Widowsmate
a Novelette by Kellis
January, 2000
�You like it black, don�t you?�
He looked up from a mistaken sum to the cup and saucer that had suddenly settled on his desk, then to the inquiring eyes of Macy Tolliver.
�If it�s hot.�
�It�s hot.�
�What is this, Macy � a dispensation from on high?�
Though windows were open throughout the building, the morning was hot for late September.� The woman wore a short-sleeved lace blouse in a tight skirt.� Her rouged cheeks and forehead glistened with perspiration.
�From on low.� From me.� Can I talk to you a minute, Mr. Ross?�
He grinned at her.� �Macy, don�t you know you�ll have tongues wagging all over the place if you stay in here alone with me longer than a minute?�
�I�ll go get my steno pad.� They�ll think you�re dictating something too confidential for somebody from the secretarial pool.�
He studied her curiously.� She flushed and dropped her eyes.� He said, �Where�s Dillon?�
�He�s with Mr. Mellon till after lunch.�
�Who�ll answer his phones?�
�I patched his lines to Mabel.�
�Sounds pretty serious, Macy.�
She took a breath.� �It is.�
�All right.� Get your pad.�
�I�ll be right back.�
He sipped the coffee, typical office fare, thinking that the only emotion he�d ever previously noticed in Macy Tolliver was her delight in delivering ominous summons from her master, nominally Vice President of Investments but actually boss of the bank�s routine operations, now become William Smith, customer of Justin�s whore.� Inwardly amused at the irony of that relationship, he wondered idly how it had progressed � if in fact it had.� The assignation had been set for Monday evening.� This was Wednesday morning and so far he had heard no report from either side.
Macy returned, noiseless in her soft-soled shoes, bearing green pad and a clutch of pencils.� She paused to consider the door, but came on without closing it.� She laid her burden on the corner of his desk and pulled up a chair.� She sat down primly, heels tucked under, and picked up pad and pencil.� But she bit her lip, dropped her eyes and after a moment�s silence, blushed faintly.
To prompt her, he asked, �Is this a personal matter, Macy?�
�Yes.�� She took a breath and squared her shoulders.� �It�s about my sister.�
�Your sister.� Does she work here?�
�No.� Mr. Ross ��
�Go ahead.� I don�t bite.� At least, not painfully.�
She smiled dutifully.� �I hope not.� This is � hard to tell.�
�Is she in some kind of trouble, Macy?�
Again the woman took a deep breath.� She stared out the window.� �Her name is Sherril Cox.� She�s a widow, you see.� Her husband � killed himself two years ago.� He embezzled some money to buy stocks and they caught him when the market crashed before he could pay it back.� His insurance wouldn�t pay for suicide.� He tried to make it look like an accident for Sherry�s sake, but they proved it wasn�t.� Then the store where she was clerking went out of business and she came to live with me.�
The woman paused.� Justin suggested, �For the last two years?�
�No.� She�s been in my house for five months.� And now my husband is throwing her out.�
�Why?�
�He says he can�t stand to live in a house with two women, but that�s not the real reason.� I think he feels guilty.� I saw him with her last week.�
�With her?� Doing something he shouldn�t?�
�Not him.� Her.�
�What did you see, Macy?�
Her face flamed and her head dropped.� �Something I can only do when I�m drunk.�
�Something improper, I gather.�
�I�ve heard it�s against the law.� I don�t think it�s so terrible between a man and his wife, even if I can�t bring myself to do it unless I�m drunk.� But between a man and his wife�s sister ��� She raised harried eyes.
Justin said, �And he�s the one complaining?�
�He looked up just as he � finished and saw me watching from the doorway.� I went back to bed.� He came in and laid down beside me without saying anything.� I didn�t say anything either.� But yesterday at the supper table he told Sherry she had to leave.� Immediately.� He wants her out tonight.�
�You mean, you don�t want her to go?�
�Yes, I do want her to go.� But she�s my baby sister!�
Tears suddenly overflowed the woman�s eyes.� Justin took out his handkerchief.� She dabbed at her cheeks quickly, looking around to see if anyone beyond the door was watching, then returned his handkerchief.
He said, �I�m sorry to hear of your trouble, Macy, but why are you telling me?�
She took another deep breath.� �I know what you and Mr. Dillon discussed Monday.�
�Do you!� Good god!�
She shrugged.� �I don�t mean his love life.� That�s nothing to me.� I mean your � help for the widows.�
�Macy, if you heard that discussion, you know nothing is wrong.�
�I don�t mean it that way.� Beatrice Wallingsworth told me all about you.�
�What?� I distinctly remember you saying you didn�t know who she was.�
�Because she asked me to say it.� I talked to her before she ever got in to see Mr. Dillon.� We discovered we knew each other as children, went to school together.� She took my phone number and promised to call me, which she did last night to tell what happened after she left here.�
�My god!�� He stared at her.
She smiled.� �She likes you a lot better now, though with her husband�s brother in the picture she may not need you much longer.�
He coughed.� �I�m glad she�s feeling better.�
�She told me about your place on Felton Street.�
�Did she!�
�And about the two women there.� Women who love women.�
He declared, �They also love men.�
�One man, at least!� My sister ��
�Yes?�
�She loves women, too.�
�How do you know?�
�How do you think I know?�
�You, too, eh?�
She shook her head.� �I�ll stick with my husband, thank you, even though he�s sure to hound me once Sherry leaves.�
He smiled slightly.� �I gather you want your sister to move in with me.�
�You live there, too?�
�No.� But I own the place.�
�Mr. Ross, I�ll pay you.�
She studied him earnestly.� He grinned and shook his head.� �Macy, I�m not running a home for Lesbians on Felton Street.� Those women are there for just one reason:� I like them.� I like them a lot.� And they like me.� At least, they don�t tell me, �No.�� Do you understand?�
Again she dropped her eyes.� �Sherry would � like you, too.�
�You know that, do you?�
�She understands how it is, how things are.� I talked to her after Beatrice called.� She�s got no income and no place to go but the street.� I found out she�s already tried that and she�s terrified of it.� The reason she � sucked my husband was because he threatened to put her out.� She�ll do whatever you say.�
He shook his head.� �Macy, do you know the Chinese ideogram for trouble?� It shows two woman under the same roof.� The two on Felton Street, though friends of many years standing, still fight like banshees.� Add a third and they�d wreck the place.�
Macy sighed but raised her chin.� �Mr. Ross, Sherry is desperate.� Last night she offered to throw herself off the bridge.� Do you want her to do that?�
�Of course not!�
The woman�s hand slipped into her blouse and emerged with a small square of cardboard that she passed to him.� It proved to be a photograph, probably one of a set made for high-school graduation, a bust of a pretty brunette with a roguish smile.� �This is Sherry as she was ten years ago.� She still has her looks and she�s filled out where the men like it.�
�What is she here, about eighteen?�
�That�s right.� I�ll pay you four dollars a month for her room and board.� That is, I�ll make my husband pay it.� That despicable �� He wouldn�t let her spit!�
�Macy, you won�t have to pay anything.�
�I won�t?�
�If she comes to that house, she�ll have to help cook and keep the place clean, like the other two.�
�And share you with the others.� I told her that.� She�ll do whatever you say.�
�And get along with the other two.�
�She likes what women do, too.� Does that mean you�ll let her stay?�
�We can�t have her jumping off bridges, can we?�
�You�re saying yes?�
�I�ll give it a try.�
�Oh, Mr. Ross!� Beatrice is right:� you are a sweetheart!�
�I don�t know about that.� Tonight, you say?�
�This afternoon would be better, before my husband gets home.� Could you pick her up?�
�I suppose so.� About three?�
�I�ll call her, but I think that�ll be all right.� Now here�s how you get to my house ��
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�Hello.�
�Tilly, this is Justin.�
�Well, good morning, stranger.�
�Stranger!� Who spent Sunday afternoon in your britches?�
�Nobody.� I didn�t wear any.� Anyway, that was Sunday.� Now it�s Wednesday.�
�Tilly, I distinctly remember you claiming you could get by with less male attention.�
�That depends on the male.� The problem is Laura.� She�s the one in love with dicks.� She�s out on the porch right now trying to vamp the yard boy.�
�Yard boy!� What�s he doing there on Wednesday?�
�It rained yesterday, you know.�
�So it did.� Listen:� I�ve got something to say to you both.� Go see if you can tear her away from vamping the next generation.�
�Justin ��� She hesitated.� �You wouldn�t do that to us, would you?�
�Do what?�
�You�re not too chicken to face us.� You wouldn�t throw us out by telephone, would you?�
�Throw you out?� Good god, Tilly!� Throw out the two least contrary women in town?� What�s come over you?� What happened to make you think I might?�
�Laura and I been talking.� She�s afraid Beatrice spilling the beans might make you want to close up shop.�
�Beatrice is no problem.� Let me reassure you.� Far from �closing up shop,� I�m fetching another girl to live with you.�
�You � you what?�� Her whole tone changed.� �Justin, you sugar-lump!� Hold on.� I�ll get Laura.�
He chuckled at Tilly�s reversal of attitude.� She was not long returning.� �I�m back, Justin, and Laura�s ear is next to mine.� Go ahead.�
�Good morning, Laura.� Any luck with the yard boy?�
He heard the other woman�s voice, offset from the transmitter.� �Some.� He ran into a tree when I propped my feet up on the rail.�
�Let me guess:� you forgot to put on your panties this morning.�
�Why, I believe you�re right.� Imagine that!�
�Yeah.� I can imagine it, all right.� I�d be next into the tree.�
�Oh, no, Justin.�� He heard her grin.� �I�ll steer you into something a lot softer.�
He took a deep breath.� �Let�s get this conversation back on the rails.� I�m bringing out a girl � woman, actually � to live with you.� She�s also a widow, one who�s really down on her luck with absolutely no place to go.� Told her sister she wants to kill herself.� I thought we�d give her a ��
�How old is she?� Laura demanded.
�28.�
�Kids?�
�You know, I forgot to ask.� But I don�t think so.�
�You forgot to ask?� Then you�ve only screwed her once, eh?�
�In fact, Laura, I�ve yet to lay eyes on her, much less anything else.�
He heard Tilly�s voice.� �What difference does it make how many times he�s screwed her?� You trying to talk him out of it?�
Laura replied, �Ain�t enough dicks around here now, dammit!�
Tilly sneered, �Don�t worry.� I won�t let her horn in on you.�
�You can�t stop it.� You know men and fresh meat!�
�Justin loves your boobs and mouth.� He won�t throw you over.� Would you, Justin?�
�Laura,� he declared vehemently, �you certainly don�t have to worry about anyone taking your place with me!�
�I don�t?�
�Absolutely not!�
�Even if she�s twelve years younger?�
�I don�t care what she is.� You and Tilly are the best, each in your own way.�
�You favor my bum,� said Tilly complacently.
�I love every part of both of you.� No need for jealousy.� You surprise me, Laura.�
�You mean, what right�s a whore got complaining?�
�And don�t start calling yourself names.�
�Even if they�re true?�
�Especially then!� Look, give her a chance, will you?� Remember how you felt when you sat down beside me on that park bench.�
Silence was the response for a few seconds.� At last he barely heard her say, �I remember.�
�Then you�ll welcome her?�
�Whatever you say, Justin.�
Tilly�s voice was more enthusiastic.� �Of course we will!� When�re you bringing her?�
�Fourish.�
�Today?� Uh-oh!�
�What�s the matter?�
Tilly asked with a leer, �Think she�d mind sleeping three in a bed?�
�I think we can be more hospitable than that.� How about putting sheets on the bed in the room beyond your dresser?�
�I�ll do it,� declared Laura.
�But ��� Tilly began to protest.
�But what?� Justin wants it that way.�
Another thought occurred to Tilly.� �Justin, do you think she can get along with us?�
�With lezzies, you mean?�
�Uh � yes.�
�I�m told she likes that, too.�
�Oh.� Oh!� Wait a minute!�
Laura laughed.� �Why didn�t you say so!�
Tilly asked plaintively, �You mean you�re not bringing her in here for you?�
He chuckled.� �Let me put it this way:� she�s going to be friendly with all of us.�
�Hmm.�
Laura added, �Yeah:� hmm!�
He laughed.� �I�ll see you two about four.�
Tilly demanded, �What should we wear?�
�Whatever you like.� If you leave it up to me, I favor birthday suits.�
�Oh, Justin, we couldn�t do that.� You really would?�
�I don�t see why not.� Ought to tell her right off what she�s getting into.�
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Having missed a turn, he parked before the designated house at 3:05.� A woman stood up immediately on the porch, lifted a suitcase and marched out toward his car.� She was of medium height and build and smartly dressed in a suit with ruffled blouse and knee-length skirt, gray silk stockings and black patent high-heels.� She wore neither hat nor gloves.� Dark brown hair descended in unstylish broad curls to her shoulders.� Lipstick and rouge were almost too bright.� It was the girl in the photograph, clearly older, no longer smiling.
He leaned across the seat and opened the rear door from the inside.� She unhesitatingly put her suitcase, one with a much-bruised finish, into the floorboard.� At this range he noted the threadbare condition of the suit and her lack of jewelry.� She looked up from the open door.� �Should I sit back here?�� Her voice was low and soft.
He shook his head.� �Come sit beside me.�
After slamming the back door, she hesitated, fumbling with the outside handle.� �How do you open it?� she asked through the window.
�It�s a little different on this model,� he advised.� �You pull out on it.�
In a moment she was seated beside him with the door closed.� �I�m sorry,� she said, eyes lowered.� �I don�t think I ever rode in a Packard.�
�It�s okay.�� He shifted into first but kept his foot on the clutch.� He smelled soap and faintly woman.� �I�m Justin Ross.�
She looked up at him, fearfully, he thought.� She said, �I�m Sherril Cox.� Everyone calls me Sherry.�
�Pleased to meet you, Sherry.�
She lowered her eyes again.
�Let me make sure of something.� Nobody is making you go with me, is he?�
She sighed.� �No.� Not with you.�
�Just so long as you go somewhere, is that it?�
Her reply was almost inaudible over the idling engine.� �Yes.�
�Well, then, are you going with me of your own free will?�
She glanced up and said more distinctly, �You�re not kidnapping me, Mr. Ross.�
�Thank you.� Call me Justin, will you?�
�If that�s what you want � Justin.�
He put the car into motion.� When he turned onto a thoroughfare, he shifted into high and raised his voice.� �If the wind is blowing your hair, you can roll up the window.� Just turn that crank.�
�Thank you.�� She rolled it up within two inches of the top.
After a few blocks of silence he said conversationally, �What do you think of this weather?�
�I like the warmth.� It won�t last much longer.�
�Where we�re going has a big front porch.� This is good porch weather.�
When she didn�t respond, he added, �Laura was sitting on the porch, teasing the yard boy, when I called the girls to tell them you were coming.�
�The yard boy?� Do you have servants, Mr. � ah, Justin?�
�Only that one.� Comes as needed to cut the grass and trim the bushes.� And react to Laura�s poses.�
�Her poses?�
�Don�t all women enjoy teasing boys?�
Instead of answering him she said, �I can clean house.� That�s what I did for Macy.�
�Good.� Just don�t let Laura and Tilly � especially Tilly � push all the housecleaning off on you.�
�I don�t mean to tease boys.� Or men.� I think they tease themselves.�
He nodded.� �You have a point.� A woman is attractive first just because she�s a woman.�
She coughed and suddenly explained, �I didn�t mean to hurt Macy.� She didn�t storm at me as I expected, but I can tell she�s hurt.�
�Macy knows he threatened you.�
�She does?� How?�
�He admitted he told you he�d throw you out.�
�Throw me out!� Ha!�
He glanced around at her curiously.� She stared straight ahead, lips firmly set.
�He didn�t say that?�
�He said he�d throw Macy out! � divorce her, beat her up.�
�He was passionate about you, was he?�
�He wore me down finally.� I got up one night to go to the bathroom.� He followed me and � got between my legs on the toilet.� I couldn�t stop him.� I didn�t want to scream, for Macy�s sake.� His tongue � was so wicked!� He said he�d never done that to another woman, not even Macy.�
�Macy reports it differently.�
�That on the toilet happened three months ago.� What she saw was just last week.� He wouldn�t use a rubber.� I was so afraid he�d make me pregnant.� Macy saw me satisfying him without taking the chance.�
�You knew what she saw?�
�He told me.� He looked up when he was coming and saw her watching from the hall.�
�But she said he�s the one who�s throwing you out.�
�He is.� Macy wants me to go, too, even though she�s no more certain than I am that she should stay with that man.� He�ll hurt her again � I�m sure of it � and probably a lot worse.� He�s been glaring at me all week, like he blames me for it!� I�ve been expecting the worst.� I told Macy I�d kill myself.� Maybe I should.�
�Because of something he did to you?�
�Because of everything that�s happened.� This is just the last straw.� I�m no good for anybody, the way my life is turning out.�
�Don�t be silly, Sherry.� You�re starting a new life right now.�
�Not so new.� I�ve been on the street.�
He shook his head.� �You�re not going on the street.�
�Isn�t it about the same?�
�Sherry, I guarantee your physical safety, as much as a man can:� a roof over your head, food in your belly, clothes on your back.�� He grinned.� �And entertainment, too.�
�For you and that Tilly.�
�Well, didn�t you enjoy Tolliver�s tongue?�
She shifted restlessly without answering.� After a moment she muttered, �I do hope I don�t get pregnant!�
�Your worries on that score will be a lot less, Sherry.� I had the mumps when I was fourteen.�
Her eyes widened.� �You can�t have children?�
�That�s what the doctors say.�
They were entering the edge of the business district.� He asked, �Do you need anything, Sherry?�
�Such as?�
�Personal things:� feminine hygiene, makeup � whatever a woman uses.� The girls have all that, but doesn�t each woman prefer her own stuff?�
�I need just about all of that, Justin.� I couldn�t take Macy�s things.�
�All right.� There�s a drugstore in the middle of this block and � would you believe it?� That guy�s pulling out right in front of it.�
He nosed into the vacated space, took out his wallet and handed her three one-dollar bills.� �If these don�t cover it, come back for more.� I�ll wait here.� Try not to be too long, will you?�
Her eyes were big.� �Are you � sure you want to do this, J-Justin?�
He captured the hand holding the bills, turned it over and kissed the back of it.� �Yes, I�m sure,� he stated, looking into her eyes.
She gulped.� �I don�t even have a purse for this money.�
He grinned.� �Okay.� Then I�ll be your purse.� Let�s go.�
�Oh.�� She returned the money to him.� He noticed as they left the car that she clasped the hand his lips had touched in the palm of the other.
In the store he hung back, leaving her free to order whatever she wanted from the female clerk.� He stepped forward to pay for it, having taken up a small lady�s purse of black kid leather from a free-standing display.� The total including purse was $4.60.
As they left the store, he removed the purse from the paper bag and passed it to her.� �They tell me black goes with anything.�
�It does!� she agreed with a pleased smile, slipping the strap over her arm.
He went behind her to the passenger side.� When she turned inquiringly, he asked, �Would you like to put these things in your suitcase?�
She studied him a moment then nodded with understanding.� �Yes, I would.� That�s very thoughtful.�
She pulled the suitcase up onto the backseat.� He waited while she distributed her purchases among them, transferring a lipstick and compact to her new purse.
When he had backed the car out and proceeded again on the thoroughfare, she sat closer to him.� His hand thumped the outside of her thigh as he shifted into high.� Her hand immediately fell over his.
�Justin,� she murmured.
�What is it?�
�I was trying to think how long it�s been since a man bought me anything.�
�It was all one-way with Tolliver, was it?�
�Well, he did feed me and give me a roof.� Why are you being so nice to me?� Do you owe Macy?�
�She�s my boss�s secretary.� But she�s not the reason.� She showed me your picture and I liked what I saw.�
�A picture?�
�When you were eighteen, she said.�
�That was ten years ago, Justin!�
�Well, I like the present woman, what I�ve seen of her so far, even better.�
�I like what I see, too.�� Her hand departed his on the gear shift knob and settled atop his mid-thigh.� She squeezed the muscle gently and laughed softly.� �Macy told me a lot about you, but she never said you were tender.�
�You think I�m tender?� I can�t recall being accused of that before.�
�Yes, I do � to even think of my hygiene!�
He shrugged.� �I�m not a kid, Sherry.�
�About 38?�
�Close.� I�m 40.� So what did Macy tell you.�
She squeezed his leg again.� �She said that you support a lot of widows, help them with their mortgages.� She told me about Beatrice discovering she wasn�t your only woman and trying to make trouble.� Beatrice had a lot to say about you.� You would�ve enjoyed Macy�s expression when she repeated it to me.� According to Beatrice you have a hard-on all the time and want to have sex ten times a day, every day.�
�Uh-oh!� I hope you�re not going to be disappointed.�
She chuckled.� �Beatrice�s friend, Betty, reports you�re always horny.� And these girls that live in your house told Beatrice much the same, except they went into more detail about where you like to do it.� No part of a woman is safe from you!�
�My god!�
She laughed.� �Macy looked horrified, but what she really was, was titillated.� She�s been lucky enough to have to put up with only one man, but I�ve seen a few more.� I learned that no part of a woman is safe from any man if he thinks she won�t complain too much.�
�How about preachers and such?�
�I�ve had preachers.�
�And?�
�They only talk different.�
He chuckle.� �My experience, too.�
She continued, �Macy checked on your accounts at the bank.� You hold twelve mortgages on widows.� If you�re supporting even half of them, all the stories must be true.� You must really be a billy goat!�
He laughed.� �You�re teasing me, aren�t you!�
�Teasing?�
�With your experience, you know that no man can even approach a woman�s stamina in sex!� That�s one of the nice things about my lezzies.� When I give out, which is right away, of course, they can turn to each other and go on as long as they want.� With three of you that�s likely to be all day!�
�I was afraid it would be all day with you.� The only thing I took from Macy was a jar of Vaseline.�
�Now I know you�re teasing.�
�No, I�m not.�� She moved her hand to her own thigh, leaned against him and rested her head on his shoulder.� �Justin, I�ve let women have sex with me.� Macy told you that, didn�t she? � though I bet she never said she started it!�
�Huh!� Just the opposite.�
�She�s queer as a three-dollar bill but won�t admit it.� I�m not.� I can certainly stand women.� A clit is so sensitive it doesn�t care what rubs it.�� Her other hand passed over his hip and settled, clutching gently, between his legs.� �This is what I like.�
He twitched at the sudden pressure but said only, �Tilly will be glad to hear it.� She was afraid you�d be a rival for Laura�s affection.�
�So it�s Laura I have to look out for?�
�Not really, not as if she�ll attack you.� So long as you understand I won�t abandon her.�
�You don�t give up your women, is that it?�
�Unless they give me up!�
Her hand massaged him through his trousers.� �What really goes on there, Justin?� Do they entertain other men?�
�Well, Laura was showing Christmas to the yard boy this morning.�
�I mean �� I asked Macy, but she didn�t know.� Is it like a � what do you call it � a bordel?�
He chuckled.� �Where did you hear that?� That�s a French word, isn�t it?� The English is brothel.� But you can be frank with me.� No.� I�m not running a whorehouse on Felton Street.�� He glanced at her curiously.� �Would you care if I were?�
�I don�t know.� I was offered a job in one last year.� Almost took it.� They said it was clean work for a better class of johns, new clothes, medical checkups every week and above all, safe!� The very next day one of the girls got herself stabbed 47 times.� I mean with a knife.�
�You concluded, not so safe, eh?� But two or three get stabbed or shot or beaten half to death every night on the street corners.�
She sighed.� �I know it.� That�s why I went to live with my queer sister.� That�s why I frenched her husband every night.� That�s why I�d rather dive off a bridge than walk the streets.� Without a man to fight for her, a woman has it tough in this town.�
�Frankly, Sherry, I�m surprised that a woman as pretty as you, as well-spoken and above all, as willing as that hand demonstrates, doesn�t already have a man � hell, a whole set of them � to fight for her.�
�Except they won�t fight.� I had one that said he would.� Look what he did!�
�Macy told me about that.� But men aren�t apples in a barrel, Sherry.� One bad one doesn�t spoil the rest.�
�I hope not.� Nothing spoiled about this fellow, is there!� Justin, I�d french you if I had room under the wheel.� Will you pull over somewhere?�
�Hang on, we�re almost to Felton Street.� But I�m curious why you want to do that.�
�I never met a man who didn�t love it, at least to begin with.� I guess I want to start out making you feel good.�
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The next morning, Thursday, he drove slowly past Betty�s house.� The shade nearer the door was fully lowered;� the next one out was fully raised.� He could see no light in the room beyond.� He shook his head sorrowfully, refusing to speculate on the reason, and turned around at the corner.� Twenty minutes later he parked in the driveway behind the house on Felton Street.
Apparently no one was up.� He turned on the stove, rinsed out the coffee pot, inserted fresh water in its bottom and fresh grounds in the strainer cup.� He put it on the burner and after opening the door between kitchen and dark hall, took a seat at the table to wait.
The coffee pot had been perking hardly five minutes before Laura came down the hall yawning, hair a tangled mess, barefooted, holding her housecoat closed with one hand, leaving the other free to conceal her yawns � if she had wished.
Her eyebrows rose at sight of Justin and she released the housecoat indifferently.� �You made the coffee?�
�The least I could do.� Good morning.�
�You sweetheart!�� She rinsed out her favorite mug, poured it full and took a first blissful sip.� She looked inquiringly over the brim.� �Can I pour you one?�
�Too soon.� I hope Tilly comes out next.� I want to thank you two.�
She grinned.� �For last night?�
�For making Sherry feel so at home.� You girls can be very gracious when you�re in the mood.�
She shrugged.� �No point in fighting it.� You said that�s how you wanted it to be.�
�Yeah!�� He snorted.� �Even to the birthday suits.�
Her grin widened.� �How�d you like that?� You never did say.�
�You couldn�t tell?� I guess it was a little confusing when Sherry dropped her suitcase on my toe.�
�You started hopping around like a drunk pigeon.� Tilly thought you meant to bash us.�
�No she didn�t, else she wouldn�t have laughed so hard.� I guess she did prove, though, that if a woman�s gonna piss herself, she�s better off naked.�
�It ran down both her legs.�
�I noticed, even while hopping around!�
�You know, that won us to Sherry right off.�
�Smashing my toe?� I�ll have you know I�ve got a black toenail!�
�No, no.� None of us want to hurt you!� I mean Sherry mopping up the piss.� I was leaning on the table, about to cut loose, too.� She went straight to the back porch, got the mop and bucket as if she�d done it a thousand times, and cleaned up Tilly�s mess.� I said to myself, �I don�t care who she screws, this is a good addition to the family.��
�The family, eh?�
She tossed her head.� �That�s what it�s getting to be.� We talked it over after you left.�
He nodded.� �Women make a family.�
�And children,� she declared, staring at him accusingly.
�Don�t look at me!� What else happened after I left?�
�Nothing you didn�t expect.� Except maybe that Sherry�s bed don�t need making.�
He grunted.� �I can�t say I�m surprised.� I suppose Tilly was insatiable.�
Laura grinned.� �That�s another good thing.� Sherry and I together wore her out pretty quick.�
�I�m afraid to ask how!�
�Oh, it was work, I admit.� Too bad she�s not as easy as you are.�
�Wha�d�you mean, �easy?��
�You know what I mean!� Sherry said you popped in ten seconds when she got you in the bedroom, and ��
�She played with it in the car all the way over here!�
�That�s why she played with it!� Then after supper you didn�t take long either.�� She grinned lazily at him.� �Give a man something special to look at, I always say, if you want him to get it over with.�
He took a breath.� �It was special, all right.� Why didn�t you and Tilly ever do me that way?�
She shrugged.� �You need two gals that like dicks and don�t mind the taste of cunt.�
He shook his head.� �Well, you�re right.� It was damned nice to look at:� your tongue wiping her clit and the top of my dick at the same time.� It was even better to pull out of her and slip it right over your tongue.� You were watching, too.� I thought you might end up permanently cross-eyed!� Your eyes looked glassy.� You were coming, I think.�
She licked her lips.� �Of course I was, ever now and then.� Her tongue gave me a fit, except when she�d freeze up because she was coming.�
He chuckled.� �I get it:� when you were coming, you�d forget to lick her, and vice-versa.� So you alternated.�
Her eyes shone.� �That�s when it�s really good.�
�I�ll tell you when it�s really good.� The difference between the feel of mouth and cunt when your dick swaps back and forth �� God!� I�m about ready to squirt just remembering it.�
�Well, if you�re gonna do that, haul it out and give me some cream for my coffee.� But that�s interesting.� Just what is the difference?�
He thought a moment.� �The tongue is rough, but the cunt is very smooth.� Spit�s not as good a lubricant as cunt juice.� And you can feel the teeth.� In fact a cunt feels better.� Why not?� It�s designed for the job, after all!� But the mouth �� The thing about a mouth is more in your mind than your dick.� She could bite it off if she wanted to.� And you�re putting your piss pipe under her nose and down her throat.� What could be more tempting to bite than that?� The fact that a woman will let you do that to her � more, will sometimes take it out of your britches and suck it right in without being told, then let you come in her mouth, even if she only spits it out, is probably the most powerful service she could ever give you.� And if she swallows, well �� It tells you this one really wants you.�
She studied his face and repeated, ��The most powerful service.�� Men worry about us biting?�
�If he did, he�d be afraid to try it.� He knows she can bite it off if she wants to.� That�s why women don�t get raped orally.� Any man who trusts that a woman is too scared to bite is crazy.� No, he�s not worried.� This sounds corny, but I think what he really feels is love.�
�Love?�� She snickered.� �You were already squirting when you pulled out of Sherry.� You wanted to pop in my mouth instead?� Was that love?�
He looked pained.� �Won�t you believe I tried to give each one half a load?�
�I know your loads to the drop, Justin.� I think you gave her about half a squirt.�
�Well, don�t tell her.�
The woman chuckled.� �I never tell.�� Her hand clutched the front of his trousers.� �I thought so.�� She put down her coffee cup.� Both hands began to work on his buttons.
�What�s going on here?�� Tilly�s face suddenly hove over his shoulder.� �Or should I say, �What�s coming off?��
Laura undid another button.� She said without raising up, �Justin�s got a swelling.� I thought I�d take a look at it for him.�
�Nurse Laura, eh?� Well, here�s another one that likes to nurse.�
Sherry�s face appeared beside Tilly�s.� She smiled.� �Good morning, Justin.�
�Good morning, ladies,� he intoned just as Laura brought his erect member out into the air.
�And a good morning to this fellow, too!� declared Tilly.� Her hand descended and grasped the turgid knob.� She worked the foreskin briefly up and down, simpering, �Heavens!� It�s learned to shake hands.�
�You mean heads,� said Laura.� She evicted Tilly�s hand and bent over her prize.� Taking it into her mouth, she bobbed her head above it two or three times before raising up and grinning at her audience.� �See what I mean?�
��Shaking heads,�� Sherry repeated.� �What will they think of next!�� She immediately knelt and emulated Laura.
Sherry�s soft breast struck his knee.� Suddenly it registered to him that both the newcomers were stark naked.
Sherry transferred her breast from his knee to his chest.� Her wet mouth rose to his and kissed him with probing tongue.� His hands went to her breasts.� When she backed away, Tilly replaced her.� He detected a clear vaginal odor on the thin woman�s breath.� Laura kissed him after Tilly.
He smiled around at the three.� �Now this is the way to start the day!�