Matt and Dianne’s relationship heats up. Chloe gets a new girlfriend. Surprise, surprise, so does Matt’s mother. This contains oral sex, lesbian sex, straight sex and mutual masturbation. My thanks to FatChick4Erotica, who makes this chapter so much better. Any remaining errors are mine.
Summer Surprise – Part 2
The camping trip sparked a significant deepening of the relationship between Matt and Dianne. On Wednesday, Matt came over to return her soiled shirt and study. Dianne couldn’t help sneaking glances at Matt every so often. At the end of the evening, they ended up canoodling for ten minutes or so on the couch, the ice broken on the camping trip. She startled him when she abruptly ended the make-out session with an odd question.
“Are you a pig, Matt?”
“What?”
“Why haven’t you invited me to your place? Are you ashamed of it?”
“Chloe didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“I live on the top floor of a three floor apartment building where the elevator has been broken for close to a year, essentially making it a walk-up. It’s not ideal because climbing stairs can be a drag. I actually like it because it helps keep me in shape for football. It has one other feature which makes up for the hike. I’m not the neatest person in the world, but my apartment isn’t a pig sty either. For folks living there, doing the laundry is worse because you end up with another flight of stairs twice, the washer load and dryer load, unless you stay down in the basement for both. I try to make sure I have a full load, so I may have more dirty clothes than normal piled in the closet.”
“If we’re going to remain friends, I think I need to see this apartment of yours. Friday night, I’m coming over.”
“For your sake, I suggest we do whatever you want to do first, then we can climb the steps and I’ll show you around.”
“Are you hoping the climb will be so exhausting, I’ll want to spend the night?”
Matt laughed. “Is it working?”
“I’ll tell you after I make the climb.”
Matt grinned. “What are we going to do before hand?”
“This is the last weekend of Chloe’s show, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
“I’d like to see it one more time. Why don’t we invite your family to join us? I’d like to see them again and let them know we’re dating. They can tell us which day works for all three of them. That will be our regular date night and our other night together can be a movie night at your place.”
“Done.”
As it turned out, the Saturday night performance was the one Matt’s family could attend. They informed Chloe and she reserved five tickets for them.
“Tradition dictates,” Chloe said, “that on closing night, the cast of the show be wined and dined by their devoted fans, as they can finally eat again.”
“Since the entire cast consists of one person,” Dianne said, “I’m sure we can afford to wine and dine them.”
“Just what I hoped for,” Chloe said, grinning impishly. “I’m warning you, though. I’m going to be famished.”
Since Saturday was date night that week, Friday night was movie night. It was Matt’s turn to pick the movie. He consulted with Chloe.
“What movie should I show Dianne this time?”
“Is there any particular message you’re trying to send her, like are you ready to get laid yet?”
“No. She already told me she’s going to proceed at her own pace and I’m fine with that, no matter how many times I end up masturbating.”
Chloe pinched his cheek and proclaimed, “You’re so cute. I love you to death; you know that? God, I wish I liked boys. Dianne wouldn’t stand a chance. Okay, what you’re going to do is go for is heart warming, not drawers dropping. Have you ever seen ‘Secondhand Lions’?”
“No.”
“Good. It’ll make the perfect movie for your feature. It’s kind of whimsical and has some stellar performances by Michael Caine, Robert Duvall, and Haley Joel Osment, the ‘Sixth Sense’ kid. Dianne will love it if she hasn’t seen it already, and will happily watch it again even if she has. It’s not the kind of movie that will make her want to throw you down and ravish you, but it’ll subtly remind her that she’s got a good man with its portrayal of the essence of manhood and undying love. You’ll know what I mean when you see it. I’ve got a copy you can borrow.”
“Okay.”
Friday evening, Matt swung by Chloe’s to get the DVD and walk Dianne to his place.
“My place is right up there. What are we having to eat?”
“I ordered Chinese, to be delivered at seven.”
Matt laughed. “All the delivery guys know the elevator doesn’t work. You have to meet them down here when they come. They won’t climb the stairs. It’s 6:45 now. Do you want to wait here, or climb the stairs twice?”
“I guess we’ll wait here.”
They sat outside on a bench holding hands until the delivery man arrived. Dianne paid for the meals and they ascended the stairs.
“You’re not wrong about the workout,” Dianne said, breathing hard. “How do you still have breath left?”
” If you climb it three or four times a day, you get used to it.” Matt opened the door to his apartment “This is the compensating factor for the daily hike up the stairs; the view.”
Dianne walked over to the window and set her purse down. “Oh, my. Incredible.”
“Three stories up, on a bluff, no trees blocking the view. Absolutely gorgeous in the autumn, but all seasons have their appeal.”
“Instead of eating at the table, let’s eat right here.”
“I’ll get some plates.”
Matt set the food on the floor and went into the kitchen. He started hot water for tea, then carried plates and silverware back and said, “I thought green tea would go well with the food.”
“Fine. We can have soft drinks with the movie.”
“What do you want in your tea: sugar, milk, bourbon?”
“Lemon juice if you have it, otherwise plain.”
Matt returned to the kitchen and retrieved the tea kettle, placed four tea bags in it, and carried it along with two mugs and some lemon juice back to the living room. They consumed their meal, seated cross-legged on the floor while watching the spectacular sunset through the window.
“Now I know why you’re willing to stay here despite the broken elevator.”
“It definitely has its compensations.”
“What movie did you pick for tonight?”
“With Chloe’s help, I picked out ‘Secondhand Lions’. Have you seen it?”
“No. What’s it about?”
“I haven’t got a clue, but Chloe said it’s worth watching.”
They curled up on the couch, his arm wrapped around her as she leaned against his chest, and watched the movie. When the old lion died, saving the Osment character, Matt held Dianne as she cried.
“The two uncles were really the secondhand lions, weren’t they?” Dianne asked at the end of the movie.
“I think so. What a great movie. When do you want to head home?”
“If you don’t mind, I’d rather stay. For the record, it’s not because of the climb.”
Matt grinned.
“Don’t get too hopeful. I trust you enough to stay here, but may just sleep on the couch.”
“Whatever you want.”
“Let’s move the couch in front of the window, so we can watch the stars as we do our evening canoodle.”
“Canoodle?”
“Smooch, hug, make out, whatever you want to call it.”
“Ah, that kind of canoodle. You’ll have to grab one end. I can’t move it by myself.”
“No problem.”
Dianne took the side that required the least amount of movement, Matt took the other side, and they maneuvered the couch in front of the window. They sat down and started canoodling, as Dianne called it.
Their kisses went from slow and leisurely to fiery and passionate within minutes. Longing to feel every inch of his body next to hers, Dianne pulled Matt down on top of her. She moaned into his mouth and writhed against him as they explored each other’s mouths, but he was content to take it slow and go no further than Dianne was willing to allow. They continued like this for another fifteen minutes.
“Get off me, Matt,” Dianne said, breathing hard.
He immediately sat up, removing his hands from around her. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No. You’re doing everything right. Fuck!, I love how you kiss.”
Dianne stood up and slowly removed her clothing, leaving on only a skimpy black lace thong. As she disrobed in front of him, Matt’s heart rate spiked and his cock swelled, the stupid grin on his face getting wider with every piece that came off. She faced him with her legs slightly parted.
“I’m giving you permission to touch anything which doesn’t have material covering it.” She spun around and revealed her bare ass cheeks. “As you can see, these panties leave a lot uncovered.” Provocatively twirling back to face him she cupped her breasts and then slid her hands down her body. “I’m still considering whether or not I should let you have access to the covered bit, but for now your hands and mouth are free to otherwise explore. If you’d asked me a month ago if I thought I would be ready to go this far, I’d have said no fucking way, but I am ready because you’ve been incredibly patient with me and I really like you, Matt. This is something I want to do. Do you understand?”
“I do. Thank you for trusting me with this much.”
“Take off your shirt. I want skin to skin contact up top.”
Matt scrambled to obey, pulling his shirt up over his head, exposing his incredible body, six-pack abs disappearing into his jeans. Dianne swallowed with difficulty, his excitement over her little show was evident and she felt herself begin to respond in kind. She got into her previous position, lying down with her back on the couch, and beckoned Matt to join her. Forty-five minutes of fervent kissing and caressing, and neither of them could take much more without needing relief.
He leaned up, hovering over her.
“Can I take a five minute break. I need to take care of something.”
“It wouldn’t be something associated with that log digging into my leg, would it?”
“Maybe. It won’t take long.”
“Don’t take care of it yourself. Bring some tissues and massage lotion.”
Matt looked questioningly at her.
“It’s okay. You’re not pushing and I’m good with it.”
Matt left and returned with the requested items. Dianne took them from him, setting them on the couch beside her. Looking into his eyes, she released the buckle on his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and lowered the zipper. In one quick movement, she shoved his jeans to the floor, revealing his huge bulge angled to the side and nearly peeking up under the elastic. She pulled down his jockeys and gulped, as his prick sprang forth in all its exuberance. Big and hard, it twitched with his heartbeat, jutting forth from a nice set of balls, which hung between his legs.
Dianne picked up the lotion and squirted some into her hand. She wrapped her right hand around his cock, exerting barely any pressure, and slowly started stroking him. Her left hand moved to fondle his heavy sack.
“I told you this wouldn’t take long, didn’t I?” Matt panted. “It’s going to happen soon.”
“You did.”
Inside a minute, she felt the telltale signs of his impending release. She aimed him at her breasts and kept stroking, looking forward to the feeling of his cum spraying her tits.
“Aaaahhh, fuck!” Matt said. His eyes widened and he emitted a low-pitched moan as jets of hot, heavy, cream pulsed from the end of his prick, splattering over her tits and dripping down. Dianne didn’t stop stroking until she had thoroughly drained him. After massaging the last few drops from his mast, she wiped herself off with the tissues.
“That was quite the load, Matthew,” Dianne said, dabbing away at the cum splattered all over her boobs.
“It was quite the build up,” he replied.
She wiped off his cock before pulling up his boxer briefs.
“I can trust you without your jeans on, can’t I?” Dianne asked.
“Yes.”
“Good. Kick them off and I want to feel your skin against mine as you to do the same for me. It’s not going to take me long either.”
“Do you want me to remove your underwear, or just go under them.”
Dianne gave the question serious thought. “Don’t take them off. I still don’t think I trust myself. Less than I trust you, anyway.”
Matt kicked off his jeans and got back on the couch with her. He kissed her gently and languidly explored her body. His hands moved with confidence, he wasn’t hesitant or afraid to touch anything this time. For ten minutes, he caressed her upper body, paying special attention to her breasts, before sliding his hand under her thong to find her very wet core. She moaned as he inserted a couple of fingers into the source of her honey. His thumb strummed lightly over her clitoris. Her back arched as she moaned into his mouth, thrusting her hips against his hand. He waited for the first waves of her orgasm to pass, pulled his fingers out, and licked them clean. For the next few minutes, Matt held Dianne tightly as she shivered through brief aftershocks.
“Wow,” Dianne panted. “That was intense. You’d better head to bed now, or I’m going to do something I might regret.”
“You can have my bed. I’ll take the couch,” Matt said.
“Nonsense, it’s your apartment. I can sleep on the couch. It’s plenty big enough for me. It looks a little cramped for you to stretch out on.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m not sure about a lot of things right now, but I’m sure about that.”
From his bedroom, Matt retrieved a pillow and blanket, as well as a sheet to cover the sofa. He quickly made a bed for her on the couch, as she utilized his bathroom to brush her teeth and use the facilities. Matt entered the bathroom as she was exiting it, and Dianne kissed him briefly goodnight. She went to her makeshift bed and lay down, staring out at the starry night sky outside. Burrowing her nose into the pillow he’d given her, straight off his bed, she could smell his shampoo. As she listened to him take a fast shower, she couldn’t help but imagine him lathering his spectacular body in suds and washing his hair with the scented shampoo that filled her nostrils. She was nearly overwhelmed with emotion when she realized it had been eighteen months since she’d felt anything like this.
“Robert,” Dianne whispered, “I wish I could have had more time with you. Unfortunately, time was not on our side. I hope you can forgive me for falling in love again because I truly need to be with someone special like you. I think you’d like him. He reminds me of you in all the right ways.”
Robert didn’t answer and Dianne sighed in frustration. She slid her hand down her belly and into her panties, still so turned on that her fingers were immediately coated in her moistness. She touched herself until she had another orgasm, intermittently switching between stroking her clit and sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her tension slightly eased, she rolled over and snuggled into the blanket, trying to relax enough to fall asleep. Sleep proved to be elusive. An hour later, she was still awake and wound tighter than a drum.
“Fuck,” she mumbled. Dianne couldn’t stop thinking about Matt in the next room. She imagined his strong, hard body sprawled out in his bed, with that beautiful cock standing at attention, demanding to be stroked. Finally giving in to her desire, she arose from the couch and walked to his bedroom door, carrying her pillow under her arm.
Knocking softly, she called out, “Matt, are you awake?”
“Yeah, what do you need?”
“Can I come in, please?”
“Yeah. Come on in.”
Dianne entered the bedroom and found Matt partially reclined in bed, leaning on his elbows, a sheet covering the apparent bulge of his groin. She could barely restrain herself from staring at the evidence of his arousal.
“Do you have any condoms?” Dianne asked softly, standing beside the bed.
“Any I did have would be at least two years old now. I’m not sure I’d trust them to do what they’re supposed to do. My last two girlfriends have been on birth control.”
“I want to have sex with you so bad and I’m not on birth control.”
“I don’t think I should have sex with you yet. I think it’s early in our relationship. For the first time in a long time, you’re getting all these emotions you’ve closed yourself off from. I tell you what. If you still feel this way in a month, I’ll be happy to have sex with you. For now, let’s put sex off the table.”
“That’s exactly the reason I want to have sex with you right now. You’re so kind and honorable. I trust you to do what you think is best for me even when I’m feeling exactly like I’m feeling.”
“Well, it’s getting harder every second you’re standing there looking like a goddess. Give me a minute to put something on, then if you want, you can sleep in here with me.”
Dianne turned away to give Matt privacy as he put something on. When he said it was okay, she faced him again, taking note that he was back in bed wearing a t-shirt and sport shorts, with the sheet thrown back ready for her to climb in next to him. Lying down beside him, she felt him mold himself against her body, simultaneously wrapping his arms around her and firmly pulling her into the warmth of his chest. She cuddled back against him, enjoying both the heat of his body and the pressure of his cock wedged against her bottom, and quickly drifted off into a deep sleep.
******
Dianne awoke the next morning with his arms still around her. She felt safe and protected in a way she hadn’t for a long time. Gently lifting his arm, she rolled over so she could watch him sleep. She remained in that position, reveling in the quiet observation of his sleeping form and delighting in the contented smile on his lips, which matched her own until the call of nature made her get up. Sliding silently out of the bed, she made her way to the bathroom to take care of her morning ablutions.
Wanting to surprise Matt with breakfast in bed, she headed into the kitchen. There, she scrounged up the ingredients for some scrambled eggs, a la Dianne: a little onion, a dash of milk, a sprinkle of cheese, and some small chopped-up pieces of hard salami. She cooked everything for a few minutes, ensuring they still had a little moisture left in them. She dished up the eggs, poured some orange juice, loaded a tray with her surprise breakfast, and proceeded to carry everything into the bedroom.
“Knock, knock,” she said, “breakfast is on, Matthew Sanders.”
He sat up and saw Dianne standing at the door, dressed unfortunately. She’d looked spectacular wearing much less attire last night. She came into the room and set the tray on the bed.
“I want to thank you for being a perfect gentleman last night, treating me with the utmost of respect. You could have had your way with me, birth control or not, and I appreciate that you didn’t take advantage of me. I’m so glad my scheme to get your attention on the ‘River Queen’ was successful, because everything Chloe says about you is true. I find my life to be richer and more enjoyable with you in it, Mr. Sanders. So much so, I would like to offer to make all weeknights open for study sessions, as I am perfectly willing to share those evenings with you, just as I do Wednesday.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Rogers, but I can’t possibly spend any more time with you than I already do,” Matt said.
“Why would that be, Mr. Sanders?”
“I find myself unbearably aroused whenever I’m in your company and must sexually relieve myself at frequent intervals. This is already happening so frequently I’m developing calluses on these two fingers.” He held up the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. “Additionally, my left hand is becoming stronger than my right and my cock is developing a decided lean to the left. Spending more time in your company would only exacerbate the problem. Take last night for example. Even after you so graciously took care of my problem, I was still so aroused I needed to stroke myself after I came to bed. You almost found me in corpus delicti.”
Dianne choked back a snicker. “That does seem to be a rather severe problem, but I have a solution which wouldn’t require us to give up precious time together.”
She quickly disrobed, leaving only those ridiculously small black underwear on.
Matt stared at the near naked vision in front of him and felt his body respond of its own volition: his heart rate increased, blood rushed to his cock, and his thinking began to get cloudy. “You’re not helping matters in the slightest. What solution are you offering?”
“After we eat breakfast, you can practice masturbating with your right hand, ensuring that it will gradually strengthen to match the left. This way both of your hands will be equally calloused, and your cock will straighten out instead of leaning to one side. Besides, I think I too shall have to learn to switch hands because I’m developing a similar problem. When I paddle the pink canoe, I tend to use my left hand to stroke my pussy and my right to stroke my breasts. It’s causing a slight callus on the left side of my clit. If I’m to develop a callus on my clit, it should at least be symmetrical, don’t you think?”
“By all means,” responded Matt, grinning.
“Alternatively, we could do as we did last night and take over those functions for each other. I leave it to you to decide which is the more favorable accommodation.
Matthew laughed. “Both of those ideas are exceptional. Perhaps we could find a reasonable solution to both of our problems by using some combination of the two.”
“I agree, at least until I can start birth control and you will agree to have sex with me. After we eat, we shall practice using our right hands. Otherwise, we may find ourselves to be grotesque caricatures of humans, fit only for freak shows: the man with the monstrous left arm and the woman with the deformed clit. Perhaps we shall even throw in a little gratuitous fondling. What say ye?”
“A reasonable compromise.”
Dianne laughed. “Here’s your breakfast Mr. Sanders. Eat up.”
She got into bed and they ate breakfast. Observing Matt’s uncomfortably large-sized lump under the sheet, Dianne pointed and asked, “Is it like that every morning or is this morning special?”
“A combination, I think. I usually have some morning wood, which dissipates once I’ve used the bathroom, but I must say, you look splendid this morning. Have I told you how much I admire your breasts?”
“Not yet. I’m listening.”
“I think they’re nearly perfect. Not too big, not too small, perfectly sized perky tits with a jaunty tilt to them. And the nipples! Mmwwahhh. Perfecto. Hard little nubbins I love to suck on, topping perfectly sized areolae.”
“How do they compare with the magnificent melons Yolanda sported last weekend in that awesome gold bikini?”
“Yolanda has been generously endowed in the breast department, no question. They are lovely boobs and Marty is a lucky guy because he gets to see them in all their naked sumptuousness, but they are a trifle large for my taste. I imagine gravity will be unkind to Yolanda as she gets older, but I could see your tits remaining tempting well into old age.”
“Do you always know the right thing to say to a girl to keep her spirits up?”
“I don’t know. If I were having this conversation with Yolanda, she might not be as pleased with the results as you are.”
“True. But you probably wouldn’t be saying the same things to her as you said to me.”
“Not if I have a single brain cell in my head.”
Dianne laughed. “What about Chloe? She said if she liked boys, I wouldn’t stand a chance with you.”
“Ah, Chloe is a lovely woman, who I shall always love in one way or another, but she doesn’t like boys and she had her chance. It doesn’t pay to go backward.”
“Another politic answer, Sanders. Since you’ve finished your breakfast, I think it’s time to show me what you’ve got, right hand only.”
“You’re going to watch?”
“Consider me your muse. Besides, how else will I know you’re not cheating and using your left hand? Plus, I’d like to pick up some pointers. Most men have a specific way they like to have it done, and I might as well see what yours is so I’m prepared when I’m tasked with taking care of the problem.
“You did pretty well last night.”
“I intend to get better with more practice.”
“Damn, I’ve got to use the bathroom first. I’ve already overshot my usual bladder draining by thirty minutes.”
“Don’t come back with unclean hands, Sanders. Cleanliness is next to Godliness.”
Matt grinned, ran to the bathroom, and returned five minutes later, carrying a towel, after draining the lizard, brushing his teeth and hair, and scrubbing his hands clean. When he entered, Dianne was lying naked on the bed, legs slightly parted, with a pillow bunched under her head.
Abruptly halting, he was unable to stop himself from gawking. Her perfect pussy mesmerized him and he instantly loved everything about it. Taking in every detail, he realized that last night, when he’d been groping in her panties, he’d failed to notice that it was trimmed back, clipped close, a neat little triangle.
“You like what you see, Matt?”
“Flawless. I thought you weren’t removing your underwear?”
“That was last night. This morning, I’m going to masturbate for you and I’m not going to dive under my already soaked panties to do that. Besides, my pussy hasn’t been this manicured in a long time. It was pretty shaggy, my personal Chewbacca, Jr. until I trimmed back for the camping trip when I knew I’d be wearing a bikini. Before coming over yesterday, I put some finishing touches on it, since I was pretty sure you’d end up seeing it and I wanted to look good if you did.”
“Mission accomplished. That is the tastiest looking twat I’ve ever seen, bar none.”
“Speaking of tasty, if you’re not going to fuck me for a month, we need a few ground rules regarding oral: first, no oral for at least three weeks; second, hands-only below the waist, or I won’t be able to hold out for long and you’ll get fucked. Even now, I feel like I’m doomed. Have we got a deal?”
“You might have to put a muzzle on me, but yeah, deal.”
“Do I have to tie your left hand down, or are you going strictly righty?”
“You wouldn’t have to tie it down if I could play with a breast with my left?” Matt asked hopefully.
“Fine.”
Matt climbed into bed beside Dianne. She turned to face him so she could watch, halfway lying on her right breast. He wrapped his right hand around his cock, which was already three-quarters hard, and reached out with his left hand to fondle Dianne’s left breast.
“It feels unnatural doing it this way.”
“Tell me about it. My left hand is itching to creep down and start flicking the bean. The only reason I’m not is so I can pay more attention to you.”
Matt laughed, but it quickly turned into an awkward groan. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this in front of you.”
Gripping himself loosely at first, he curled his fingers around his shaft and lightly began exerting pressure as he slowly stroked up and down. Feeling slightly embarrassed and yet incredibly turned-on, he gradually felt waves of pleasure begin to build. His breathing became more labored as a drop of precum oozed from the slit on the crown of his cock.
When Dianne reached over and smoothed the drop of cum all over the head of his cock, Matt quickly inhaled, his breathing becoming jagged-sounding. A low moan escaped his lips.
May I play with your balls while you’re busy with the bat?” Dianne asked.
“If you do, I won’t last long,” he puffed.
“It’s not a contest,” Dianne said sliding a hand over his thigh and into the nest of curls on his sack.
She meant it too. For Dianne, this was a sensory-rich experience that she wanted to thoroughly enjoy. She reveled in the feeling of palming his balls, their weight rolling along her fingers, as she stroked them. She listened to Matt’s breathing become hard and fast, with interspersed shallow groans, and felt the rhythm of her breathing increase. Her eyes avidly followed the movement of his hand rapidly stroking up, down, up, down.
“You’re about to cum, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh. So close, so fucking close, aauuugggh.”
His balls leaped in her hand and his cock flexed in front of her eyes. A ribbon of cum about nine inches long flew up and out, hitting Matt in the face. Two more rapidly followed, hitting his neck and chest. The final few bursts more or less just dribbled out.
She got the towel and started wiping Matt down. “Wow. I wonder what that would have felt like in my pussy. That flew three feet at least.”
Matt was laughing. “God, I almost had my own cum for breakfast.”
“I probably will have mine. I’ll have to lick my fingers clean they’ll be so wet.”
“I could lick them clean for you.”
“You do housecleaning too, do you?”
“Chores as fun as that, yes.”
Dianne smiled. “My turn next. You can keep fondling a boob. Probably should move to the right one so my tits don’t become deformed either.”
Matt laughed again, switching breasts as Dianne turned onto her back. “Right hand, right hand,” she murmured, moving it down to her neatly trimmed pubic lips.
“Time to paddle the pink canoe. Get a little liquid lube to start,” sticking a couple fingers into her vagina, which was indeed liquid in anticipation. “Spread it around, get everything all slick and juicy. A little more for the boatman.” Fingers sliding inside again, making her gasp in pleasure. “That feels so good and I need this so bad.” Fingers sliding out again, fluid clinging to her fingers, a couple viscous strings extending between them. “Find the button and row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream.” Fingers sliding on either side of her clitoris, accompanied by ragged breaths.
Matt leaned down and engulfed one of her nipples in his mouth, gently suckling the taut bud. Dianne gasped, arching against his tongue.
“So good! So, so good. Mama likes. Mama likes a lot,” Dianne moaned, eyes closed, her fingers sluicing faster through her folds.
Gathering more dew with a brief trip back to the slick tunnel, sliding back to her clit, spiking up out of her folds, white and rigid.
“Cum,” Matt whispered, reminding her she was being watched. Dianne gave a strangled scream and orgasmed, her pussy pulsing with waves of pleasure. Matt inserted two of his fingers while hers continued thrumming against the tiny instrument of her pleasure. She rode the waves for several minutes, shivering, quaking, and finally slowing.
Dianne’s eyes remained closed, letting the aftershocks chase the high. Matt pulled her hand up and sucked on her fingers, his other hand still buried in her cunt, enjoying the dying spasms of her orgasm. She opened her eyes and watched him lick her fingers.
“I can’t imagine what sex with you will be like. That was one of the best orgasms I have ever had.”
“Hopefully, you won’t have to imagine forever.”
Dianne kissed him.
“Listen, I should probably leave after I help you clean up. I need to change my clothing and do some studying before your family gets here. After the play, I’d like them to stay the night instead of driving back to Madison, so we can spend more time with them tomorrow. Your mom and Beth could sleep in your bed and you could sleep on the couch. Elaine could stay with me and share my bed. Then, late tomorrow morning, we could meet up for brunch, before they have to head back home.”
“That sounds like a great plan. I’d maybe put my mom in your bed instead of Elaine so she doesn’t have to climb the stairs, but we can definitely talk about it.”
“Good. If someone else is going to sleep in your bed tonight, we need to change the sheets. They smell like sex.”
“And we didn’t even have any.”
“Did the next best thing, or second next best thing anyway. Move, Romeo.”
Before getting re-dressed, Dianne helped him change the sheets and wash the dishes. She felt a bit funny running around his apartment naked, but enjoyed the fact that she was feeling connected enough with him to be able to lower her inhibitions. It was nice feeling so close to someone else again. She kissed softly as she left, leaving a whisper of promise on his lips.
******
When Matt arrived at Dianne’s, minutes before his family did, Chloe had already left to prepare for her stage appearance.
“I told them to come here to pick us up,” Matt said.
Dianne kissed him briefly. “Good to know, stud.”
“Please tell me you’re not going to call me stud in front of my family. Besides, you don’t even know if I am a stud.”
“I have a little more savoir faire than that. I also have a good imagination.”
Matt laughed just as his family knocked on the door.
Dianne opened it. “Welcome to my humble abode. Please come in.”
Matt hugged all of his family members.
“Was that you laughing when we came to the door?” Beth asked as Matt was hugging her.
“It was.”
“I thought you forgot how to laugh. What’s changed?”
“I think we can blame that unlikelihood on my new girlfriend, Dianne,” Matt said, putting his arms around her. “We’ve been dating since Memorial Day?”
“What happened on Memorial Day?” Elaine asked.
“We were both taking a river cruise on the ‘River Queen’ paddlewheel. It was a rough day for Dianne. She met her previous husband on Memorial Day. At Chloe’s suggestion, she was on the cruise to take her mind of it.”
“I pretended I was going to throw myself into the water, hoping to create a damsel in distress scenario which would get Matt to try and rescue me, also at Chloe’s suggestion. She said Matt needed to rescue someone to help forget his own problems.”
“Matt is very good at rescuing people,” Elaine said. “I should know.”
“What kind of problems did you have?” Georgina said. “Why didn’t I know about any problems you were having? Maybe I could have helped.”
“He fell in love with the wrong woman,” Dianne said. “Someone who wasn’t free, married I think, wasn’t it Matt?”
“You fell in love with a married woman? How foolish is that. Why would you even date a married woman?”
“He didn’t know she was married,” Dianne said. “That only came out after he fell in love with her.”
Elaine looked at Dianne gratefully.
“Anyway, tonight is the closing night of Chloe’s show and we have to wine and dine her afterwards. She said it’s a theater tradition. She’s lying of course, but we thought we’d indulge her because the play is excellent and she deserves it. If you’re hungry now, I have bagels and cream cheese to nibble on, but the main meal isn’t until tonight after the show.”
“I don’t think we can stay for that,” Georgina said. “It will be so late by the time we get back to Madison.”
“Don’t go back to Madison tonight,” Dianne said. “Two of you can stay in Matt’s bed. One of you can stay in mine. Matt will sleep on the couch at his place. We can gather again tomorrow and get to know one another better. I’d like to become better acquainted with Matt’s family since we seem to be forming a thing.”
“Please, Mom,” Beth pleaded. “We don’t get to see Matt and Chloe nearly enough and Dianne seems cool too. I think it would be loads of fun.”
“We don’t have any night clothes, and nothing clean to put on tomorrow,” Georgina warned.
“If you don’t mind big baggy t-shirts,” Matt said, “you’ve got night clothes. Besides, you’re not going to church, so what’s the difference if you wear the same clothes two days in a row. We can throw them in the wash if you’re so particular.”
“Okay, I guess you talked me into it.”
“Great!” Matt said. “I was thinking Mom could stay here so she didn’t need to climb the steps, Elaine and Beth could bunk at my place.”
“If it’s all the same to you, Mother,” Elaine said. “I’d like to stay here, find out what kind of woman my baby brother is interested in.”
“No, that’s fine. I don’t mind the steps that much. I’m not ancient yet. By the way, Matt, I’m waitressing again. A nicer class of restaurant, so it pays better. No more clucks and a grunt. More like ‘what wine would you like with your duck a l’orange, sir’, kind of place.”
“Why? You haven’t worked in eleven years.”
“With Christopher in jail now, I don’t need to be around to protect Beth anymore and I needed to work to both pay the bills and keep myself occupied. Don’t worry it’s fine.”
“What’s going to happen to dear old dad?” Matt asked.
“Well, they have the goods on him for a lot of nasty stuff. If he gets convicted of it all, he’s facing life in prison. I think he’s going to attempt to get a split sentence plea deal allowing him to be released sometime in his mid-seventies. He would do a twenty-year jail term, followed by lifelong probation, mandated ankle monitoring, no computer usage, and counseling because of the porn. That outcome would work out fine for us. His conviction would ensure numerous things: my divorce would become final and I’d become a free woman again, our bank accounts would be unfrozen, and I’d have access to our savings.”
“Is that enough for all the pain he caused you, Elaine?” Matt asked.
“I wouldn’t mind if he were neutered, but otherwise I’m satisfied. It’s twice as long as I suffered.”
“If no one wants to grab a nibble, why don’t we head to the Community Theater,” Matt said. “I’ll drive if you don’t know where you’re going, Mom.”
“Do you still remember how to drive?”
“I still have all my mental faculties and no physical impairments. I think I can handle driving ten blocks.”
“I wish one of you had a car in case of emergencies.”
“I have a car, Mrs. Sanders,” Dianne said.
“You have a car?” Matt asked. “How did I not know this?
“How do you think I got here from North Carolina? You don’t know about it because I rarely use it. I don’t need it to get anywhere in La Crosse, so driving around would just cost me gas and maintenance fees. I do the basics only, start it up every couple weeks, and maintain my insurance, so I can drive it if I need to.”
“Shit! Now I can take you to the Dells.”
“Language, Matthew Sanders,” Georgina said. “Why do young people feels such a compunction to swear?”
“Sorry. Because it’s no big deal anymore.”
“It’s always a big deal if you don’t want to be considered vulgar and uncouth.”
“I am plenty couth,” Matt said. “Ask anyone.”
“It’s true, Mrs. Sanders. Other than the occasional swear word, Matt is one of the nicest gentleman I’ve ever met. I wish all men were like him.”
“It’s nice to know I wasn’t a complete failure raising him. Here are the keys to the car. Try to maintain a little decorum for Beth and me, even if no one else cares.”
“I don’t care either, mom,” Beth said. “Shit is the mildest of the nasty words I hear all the time.”
“The world is a lot less genteel than when I was young.”
******
When they got to the theater, Matt led them all to the front row.
“Chloe got us these seats. She hasn’t used any of the free seats she gets as the star. Used them all up today,” Matt said. “She’s going to come out and say ‘hi’ before the play starts.”
Fifteen minutes before the show was to start, Chloe came out holding the hand of another young woman.
“Hey, all, this is my new friend, Monica. I met her after the performance last night. She’s going to be sitting with you tonight. Monica actually knows what ‘Citizen Kane’ is.”
“What’s Citizen Kane?” Beth asked.
“Your education is sadly lacking, pumpkin. You should ask Monica during dinner, it will give you a topic of conversation. She’ll be joining us. Don’t worry, I’ll pay for her food. I have to get backstage but please get acquainted,” Chloe said, before quickly disappearing again.
“I’ll do the honors,” Matt said. “Monica, my name is Matthew Sanders. These lovely ladies are: Georgina, my mother; Elaine and Beth, my sisters; and Dianne Rogers, my date, as well as Chloe’s roommate.”
Monica shook everyone’s hand as she was introduced. “My full name is Monica Franklin,” she said. “Citizen Kane is one of the best movies ever made. I know about Dianne, but how do the rest of you know Chloe?”
“I was her first college boyfriend,” Matt said. “We dated for about six months. She met my family through me.”
“I thought she was a lesbian,” Monica said.
“She didn’t come out of the chute knowing she was lesbian,” Matt said. “She had to figure it out. I was the last boyfriend she had before she figured it out.”
“So she’s not a gold star lesbian, then,” Monica said.
“Excuse my ignorance,” Georgina said, “but what’s a gold star lesbian?”
“I know,” Beth said, raising her hand. “A lesbian who’s never touched a cock.”
“Penis, please,” Georgina said. “Don’t say cock.”
“I suppose you do need a penis, Mom, since daddy’s out of the picture, but I can’t help you there.” Beth said. “No gold star for Chloe, I think my brother popped her cherry, despite her having had a couple boyfriends before him.”
“Beth!” Georgina exclaimed. “Are you having sex?”
“Not the kind that warrants birth control, but I’m not totally innocent. I know what cum tastes like.”
“Are you just trying to shock me?”
“No, Mom. Just educate you to the realities of dating. You need to know this stuff if you’re going back on the market. Giving a guy a blow job means he won’t ask for more. No risk of getting pregnant if you’re not having regular sex. I mean everyone but Matt and Monica have probably tasted cum, right?”
“I have too,” Matt said.
“Now you’re shocking me. What the hell, Matt!”
“Not from the source, but I’ve licked a woman after cumming in her.”
“Was it Dianne?” Beth asked.
“Not me yet,” Dianne said. “Some day, maybe. We’re taking our time since I’m still slightly hooked on my dead husband.”
“You and I need to have a good long chat, young lady, and I use the word ‘lady’ loosely,” Georgina said.
“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll get you caught up before you start dating again. Elaine can help. There’s probably nothing she doesn’t know about sex.”
“I give up.”
The rest of them couldn’t help it, they all started laughing, even Monica.
“I can see that dinner this evening is going to be entertaining,” Monica said.
“You have no idea,” Matt said. “It gets even crazier with Chloe there.”
They flashed the lights signaling everyone to take a seat. They all sat down, with Monica seated beside Dianne.
“So you’ve never been with Chloe?” Monica whispered.
“Not even a kiss,” Dianne replied. “But I can give you a couple tips if you want to maintain Chloe’s interest.”
“Like what?”
“Chloe is totally dedicated to her craft. If you stand between her and her career, she’ll dump you. Be prepared to come in second place to her goals and aspirations, but I suspect her second place is better than most people’s firsts. Expect to have your experiences used in her work. The woman, before me, who interviewed to be her roommate bashed gays and that’s in her play. So is the time Matt walked in on her making out with a woman.
“Chloe is attracted to women who are intelligent, have a good sense of humor, are empathetic, and possess a little mystery. If you’re vapid or without interest, she’ll dump you. She wants someone with depth, someone who can be pried open a little at a time, not someone who is an open book. She appreciates loyalty and gives it in return. If you aren’t loyal or you cheat on her, she’ll dump you. Loyalty is primary reason why she and Matt are friends to this day. The fact that he didn’t dump her as a friend when he caught her with a woman and she came out as a lesbian, has earned him her devoted friendship. She makes it very clear who her friends are. You never have to guess where you stand with her. If you can put up with all that, she’ll be your friend for life, and with a little luck maybe even your long term girlfriend.
“Are you sure you’ve never been a girlfriend? That’s a pretty complete list.”
“Quite sure. I do pay attention though. One woman only lasted a couple days, despite Chloe finding her to be insatiable and a top notch pussy pleaser, because all she did was talk about clothes and make-up. Sex is only part of the package, not the package.”
Monica laughed. “I admit she’s been interesting as hell and very funny.”
“Don’t be surprised if she asks you to pick out a movie to watch with her. She might want to see what you consider suitable viewing material.”
“Something like Citizen Kane?”
“Too obvious now. You’ll have to do better than that.”
The house lights went down and the play started. If anything, this rendition was even better than the first one. At the end of the play, when the lights dimmed, the applause was thunderous. In response to the vigorous and prolonged clapping, Chloe reappeared for a curtain call. Grinning widely, she lifted her pants jokingly, and did a very theatrical curtsy. She patiently waited for the applause to subside and then addressed the audience.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Chloe said bowing to each corner of the theater. “This is my final performance of this play. I’d like to thank the La Crosse Community Theater for providing me with the opportunity to present this play to you. They took a risk and I hope they feel rewarded for enabling me to show you all what I can do.”
“I have a special treat for everyone tonight. I would like to introduce you to some people who are very important to me. Matt Sanders, would you please stand up so the audience can see you.”
Matt stood up, more than a little bewildered about what was going on.
“Matt is my best friend. He is also the man who walked in on me when I was having sex with a woman for the first time. He never got mad at me for cheating on him, instead he innately understood that we’re not in control of our sexuality, and has stood beside me through all the vagaries of my life. He accepted my sexuality and quirky personality even when my family ostracized me.
“Beside him is his mother, Georgina, and two sisters, Elaine and Beth. Please stand up. Georgina is the remarkable woman who raised Matt to be the man he is today, someone who can overlook a woman’s confused sexual identity and help her get through it. His two sisters, Elaine and Beth, are both incredible women who made allowance for how much I hurt their brother and still choose to honor me with their friendship.
“Sitting on his left is my roommate, Dianne, the woman I interviewed after the bigot depicted in my play. Dianne, please stand up. She told me if I could take no for an answer, she didn’t care what I was. I love that about her. There have been so many people who do care what I am, and I don’t mean in a nice way, and it was refreshing to find someone who recognized that who you love is not as important as how you love.
“There seems to be a little love interest between Dianne and Matt, so hopefully, she’ll make him forget he was ever in love with me.
“Sitting beside Dianne, is Monica Franklin, a woman I met after last night’s performance. She is also the woman I hope will be my next girlfriend, because she intrigues me and makes me wish to know her better. Stand up, Monica.
“Would you all please take a little bow for our audience, so they can see what kind of people this world needs a few more of.”
She waited for all of them to take a little bow.
“If not for the friendship and understanding of these people, who made life bearable, I might not be in front of you tonight. Please give them a warm round of applause. Thanks again for coming to my show. I’m Chloe Hamilton. God bless you all and may you all get home safely, because I need all the fans I can get.”
Chloe took a final bow and backed through the curtain. The crowd erupted in applause again and many of them gathered around Chloe’s guests. They were still fairly besieged when Chloe joined them. She thanked them all and bid them adieu, stating that she was famished and had to go eat because she had not eaten since lunch. They quickly made their way out of the theater.
“What a way to find out you want me to be your girlfriend,” Monica said.
Chloe laughed. “Yeah, I hoped that got your attention. Dianne, did you get those reservations at the Waterfront Restaurant?”
“I did. We were lucky it was for so late. Everything was booked through 8:30. It’s going to be on the pricey side.”
“I’m paying, so who gives a shi…oops, sorry Mrs. Sanders, who gives a bleep.”
They were walking to the restaurant since it was only a couple blocks away from the theater and none of their cars could carry everyone.
“What do you mean you’re paying. I thought we were paying for you,” Matt said.
“That was before.”
“Before what?” Dianne asked.
“Before the Community Theater offered me three additional two week blocks over the next year for any other works I can come up with, including a small percentage of the net gate. I can fill in between their other productions without needing all the other cast or crew other productions might take. Plus, my family heard what I was planning and Dad gave me five hundred dollars to take you all out to dinner. He asked me why I was going to thank you at the end of my performance tonight and I told him if not for you, I might have committed suicide a couple times over. I was damn close, sorry again, Mrs. S. You were the ones who kept me sane and going.”
“I didn’t know you were so depressed, Chloe,” Matt said.
“I know. I’m a great actress, always sunshine and light, but many things have been extremely tough to get through. If not for you all, I might not have made it. Why do you think this play was so important to me? I needed to thank the people who have supported me and to tell off those who haven’t. Every time someone would give me a ration of shit…damn, sorry again, Georgina. Every time someone would bring me down, one of you would lift me up. Shit, I’m not going to get through this without swearing, so I’ll just pre-apologize for all my swear words now and hope you can forgive me later.
“My families rejection threw me for a loop and I was at my rope’s end. It’s why I could understand your despondency, Matt, and why I had to jump start your ass. You saved my fucking bacon and I will always remember how you came in, gave me that great big hug, administered one of your incredible massages, and invited me to go to Madison to see your family. Your whole family welcomed me with open arms, well everyone except Christopher, but we know why now. It was life changing when you, Beth, and Georgina found it in your hearts to comfort me, despite the fact that I hurt you. Your family got me through the worst time in my life, Matt. I owe you so much, you’ll never know how much. If I ever become famous, you’ll all be the reason why I made it that far.
“Dianne, you made me realize the entire world isn’t comprised of assholes. Your accepting attitude meant so much to me, especially after listening to that bitch tell me what a freaking pervert I was moments before you interviewed. You helped restore a little bit of my faith in humanity and I really needed that after how she treated me.”
“Damn!” Georgina said.
“Mother,” her three kids said, “watch your fucking language.”
Georgina laughed. “I deserved that.”
They reached the Waterfront and trooped back to the big table set up for them.
“Order whatever the hell you want,” Chloe said, “except no alcohol for the minors, missy,” she directed to Beth. To Monica, “Can I kiss you. I’m dying to find out how you kiss.”
“Fuck yes! Sorry, Georgina.”
They came together and the kiss lasted a good long time. Chloe eventually pulled back and said, “I really needed that. Dianne doesn’t give me any satisfaction at all.”
They all laughed. Two waiters came and took their orders.
When the waiters left, Beth asked, “Two committed lesbians at the table, wow. What’s it like having sex with a woman?”
“Great,” Monica and Chloe said. Chloe added, “But remember all the stuff that goes with it. The prejudice, the bigotry. Everything in my play happened to me. Your life is so much easier if you’re normal. You have to put up with a bunch of crap if you’re the slightest bit different. People are happy to label you and tear you down for not being like them. Unless you have a burning emotional attachment to women, you’re probably better off with guys, especially if you can find a good one like your brother.”
“Elaine, have you had sex with a woman?” Beth asked.
“I had sex with whoever had the money.”
“Right.”
Monica looked quizzically at Elaine. “You’ll find out all about if you hang around long enough,” Chloe said. “Sad tale, into a new chapter. It’s the next major script I’m working on. Don’t worry about it. Elaine is good people.”
“Dianne, how about you?”
“No, but I kissed one pretty thoroughly last weekend.”
“Yes,” Chloe said, “cheating on me with some African-American floozy.” She laughed and told them the story of Yolanda and Dianne pulling the prank on Matt and Marty, complete with sound effects and script.
Chloe was kissing her arm and going, “Baby, are you going to make me cum?” “With my tongue, lover. How could I not taste the fresh honey dripping from your twat?” “Oh, you make me feel so good. I’m going to cum.”
Everyone at the table was laughing. When she finished, she stood up and took a little bow.
“It wasn’t quite that bad,” Dianne said. “But that was definitely funnier. Monica, remember how I warned you that anything you tell Chloe could turn up in something she wrote or performed. Nothing is sacred.”
“Too true. Life is a series of scripts waiting to be told.”
Georgina cleared her throat and said, “I kissed a girl once and a little more.”
The table went dead for a half minute.
“Mom?” Beth finally said.
“What? You just told me you were sucking off your boyfriends. You think you’re the only one who ever did anything a little bit crazy?”
“Mrs. Sanders,” Chloe said, “how much is a little more?”
“Okay, a lot more. Probably most of what you’ve done.”
“Do tell. And I mean do tell. I have to hear this story. I promise I will change the names to protect the guilty.”
The whole table leaned in to hear.
“It was after Elaine’s father died, but before I met Christopher. There was a waitress named Laverne, whom I used to work with at the diner, who would flirt with everyone, and I mean everyone. Made no difference who it was. I thought it was all kind of a put on, part of an act she did to get larger tips. That was until I saw her kissing one of the other waitresses in the back room. I realized then it wasn’t all just an act, although it might have gotten her larger tips. I was kind of curious. The next time she flirted with me, I flirted back, and it ended in another kiss in the back room. You know the Katy Perry song, ‘I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It.’ Well, I liked it.
“For maybe two months or so, it led to much more than kissing away from work. Finally, I came to the realization that I liked sex with men more than women. Considering what happened later, meeting and eventually marring Christopher, maybe I should have stuck with Laverne, but she was married and in those days one didn’t often admit to feelings about other women. Even if she would have left her husband, I don’t think she was the faithful type, and would most likely have broken my heart eventually.”
“Is that the reason you could accept me for what I am?” Chloe asked.
“It didn’t hurt.”
“I knew this was going to be an interesting dinner,” Monica said. “I had no clue.”
“I can’t believe my Mom has done something I haven’t done,” Beth said.
“You didn’t invent sex, Beth, believe me. Did you know that I jumped the gun with Elaine’s dad and she wasn’t two weeks premature? Maybe I should have sucked off her father.”
“OMG. I need to hang around with you guys more often. Who knows what else I might learn. The next time you try to give me a curfew, I’m so going to use this.”
“Please remember the mistakes I made are the reasons I give you things like a curfew. I don’t want you doing the same things I did. What if something had happened and I didn’t get married? Things are easier now than they were then, but you can’t tell me the girls who get pregnant before getting married don’t still get flack. Or that certain girls don’t get reputations as sluts and are shunned by others. Chloe is right. If it was known I’d had sex with a woman, I would have been ostracized. Maybe I would have gotten fired from a job I needed. Learn from the mistakes of others so you don’t have to make them all yourself.”
“Your mother is right, Beth,” Chloe said. “Learn from others. How many people at your school have come out as gay?”
“Three.”
“And how ostracized are they? Do you let them know they’re okay despite their sexual orientation? Do you say anything to anyone who makes fun of them, stand up for them?”
Beth shook her head.
“That’s another reason for my play. Things need to change. Statistically, roughly ten percent of the human population is gay, although fewer than that come out of the closet. Your school has way more than thirty people in it. Now some of the students who are gay may not know it yet. I didn’t know it until I left high school. I knew I was different, but not why. Far more of them might know they are different and refuse to come out because they know they won’t be accepted.
“Everyone knows that there is an epidemic of teenagers committing suicide because they’re shamed in social media. It’s a disgrace. You never know when a kind word to someone will change their life. No one should have to go through the things I did. But I had friends who got me through it. If someone had said the wrong thing to me at the right time, I’d be dead now. Instead, you and others said the right thing at the right time. Don’t be a herd animal. Stand up for what you believe. Help the people you can help. Support the people who need it.
“We’re all human. Everyone makes mistakes and bad choices. As long as those mistakes and bad choices don’t hurt others, it shouldn’t matter to anyone. For instance, your Mom shouldn’t have had to worry she could be fired for being with a woman because she didn’t do anything which hurt anyone.
“She’s giving you good advice. I know it’s good, because she raised good, moral, caring kids. Don’t disregard it just because you think it’s old fashioned or square. That’s why I don’t resent the fact she tells me I shouldn’t sweat as much as I do, even though I can’t always do what she says. That’s just her love talking to you. It’s good sense built up by a lifetime of living and learning.”
Monica said, “Can I tell you how much I admire you right now. You’re sweeping me off my feet.”
“My plan is working then,” Chloe said, laughing. “I want to bed you so bad I can taste it.”
“Ewww! TMI, TMI,” Beth said.
The food was delivered and everyone set to eating. Monica and Chloe were holding hands as they ate, their fingers roaming over the back of the hand they held, before trading places. They were also making eyes at each other. Everyone noticed.
In response to the public displays of affection, Beth said, “Get a room,” and Monica replied, “as soon as we’re done eating.”
Matt and Dianne also frequently held hands. They weren’t as blatant about it, but it certainly didn’t go unnoticed. Elaine especially noticed. She was both delighted and saddened that it looked like Matt had moved on from her. She was delighted that she no longer needed to worry about what might happen if they were alone together and saddened because she still had to deal with the loss of love unfulfilled.
Dianne noticed her focus on them. “I’d like to say how much I admire Matt and how fine a young man he is. I want everyone to know, especially you, Elaine, that I will endeavor to never do anything which hurts him.”
Matt squeezed her hand.
“Thanks for looking out for him,” Elaine said.
“Why especially Elaine, dear, and not me?” Georgina asked. “I’m his mother.”
“Chloe told me how Matt gave Elaine money so she could quit her previous profession and still be able to pay for an apartment and go to school. It was obvious how grateful to him she was when she came by later to return the money. I could sense a special connection between them, a unique bond closer than most brothers and sisters have, especially ones who were estranged for so long and have such a significant age difference. I just want her to know that I understand and would never do anything to hurt her brother or damage their relationship. It was listening to Elaine and Chloe speak in such glowing terms about what a good brother and man Matt was that made me want to get to know the sad sack who kept coming to visit.
“Spending the last few weeks with him have made me realize he was everything they said he was and more. Only someone special could begin to heal my heart after my husband died, and I think I’ve found that someone special.”
Elaine smiled at her. “Thank you, and you’re right. We have a close bond and I appreciate you telling me you won’t hurt him.”
It appeared as though a weight had been lifted from Elaine’s shoulders.
They were among the last people in the restaurant as it prepared to close. After settling the bill, they walked back to the theater. Monica drove Chloe home in her car. Matt transported everyone else back to where they were staying, dropping Elaine and Dianne at Chloe’s before heading to his apartment with his mother and Beth.
Monica and Chloe had disappeared into Chloe’s bedroom and closed the door before Dianne and Elaine got to the apartment.
“Would you like a nightcap or anything to drink before bed, Elaine?” Dianne asked.
“No, it’s late tonight. I’m pretty tired. Us old folks you know.”
“I know you weren’t planning on spending the night when you came today. I stopped and got a toothbrush for you. Is there anything else I can get you before you retire?”
“I actually carry a toothbrush and small bottle of mouthwash with me. A habit I got into in as a professional cock sucker.”
“You shouldn’t run yourself down. You did what was necessary to survive when you were between a rock and a hard place. Prostitution is commonly an occupation people are forced into by circumstances beyond their control.”
“You know, don’t you?”
“About you and Matt, yes. He told me on our first real date together. He thought it might make a difference in whether I’d continue to see him. It didn’t and wouldn’t. You had no idea who each other were.”
“We almost had sex twice after we knew. We were lucky.”
“I understand. It’s hard to avoid sexual intimacy once the emotional and physical bonds have formed. Believe me, I know. I’ve been lucky too. Last night, I practically threw myself at Matt despite wanting to wait until I was over my late husband. He was stronger than I was and told me he wanted to wait a month so I was certain I was ready. It was incredibly fortunate that your brother was honorable enough not to take advantage of me, or I may have done something I would regret. I am grateful that he has never once done anything I would consider to be less than noble and decent, despite numerable opportunities to do so.”
Elaine went up to Dianne and hugged her. “Thank you, and I’m so happy it’s you he’s falling in love with and not some bimbo.”
“Chloe is right about another thing. You’re not going to find a man like Matt if you’re not looking. Not even looking as much as being open to the possibility. I’ve known two men in my life who I consider to be good men. I know more of them are out there. I can’t have found the only two.”
Elaine smiled. “Believe me, I found a whole lot more than two who weren’t great shakes as humans, let alone men.”
“Don’t you think that’s partly because of what you were doing? If you participate in seedy activities you’re bound to meet sleazier characters than if you engage in more wholesome pursuits which allow you to meet a better class of people. I think your outlook on humanity has been clouded by the lowlifes you met in your previous profession. Perhaps if you socialize with an entirely different set of people you’ll find some that aren’t all bad.”
“Perhaps you’re right. My first impressions of Matt would have been just another jock who wanted his bell rung for twenty bucks. He certainly had a lot more depth than I expected when he walked into the room waving his Andrew Jackson around?”
“Is Andrew Jackson a prostitutes professional term for a cock?”
Elaine laughed. “No. It’s a term for a twenty, like Benjamins is a term for hundreds.”
“I asked because Matt’s is certainly big enough to wave around.”
“So despite not having sex, you’ve seen it.”
“Oh yes, and handled it as well. It’s quite impressive. I don’t know how I’m going to fit him in my mouth once we finally start having oral sex. I told him oral sex was off the table until we have intercourse because once that starts sex will inevitably follow. So for now it’s hands only. I’m beginning to think we should even limit that as much as possible or I’ll never make it a month.”
“I didn’t last the night,” Elaine said. “It was only supposed to be a blow job, but I desperately wanted to fuck once I spent a little time with him. Normally, I don’t. I could count on one hand the number of men I had sex with after I decided to specialize in blow jobs for college students, and two of those don’t count because they raped me.”
Dianne put her hand on Elaine’s shoulder and pulled her in for another hug.
“You’ve had a tough life and I’m sorry. But I’m also glad you’re out of it now and have your family back. I hope the rest of your life turns out much better than the first part did.”
“You know, in a way, part of me wants to hate you, but that’s going to be very difficult to do.”
“Good,” Dianne said, “because I don’t want to hate you at all.”
They finished brushing their teeth and headed to the bedroom. Dianne took out two pajama tops and offered one to Elaine to sleep in. They quickly changed and climbed into bed after turning out the light.
“You know, there’s a trick involved in giving oral sex to large cocks,” Elaine said.
“What is it?”
“Do you have a somewhat lifelike dildo?”
“Yes, and it’s seen a lot of use lately.”
“Turn on the light again and give it to me.”
Dianne did as asked, turning on the bedside lamp and pulling the dildo from her drawer.
“Is it clean?” Elaine asked after receiving it.
“It doesn’t go back in the drawer until I’ve washed it.”
“Okay. The first time you suck Matt, you’ll want to hang your head over the edge of the bed like this.”
Elaine demonstrated, lying on her back and leaning her head over the edge of the bed.
“You see how this straightens the throat, taking a lot of the curve out of it?”
“Yes.”
“This is a good way to do it until you get used to sucking a larger cock, and if he’s really hard it might be the only way to handle it. You may not have to do this every time, especially if it’s got a little bit of flexibility.
‘The trick is to swallow while you’re trying to get it down. It helps overcome the gag reflex. Just keep swallowing. Not only is it suppressing the tendency to gag, it’s also helping it move down your throat, without having to be rammed down there, which some men will do whether you want it or not. Matt won’t, don’t worry about that, but generally speaking. Watch now.”
Elaine slid the dildo directly into her mouth and down her throat. She moved it back and forth several times so Dianne could see her throat moving over the dildo as it slid down. There was no gagging or gasping. Elaine sucked on the dildo for fifteen or twenty seconds, then pulled it out, slurping as she withdrew it.
“It helps to get in a breathing rhythm which works in conjunction with the thrusting. You might want to keep your hands on his thighs or hips to help get him in the rhythm of your breathing.”
“Does it feel as strange to you as it does me that you’re teaching me how to suck your brother’s cock?”
Elaine laughed. “Oh, yes. It’s definitely out there. Don’t tell him I taught you.”
“Do you believe I should just let him think I became a proficient cock sucker all on my own?”
“Tell him your husband showed you what to do.”
“Because my husband was such a proficient cock sucker?”
Elaine laughed again. “Tell him you watched a YouTube video because you were wondering how to handle his extra large trouser snake.”
“Yeah, I could tell him that. They probably do have an instructional video.”
“Okay, you try it. Remember to swallow, swallow, swallow.”
Dianne got on the bed in the same position. She wondered if she should be starting on something smaller, but it had certainly looked easy when Elaine did it.
She tried doing the same thing and started gagging right away.
“Too fast. Go slower. I had a lot of practice before I could go that fast.”
Dianne tried again. Going slower, she got more down this time before feeling like she was choking. She pulled it out and went again. Ten minutes later, after a few fits and starts, Dianne was doing a decent job of mimicking Elaine, though not as smoothly. When she pulled the dildo out of her mouth it was substantially messier, sloppy with saliva, but okay.
“There you go. Keep practicing, and you’ll find it won’t be bad at all.”
“Five minutes of practice each night before I use it,” Dianne said, “should get it wet enough to use without needing lube. I have to admit I haven’t had to use much lube at all lately.”
“How long has it been since you’ve gotten laid?”
“About two years now. Robert was deployed for about seven months before he was killed.”
“Shit! No wonder you threw yourself at Matt.”
“Yeah. Even this thing gathered a lot of dust. I wasn’t much interested in sex after Robert died. I maybe masturbated three times before dating Matt. Now it’s practically a nightly occurrence.”
“I know what you mean. I haven’t felt much like sex either.”
Dianne got up and washed her toy before returning it to her bedside drawer and turning the lights off again. She got into bed and sought out Elaine’s hand for a gentle squeeze, then continued holding it.
“You’ll find someone that will make you need to masturbate in order to keep from having sex with them. I’m sure of it. You’re a beautiful woman and someone will love you in a way you feel you don’t deserve. You will deserve it. Let it happen.”
Elaine smiled in the dark. Her brother was in good hands. She curled up and went to sleep, Diane’s hand still in hers.
******
Dianne called Matt the next morning to let him know that they were awake so he could come over. She told him she was making pancakes for everyone, with Elaine’s help, so he should bring a gallon of orange juice with him.
“Be careful,” Matt said. “She told me she burned toast.”
“I heard that,” Elaine shouted. “I also told you the toaster was broken. Mom’s been teaching me how to be a better cook.”
Matt laughed in the background. “We’ll be there in thirty, no forty minutes, if I’m bringing orange juice. Plan accordingly.”
Chloe stuck her head out of her bedroom door, Monica peeking around Chloe. Neither of them appeared dressed. “What’s all the shouting about out here?”
“Pancake breakfast in forty minutes roughly. Be out here if you’re hungry.”
“I’m famished,” Chloe said. “Good sex is hard work.”
“We wouldn’t know,” Elaine said. “We weren’t up half the night fucking.”
“Not my fault. You had access to as many cunts as I did.”
Dianne laughed. “That’s true, but you have to make allowances for the cock lovers who didn’t have one available.”
“It’s why girl sleepovers are so much better for me than you,” Chloe said. “Come on, Monica. Forty minutes still gives us time for a quickie before we have to become presentable.”
They had a glimpse of her pushing Monica toward the bed before the door closed.
“Nothing much has changed I see,” Elaine said. “Is Chloe still going through two a month?”
“She was. I have a feeling Monica might be more permanent. There seemed to be a spark of something more last night than I usually see. We’ll know for sure if she brings Monica home to meet the parents. Matt said she hasn’t done it with any of her girls so far.”
“Chloe is an extremely talented individual, but her social life has been a total mess lacking any permanence whatsoever.”
“She’s still young. I don’t think there’s a rush.”
“Not if this doesn’t become a permanent pattern for her life. Better than mine, I guess. I measured my social life in minutes.”
“You’re so bad.”
Elaine laughed. “I’ll mix the batter if you make the bacon and sausage. Do we want to stick blueberries or something in the batter?”
“I got both blueberries and strawberries, why don’t we just put them in a bowl to spoon over the pancakes, since I don’t know what everyone will want. This was they can even have both. I set the blueberries in the fridge to thaw yesterday afternoon.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
They worked well together in the kitchen, avoiding collisions even when they seemed inevitable, a side step or duck bring them out of harms way. After thirty-five minutes, Chloe and Monica were in the kitchen helping set the table.
“Your table only seats four comfortably,” Monica said. “Do we want to eat in shifts or what?”
“Put three more place settings on the coffee table in the living room. We can still talk to one another,” Chloe said. “Dianne, do you want me to cut up the strawberries?”
“Sounds great. Thanks.”
By the time the others had arrived, they had a stack of fifteen pancakes started and five more on the griddle. The counter was laden with syrup, bacon, sausages, and fruit. Elaine told everyone to grab three pancakes and breakfast meat and get started.
“Save three slices of bacon for me and one sausage link. Other than that, I don’t care how much you eat.”
Matt came up behind his sister and rubbed her shoulders. “How did your night go?”
“It went well. Dianne’s going to be good for you.”
“I think so too. She’s a good person.”
“Better than you deserve,” Elaine replied. “Sit down and eat. I’ll let you finish that later.”
He laughed, kissed Dianne on the neck, sat down and started in on some pancakes with strawberries and blueberries.
It was a good mix of people, everyone chatted amicably, and there was a lot of laughter. Even Monica was fully engaged in the conversation almost as if she’d known everyone for years. When breakfast was finished, Beth and Georgina washed and dried the dishes, while Matt put them away. Afterward, everyone gathered in the living room. Matt sat behind Elaine and finished rubbing her neck and shoulders, then offered to do the same for everyone else, including Monica, Beth and Georgina.
“I forget how good that feels,” Georgina said. “You should teach Beth how to do it. She’s got strong fingers.”
“How long has Matt been doing that for people?” Dianne asked.
“Since he was fifteen or sixteen. He just started doing it and he was good at it. I think it’s one of the reasons he decided to go into physical therapy.”
“You haven’t felt anything until you’ve gotten an all over body massage,” Chloe said, “though I suppose it would be weird if he did it for you, Georgina. Dianne, have you gotten one yet?”
“Not yet. Maybe after next weeks movie night.”
“If I can talk Monica into letting a guy touch her, maybe Matt will throw in one for her one too, if Dianne has no objection.”
Dianne smiled at her. “What movie should we watch next week, Chloe?” she asked.
“I’m thinking ‘Pulp Fiction’. Quentin Tarantino glorifies violence a little too much for my taste, but nobody in Hollywood is doing dialogue any better than he is, and ‘Pulp Fiction’ is the best example of that I can think of. There are seven or eight scenes where the dialogue is just perfect.”
“Good one,” Matt said. “Satisfies my need for gratuitous violence as well.”
“I was thinking of you when I suggested it. However, you’re going to have to watch ‘The Philadelphia Story’ with me at some point in recompense. Another Kate Hepburn classic, though Jimmy Stewart got the Oscar.”
“It sounds fun,” Beth said. “I wish you guys lived a little closer.”
“Why don’t the three of you plan to come some Friday and stay a couple of nights so you can do a movie night with us,” Dianne said. “I’ve had a lot of fun with all of you and we’d love to have you stay with us again.”
“You don’t want an old fuddy-duddy like me coming and spoiling all your fun,” Georgina said.
“I’m not sure we can call you a fuddy-duddy any longer, Georgina. I think your fuddy-duddy days went out the window last night when you admitted to having sex with Laverne,” Chloe said, putting her arm around Monica. “Maybe I can get some tips from you about pleasing a woman. I’d like to keep this one happy.”
“Why do I think I’m going to resent ever letting that little piece of info slip out?”
“I told you I would change the names of the guilty,” Chloe said. “You don’t have to fear anything from me. I’d keep an eye on Beth though. She looks sneaky enough to resort to blackmail or extortion.” She put a mock glare on her face as she looked at the culprit.
“Fine. I won’t use it against her. It is a fun piece of information though.”
“I’d remind you to listen to your mother. You won’t meet much better people than your mother, fuddy-duddy or not.”
“On that note, for which I gratefully thank you, Chloe, we’d better get going. It’s a two hour drive back. I really enjoyed your play and I’m looking forward to seeing what else you come up with.”
“Don’t be surprised if you find yourself and Laverne in the next one, if I keep up the lesbian theme, though I’m thinking I need to move on from that so I don’t repeat myself. Perhaps a diner, general people watching theme. I’ll have to think about it. I have some ideas I need to mull over”
“Did Christopher ever know you’d been with a woman?” Elaine asked.
“I doubt it. I never told him. Never left any incriminating information around.” Georgina chuckled. “Wouldn’t that have blown his gasket. Maybe when I go in to get the divorce papers signed, I’ll go with a woman. Make him think he never could satisfy a woman and that’s why he was attracted to kids.”
“Hell yeah,” Monica said. “I’ll sign up for that one. Chloe told me what happened.”
“Aren’t you a little young for me,” Georgina said.
“At least I’m of legal age,” Monica said. “It might get his goat even more, plus he doesn’t know me. Dianne is the only one of the rest of us who could pull it off, and she might not be as comfortable as I am role playing it.”
“I don’t know,” Matt said, going into a falsetto voice, “You’re going to make me cum, Yolanda. Keep doing that.”
They all laughed again. “Okay, maybe she could pull it off.”
Dianne hugged everyone warmly before they left. Matt stayed.
“If you’re going to stay, cowboy, it’s a study night,” Dianne said.
“I brought my books. I’m prepared.”
“I’d better go,” Monica said, “I didn’t bring my books and I’ve got a term paper due on Friday.” She kissed Chloe. “Thank you for including me in the madness. I had a great time.”
“As did I, dahling,” Chloe said, flicking a pantomimed cigarette. “You’re welcome here any time. I shall trash all my current girlfriends. From now on, you’re numero uno.”
Monica gave her another kiss with a little more heat, before she left.
“Well?” Matt asked.
“I think I’m in love.”
“That was quick,” Dianne said.
“When you know, you know.”
“Isn’t that peachy. We’ve all got partners now,” Matt said.
“Yes, we do,” Dianne said. “It’s extremely peachy, I should know, since I’m from Georgia.”
******
Over the next several weeks, Matt and Dianne grew much closer. More often than not, they spent their evenings together, but Matt still refused to cross the line he’d set. Accordingly, they saved their biggest misadventures for Friday and Saturday nights, when they would caress each other to orgasm before falling asleep in each other’s arms. The rest of the week, they would study together, curled up next to each other on the couch. Afterward, they often canoodled, as Dianne called it, but kept those sessions relatively brief and tame, by avoiding direct genital contact and the removal of any clothes. Despite this, they were both aroused by even the briefest of contacts and usually had to end those evenings masturbating alone. As a joke, they would remind each other to use their right hand instead of their left before they parted ways.
On those nights, Dianne would use her dildo to practice her fellatio skills, just as Elaine had taught her, and she rapidly mastered swallowing the whole thing. Once satisfied with her practice, she’d pound the dildo into her pussy until she had two or three orgasms, sometimes using a small vibrator as well.