dillon knew he couldn't touch the big air-conditioning unit that was under service contract but he looked at all the open windows and doors and shook his head, knowing cooled air was flowing out of those openings. He also couldn't understand why the fully exposed ducting was fixed around the perimeter of the room rather than sited to deposit cooled air (summer) and warm air (colder weather) immediately down on to areas where the women mostly worked. He quickly drew up a plan of the existing placement of the distribution tubing and the outlets and then drew in his recommended layout in red. Keaton studied the proposal and said, "Makes sense to do it. I'll get it done." "Pay me to do the work. I'll be faster and cheaper that any professionals you bring in." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Then go to it but don't touch the air conditioning unit." "I'll do the work at nights rather than disrupting work by having those horny women attempting to look up the legs of my shorts." The almost humorless Keaton actually laughed. "You can be so funny. Little wonder Denise wants to have sex with you." "She doesn't Keaton and you know that." "Then why when I call her up at the lake does she ask about you as soon as I've told her I'm doing fine?" "She does?" "Yes." "I have no idea except perhaps a sense of ownership because I now contract to work for the company." "She doesn't ask about the women." "Well perhaps this is something you ought to discuss with Denise. Do you tell her you're missing her?" "No." "That you can't wait to get back to her on Friday." "But she can anticipate that." "Don't you think she'd valued you telling her that over her anticipation?" "Jesus mate, I can't over do it like that. Every inch you give a woman she attempts to stretch it into a foot." "Now you're boasting about your dick." Keaton went off cackling, leaving Dillon wondering about just what depth was there to Keaton's relationship with his wife. He'd never heard them sweet-talking. Even his hard-baked mom and dad were into that. His phone went. "Hi." He looked around guiltily and no one was looking at him accusingly, in fact not looking his way at all. "Why are you calling?" Denise said as his joint employer she was entitled to enquire about his welfare. "I'm okay but I'm really missing you." He heard Denise gasp and thought Jesus, he should not have said that. "What part of me do you miss most or think about most. Use the word cunt if you wish. No one's used that word to me since I graduated college." "Your hands that cook food so expertly," Dillon said desperately trying to get beyond the sphere of cunt. "What?" she said, sounding bewildered. "You are a superb cook Denise. You should know that." "Perhaps I do but no one tells me that. Dillon before I die I want your cock far up my back passage." "Well that assures you of having a long life Denise because you'll be waiting a very long time." Jesus Keaton could kill him having a conversation like this with his wife. "I must go. I have to call Keaton." The connection ended. Jesus he was done for. Ten minutes later Keaton came out to Dillon who was servicing the fax machine that was no longer under service contract and had not been touched for yonks. Dillon braced himself for the onslaught, thinking perhaps it would be confined to a verbal attack. "Denise just called me. She worried about you living alone while your parents are away. She says for all we know you might be surviving on tinned cat food. Jesus mate, I'm doing what she suggests. You're coming home to live with me until your parents return home." "But I'm managing okay." "Denise told me to expect resistance. Finish what you're doing and here are the keys. Go in the Explorer and collect everything you'll need in staying with us for a month or so." "Well I have to sleep with you?" Keaton grinned. "We know you are a funny man but there's no need to display your filthy humor." "Will I have to cook?" "No you idiot. We'll eat out, all meals, but as Denise says you'll be under my supervision." Left alone again Dillon began thinking about Denise and knew what she was doing: drawing him irrevocably into her web. If he had any sense he'd get out and get out tonight. He pictured himself escaping and going home jumping into his mom's car heading to... er the lake. He'd knock on the door and Jill would say, 'Oh hi, why are you here?' He'd say he was there to fuck her mom and Jill would say well her mom certainly was in need of it and then would plead could she join them? God what a fucking sexy wench, Dillon grinned and snapped out of that fanciful dreaming. He designed the ceiling supports with aluminum support spans at the base to take the weight of the tubing and borrowing the Explorer went to a nearby extrusion and fabrication plant working nightshift and was told he could pick up his order in the morning. He then scouted around and found the twelve adjustable vents that he'd install over each work bench, the packaging and dispatch area and over the fax machine. He then went home with Keaton, had a shower, watched some TV and they then went out for dinner and at the conclusion of some in-depth chatting a plenty of drinks Dillon was left wishing that Keaton had been his father. Dillon collected the ceiling support 'droppers' next day and purchased the necessary attachment hardware and that evening with Keaton came to collect him to take him home Dillon said he had some work to do and would catch Keaton in the morning. "But I like your company." "Well it's not available tonight."" "Eating out is not half the fun without you being there." "Well collect take-outs and while you are eating and drinking call your wife and have a long chat, telling that you love her and why." "But I don't know why." "Jesus Keaton," Dillon sighed and cut the call. * * * Keaton was at work next morning at 8:15, a few minutes before his team began sauntering in, and stared in awe at the nicely leveled and reasonable aesthetic realigned air-conditioning reticulation system. "Kid you are magnificent," he breathed. He went into his office and found a letter addressed to him. It read: 'Dear Keaton Thanks for everything. I enjoyed your company and knowing you. I'm off to try to find a life that will appease my parents. Please say goodbye to Denise and Jill for me. Please make a huge effort to appease Denise my friend otherwise I fear she will leave you. I suggest counseling. She wants to hear you say things to her and to give the kind of attention she desires rather than the attention you think she wants from you. Both of your please support Jill make it through college successful and love her. Bye. Dillon PS: I wish I had a family like the Coleman Family.' CHAPTER 2 Six years later Dillon returned home to visit his parents but first visited the Coleman's business, the first time he'd been in contact with them since he'd left the city. The place was now noisy and changed and Dillon worked out after a couple of glances that Keaton had switched to making kitchen fittings: there were cabinets everyone and machinery buzzing. He knew this would be foreign activity to Keaton. Divorced and Available A guy came over smiling and pulled off his earmuffs. "Hi I'm Roger. Are you interested in having your kitchen or bathroom remodeled?" "No but thanks for the offer. Actually I'm looking for Keaton Coleman." "Keaton sold to my partner and me four years ago when he and his wife were going through their divorce. He now operates the cell phone and hand-helds store over on Lincoln Street." Dillon recalled with a start the phone store where he used to work was on Lincoln. The guy was busy so Keaton left, heading for Lincoln. He found the store was now called Coleman's Cell Phone Center. He told the slim earnest guy with an over-grown thicket for hair he wished to see the boss. Instead of walking off the young guy pulled out a phone, pressed one button and after a slight pause said, "Someone here to see you Keaton." A recognizable Keaton emerged, although gaunt, looking older with a receding hairline and glasses but he's retained was the enquiring look and measured movement still familiar to Dillon. "Hi Keaton." Keaton said hi but said that without conviction as if still wondering who the hell was this caller? "I'm Dillon, Dillon James." Keaton took in the expensive suit and the meatier frame of the guy who now must be thirty, tipped up his glasses to take a closer look and said, "By god, so you are. Howyadoing buddy?" He embraced Dillon and they both engaged in back-slapping. Keaton said, "Just a moment and I'll grab a jacket. Tina I'm over at Della's for coffee, If my wife calls take a message. I won't have my phone with me." Tina, a sexy-looking 18-year-old blonde who was attending to an elderly client, looked up at Keaton and smiled curiously. Well Keaton was warm, friendly and forthcoming. It had happened just like Dillon had warned. Keaton had failed to work on his marriage and Denise had finally given up on him and requested a divorce. He's suggested counseling and she'd agreed but according to Keaton the fool of a counselor spend most of her time chipping away at him for not making a real effort and so that expensive interlude also failed. "Where are Jill and Denise now?" Keaton said Jill completed her accountancy degree and then married her boyfriend from the same class. They now lived 250 miles away in his hometown and were very happy with a kid who was now eighteen months old. "And Denise?" "I have no idea. The termination of our marriage was total termination. She left and we haven't been in contact since. I visit Jill twice a year and believe she and Denise remain in contact but Jill and I never mention her. Jill comes here once a year but stays at a hotel. She and my new wife had a row the first time they met." The remainder of the time with Keaton was just like kicking tires and being mostly unproductive. He didn't ask what Dillon was up to these days and with that lack of interest Dillon didn't bother telling him. It appeared Keaton was just being polite socializing with Dillon so after twenty minutes he said he had to go and despite the handshake he felt the message was clear: he was nothing more than a stranger to Keaton. Keaton felt a stirring and believed as least one partner in that former lop-sided former marriage would be keen to see him. Denise would be forty-five now and he understood some women that age remained interested in sex. How large a segment was 'some' he had no idea simply because people tended not to talk about that sort of thing. His mom would know. He stopped opposite their house and phoned. His mom answered and he said hi mom and she screamed "Dillon!" and that made his ears ring. "Where are you?" "About to come up your driveway." "Oh great, we'll be down to meet you." He held the phone away from his ear and heard her scream, "Doug to the front door. Dillon's home." This excited Dillon, making him feel he was welcome to return to the fold. He'd always called his mom on the last Sunday of the month and occasionally his dad had taken the phone to say hi and ask was Dillon successful yet. Dillon would say something like, "Well I haven't turned Pro yet" and his dad would hand the phone back to his wife and she would tell Dillon he ought to be more forthcoming to his father and not tease him. Dillon's reply remained consistent, "Well if he were interested and not have this warped attitude about why I have to be successful then perhaps I might communicate with him more openly." He'd kept his mom informed of his whereabouts and vaguely what he was doing but she appeared more interest in his girlfriend of the moment and always asked was she pregnant. His parents came down the steps looking only slightly older but beautifully groomed, looking very much like two seniors featuring in a advertisement in a luxury resort or international travel magazine. The looked at him admiringly, at least that's what Dillon concluded, and would have noticed the blonde streak in his hair and his gym-toned body. His excited mom planted lipstick on his face, on both cheeks, and his father applied his strong grip, a legacy from being a Pro golfer and pulled away without comment when he felt the uncompromising return grip. Doug kicked a tire of the new-new mid-size Mercedes and grunted, "Did you steal this or is it a rental?" "It's my work car. I've had it since new and with unrestricted private use." "Gee what do you do?" "I'm director of operations for a company specializing in redesign and retrofitting of resort installations here and in four other countries." "Jesus that's interesting. Why didn't you tell me or your mother?" "Dunno, I guess it's because I've always struggled to know what things you really want to know from me or to discuss with me apart from the world of golf." Doug stiffened and Jennifer sighed and with practiced ease said, "Now boys." Father and son dutifully pulled in their horns. "You'll stay with us of course." "Yeah mom thanks. But not in my old room with its memories if that's okay." "Yes dear, not a problem." She too remembered those occasional nights when Doug would return home drunk and beat his son instead of her. Doug looked at them expressionlessly and murmured, "Welcome home son." The two-night stay proved rewarding. During that time Dillon talked to his dad more than he'd probably accumulated in conversations during the past ten years. But the real highlight of his stay came on his final night after his dad had turned in. His mom arrived in with yet more coffee. "These girlfriends of yours, why can't you settle on one of them?" "Because they're not hot women." "God that's all you men ever think of until your drive begins to lag." "My definition of a hot woman includes sex but it means more than that." "What else is there to interest a man than carnal desire?" "I think of that phrase carnal desire at times." "Very frequently I'd think." "Mon I picked that phrase up from you. Until now I never realized it." "Your father could always be egged on with it when I goaded him with it." "Mom!"' "Mothers still have sex after finishing having babies darling. Surely you understand that." "Yes I do." "Your father and I still have sex regularly." Dillon gaped. "And last year in Athens I had a lover, a Frenchman." "Jesus!" "Dillon I'm still your mother and you don't use words like that in that way in my home." "Yes mother." Jennifer smiled. "So exactly what is a hot woman to you?" "A woman who interests me in every way, so much so I can feel her presence when she's near me although I might not be looking at her. It's rather like, um, she triggers my sensory perception." "You see her aura?" "It might be an aura but I don't actual see it; I feel it." Jennifer said hmmm. Dillon waited for her to give him possible insight. Instead she asked, "I gather you have met women like this." "Just the one." His mother sounded excited: "Then where is she?" "I have no idea." Dillon could almost see his mom's nose twitching as she thought she was on to something. "Was it Denise Coleman? You stayed with her and her husband one summer and were working for them when you upped and left here." Jennifer smiled triumphantly, looked at her son's astonished expression." "Ah so it was you who triggered them to divorce. You horrid toad, committing adultery with your boss's wife." "I never had sex with her." "Don't lie to me Dillon." "I'm not and you know that's the truth mom but I wished I'd had," he said looking straight at his mom. "I believe you," she said softly. "Denise called me twice, no three times asking had you managed to land a good job somewhere. I offered her your phone number but she said she had that. The only reason she was calling was to check on your welfare. I told her the little bit I knew and the cheeky bitched asked were you and I estranged." Dillon grinned. "That's Denise, she becomes very direct when concerned. Where is she?" "I have no idea." "Mom!" "Well that's the truth and don't blame me. She asked me not to say she'd contacted me because she was too old for you." "She's not." "She thinks she is and with a daughter at college I think she was too old for you too." "Well she's not. I can't believe..." "Although I said I didn't know where she was I know someone who will, her aunt who was my tennis coach at high school, the first person to recognize I had talent. Milly Wagner is Denise's aunt because the second time Denise called some three or four years ago she told me Milly was her aunt. Get my phone from the kitchen and I'll find Milly's number for you." Dillon felt he was amid a detective novel, engaged in tracking down the heroine who was missing and then dismay, his mother said Denise would have remarried by now. "She can't have married," he yelled and his mom laughed and said people didn't organize their lives for the benefit of Dillon James. His father yelled for them to cut the noise or else close the door. An anxious Dillon tossed and turned for hours before falling asleep. His mom awoke him at 8:00 and handed him the phone. "I called Milly and got her sister's number. Here is Mrs Cate waiting for you to talk to her." "Who's Mrs Cate?" Dillon yawned. "Denise's mom, dummy." With blinding speed Dillon ripped the phone from his mom's grip and was saying hi to Mrs Cate before Jennifer realized the phone had gone from her hand. She grinned and left the room. * * * Dillon began the long drive home to Charlotte, North Carolina, where the headquarters of the company he worked for were located. He'd learned that for the past eighteen months Denise had been working at the international airport for US Air, less than a half hour's drive from where he lived and worked and he often flew US Airways. Her mom had told him other things that Denise had not remarried but she'd been going out for two months with her present boyfriend and no, they didn't live together. But not only that, Mrs Cate said she knew who Dillon was because for the best part of a year after the marital split when Denise was living at home she often mentioned Dillon. "My understanding was you were too young for her?" "That's only a perception, easily changed Mrs Cate." "We yes, I suppose it is. Then go after her young man, she's never yet met a man that she really likes. The fact she sometimes mentioned you must means something and when I asked Jill about you she described you as being adorable." "Your granddaughter is a great kid Mrs Cate." "Don't you mean mother? She and Ted have made me into a great-grandmother." "Well thanks for the address where Denise works Mrs Cate." "She phones twice a week. Should I say you called asking about her?" "Yes, I'd appreciate that." "Where do you live?" "Charlotte Mr Cate and have done so for almost six years." "Omigod. That will interest Denise or else I don't know my daughter. I call that destiny." "Good by Mrs Cate." "Goodbye Dillon. You sound like a very nice young man." He'd laughed and cut the call. God fancy he and Denise living so close. It was scary or as her mom had suggested, perhaps something good was meant to happen between them. She'd called it destiny. When stopped for a lunch break Dillon smiled, thinking he was now a lot closer to Denise. She was forty-five so perhaps could still have a baby, their baby, with medical intervention if necessary but only if she felt up to it. Or perhaps they could adopt a baby? Well she now had to decide between lover boy of two months and him. "Jesus what if she chooses lover boy," Dillon muttered, his day suddenly turning bleak. Well that would be destiny wouldn't it, whichever way the cookie crumbled? He sighed. "A coffee top-up?" the waitress smiled. "Yes please," he smiled. "Do you require anything else," she asked suggestively. "I finish in half an hour." "I'm oozing blood." She splashed coffee into his cup and hurried off. "God why where women always wanting to be fucked and whenever a guy wanted a fuck they couldn't be found?" He grinned. Well that's what life was: complicated in every sense. He worried that Denise might have piled on weight and now waddled instead of walked but thought well her manner and mannerisms ought to be unchanged. Such conjecture was a waste of time, he thought. Wait till their reunion and then decided what had changed, what hadn't and whether they were still on track as a couple. CHAPTER 3 Denise had this premonition that she sometimes experienced, though not in the sense of impending disaster thank god. She remembered getting it two nights before Keaton Coleman finally proposed, just before she realized she was pregnant, one night just when the phone went and it was her mother telling her Denise's father was in hospital with stomach cramps and during one night when she awoke wondering why she had that feeling and she then decided in an instant, putting an end to her fretting, deciding she'd seek a divorce. Now the feeling was with her. God she wasn't pregnant at her age was she? Ronald (he didn't like being called Ron) did the thing she preferred men not to know about her. He grabbed both nipples and tweaked and she felt both legs opens like gates to the citadel. "God not here Ronald," she said as he bent over and pushed a finger under the crotch of her swimsuit and scooped some liquid from her sudden burst of arousal and then held out his finger for her to lick. What a peasant. No way did she ever like to taste herself. How men could head down there and slosh about was a thought that had her close to puking. "Come on, bring that erection to my apartment. Hold your towel over it because everyone is looking," she said, as they walked past people crowding the perimeter of the swimming pool at a distance to escape being splashed. She wondered if everyone enjoyed seeing her nipples up like this. Christ couldn't a girl be primed for sex without everyone thinking it was their business to notice? Well Ronald was certainly aroused by all the tit and exposed butts that had surrounded them. At least that was good. She'd so far only allowed him to penetrate her three times in the past eight weeks so he'd be sexually hungry unless he was getting it elsewhere and she doubted he was that lucky. And now being aroused he might last the distance to get her off before he fizzled. Well if he didn't she probably knew him well enough by now to suggest he finish her off with his fingers. After ten minutes of grunting and shoving and Ronald crying, "Oh la-de-dah, I'm about to come." He then rolled off and slumbered. A disgruntled Denise went into her bedroom, locked the door and grabbed her favorite dildo. She was basking in sweat and accomplishment when her phone went. She checked who the caller was and answered, "Hi mom. You don't often call me." In a voice almost dripping of intrigue or conspiracy, her mother announced she had some big news. God her mom wasn't the one who was pregnant was she? Denise bit her arm to smother her giggle. "Dillon James is looking for you." Denise gasped, grabbed the dildo and reinserted it and felt her nipples tingle. "Well?" Denise twisted the silicone shaft. "That's very interesting mom?" "Well how about this? He lives and works within half an hour's drive of you." "What in Charlotte?" "You haven't moved have you?" "No." "Of course I mean Charlotte. He's a senior executive for Resorts Retrofit International in the Carillon Building." "Omigod I often pass that building," Denise said, jerking the dildo and giving a low moan. Ronald knocked on the door. "Just a minute mom." "I'm on the phone to my mom." "I'm hungry. I'm off to eat. Want to come?" "No Ronald, bye. Thanks for whatever you call it? "Eh?" "Hi mom. Ron was here and it was time to get rid of him. So how when is Dillon darling coming to see me and why?" "I don't know the answer to the first question and I suppose the answer to question two is to screw you." "Don't be crude mother. He's far too young for me." "So you say." Denise visualized a big dick, presumably Dillon's, up her and climaxed over her dildo. She felt awfully embarrassed doing that when on the phone to her mom and how the hell that that dildo gotten back inside her?" Her mom said she must go. "You're having too much sex. That's why you are not energized when speaking to me." "Yes mom. I wish." Relaxing in the bath Denise began to think about Dillon erotically and looked down and saw her nipples were fully extended and felt her breasts swelling. "Omigod," she marveled. "Look at me and I'm not even touching myself." Denise worked as a senior hospitality hostess, looking after VIPs who included airline executives, arriving with a break before resuming the next leg of their flight or to get them to the right place and the right time for their journey into the city and for VIPs arriving from the city or elsewhere. She liked the job and had received more than a few exceptional service awards. She put Ronald off for several days when he asked for dates, not wanting him around when and if Dillon called. Finally the exasperated Ronald yelled at her on the phone, "I'm through with you. You rather talk to your mom than hang out with me." God what a loser. "You've insulted my mother Ron (she emphasized the shorter version of his name) and so we are finished. Never attempt to contact me again." "Well goodbye bitch. Little wonder your marriage failed." That riled Denise. She hurled a shoe at the sofa where she remembered him last sitting and felt heaps better, especially when rushing over to confirm that the heel hadn't ripped into the sofa. Her room mate Barbara arrived and said, "Toy boy hasn't arrived yet?" "No sadly. Oh god Babs please don't use that name within his hearing." Barbara smirked, "I work for an airline. I'm trained to be lovely to people." Denise's phone went. She didn't recognize the number of the caller. Her stomach tightened and anticipation tensed her entire body. "Denise Cate speaking." "With a voice sounding as lovely as ever." "Dillon!" she screamed. "How lovely to hear your voice." Barbara arrived with coffee and three times used the motion of pulling on the handbrake of a vehicle. He sounded pleased and said he'd like to catch up and asked could they meet. "Yes Dillon, I'd like that," she said slowing down. "I fairly fully booked." She looked at the grinning Barbara who rolled her eyes. "Oh okay, I ought to have realized that and you must think it awful of me intruding like this. Perhaps we'll catch up sometime soon. Bye?" "Dillon!" Denise yelled, but too late. "Damn," she bleated. "I've scared him off." She appeared ready to cry.