Summer Surprise

In this chapter, our protagonists attend a funeral and a Memorial for Monica. This chapter contains group sex, oral sex, and lesbian sex. My thanks to JohnnyGalt, who makes this chapter so much better. Any remaining errors are mine.

 

Summer Surprise, Part 4

 

Chloe was still in her room when Matt and Dianne got up to eat. There was still some stew left plus leftover KFC chicken. Dianne rapped on Chloe’s door.

“We’re reheating stew and eating the last of the chicken. Do you want any?”

“Sure. I’ll be out in a few.”

Dianne told Matt to heat up enough for Chloe. He nodded and got enough to go around for everyone. Chloe came out three minutes later, clad only in a light t-shirt and panties, not dissimilar to what Dianne was wearing. Matt had added a pair of athletic shorts to his attire, all of them comfortable with various states of dress or undress, with each other.

“You two were sure noisy in there. My God, you fucked all afternoon,” Chloe said.

“Our chances to be intimate decreased the last few days. Seemed like a good time to take advantage of the quiet,” Dianne replied. “How’s your work going?”

“I’m getting there. Does this mean you don’t want me in your bed tonight? More time for kissy face?”

“No,” Dianne said, “we had sex all afternoon so it wouldn’t be necessary to go again tonight. You’re still welcome.”

“I probably have put a crimp in your usual activities,” Chloe said.

“Not so much we want to kick you out,” Matt answered. “We both understand the need for the closeness you crave and we’re good with it.”

Chloe hugged each of them. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Are you packed up and ready to go tomorrow?” Matt asked.

“No, next item on the agenda. Are you?”

“Next on ours too, since more immediate kissy face needs have been taken care of in addition to food,” Dianne said.

“Please don’t call it kissy face anymore, ever,” Matt said. “Eww! Stew is ready.”

Both women gave him an impish grin. Matt dished up three large bowls of stew and a piece of chicken for the two women and two for himself.

“This takes care of the last of the food Mom and Ethel made. Someone, who shall remain nameless, ate the last of the chili this morning.”

“Chili over omelets with extra cheese,” Chloe said. “Mmm, mmm, good.”

“It was tasty,” Dianne said. “They made a dynamite chili. I should get the recipe.”

They made small talk for the rest of the meal, an easy companionship among close friends. They helped wash and put away all the dishes, threw out any expiring food as they’d be gone the next three days. Matt threw the garbage into the apartment dumpsters. Everyone picked out their clothes for the next several days, using one large suitcase and a hanging garment bag.

They’d be flying in their funeral clothes as they’d be going straight to the funeral home for the services. Chloe had professional clothes for her meeting with the Camp Randall stadium people on Sunday afternoon, but she didn’t have anything for the Memorial but a light raincoat.

“Where’s your Monday clothes?” Dianne asked.

“I’ll be wearing something I get in Madison,” Chloe said. “You’ll see.”

After brushing teeth, they all undressed in Dianne’s room. Matt’s cock was half hard when he removed his jockeys.

“I can give you a few minutes alone to take care of that before coming back,” Chloe said. “I’m not that sleepy yet.”

“It’s okay,” Matt said. “It’s more of a leftover from earlier than a sign of things to come.”

“Ah, cum being the operative word there,” Chloe said.

Matt and Dianne laughed. Matt got into bed and waited for the two women to join him. Matt watched as Dianne looked at Chloe. Dianne was considering the naked Chloe as a potential sex partner, which caused her to look at her differently than normal. Chloe was slim, dark haired, C cupped, high, firm breasts with perky nipples which kind of begged to be sucked. She was neatly trimmed around her pussy to better accommodate oral sex.

“Uh, what are you doing?” Chloe asked, feeling Dianne’s heated gaze.

“I’m considering you as a possible fuck buddy. You look incredible.”

Chloe looked at Matt. “What the fuck is going on here?”

“I told Dianne that if she wanted to see what it was like to be with a woman, I’d have no objection if she did so with you. She wanted to think about it. I don’t know if she’s made up her mind or not, but she is thinking about it.”

“What? Are you planning on staying here to watch?”

“No. If Dianne decides to move forward, you can either go to your room or I will.”

“Is this a pity fuck like I tried to give you?”

“Would you like to field this one, Dianne?”

“I won’t lie and tell you sympathy doesn’t play a part,” Dianne said, “but as you learned this morning, I was curious before Monica was killed. I wouldn’t have acted if Matt had any problem with it, but he says he doesn’t. You know I’m committed to him and I’m not looking for anything other than what I – what we – have. In a way, it’s similar to you coming to bed with us. We know you don’t want to sleep alone and the reasons for it and we’re willing to allow you naked in our bed.

“This would be an extension of that, but along the same lines. I think after the death of someone close, we feel the need to be alive, to feel something. Matt and I had sex on Monday evening for that very reason. It’s to counteract death, to rage and fight against it, to seek life. It’s not uncommon. My primary worry is instead of feeling grateful for feeling alive again, you’d feel you were cheating on Monica, not respecting her memory, and become more depressed. I don’t want to make you feel worse. I want you to feel better, hopefully while I’m enjoying it too.”

“Would this be a one time thing?”

“If I didn’t enjoy it, it probably would be one time, but Matt was open to it going on longer if I wasn’t averse to it.”

“Why, Matt? I know how much I hurt you. Isn’t this a little like finding me having sex with someone else except now I’m doing it with your current girlfriend and not some stranger?”

“I don’t think so. For one thing, I knew I was more emotionally invested in our relationship than you were. I thought it was a matter of time before you loved me as much as I loved you. As it turned out, you couldn’t love me as much as I loved you. You loved women. I’ve been dating Dianne for almost a year and I’m as certain of her feelings for me as I am of my own. I don’t expect this to have negative consequences for me. Dianne isn’t cheating on me. She’s not doing this behind my back. I don’t consider what you and she would be doing as the same thing you did.”

“Let’s say we do this and Dianne enjoys it. She’s my roommate. You aren’t around all the time, even though you are here a lot. If we’re both feeling a bit randy and decide to have another go, does she let you know ahead of time we’re going to fuck or do we just fuck and tell you about it later. What if we’re doing it five days a week? What if our sex interferes with your sex? What if we want to spend the night together or fall asleep after sex?

“What about tonight? We go into my bedroom and have sex. Is she going to come running back here to be with you, leaving me alone for the rest of the night or stay with me, leaving you alone? Or are we both to come back here to you and climb into the sack with you as if we haven’t just had sex with each other? And if we come back and want a cuddle, are you going to be okay with us cuddling and leave you out of it? What if we leave you here and go to my room and start having sex together and ten minutes from now, you change your mind because it feels worse than you thought it would. Do you scream stop and expect us to quit, or bust into the room to make us stop. You say you’re okay with it now. Are you going to feel as benevolent under any of those conditions?”

Dianne turned to Matt. “I think she’s making valid points. I do see the potential for problems under those circumstances. I don’t anticipate feeling differently for you regardless, but I think it would be very easy for us to do something which would make you feel differently about me and by inference, Chloe. She values your friendship a great deal and I don’t think she wants to jeopardize it any more than I do.”

Matt was silent. He could see the same potential difficulties now as they could.

“The worst thing is, I’m going to feel weird now sleeping in your bed,” Chloe said. “When Dianne puts her arms around me, is she thinking about sex with me? Are you going to be thinking of her thinking about having sex with me? This whole thing just got really strange. I’m not sure I can spend the night anymore.”

“Please, Chloe, I don’t think it’s risen to that level of weirdness yet, but I can see I didn’t think this through as much as I needed to,” Matt said.

Chloe sat on the edge of the bed, unsure if she wanted to stay or go. Dianne racked her brain trying to think of something which might make it better.

She came up with a possible solution. The question was, would the others agree.

“May I suggest something for your consideration?” Dianne asked. “What if it was never Chloe and I pairing off alone? If Chloe wanted to have sex with me, it would be with Matt present. A threesome without Chloe having sex with Matt. No one leaves, everyone stays. When the sex is over, we cuddle together, we sleep together. Chloe and I wouldn’t have sex at all unless all of us were present. Matt doesn’t necessarily have to participate, but we’re not doing anything behind his back. If Matt and I are having sex and Chloe wants to join in, she can, as much or as little as she wants. Any sex we women would have together wouldn’t interfere with Matt’s sex or vice versa, and might even enhance it.”

Chloe turned to face Dianne, a quizzical smile on her face.

“A lot of the issues you just talked about wouldn’t be there. Granted, we’d be having quasi public, group sex without any privacy between the three of us, but you’ve both had sex together before. Matt and I have had sex. The only ones not to have sex are Chloe and me, and that can be remedied tonight with Matt watching. I’ve enjoyed sleeping nude with you, so I’m looking forward to seeing if I enjoy the rest. If it bothers Matt, he can ask us to stop and I would. If it doesn’t bother him, as I expect it won’t, since he’s already said he enjoys lesbian porn, I can take care of any problems which might crop up. I can think of some interesting sex we might all have together over time. Chloe and I in a sixty-nine while Matt fucks me. Matt fucks me while I lick you. We all get something out of it.”

“And if you don’t like lesbian sex?” Chloe asked.

“It’s a possibility, but I don’t think a strong one because of my curiosity about it. If I thought it would be offensive, I doubt I’d be so interested in it, but if I don’t, then we’re back to where we were this morning before any of this came out. You come to bed with us like you would have anyway. I certainly don’t have any problems with that, and haven’t any of the last several nights. I’ve cleaned Matt’s cock after he’s fucked me, so I certainly know what I taste like, at least. I doubt if you taste much different, except with less male sperm attached to it.

“The question then becomes, can you have sex with me in front of Matt and satisfy his perverted cravings to watch two women get it on. Not as bad as Marty, but I’m relatively certain he’ll have an erection which needs taming before we’re done. You get tired of participating or find another girlfriend, it’s fine. We won’t get our noses bent out of shape if that happens. You said the sex with Matt wasn’t bad. Maybe you can enjoy his cock once in a while while dining on pussy. I think it’s doable. Do both of you?”

Matt and Chloe looked at one another. “What do you think, Matt? Dianne is right. Your friendship is more important to me than sex. I never want to lose that. Can we do this and remain friends?”

“I think it could even enhance it. None of us would have a reason to get jealous. We’re close now and get along well together. I’m not sure adding the physical can harm us if we’re honest with one another.”

Dianne giggled.

“What’s so funny?” Chloe asked.

“Maybe we should go on another camping trip with Marty and Yolanda and the three of us share a tent. Wouldn’t that get Marty’s goat. We could keep him up all night.”

Matt and Chloe laughed. “That would be pretty funny,” Matt said.

“Chloe, if we’re going to do this, you’ll need to show me what to do, because I’d only be guessing at how to please a woman.”

“Go ahead, Chloe, show her a good time. If you want, I can turn off the light. Just because I’m in the room doesn’t mean I have to watch.”

Chloe turned to Dianne who said, “I don’t care if he watches.”

“This is going to be strange, having sex with another person in the room,” Chloe said.

“Think of it as a love scene for a movie role,” Dianne said.

She lay down on the bed as Matt moved over to give them room.

“Before we do anything else, we need to kiss. The few chaste friend kisses you’ve given me have made me want more,” Chloe said, sliding into bed beside her.

“Whatever you want,” Dianne said, welcoming Chloe into her arms.

They just kissed for several minutes. Dianne noticed how much softer a woman’s kisses were. Less hurried too, it seemed. Like men had someplace they needed to go, but Chloe was perfectly content to kiss as long as she wanted. Matt was a good kisser. She’d always thought of him as a ten on a scale of ten, but if Matt was a ten, Chloe was a twelve. Dianne wondered if all women kissed better. She was also conscious of their breasts rubbing together, soft pillows as opposed to the hard planes of Matt’s chest. Chloe’s hand began on her waist, but moved down until she was holding her ass, pulling their lower bodies closer.

Eventually, Chloe’s hand began to wander, lightly tracing the lines of her body, feathery touches that were just firm enough not to tickle. Her nipples engorged, becoming stiff points poking into Chloe’s soft globes. Chloe’s nipples had done the same thing. Dianne could feel them like soft buttons. Dianne could feel herself get wet. If someone were to touch her there, they’d find her soaking. Still nothing more than kissing, some soft, light touches on her lips, others demanding entry until their tongues could touch, dance and play together. Other than the hand holding them together at their hips, nothing more than kisses for long minutes.

When Chloe broke the kiss, it was to slide along her jawline to her ear where Chloe lightly nibbled the lobe or kiss below the ear, warm breath against her neck. Flicking tongue tracing the tendons of her neck down to her shoulder where a light nibble became a soft suck. Chloe still hadn’t touched her breasts or pussy and Dianne was already panting.

Eventually, Dianne felt the warm breath and soft lips on her breast flesh, tracing wide circles around her taut buds, spiraling in, getting closer and closer to the almost painfully hard nubbins. When she felt the moist lips encircle the puckered flesh, she gasped, then moaned as Chloe gently sucked, flicking her tongue over the surface.

There was no question anymore whether or not Dianne would enjoy sex with a woman, the only question would be how much. Chloe spent as much time with Dianne’s breasts as she’d spent with her lips. She hadn’t thought it possible for her nipples to become any harder, but Chloe made the lie out of that statement. They ached as if they knew only an orgasmic release would end the tension she felt there.

“Please, Chloe, I need to cum,” Dianne panted.

Dianne felt Chloe smile as she laved her breasts. “You only think you do,” Chloe whispered, warm breath caressing a wet bud.

Dianne moaned. She wanted to rub her pussy against something, but there was nothing to rub it against as Chloe adroitly avoided contact.

“You wanted to learn how to make love to a woman,” Chloe said. “I’m showing you.”

Dianne moaned again. Finally, Chloe made as if she was going to go lower, and she did, but it was a tease, as she kissed her way down to Dianne’s fluttering stomach, circling her navel, then back up to her breasts. More suckling of the stiff points, then down again. As soon as Chloe reached her belly button, Dianne spread her legs, inviting Chloe to go lower. Chloe kissed down over her flat stomach to the edge of her pubic hair, then kissed her way back up to her breasts again. Dianne groaned. Why wouldn’t she go lower, attack the bundle of nerves at the top of her slit, let her cum. Dianne knew her clitoris was a hard spike poking from her folds, throbbing as fiercely as her nipples were. She could feel every beat of her heart as a pulsing in her pussy.

The next time Chloe descended to the promised land, she went farther, though she still skipped her clitoris, going instead to the hot mess of her pubic lips. Still, it was closer. Dianne moaned long and deep when she felt Chloe’s tongue slither through the dampness of her slit. Dianne couldn’t imagine the size of the orgasm she’d have when she climaxed. It would rival anything she’d ever felt before, of that she was sure.

Chloe spent several more minutes exploring every nook and cranny of her slick folds, all save for her clit. Despite Chloe lapping at the fluids escaping her sheath, Dianne still felt drops of fluid flow down to her anal pucker. When the licking suddenly stopped, Dianne opened her eyes and saw Chloe on her hands and knees between her legs. Chloe’s lower face glistened from the liquids exuded by Dianne’s aroused pussy.

“Don’t stop, Chloe! Please don’t stop.”

“Do you want to cum now?”

“God, yes!”

“Get ready.”

Dianne was already clutching the sheets in two balled fists. What more did she need to do to get ready? Chloe’s head dipped towards her folds again and she finally touched her clit, just the tip of her tongue. Dianne gasped. She released the sheet on Matt’s side of the bed and reached for him. He took her hand and squeezed it. Dianne clung to it.

Chloe sucked and licked the demanding spike of her pleasure and Dianne felt the orgasm well up from the soles of her feet, past her pussy and straight into her brain like she’d been electrocuted. Dianne screamed, arched off the bed, forcing her groin against Chloe’s face. Every nerve in her body was shredding, tearing itself apart and reforming. As soon as it seemed it might wane, Chloe thrust three fingers into her throbbing pussy and finger fucked her to another plane entirely.

“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!” Dianne stuttered, her body shaking like she was shivering. Finally, Dianne felt the orgasm ebbing. Her body relaxed and collapsed back on the bed. Chloe looked up from between her legs and it seemed her face was twice as wet as it had been before. She had a Cheshire Cat grin in the middle of all the wetness.

“You want to release my hand now, Dianne. You’re crushing it,” a masculine voice said.

Dianne looked over and saw Matt with a huge smile on his face. She let go, almost embarrassed.

“I don’t suppose there’s any point in asking if you liked it,” Matt said. “That was self-evident.”

Dianne blushed. She looked down at Chloe who was starting to move in her direction, her face looming closer and closer until Chloe kissed her and Dianne tasted herself on Chloe’s lips; a lot of herself. Chloe embraced her.

“What was that?” Dianne asked.

“You remember when you heard Matt’s mom scream and I asked Ethel how she made Georgina scream like that so I could do the same to Monica. She said she tied Matt’s mom to the bed and teased her. Monica and I tried it, but we discovered it wasn’t necessary to be tied. What was important was the teasing, delaying the pleasure release until you thought you were ready to explode. That’s all I did; tease you to higher levels of arousal before pushing you over the crest.”

Dianne kissed Chloe some more, licking some of the fluids off her face. Matt got up for a wet washcloth so he could wipe her face, His cock was an iron bar jutting from his groin. No point in asking if he’d enjoyed it. He returned, tenderly wiping Chloe’s face before planting a light kiss on her lips.

“That was amazing,” he said.

“We’ll know how amazing when Dianne returns the favor. Accepting pleasure from another woman is rather easy compared to giving it. The first time I was with a woman, I was happy to let her keep licking me until her tongue was ready to fall off. I was sure nervous to be doing it myself.”

“I can’t possibly do as well as you did,” Dianne said.

“No one can, doing it for the first time. Don’t worry about that. You think I started that good. That’s three years of practice in play there. The thing is, you should have a much easier time than Matt did learning how to lick a woman. He has no basis of comparison. He doesn’t know how it feels to get a pussy licked because he doesn’t have one. You, on the other hand, do know what it feels like. You know what feels good to you. You just have to transfer what you like to another pussy. I’m hotter than a firecracker. It won’t take much to get me off, believe me. I was aroused just by teasing you. And may I say how tasty I found your twat.”

Dianne laughed. Chloe got on her back and spread her legs. “You can skip the nips, I just need to cum.”

When Dianne got between Chloe’s legs, she could see how aroused Chloe was already. Fresh, clear liquid glistened on her folds and leaked down her crease. Dianne thought about what she liked being done to her. About what Chloe had just done to her and for her. She leaned forward and inhaled the scent of Chloe’s arousal, the smell of sex. She didn’t think about what she was doing, licking another woman for the first time; she just did it, place her lips against the dewy folds and start licking, tasting the slightly acidic, tartness of Chloe’s feminine juices. She lapped at the leaking liquids until she got all she could, then slowed and contemplated how best to go about giving Chloe the orgasm she deserved.

Four minutes later, Chloe had grasped her head, holding it against her as she spasmed into a nice orgasm. Dianne kept going. Since she couldn’t give quality yet, she’d go for quantity. Chloe had another, then a third.

“Matt, fuck her,” Chloe gasped. “Shove your big dick in her hot box and make her cum again.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Dianne was kneeling between Chloe’s legs. All he had to do was spread Dianne’s legs a little more and he could easily shove into the perfectly framed pussy peeking between her legs. Dianne lost a little of her concentration with Matt thrusting into her body, but continued licking Chloe’s lovely pussy until Matt emptied himself into her and Chloe pulled her up to her face to kiss her some more.

“Not bad, Dianne. I could easily turn you into an excellent rug muncher in no more than a week.”

Chloe took the washcloth Matt used on her to clean up around Dianne’s mouth, then handed it back to Matt so he could wipe the cum leaking from Dianne’s pouting pussy lips.

“Unless you want to lick your own cum out of her pussy,” Chloe said.

“I’ve done it before. I’m sure I’ll do it again, but I’d like to talk about what happened first,” Matt said, wiping as he spoke.

“What did you want to talk about?” Dianne asked.

“It was your first time with a woman. What was it like for you? I know you enjoyed what Chloe did – did you enjoy what you did to Chloe?”

Dianne turned to Chloe and stroked her cheek. “Very much. It was better than I expected even.”

“Can you describe the primary differences between sex with me and with Chloe?”

“Are you worried now?”

“Should I be?”

Dianne laughed. “No. I still enjoyed having you fuck me. I’m not going to turn into a lesbian, but I do understand how nice it is for women to be with one another.”

“So what are the differences?”

Dianne thought, trying to attach words to the experience.

“I thought you were the best kisser I’ve ever been with. Chloe is a step or two up from you.” Chloe pursed her lips and made a loud smacking sound. “Women’s lips are softer, more pliant. It makes for a better kiss. You might have to kiss a guy to know what I’m talking about there because all you’ve kissed are women, but that was special. The sex seemed slower, less hurried, than sex with you. There always seems to be a direction to sex with men, but it seemed more random with Chloe.”

“What do you mean?” Matt asked.

“I think I can answer that,” Chloe said. “For men, sex is getting someplace; your cock in a hole. Nothing happens for you until you get a cock into that hole. Everything is directed to getting there. All of the foreplay is directed to getting there. You almost have a manual. Kiss for so long, play with the boobs for so long so the woman will start thinking about letting you go farther. When she spreads her legs, you go there. Get her wet enough to stick your dick in and start pumping until you cum. You need your meat massaged until you cum, then bam, it’s over to one degree or another. Some guys will cuddle a little after, some will go to sleep, some will still have enough energy to go again, but with the same goal, fuck until they cum.”

“Exactly. Matt’s good, the best lover I’ve had, but on the whole, you described the process perfectly.”

“Women are different,” Chloe said. “I can cum from sufficient breast stimulation. I’ve even had mild orgasms from pleasuring another woman. The clit is good, but it’s not the center of my universe like a cock is for a guy. I enjoy all the little parts of getting to the orgasm. I won’t get a case of blue balls if I put it off for an hour. You wanted me to make you cum, Dianne, but you wouldn’t have raped me to do it. You could enjoy the process of getting there. I could play with you and tease you for a long time before you climaxed and waiting for it made it better. Men are cock centered. Women are pleasure centered, and there are multiple ways of taking pleasure. Some nice kissing, caressing, little bites, nips, licks and touching. It’s like our entire bodies are pleasure centers if you want to explore.

“Try that with a guy and he’d be demanding to shove it into you. It’s all about getting the cock in the hole. I can wait all night before I get something in a hole and it doesn’t bother me at all.”

“She’s right, Matt. She just perfectly described the difference between sex with any man I’ve ever been with and what just happened with Chloe. You’ve got your massages, and I love them, but more times than not, it’s to prepare me for fucking you. The massage is rarely just the massage. It’s another tool to get from A to B. Don’t get me wrong; I love the B. I enjoy it every time you put your cock in me, but it is your goal. I could lie around and kiss for hours. You definitely want to make the touchdown.”

“So you’re saying I could learn something from watching you and Chloe have sex?”

“I don’t know. Did you learn anything from her going down on me?”

“I don’t know, maybe I have to watch it again,” Matt laughed.

“Don’t worry, Matt. I’ll go down on her again,” Chloe said, “but it’s a little late now. We all got some sex out of that, so it was a good start, but I’ve got to sleep now.”

“I’m exhausted myself,” Dianne said. “You took a lot out of me.” She kissed Chloe and snuggled up around her.

Matt turned out the light and wrapped his arms around the two women. Dianne felt Matt with another erection prodding her backside.

“If that goes anywhere but back to sleep, you’re in deep trouble, Sanders.”

“Another erection?” Chloe murmured, yawning.

“Yes,” Dianne laughed.

“Men!” Chloe exclaimed.

“Can I ask another question?” Matt asked.

“You just asked one,” Chloe said, “go to sleep.”

“Since were all quasi having sex together, if we both feel like fucking in the morning, can we go ahead even if Chloe is in bed with us?”

“Probably yes,” Chloe said, “but likely not tomorrow morning. Not unless we all get up much too early.”

“Good,” Matt said, closing his eyes before sleep took him.

******

Fortunately, they’d packed everything they needed the night before, because they were dragging when they got up. All three of them couldn’t fit into the shower, so the two women got in. Matt heard them talking and laughing as they showered together. He imagined soap slicked hands lathering suds into the soft skin and felt himself getting another erection. When they got out, they each gave him a kiss, Dianne tugging on his turgid cock a couple moments before she giggled and vacated the shower.

Matt needed to cum to get rid of his erection, but they didn’t have time, so he was left to put his pants on over it and hoped no one would notice. As soon as he stepped out of the bedroom dressed, Chloe called out, “Nice boner, Sanders.”

Dianne laughed and said, “It is a nice boner. I’m not sure Chloe’s parents will appreciate it as much as I do.”

“Hopefully, it will be gone before I get on the plane. Otherwise, I’ll have to throw a blanket over it and hope for the best.”

Fortunately, he did lose it. Matt lost it before the taxi arrived. The La Crosse Regional Airport was located on one of the larger islands in the Mississippi, a short distance from the apartment, but given the luggage, they took a taxi so they wouldn’t have leave the car at the airport. When they got there, a young man in a uniform was holding up a sign saying, Sanders/Hamilton Party. Matt approached and he directed them to a Gulfstream Jet out on the tarmac. The sign holder remained there until everyone arrived, while they walked out to the jet. A crewman put the suitcase in the luggage compartment beneath the plane, while Matt handled the garment bag climbing the ladder. There was a small closet where they could hang it. They were the first ones to arrive, though Chloe’s parents weren’t long after them. Ben had to turn in the rental car and it slowed them down a little.

Marty and Yolanda were the last to arrive, but still plenty early. Marty followed Yolanda up the stairs and paused at the top.

“Holy shit, is this plane a beaut. I’m going to have a hard time riding coach from here on out.”

The co-pilot closed the door and said they’d be leaving since everyone was aboard. “Have a seat and fasten your seatbelt. This is not a lengthy flight, so you might as well leave it on the whole time.”

Chloe sat down and continued working on what she wanted to say at the funeral and then the script because what she gave the stadium people tomorrow had to be the finished product. Dianne sat with Chloe and was helping her.

“How come you’re not sitting with your girlfriend, Sanders?” Marty said, sitting across from him with Yolanda.

“She’s helping Chloe get through some things,” Matt said.

“Is it my imagination, or do Chloe and Dianna seem a little closer than usual?”

Matt glanced at them. Dianna had been holding Chloe’s hand but released it when she sensed their attention on her. No closer than any other two people who’d had sex last night, Matt thought, the thought sending a fresh flood of blood to his previously dormant cock. He was glad he was sitting down.

With Matt’s parents on the plane, he wasn’t going to say anything. Might not say anything at all to Marty considering his lesbian fetish. At least, not until they could tease him with it.

“Maybe a little, but Chloe’s been through a lot. The loss of Monica hit her hard. She’s having trouble sleeping at night.”

“You don’t think….?” Marty whispered, leaving the last part of the question unasked.

“You’ve seen all the people who were there during the day and I can safely say Dianne hasn’t left my side at night.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“You’ve got sex on the brain, you know that, Marty. Why don’t you compensate for it by immediately dismissing any sexual thought provoked by that fertile imagination of yours.”

“It’s physically and mentally impossible for Marty,” Yolanda said. “He’s the oldest child I know. He should use a pacifier for his mammary fixation.”

“When you’re right, you’re right. I know I’m an oversexed pervert.”

“As long as you keep the oversexed perversion focused on me, we won’t have a problem,” Yolanda said, kissing him on the cheek. “If you don’t, I’ll either cut your testicles off myself or have this voodoo priestess I know cause your penis to shrink away to nothing.”

“Babe, you love my dick!”

“Not if it’s anywhere it shouldn’t be.”

Matt heard Ben and Mary Jane chuckle behind him. “She sounds serious, Marty” Mary Jane said. “I wouldn’t mess around if I were you.”

“No ma’am. If I even look at another girl too long, Yolanda has my balls in a grip so tight it would put a nutcracker to shame. I know she’s not kidding.”

“As long as we understand each other, sweetheart,” Yolanda said smugly.

Ben and Mary Jane chuckled again.

The plane had barely reached cruising altitude before it started descending again. The captain told everyone to make sure their seatbelts were fastened.

“Quickest trip to Milwaukee I ever made,” Mary said. “What a great way to travel.”

In thirty minutes, they’d touched down and the captain reminded them there was a limo waiting for them and to look for the Sanders/Hamilton sign in the airport to be directed to the vehicle.

They got off the plane, Matt grabbing the garment bag and they received the rest of the luggage below. As soon as they entered the building, there was someone else holding the sign they were looking for. He grabbed Ben’s and Mary Jane’s luggage and led them out to the limousine where he helped stow their luggage. Inside the limo, Matt saw the rest of his family and Ethel.

“I’ll save the hugs for later,” Matt said, taking a seat between Chloe and Dianne and holding each of their hands. Matt introduced Marty and and Yolanda, then Ethel Thornhill who they hadn’t previously met. “Beautiful jet you have, Ethel.”

“It’s not mine,” Ethel said, “I’m not rich enough to own my own jet. Bill loaned it to me for the next couple days.”

“Bill?” Marty asked.

“My brother.”

“Oh.” Around three minutes later, Marty said, “Bill, you mean William Thornhill?”

“That’s my brother,” Ethel confirmed, “but I call him Bill.”

“Wow. That’s impressive,” Marty said.

“That I have a brother?” Ethel teased. “Lots of people have brothers, Marty.”

He laughed. “That I know someone who’s related to a rich guy.”

“Actually you probably know more than one person related to a rich guy, but I get your point. My brother does stand out among rich guys.”

They reached the funeral home and Matt hugged his family after they got out of the limo. Everyone went inside to find a seat for the services.

Matt wore a dark blue suit with a somber black tie. Marty had a gray tweed jacket. They went back into the lobby, realizing the women were still doing whatever women needed to do to get ready.

“I don’t often wear a jacket,” Marty said. “I feel at home in shorts and t-shirt. Blasted necktie makes me feel like I’m choking.”

The women’s clothes were somber, but they all looked good in them. Chloe was still working out what she wanted to say about Monica, so she and Dianne took a seat while Chloe wrote down her thoughts. His sisters joined them. His mother and Ethel approached Matt.

“Since we have a few minutes, Ethel and I wanted to tell you something, Matt.”

“What is it?”

“Last night, Ethel asked me to move in with her. I’m going to do it. Beth and Elaine will be moving in as well, of course. We’ll sell our home and I’ll use to proceeds to help fund college expenses, pay off some of your student loans. I’ve really enjoyed my relationship with her and we want to make it official. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Congratulations, Mom, I think it’s wonderful.” He hugged them both. “Ethel is an amazing woman and really stepped up when we needed her. She’s been a sweetheart and I can see she makes you very happy.”

“She does.” Georgina held Ethyl’s arm and looked at her warmly. “I just didn’t know how you’d feel about my loving a woman. You haven’t really had the chance to get to know her the way the girls have.”

“I never cared about Chloe’s sexual orientation. I don’t care about yours either, Mom or not. Do what makes you happy. Everyone deserves happiness in their life. If the last week has shown me anything, it’s shown me that. Life is too short. Don’t worry about what others think, but if you want my blessing, you have it.”

“Thanks, Matthew,” Ethel said, “I appreciate all the support from her family. I plan on marrying her. I’m coming out at Monica’s Memorial. I’ll announce it to the world. I still don’t know what my family is going to say yet. I know William was having problems with his wife a couple years ago, but I understand there’s been some type of resolution. He has not divorced her. Our younger brother doesn’t know either. Nor my son, although he doesn’t know me as his mother either.”

“I didn’t realize you had children,” Matt said.

“Just one son. In college, before I discovered what I was, I foolishly slept with a boy without any protection. I got pregnant. He refused to marry me, which as it turns out, was the right thing to do. We never would have been happy. Back then, you went away when you weren’t married and pregnant and had the baby in secret, so no one knew except my immediate family. I gave him up for adoption, but I’ve made sure I followed him and that he was well cared for. I secretly paid for his college education with a fake scholarship and Bill helped me get him started in a business. He’s about Elaine’s age now and doing quite well for himself.”

“Wow. Will you ever make yourself known to him?”

“If he wants to know me. He was raised by some good people. I didn’t think I should confuse the issue by pretending to be a parent now when I gave him up.

“As for my family, I think Bill might have suspected my sexual leanings, but I’ve never come out and told him.”

“So you’ve never been married before?”

“Nope, a frustrated old spinster,” Ethel said, “afraid of her sexuality, until now.”

“Hopefully, this weekend, we’ll have time to get to know each other better. I’d like to find out how you and Mom met.”

“I’ll give you the full story later, but I went to eat at the restaurant she was a waitress at.”

“Mom did say she started working at a classier joint.”

“We’d better get going. People are starting to show up. I still need to speak to Monica’s parents. We’ll talk to you later, Matt.”

Matt, Marty and Yolanda joined the others in her service room. It was a closed casket service, with what looked like a high school graduation picture on the casket. There was a small slideshow running silently on a TV monitor. Pictures of Monica growing up from baby girl to a young woman. Matt felt his eyes tearing up and hastily wiped at them. It even had a picture of Chloe and Monica when they’d gone to her parents and announced their engagement. Matt signed the guest book, took a program and sat in the second row in the seat Dianne saved for him. The first row was reserved for Monica’s immediate family, brothers, sisters, parents, grandparents. Matt bent over and spoke quietly to each of them, introducing himself, how he knew Monica and offering his condolences before taking his seat. Marty and Yolanda got a seat in the third row, behind him.

There were a large number of flower arrangements, some of which were from him and his family he hadn’t purchased flowers and he suspected Ethel had been responsible for providing them.

Matt squeezed Dianne’s and Chloe’s hand and looked at the program. Soft funeral music was playing. The minister from the Franklin’s church conducted the service. At which point, other people got up to speak about the Monica they had known, starting with her father, her brother, then her best friend from high school. Each of them talked about Monica, the cheerful child, the sister who was always there for them, the young woman in school. Finally, it was Chloe’s turn.

Chloe went up to the podium. Tears were already running down her face, though she wasn’t sobbing.

“Hello everyone. My name is Chloe Hamilton, and the reason I’m speaking to you today, is Monica was my fiancée. She was the love of my life, the woman I wanted to spend every waking moment with. I didn’t know her as long as the rest of you did. I had less than one year with Monica, but it was the best year of my life. She was the sun during the day, the stars at night, the whispering wind, the tender kiss, the soft caress. She was the reason I wanted to get up in the morning, just for the opportunity to spend another magical day with her.

“As college students, we didn’t have a ton of money, so instead of getting engagement rings, we got matching spoon rings until we could afford something better.” Chloe held up her hand, showing everyone the ring on her finger. “This ring will always remain on me in some fashion to remind me of Monica. Hers will be buried with her. I’d like to tell you a little about the Monica I knew.

“Monica discovered her sexual identity sooner than I did. She was still in high school. Despite coming out as a lesbian, she was still popular because it was impossible not to love her. Ask any of the people who knew her. I didn’t learn about myself until I was in college, and there were some awfully rough spots for me during my first year, but I had some good friends who helped get me through it. Because of the problems I had, I decided to promote tolerance in the only way that I knew, through theater. The first show I put on was ‘My Gay Bashing Experiences in College’. It was a series of vignettes about what had happened to me in college as a lesbian woman. Apparently, my title was not sufficiently clear. Monica didn’t know if I was bashing gays, or being bashed as gay, so she came to speak with me after a performance.

“The thing is, Monica promoted LGBTQ rights at La Crosse, where she attended school, and at other schools in Wisconsin. So she came by to set me straight if I hated gays. It was the start of not only an incredible friendship, but a love affair of Romeo and Juliet proportions. Monica didn’t hate anyone. She didn’t argue with anyone. She was empathy and light and understanding and love. I couldn’t get angry at her for more than a second. The strange thing is, the person who killed Monica, if he’d known her for more than five minutes, he’d have loved her too.”

Chloe was starting to get a little choked up and her words more difficult to form.

“Unfortunately, no one else will ever get to meet Monica, and learn to love her as I did, because her life was torn from us by someone who was somehow so offended by people of a nonconforming gender identity – who as far as the police can tell, never did anything to him – he had to kill as many of them as he could by driving a truck into a crowd of peaceful protestors, which included little children, and shooting others until he was killed. I don’t know where such hate comes from. I don’t understand it. It was the antithesis of everything Monica Franklin lived for, stood for, and finally died for.

“The sad thing is, Monica died that day without me with her. I was working on a new show, so I didn’t attend the Madison rally with her. It is one of the deepest regrets of my life I wasn’t beside her, supporting her. The show I was working on will never be seen. It’s not important anymore, so it’s like I wasted that moment of my life not being alongside her that day. Instead of that show, Monica’s story will be told.

“Monica Franklin was the best person I knew and she will always have a little piece of my heart. There will be a Memorial service for all of those killed in Madison on April 15 at Camp Randall Stadium in Madison this Monday at one PM. I am going to be there and I can promise you, the whole world is going to know who Monica Franklin was and what she stood for. If you loved Monica Franklin as I did, please come and show your support for everyone she fought and died for. Thank you.”

The whole room was weeping when Chloe stepped away from the podium. She hugged Monica’s parents, her grandparents, her siblings, sobbing the whole time, unable to hold it together any longer. When she finally took her seat, Dianne put her arms around her and let her cry it out. The minster stood up and finished the service with the 23rd Psalm. He didn’t have dry eyes either. He ended by telling everyone where the internment was to be held in ninety minutes.

The limousine was quite the sob fest as it rolled with the funeral procession through the outskirts of Milwaukee to the cemetery where Monica would be buried. Chloe was sitting between Matt and Dianne holding both their hands. It was roughly a forty minute drive to the cemetery. Vehicles kept arriving for many minutes after their limousine stopped, there were so many people attending. They got out of the vehicle and somberly made their way to the gravesite where the casket was mounted on a motorized gadget to lower it into the ground.

As they stood at the gravesite, more people filing in until there were close to a hundred people there. The skies were gray, the wind brisk, blowing from the East over Lake Michigan. On a table, there was a large number of yellow and white roses from which people could pick one and throw it down on the coffin after it was lowered into the ground. Chloe was given an entire bouquet of two dozen red roses. She kept one for herself and threw the others on the coffin. Matt suspected Ethel was responsible for these flowers as well as the those at the funeral home.

Ethel was a good person and Matt was glad his mother found someone to make her happy. They stood together, holding hands, heads bowed. Elaine and Beth just behind them, similarly solemn. The mourners finished throwing the roses onto the casket.

The minister stood at the gravesite, continuing, “In the gospel of St. John, Jesus said, ‘I AM the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.’

“Job said, ‘I KNOW that my Redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth. And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God: whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another.

“In his epistle to Timothy, Paul said, ‘WE brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.’

“FOR as much as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear sister, here departed: we therefore commit her body to the ground;” throwing a handful of dirt on the coffin, “earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ; who shall change our vile body, that it may be like unto his glorious body, according to the mighty working, whereby he is able to subdue all things to himself.”

Chloe started sobbing again and turned into Matt and Dianne who held her close as she was torn with grief.

“I’ve managed to get through this so far because I’ve been too busy to think, to feel,” Chloe whispered. “I hope I can get through the long days and longer nights once this is over.”

“You will, Chloe,” Matt said. “We’ll hold you up. Eventually, you’ll be okay.”

******

The trip back to Madison was subdued. Ethel said, “The Franklin’s have a lot of family in town right now. They don’t feel they can come to Madison until Monday so they can spend time with them, but they did say they would be there for sure. They gave the driver a bag, Chloe, and said it was for you. It’s in the trunk. Do you know what it is?”

“Some stuff I need for the Memorial, pictures and what not. Things belonging to Monica.”

Ethel nodded. “The flight to Madison will be even shorter than the one from La Crosse. We’ll probably spend more time in holding patterns to land than flying from place to place.”

“How did you get here since we had the plane?” Dianne asked.

“Hired a helicopter. Not quite as comfortable, but it’s a short trip. Wouldn’t hold all of us for the trip back and we still need to get the plane to Madison. How are you doing, Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton.”

“Pretty miserable,” Ben said. “Not only was my daughter devastated by Monica’s death, but I realize what bastards Mary Jane and I were when Chloe came out. She had to depend on friends to get her through all the shit she went through because she couldn’t depend on us. Matt was a better parent to her than we were. I’m surprised she still speaks to us; that she brought Monica home to meet us. Why couldn’t we have been like the Franklins who had to good grace to accept their daughter’s sexual identity.”

Mary Jane squeezed his hand.

“Why did you have a problem accepting it?” Ethel asked. “I’m asking because I’m concerned what my family will say. I guess it doesn’t matter if you’re fifteen or fifty, you worry about acceptance.”

“It was stupid really. I had no brothers or sisters to have children. An older brother died in Vietnam. I’m like the only one to carry on the family name. Then I only have a daughter, so the family name is going to end, but at least the Hamilton genes would go through Chloe, except she doesn’t like men, so I’m thinking even that will end. No more Hamilton blood for the rest of existence. Then Monica offers to carry one of Chloe’s eggs, bring a baby into the world who still has some of the Hamilton genetic material in her. Now Monica is gone. Even that hope is dashed. The whole thing was selfish really. I wasn’t thinking about Chloe, I was thinking about me.”

“Well, I’m past my child bearing years, and William’s wife had a girl and they’re talking about another child, and my youngest brother has two kids, one male and one female, so I guess I don’t have to worry about rejection for that reason,” Ethel said. “The family name will continue through one or the other unless there’s some misfortune.”

“Chloe shouldn’t have had to turn to others for acceptance. We should have been there for her. Now she turns to others when she has a problem, and I don’t blame her. We fucked up. We haven’t even seen a single one of her shows. I’ll bet all of you have. Have you?”

Nobody said anything. “Just what I thought.”

“They’re all closer to La Crosse than you,” Chloe said.

“That’s a pitiful excuse. We’re not thousands of miles away. We’re like two hundred miles away. I feel like a disgrace as a father.”

“I’ll agree you haven’t been the father I wanted for the last four years, but the first eighteen weren’t that bad. Let’s say you’ve been resting on your laurels for a little too long. You started coming through. You were going to pay for my wedding. And as for seeing one of my shows, you’re going to see one on Monday, Dad. Because it won’t be just a Memorial. This is a scripted production.

“After Dianne and Matt started dating, we started movie nights. The first movie Matt picked out was ‘Love Story’. If you haven’t seen it, it’s a totally schmaltzy movie that blatantly tugged on your heartstrings to make you cry. I’m not just going to tug on your heartstrings, I’m going to rip them from your fucking body. If there is one fucking dry eye left in that stadium on Monday, I won’t have done my job. I want everyone there to bleed. I want them to remember Monica’s name until the day they fucking die. Sorry, Mrs. Sanders.”

“Quite all right, dear. I’ll give you pass on those.”

“What the hell have you got planned, Chloe?” Mary Jane asked.

“You’ll see soon enough. Everyone will see.”

As Ethel said, the flight was pretty brief. They were pulling into Ethel’s home by seven PM.

“Mary Jane and Ben. Since the Franklins won’t be here, why don’t you take the guest house so you can have some privacy. I’ll have your bags sent there. We’ve got dinner waiting at the moment, so come in and eat first. I think comfort food is good for days like these. I’ve got pot roast with strawberry-rhubarb pie for dessert.”

Chloe held Matt’s and Dianne’s sleeves for the moment, letting the others get ahead of them.

“As you might guess, I’d like some company tonight. It’s going to be a hard night for me. It doesn’t need to be sexual company, but I need someone with me. I think Ethel helped in that regard by sending my parents to the guest house. I’m not sure if I’d be comfortable if they were in the house.”

“Whatever you need, Chloe. We’re here for you,” Matt said.

“Before I commit to both of you, I’d like to check with Elaine first. I feel guilty I was so selfish the last time I was here. It may be she doesn’t particularly care to have female company anyway, but I want to be sure. She hasn’t had sex since Matt, so it’s been a while for her.”

“Wow, that’s approaching my territory,” Dianne said. “That’s fine. We’re good either way.”

Chloe kissed them both. “Thanks, peeps.”

They went into the house and Chloe sat between her parents for dinner, Matt and Dianne sitting beside Georgina, and next to his sisters on the other side. It was a delicious meal. Small red potatoes and carrots cooked with the pot roast with onions and celery for flavor with a domestic red wine.

“So Mom,” Matt said, “how exactly did you and Ethel meet?”

“And does it involve sex?” Marty said.

“Not until the fourth date,” Georgina said. “You really are a pervert, Martin.”

“Oh, oh,” Marty laughed. “Only my mother calls me Martin, and only when she’s pissed.”

“I sure hope you’re not asking your mother about her sex life.”

“Not yet. Yours is so much more interesting. So what’s the story?”

“I’m working at this fine establishment, top of the line, upper crust, expensive restaurant, as a waitress, and Ethel comes in to eat one day. All by herself, no partner, no ring, and I’m a little bit curious. You very rarely see anyone dine alone there. It’s either a couple, or two couples, or a business meeting. Usually, if you’re dining alone, you go to cheaper places and not some place where you’re going to drop a Benjamin on a meal for yourself.”

“Ooh, ooh, I know what a Benjamin is,” Dianne said. “A hundred dollars. Elaine told me.”

“Anyway, she’s obviously attractive. Just look at her. I think to myself, why is that classy lady eating out by herself. A broken date, some special occasion. In town on business, but looking for a quiet evening. I don’t really say anything to her, it not really being polite to pry. She leaves me a nice tip. As an experienced waitress, I know you want to keep track of the big tippers, pay attention to them. A week later, she’s back again, still no date, still dining alone, dressed to the nines. She should have someone on her arm, I think. It’s a darn shame someone so nice should be alone. What little interaction I have with her is pleasant, and she leaves me another nice tip.”

“Do you just love me for my money?” Ethel asked.

“Of course, dear. Why else would I be with an old hag like you,” Georgina said, before giving her a kiss. “Well, your money, your boobs and your delicious snatch.”

Marty snorted, wine coming out of his nose, and everyone else laughed.

“A week later, she’s back, still no date. Obviously not there for business; never anyone else to conduct business with. My curiosity is really burning now. She’s spending a hundred or more dollars a week on a lonely dinner for herself. There were times I fed a family of five on a hundred dollars a week. Obviously she had money, but why this restaurant, week after week. I started to get a little nosy. ‘Hello, ma’am, will anyone be joining you tonight?’ ‘No, I’m here by myself.’ ‘I notice you’re not wearing a wedding ring. No husband?”

“No husband.”

By this time, my own experiences with Laverne and Chloe, had educated me to the fact that there are some people in this world who may not be interested in men. Fine, I understand that. But a woman like this, if she’s into women, should have a woman. You shouldn’t be parked on a shelf somewhere. She should be doing things and going places, not eating dinner by herself. So I ask politely, ‘Would there be a woman in your life?’ She looks up at me and says, ‘No woman either.’ She looks at the wedding ring on my finger. ‘It appears you’re married, why all the questions?’

“I explained that I was in the process of getting divorced, but I’d need to cut the ring off my finger as I couldn’t get it over my knuckle, and to be honest, it kept people from flirting with me too much. I’d just rediscovered a daughter I thought I’d lost many years before and had another teenager at home who I worried about and given what had happened with my husband, wasn’t really looking for male companionship anyway.

“Ethel looks at me with those beautiful blue eyes and in a soft voice asks, ‘What about female companionship?’ When she said that, I hadn’t been thinking of any kind of companionship, but as soon as she said it, I could feel a nice tingle in my lady bits, remembering good old Laverne. I felt like she’d been expecting a negative reaction when she asked the question. Not getting one, but still not getting an answer, she put her hand over mine and said, ‘With the right person, I wouldn’t be dining alone like this.’ When she put her hand over mine, it felt like 5000 volts of electricity flowed through my body and I’ll admit to being slightly aroused by it.

“‘Who would be the right person?’ I asked. She stroked the top of my hand a couple times. I swear, I almost orgasmed on the spot. ‘Do you have any plans?’ Ethel said. Shoving my face in your pussy is what I was thinking, dripping myself. I said, ‘I’m sorry’ and Ethel thought I was going to say no. She got this disappointed look on her face which I was thrilled to see. ‘I can’t tonight, but I’d be free on Wednesday. It’s my day off.’

Ethel got this huge smile on her face. I was also thrilled to see that. ‘Shall I pick you up at six, or would you like to meet me somewhere.” Again, I’m thinking, between your thighs, but this is still a high class restaurant. ‘Six would be lovely. Here’s my number, please give me a call and I’ll give you directions, but not to eat here please. Perhaps Italian.’ ‘What’s your name?’ ‘Georgina, what’s yours?’ ‘Ethel.’ Anyway, that’s how we met. Yolanda, can you put your hand in Marty’s lap and tell me if he has a boner yet?”

Yolanda stuck her hand on Marty’s lap. “Definitely.”

Georgina and Ethel laughed and Ethel leaned over for a nice, mushy, wet kiss.

“It’s throbbing,” Yolanda reported.

“Is that really how you met?” Marty asked.

“Definitely,” Georgina replied.

“If you were so hot to trot just getting asked out, why did it take four dates to have sex?”

“It didn’t” Georgina said. “I lied. We were licking each other on the first date.”

“Oh, man,” Marty said. “You’re bad.”

Everyone laughed again.

Beth said, “I wonder if I can get Marty to cum by kissing my sister?”

“Probably,” Yolanda reported, her hand in Marty’s lap still. “He’s perverted enough to get off on it.”

“You’re not helping matters any by rubbing my crotch.”

Chloe stood up, “I still have some things I need to work on. I think I’m heading to bed.” She bent over to whisper in Elaine’s ear, rubbing Elaine’s breast as she did. Elaine nodded.

“Thar she blows,” Yolanda said. “We have lift off.”

“Have fun changing your pants, Marty,” Chloe said, smiling. “Where am I sleeping tonight, Ethel?”

“Same place you slept on Tuesday.”

“You guys are just cruel,” Marty said.

“You’re just horny,” Yolanda said.

“I’m pretty bushed myself,” Matt said. “I didn’t get a ton of sleep last night. Can I help you with the dishes, Ethel?”

“The servants will take care of it. I’ll show you and Dianne to your room.”

“Good, as I didn’t get a ton of sleep last night either,” Dianne said. “Good night, all.”

“We know why that was, don’t we, people,” Marty said.

“I don’t think you do, Marty,” Dianne said. “I enjoy snatch as well.”

“Now I know you’re pulling my leg.”

“You’re right,” Dianne said. “No pussy for me. You better put a leash on him, Yolanda, or he won’t have enough left to give you anything.”

“He better have a shower first. If he thinks I’m going to do anything with that crusty, smelly thing in his pants, he’s mistaken.”

Ethel said, “Marty and Yolanda. Why don’t you follow me as well. I’ll show you where your room is.”

“Wait a minute,” Marty said. “Why did you go to the same restaurant week after week? You even live here in town.”

“The first time was just happenstance. I’d given the cook the night off so I ate out so I wouldn’t have to make something for myself here at home. All the other times, I was trying to work up the nerve to ask my waitress out, especially since she had a wedding ring on.”

“Oh, wow. Infatuation at first sight,” Matt said.

“More like lust at first sight,” Ethel said. “Your mother is a MILF. It’s no coincidence her girls are so lovely. It didn’t take long to figure out it was a lot more than fucking I was interested in.”

“Your dinner table conversation is a lot livelier than mine ever was,” Mary Jane said. “It’s more like coffee or drinks with the girls.”

“That’s because there are no men living here,” Ethel said. “It’s a coffee klatch every day. You get used to it, and forget to tone it down.”

“Did you really have to cut the wedding ring off?” Yolanda asked.

“Yes. Do you think I’d lie about a thing like that?” Georgina said. “If I’d known what I was missing out on, I’d have cut it off sooner.” She smiled at Ethel.

Ethel led the two couples down a hall with bedrooms on either side.

“You have a beautiful home, Ethel,” Matt said, “How big is it?”

“Around 11,000 square feet. Seven bedrooms. It’s the first time most of them are being used. It’s been kind of stuffy and lonely. It will be nice having other people living here full time. This one’s yours, Matt. Marty and Yolanda, yours is right across the hall.”

“Thanks for having us,” Yolanda said.

“You’re welcome.”

“Thank you for loving my Mom,” Matt said. “I can tell she’s very happy.”

“So am I,” Ethel said. “It’s no burden at all loving your mother.”

“Do you have sex every day?” Marty asked.

Yolanda punched him in the arm.

“Ow!”

“I don’t feel the need to answer impertinent questions, Martin. Your fascination with my sex life is pretty rude.”

“I’m sorry,” he replied.

“Behave yourself. Anyway, it’s more like three times a day,” Ethel said with a smile as she walked away.

Matt, Dianne and Yolanda laughed. Marty grinned.

“Ethel was right about one thing,” Marty said. “Your mother is a MILF.” Yolanda hit him again, harder this time.

“Watch your mouth, Marty. Keep it civil,” Matt said. “It gets to be too much. Being a clown only gets you so far.”

“You’re right, sorry.”

“I’d prefer a lot less sorry and a little more acting like a gentleman. You make one more comment about sex this trip, you can find your own ride home.”

“That’s my only topic of conversation!”

“Guess you better find a new one fast.”

“Thanks,” Yolanda said. “I’m getting a little tired of it too. It’s like he has no respect for me, either.”

“I have oodles of respect for you.”

“That’s why you talk about Mothers I’d Like to Fuck? You should be thinking of Yolanda’s I Need to Keep Happy.”

“YINKH. Doesn’t have quite the same ring to it.”

Yolanda pushed him into the bedroom. “Go. You’re going to have to lick a lot of pussy tonight to make up for it. Sorry for the total idiocy of my boyfriend.”

After their door closed, Matt said, “She’ll forgive him. She always does.”

“I don’t know. She sounded a little more pissed this time. I think he’s finally dancing a fine line. It’s one thing to joke about sex a little, it’s another to constantly be asking about other people’s sex lives. It gets old, even if we use it to tease him with.”

They stepped through their door.

“This is nice,” Dianne said, after they entered their room. “We even have our own bathroom. And our clothes are here waiting for us.”

“Did you get the same impression I did?” Matt asked. “Chloe found a bed partner for the night.”

“I thought so. I don’t think it was all just to get Marty’s rocks off.”

“Do you think we should text her and ask?”

“I think she’d contact us if she needed us.”

Matt nodded.

Matt and Dianne hung up their nice clothes, took a shower together and brushed their teeth. Matt was already in the bed waiting when Dianne finished drying her hair. There was a suspicious lump under the sheet.

“I really am tired tonight. Any chance you can hold off until morning, Matt, and just hold me?”

“Anything for you, Dianne. You know that.”

“Thank you.” She climbed into bed and Matt enfolded her in his arms. He was poking her a little down below, but it started to dissipate rather quickly.

******

Matt was rewarded for his patience in the morning, Dianne giving him a superb blow job. They dressed casually and went to breakfast, Eggs Benedict. Chloe and Elaine didn’t walk in together, but close in time and both had a smile on their faces. After breakfast, Chloe said she had a little bit more to do, just tightening up.

“What time are we meeting with the stadium people?” Chloe asked Ethel.

“One. I’ll be going with you, in case anyone needs a little encouragement.”

“Thanks, Ethel. That should give me time to prepare. How long will the meeting last?”

“As long as you need it to.”

“If they’re not intransigent, we could be out of there in an hour, but I’m expecting longer.”

“That would be nice. It would give us a big part of the afternoon to lay about the pool and get to know one another better. I’m thinking ribs and chicken on the grill, Cole slaw and baked potatoes.”

“Matt can help grill. He’s a master at grilling,” Dianne said.

“I can confirm that,” Yolanda said. “He made salmon on our camping trip. It was superb.”

“We’ll let him relax today. I’ll have the chef do it since there’s so many people here. He’d never have a chance to sit down. It’s been a rough week. Unfortunately, Georgina and Elaine have to work tonight, so they can’t join us. How does that sound to everyone?”

Everyone agreed but Marty.

“Marty does that sound nice to you?”

He nodded. “Tongue ith thore. Thounds fine.”

“You really did make him lick a lot of pussy last night?” Matt asked.

“Half the night. I figure the less he can speak, the less trouble he’ll get into. I had a very pleasant night.”

Marty shrugged his shoulders and they all laughed.

“Why are you still working, Mom?” Matt asked.

“Ethel doesn’t want me to, but despite what I said last night, I’m really not with her for her money, just the boobs and snatch. Besides, if I keep working, I might find someone younger, prettier and richer than her eating alone.” She smiled at Ethel who smiled back. “I’ve already missed a couple days of work this week, plus I’m missing tomorrow. Don’t want management thinking they need to hire someone else.”

“I want to pull my weight too,” Elaine said. “Ethel offered to pay for my education, but I only wait tables a couple days a week and it keeps me occupied and out of trouble.”

“You’re setting a bad example for me,” Beth said. “I want to lie around in the sun all day and be waited on by servants.”

“Remember what happened to me,” Dianne said. “You can’t always depend on what you think your plan is. Sometimes you have to have a backup plan or two.”

“Spoil sports.”

After breakfast, everyone but Chloe and the other Hamiltons put on swimsuits. Chloe was working, but Ethel wondered why Ben and Mary Jane weren’t joining in.

“When we came, we didn’t realize we’d be staying in such nice accommodations. We didn’t bring a suit.”

“I’d tell you not to worry about one, but Marty probably needs use of his tongue when he’s back at school,” Ethel said. She tossed Ben a set of keys. “Take the Range Rover. It’s in the driveway. Run down to Target and buy yourselves a swimsuit. Be a shame if you can’t swim today. I think everyone really needs to unwind.”

“You really are a wonderful woman, Ethel. I don’t even think we even thanked you for getting us to La Crosse so fast.”

“There was a lot of chaos. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I can see where it’s easy to forget you’re footing the bill for all of this. You’re so gracious and unassuming. And don’t think for a minute I didn’t see all the flower arrangements at the funeral yesterday with our names on them.” Ben went up to her and hugged her. “Thank you so much. You’ve made this whole thing a little more bearable.” Mary Jane quickly joined him, adding her own thanks.

“You’re welcome.”

They went to buy suits.

******

At one point, Dianne was sunning herself in one of the lounges while Matt did laps in the pool. Elaine slipped into the water and touched him as he swam past. Matt stopped swimming and stood up.

“Matt, a threesome?” Elaine whispered.

“Chloe told you, did she?”

“Yes. We had quite the interesting chat last night in between other things.”

“It was more a two and a halfsome, than threesome. I’m staying out of the Chloe zone for now, unless she really wants to.”

“That was quite adventuresome of Dianne. I took her to be a bit more straight-laced than that.”

Matt looked over at his sunning girlfriend. “I don’t know. I think it’s mostly just Chloe. I don’t think Dianne has a burning need to be with women, but Chloe was already sleeping naked with us. I certainly don’t have a problem with it, as long as it’s just Chloe.”

“I don’t have a need to be with women either, but I have to admit to having a lot of fun last night. She kind of carries you away. You get swept up.”

“Speaking of getting swept up. Thank you for teaching Dianne how to suck cocks. She gave me an excellent blow job this morning.”

“I can’t believe she told you that.”

“Dianne doesn’t really believe in secrets. She’s pretty open about things. Said if we’re going to engage in any out of relationship sex, we all have to be together. No secrets, nothing behind the back.”

“I like her, Matt. She’s a real nice woman. I think she’s good for you.”

“I think so too. I’m in love and want to marry the girl, but she says I have to wait until she graduates from college.”

“She’s just planning ahead after what happened to her husband.”

“I know. Doesn’t mean it won’t be frustrating, especially if I can’t find a job in La Crosse.”

“Get your jollies in while you have the chance.”

“Have you found anyone yet?”

“Not looking, so no.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not. At least I got my family back and I’m not working on my knees anymore. I can live with it.”

“Hey, Matt,” Dianne called.

He turned and she was half facing him with her hand over her exposed breast.

“Hey, what?”

“I’ll bet your sister would appreciate one of your back rubs before she goes to work. Why don’t you give her one.”

“What kind?”

Dianne smiled. “A good one.” She settled back on the lounge.

A good one in Dianne parlance usually meant one where the rubbed person was naked. He’d given one to Elaine last Christmas at Dianne’s urging. It hadn’t been to an orgasm, but it had definitely been naked, for Elaine anyway. Matt kept his clothes on.

“Don’t let this one get away, Matt,” Elaine said, taking his hand. “She’s a keeper.”

“I know.” He allowed himself to be led to Elaine’s room.

Thirty minutes later, Elaine lay near comatose on the bed, half splayed out.

“Just set my alarm for two hours from now before you leave, Matt,” Elaine said, “and close the door behind you. I feel so relaxed, I really need to take a quick nap.”

Matt did as she asked. He went down to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich before going back to the pool to give his erection time to settle down. Ethel was there making something for Chloe and herself to eat before they had to leave. He tried to keep his back to her until he had a little more control.

“What’s a good one?” Ethel asked, having heard the conversation at the pool.

“A really good massage,” Matt said, his front against the counter, buttering bread.

“And what’s a really good massage consist of?”

“Usually both back and front,” Matt admitted.

“Does it come with a happy ending?” Ethel asked.

“Not unless I’m intimate with the person receiving it.”

“Are you intimate with Elaine?”

Shit! “Can I tell you a secret, that you can never tell to Mom or Beth?”

“I’ll consider it, depending on what you tell me.”

Matt was silent for maybe thirty seconds. “Not anymore,” he said, “but we were before I found out she was my sister. The only ones who know are Chloe and Dianne. After what happened with Dad, we didn’t think Mom should know I’d also had sex with Elaine. We thought it might destroy her.”

“Dianne knows?”

“I told her on our first real date in case she had a problem with it.”

“And she doesn’t have a problem with you giving a good all over massage to Elaine?”

“No. She understood how it happened and it was no ones fault and she knows I won’t ever do it again, nor will Elaine. It’s why Elaine moved back in with Mom. Dianne knows there were inappropriate feelings there for awhile. It was why I was so fucked up last year. But I’m over it and I’ll never do anything to hurt Elaine again, or Dianne ever.”

“Chloe knows the whole story?”

“Every sordid detail. She was there for part of it.”

“I’ll get the rest of the story from her while we’re in the car together this afternoon. Thanks for being honest with me.”

“Please don’t tell Mom. It would kill her.”

“I would never do that if the story checks out. I just don’t want to condone knowledgable incest.”

“Everything that happened was unknowing.”

“Was your erection due to it being your sister?”

“No, only because she was naked. A good one means the massaged person is naked. I didn’t remove my swimsuit, but Mother Nature had its way with me.”

“So a good massage from you would mean I was naked?”

“The way Dianne meant it, yes. It doesn’t have to be a real good one. I gave Monica one where she wore a bra and panties; Yolanda too. That’s still a pretty good one.”

Ethel laughed. “Good to know. Has Chloe had a good one?”

“We did date at one time. She got ones with happy endings then. Only the good ones since, her naked and me not.”

“You tend to have kind of a relaxed attitude about nudity between you and your friends.”

“A little, yes. Probably more so than people of an older generation.”

“I have to leave with Chloe now. Have a good time this afternoon. Is your erection gone now?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Then you don’t have to crowd the counter so much do you?”

“No ma’am.” Matt backed away from the counter. “Thanks.”

Matt went out to the pool and handed Dianne a sandwich while he ate his. She put her top back on and turned over to eat. Marty and Yolanda were in the pool, splashing one another.

“Ethel knows about Elaine,” Matt said.

“Is she going to say anything to your mother?”

“I don’t think so. She’s going to talk to Chloe first while they’re in the car so she knows the whole story. She didn’t have time to hear it from me.”

“Then she probably won’t tell. Ethel is a good woman.”

“I think so too. You might not want to tell me to give a good massage to anyone though. She knows those mean the massaged is naked.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Georgina came over. “Hey there, do you two want to play a game of some kind. We always used to play games together and haven’t had much of a chance to play since you went to college. Dianne, do you play games?”

“What kind of games? Card games, board games?”

“Almost anything. I’ve got a couple hours before I have to go to work. We could play cribbage, Yahtzee, Mille Borne, Uno, Scattergories, or even Scrabble.”

“I play Scrabble or Old Maid for sure. I haven’t played some of the others, but I can learn.”

“Beth, do you want to play?”

“As long as it isn’t Monopoly. It takes too long.”

“Where’s Elaine?”

“Taking a nap in her room,” Matt said. “We can ask Marty and Yolanda if they want to play.”

They asked the two of them if they wanted to play and eventually decided on Yahtzee. They played two games before Georgina felt she needed to get ready for work. Yolanda won a game and Beth won the other. When Georgina left, Marty and Yolanda went to their room as Marty was feeling a little frisky. Dianne went back to tanning and Matt to swimming laps while Beth texted her friends at school.

Elaine and Georgina left for work around 3:30. Ethel and Chloe got back around the same time, the pairs just missing each other. Chloe and Ethel changed into bikinis and came out to the pool.

They hopped into the pool and approached Matt. Ethel said, “Chloe explained the full story and I’m not going to tell your mother, provided you give me a back rub like the one you gave to Elaine today. I want to know what you two were doing in there.”

“I already told you Elaine was naked,” Matt said, “and like any massage it does consist of rubbing various parts of the body close to erogenous zones.”

“I understand that. I want to know precisely.”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean. Even if I gave you one, how would you know it was precisely like that one?”

“Chloe says she’s had them and will tell me if it’s like the ones you give her.”

“You want Chloe to watch me give you a massage.”

“That’s right. How long does one usually last?”

“A half hour to forty-five minutes depending on how tight you are.”

“We’ll be done in plenty of time for supper.”

“Right now?”

“As good a time as any. Both of you, follow me.”

“Dianne, I’m going to give Ethel a massage. We should be back in fifty minutes or so.”

“Are you going to give her a good one?”

“That’s what she says she wants.”

“You’ll love it, Ethel. Relax and enjoy it.”

“Dianne doesn’t seem that concerned you’ll be looking at another naked woman,” Ethel noted.

“As you previously mentioned, we’re perhaps a bit more casual about nudity than you’re used to. She trusts I’m not going to do anything I shouldn’t do.”

They all got out of the pool and went into Ethel’s bedroom. She handed everyone a towel to dry off, then stripped off her bikini. For an older woman, Ethel had a great figure. Matt could tell she worked hard to stay in shape. Nothing with quite the resiliency and elasticity of youth, and some wrinkles, but Ethel was still pretty taut. She closely trimmed her pubic hair. As far as Matt knew, a lot of lesbians did because they spent a lot of time dining down there.

“Wow, Ethel! No wonder Georgina said she loves your boobs and snatch. You look great,” Chloe said. “I’d do you. Maybe you could teach me some new tricks beside the tying down thing, which worked by the way. Monica loved it.”

All of a sudden, Chloe realized what she’d said and Monica was no longer with her. She started crying and Matt immediately went to hold her.

“I’m sorry, Chloe. It’s going to be like this for awhile,” Ethel said. “Losing someone you love is never easy.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Please continue. I’ll just sit over here in this big chair and have a good cry.”

“Are you sure, Chloe?” Matt said. “We could put it off a little. No big deal.”

“No, go ahead. Maybe you can give me one when you’re done with Ethel. That will help.”

Chloe sat in a nice chair, sniffing and snuffling, then blowing her nose.

“I don’t have massage oils with me,” Matt said. “Do you have a good body lotion?”

Ethel got some lotion and Matt directed her to lie on the towel placed on the bed. Matt started on her back and Ethel tensed a little when he was doing her buttocks, but he concentrated on massaging muscle and didn’t delve in her crease at all. He had her turn over. Chloe had stopped crying and was watching now. She wondered if Matt was going to do Ethel the same way he did her. Ethel tensed a little more as Matt massaged her breasts, though it was more the muscle underneath, but his hands were definitely on them. She tightened up again as he got close to her groin. He never actually touched her pussy, but got close while doing her thighs.

Despite the tension she felt every time Matt got close to one of her forbidden zones, Ethel had to admit it was a fantastic massage and she felt as limp as cooked ramen noodles when he finished. She didn’t want to move.

“That’s the exact massage I gave Elaine except she had more tension around her neck and shoulders and it took longer to work it out,” Matt said, covering Ethel up with a sheet. “I recommend you just lie there for another fifteen minutes or so, maybe even take a short nap.”

“Wow. That was great. I guess it’s a little odd you’d give one like this to your sister, but I wouldn’t really look at it as hanky panky. I won’t tell your mother.”

“If I’d known it was my sister when I first started giving her massages, she’d never have been naked, but once…you know…mere nudity didn’t seem that big a deal anymore. Families go to nudist camps together. Obviously, I can’t do more, but I didn’t feel I should do less, considering. Beth would have to wear a swimsuit if I gave her one.”

“You even got an erection while massaging me. I suppose I should be flattered you consider an older woman arousing.”

“Chloe was right. You look good, Ethel. I’m not sure it’s possible for me to give one of those massages to a naked woman and not get one.”

“Do you give ones like that to men?”

“I haven’t. I guess I’d expect them to keep on some jockeys or something. Let’s go, Chloe. If you want one too, let’s do it in your room.”

“Quick question, Chloe. Why do you feel comfortable being naked around Matt?”

“When we were dating, he saw me naked. We had sex together, so he’s not seeing anything he hasn’t already seen. Plus, I know Matt won’t do anything I don’t want him to. Just because I’m naked, he won’t touch me or expect anything from me except to enjoy the view. It seems foolish to cover up for him now. I’m sure it would be somewhat similar for you. He’s seen you naked now. Is there any point to him not seeing you again, except you’re also covering up for others. Matt would never do anything to hurt me. I know naked pictures won’t show up on the internet somewhere, or that he would ever abuse the privilege he’s been given.

“I couldn’t do the same with Marty, but I completely trust Matt. So does Dianne. So did Elaine. Matt never treated her like a prostitute, even though that’s what she was when they met. He didn’t expect her to do things because she’d done them before. He treated her like he would any other woman, except just once, the first time they had sex, he paid for it, but it was her expectation to be paid, not Matt’s that she should be treated that way. If I was into men, I would have married him. He’s one of the best people I’ve ever met. I just don’t feel uncomfortable being nude around him.”

“That’s very high praise. I’m glad he’s such a fine young man.”

Matt and Chloe left, and Ethel did take a pleasant little nap, waking up to the scent of barbecue drifting through the open sliding patio door.

******

Ethel put on her bikini again and went outside. The Hamiltons were suited up in their new swimsuits, playing Yahtzee with their daughter, Dianne, Beth and Matt. Yolanda and Marty were horsing around in the pool.

“Smells delicious, René. How soon before it’s done?”

“Thank you, Madame. Fifteen minutes perhaps.”

“Do we have plates and silverware out already?”

“Yes, Madame.”

She drifted over to the game where there was a lot of laughter. Beth got a text.

“Ethel, can you take over for me? I need to answer this. You still have a shot at the bonus score up top, but you’ll need four fives to get it.”

“Certainly.”

“Don’t think you have a chance in hell of winning,” Matt said in a dramatic villain stage voice. “Mwaahh, hahhh, hahhh, hahh, ha.”

“You’re going down, Dastardly Dick,” Chloe countered. “All I need is to roll a Yahtzee and you’re toast.”

“Fat chance, both of you,” Dianne said in a high falsetto. “I’ve already rolled my Yahtzee. All I need is to roll four fours to collect my upper bonus and you’re all curtains.” The three of them giggled.

“How long has this been going on.”

“Pretty much all game,” Mary Jane said. “Chloe started it, then they all jumped in. I’ve never been treated to such a collection of different voices before. I think I’ve heard Tallulah Bankhead, Greta Garbo, Bette Davis, Katherine Hepburn, of course, Marilyn Monroe. Let’s see, on Matt’s side we have Bela Lugosi, Christopher Lee, Humphrey Bogart and Groucho Marx.”

“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn,” Matt said.

“And now Clark Gable. You can tell they’ve all been watching a ton of old movies.”

“Movie night every weekend. Don’t really have the money to go out that often,” Chloe said. “I try to introduce them to great films, but every third week, Matt picks and we get something like, ‘Why did you name yourself after the dog,'” in a passable Sean Connery. “Not that it isn’t passable Saturday Matinee fare, but how often can you watch Indiana Jones, and really, only two of them were much good. You can toss out anything Star Wars with Jar Jar Binks. He redeemed himself one week with ‘From Here to Eternity,’ but really.”

“We’ll always have Paris,” Matt said, snickering.

Ethel laughed and rolled the dice. “Only three fives, Beth, sorry.”

“That’s okay, I crushed them last game,” Beth said, still texting.

Chloe missed out on her Yahtzee, but Dianne got her four fours. “I told you it was curtains,” in her high squeaky voice. “Consider yourselves draped.”

Ethel laughed. She could tell she was going to enjoy having people around the house. “Food will be done in a few minutes. You might want to wash your hands. What would everyone like to drink? We have wine and cold beer. Corona or some European brand.”

“Nothing made in Milwaukee?” Ben asked.

“Not this go around. Although I might have some Amber Bock from Anheuser-Busch in St. Louis by a European company, Inbev.”

“Corona will be fine for me,” Ben laughed.

“Me, too,” Matt said.

“Me three,” Marty said, “and whatever the little woman wants.”

“Corona will be fine for me,” Yolanda said.

“Can I have one glass of wine, Ethel? I’m only three weeks from being legal in Wisconsin,” Beth asked.

“One glass, no more.”

“Thank you, Mom. Am I going to have two Mom’s now, or will you be my Dad?”

“I think you’ll have two Mom’s,” Ethel said. “I think you’ll have to use your older brother for Dad advice, but from what I’ve seen, I think he’ll do a good job.”

“Just remember, Beth,” Matt said, “a lot of men are only interested in what’s between your legs. Don’t be browbeaten into surrendering it before you’re ready.”

“My Moms already gave that advice.”

“From the male perspective, it’s absolutely true. You wouldn’t believe what you hear in the locker room, right Marty?”

“Listen to your brother. Men are horn dogs, and I’m the worst, so don’t have anything at all to do with me unless you have bodyguards,” Marty said. Yolanda nodded her head in agreement

René announced the food was ready. Everyone grabbed a plate and got something to eat.

Both the young guys loaded up their plates while the others had more modest proportions.

“Mrs. Thornhill, this barbecue sauce is great,” Marty said, eating one of the ribs, “what is it?”

“It’s a closely guarded secret of René’s,” Ethel said.

Marty leered at Yolanda, “I can think of some dark meat I”d like to lick this from.”

Yolanda punched his arm, but still smiled. “You’re disgusting. I swear you can’t be let out in polite company.”

He batted his eyelashes at her and grinned. “Does that mean you’re going to punish me again tonight so I can’t speak again tomorrow morning?”

“It feels more like rewarding you than punishing you.”

“Now you know all my secrets. You’ve uncovered the last one. I guess we’ll have to get married now. No more secrets.”

“I’ve still got one or two I’ve kept from you.” Still Yolanda laid a lip lock on him.

“Just out of curiosity, Ethel,” Chloe asked. “Nice heated pool, a modicum of privacy. Do you and Georgina ever go skinny dipping?”

“Most evenings,” Ethel admitted. “It’s one of our guilty pleasures.”

Marty opened his mouth to speak but Yolanda slapped her hand over it. “Don’t speak, if you know what’s good for you.”

He mimed zipping his mouth closed.

Ethel smiled. “By the way, Chloe, did you get a good massage?”

“Just as good as yours, Ethel,” Chloe said.

“Aren’t Matt’s massages just the dreamiest?” Yolanda said.

“How come you’ve never given me a massage?” Marty asked.

“Duh!”

“Right, I don’t look as good in a bikini. How would you know? You’ve never seen me in a bikini.”

“You put one on right now, I’ll give you a massage,” Matt said.

“Yolanda, babe, help me out.”

“Hell no. You’ll stretch it out. I won’t be able to wear it anymore.”

“I’ll buy you two new ones.”

“Make it three and you’ve got a deal, and it has to be tomorrow before the Memorial.”

“But,” Matt said. “We all get to take pictures of you in the bikini.”

“You’re busting my balls, Matt.”

“Yes, I am, but I’m going to be rubbing damn close to your balls, so it’s a fair trade.”

“Fine, mock me, make fun of me, jeer and ridicule me all you want, but every one of you girls rave about Matt’s massages, so I’m going to get one.”

“Yolanda, let Marty use a little of your lipstick,” Matt said. “I know it’s like putting lipstick on a pig, but it will look good in the pictures.”

“Will do.”

“I’ll see you out here when you’re nice and pretty, Marty,” Matt said. “Ethel, we’re going to need some of that body lotion you have.”

“You kids are nuts,” Ben said.

“Yeah, we kind of are,” Chloe said.

Yolanda and Marty disappeared in the house to change clothes. Ethel returned with some lotion.

“It isn’t the stuff you used on me, but that’s ridiculously expensive wrinkle cream,” Ethel said. “Marty doesn’t need wrinkle cream.”

Pretty soon, Marty came back in Yolanda’s gold bikini. His male equipment was squeezed into the bottom as it was ridiculously tight on him. The top, proportioned to Yolanda’s nice mammaries, was flat against his chest. Yolanda had a pair of boy shorts lingerie and a t-shirt, one of Marty’s, on. He had a slash of red on his lips, not being as fully delicious as Yolanda’s lips. All of them started taking pictures, even Chloe’s parents as Marty posed for them, trying some cheesecake poses that had them all laughing.

“Yeah, posted that on my FaceBook page,” Beth said, laughing. “I already got a slew of LOL’s in response.”

“Me too,” Chloe said. “I’m using it as publicity to get more people to show up at the Memorial tomorrow. I think Marty should wear it then.”

“I don’t know,” Dianne laughed. “His dick looks like it’s about to pop out and isn’t there going to be news cameras tomorrow.”

“Erin and Babs pointed out the same thing,” Chloe laughed. “They’re thinking he should be the transgender poster boy.”

“Ha-ha,” Marty said. “Get your jabs in now. I don’t want to hear any more about it after tonight.”

“I think I’m going to send it to the football team newsletter,” Matt said.

“I don’t care. I’m not playing next year anyway. Senior, remember.”

“Maybe he’ll encourage more people to come out,” Ethel said.

Chloe snickered. “Or scare them away.”

“You get all your photos now? It’s time for my massage.”

“Sure,” Matt said, “get over here. Lie down on the lounge.”

Marty lay down on his front and Matt began massaging his back and shoulders, working his way down.

“Damn, girls, you’re right. This is amazing.”

Chloe whispered something to Yolanda and then Beth and Dianne, then her parents, moving all around the pool. Finally, she reached Ethel and said something to her. When Matt had reached Marty’s calves, Chloe and Yolanda got in the pool together.

“Whoa, Yolanda. Do you know how transparent your shirt gets when it is wet. Your tits are gorgeous.”

“Why thank you, Chloe. You’ve got nice boobs too.”

“Can I kiss them?” Chloe asked. “They’re so big compared to mine.”

Marty didn’t even look. “Quit fucking around,” Marty said, “You’re just yanking my chain again.”

“I don’t mind,” Yolanda said. “I imagine your lips are much softer than Marty’s.”

“I would certainly hope so, and I love big fat nipples like yours,” Chloe said. “Plus, I do know how to please a woman.”

They kissed, a sound heard round the pool.

“Kissing your arms again. That shit gets old,” Marty said.

“Mmm, your lips are soft. Kissing a girl is nothing like kissing a boy,” Yolanda said.

“Can I take your shirt off. I’d bet you’re much more comfortable with it off?” Chloe said.

“Please, yes.”

There was some splashing, and the sound of more kissing.

“Wow,” Beth said, “those are some amazing hooters, Yolanda. I wish I had breasts like yours. I’d have to beat boys off with a stick.”

“Nonsense,” Ethel said. “You have beautiful breasts, Beth. I’ve seen yours when we skinny dip. They’re wonderful.”

“Can we skinny dip?” Mary Jane said. “That sounds like fun. Come on, Ben. Let’s. I haven’t done anything like that in ages.”

“Okay. I’m game.” Two more splashes in the pool.

“Me too,” Dianne said. “Come on, Chloe, quit kissing Yolanda and take that top off.” She jumped into the pool.

“Fool me once, shame on you,” Marty said, “fool me twice shame on me.”

“Oh, I love how you suck my nipples, Chloe. You’re right; girls lips are so much softer. Here, Matt, I don’t need this shirt anymore.”

There was a huge splat and a soggy t-shirt hit the patio right by Marty’s head.

Marty looked. “Holy shit, Yolanda, that’s your shirt.” He looked around and although Yolanda’s breasts were under the water, her shoulders were bare and she was kissing Chloe.

“Fuck!”

Marty turned so he could see better.

“Oh, shit, your massage is over, Marty. Put it away,” Matt said.

Dianne said, “Marty! You can’t show everyone your dick. Cover it up. Beth is present.”

Marty looked down and saw his erection was bursting from the bikini bottoms. He grabbed the wet shirt and put it over his groin. He looked around and no one had removed their tops and they were all smiling.

Yolanda stood up and she had a towel tucked around herself. “It was just a kiss, Marty, honest. It didn’t mean a thing.”

“Fuck, you did it to me again. Fuck you all. Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton, Beth, Ethel. You were all in on it?”

“Hey,” Beth said, “I didn’t believe it when Chloe told me how excited you’d get. It’s a good thing I closed my eyes. Can I open them yet?”

“Yes, he’s more or less covered,” Matt said. “If you think I’m going to massage the front side now, you’re barking up the wrong tree, buddy.”

“It’s almost too easy,” Chloe said. “Thanks everyone. This has been another Chloe Hamilton production, starring Martin Hanson with a guest cast of everyone else but Matt.”

“You just wanted to kiss my girlfriend,” Marty said.

“Who wouldn’t,” Chloe responded. “She’s a great kisser.” Chloe kissed her again for good measure. A kiss which Yolanda returned. Marty groaned.

“Look at the bright side, Marty,” Dianne said. “You’re learning. You didn’t look for around ten minutes. That’s better than last time.”

“Ten more minutes of kissing your girlfriend, Marty,” Chloe said. “I’m going to turn her into a lesbian yet.”

Marty laughed. “Fine, turn her into a lesbian. Just let me watch. I can’t believe I fell for it again.”

“Would you like a dry towel so you can go change into your clothes again?” Matt asked.

“Forget the clothes. I just need Yolanda, and I’ll see you all tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll go to bed with you, Marty, but you owe me a lot more rug munching tonight for exposing yourself to all these people.”

“What else is new,” Marty muttered. “It’s a good thing I don’t have any lines tomorrow, Chloe.”

“I just need you for your body, stud. That big, manly, tight end body. Go take care of your man, Yolanda. Don’t let him sprain anything but his tongue.”

Marty laughed again. Matt handed him a towel and he wrapped it around his waist as he and Yolanda headed to their room.

“Damn that was fun,” Beth said.

“Mom, Dad; if you want to go skinny dipping for real,” Chloe said, “we can all go inside and watch a movie or something. Ethel had a nice selection.”

“Thanks, dear. I think we’ll take you up on that.”

Everyone went into the house, leaving the pool to Ben and Mary Jane.

******

Elaine and Georgina came in around 11:30 PM. The others were watching the tail end of ‘The Treasure of the Sierra Madre’. They paused the movie.

“How are you doing, sweetheart?” Ethel asked.

“Well, my feet are killing me, but otherwise, I’m doing great? Whatcha watchin?” Georgina said.

“‘The Treasure of the Sierra Madre'”, Chloe said. “Walter Huston and Humphrey Bogart. Huston directing. Great movie about greed.”

“I always wondered where they got the line, ‘badges, we don’t need no stinkin’ badges.’,” Dianne said. “Matt, Marty and Yolanda played around with it on our camping trip using campsites instead of badges.”

“But everybody always butchers the real line,” Chloe said. “It’s ‘Badges? We ain’t got no badges. We don’t need no badges. I don’t have to show you any stinking badges,’ which is quite a bit different. Everyone always says it wrong.”

“It would be too long and overly comprehensive saying it that way,” Matt said.

“Matt, could you rub my feet?” Georgina asked.

“Sure. Elaine, you want some of this too?” Matt held up his hands.

“Absolutely. Turn on the rest of the movie. We’ll watch the end with you.”

Chloe started it again. Matt started rubbing his mother’s feet.

“Georgina, dear,” Ethel asked, “have you ever had one of Matt’s ‘good’ massages?”

“Matt always used to give me good massages when he was home.”

“Mom, Ethel is making reference to a code word Dianne uses,” Matt said. “A ‘good’ massage is one where you’re naked.”

“God, no. Never!” Georgina sputtered.

Ethel laughed. “You ought to try one. I did. It was wonderful. I suppose it might make you uncomfortable when he rubs your breasts, but other than that, it wasn’t bad.”

“Matt saw you naked? He rubbed your breasts?”

“He did and Chloe watched too. She confirmed it was one of Matt’s good massages. She gets them too. Apparently, the younger generation isn’t all that particular about getting naked around each other. It surprised me a little, but as I said, it felt damn good. It was professional except no towel was used.”

“Yeah. I’m not sure I could give Mom one of the ‘good’ ones,” Matt said, finishing up his mother’s feet. “That would feel like crossing a line.”

Elaine stuck her feet out, wisely keeping her mouth shut. Matt started rubbing her feet. They watched the rest of the movie, then disappeared into their respective bedrooms, having a lot on their plates tomorrow.

Matt and Dianne made love a good long time before falling asleep.

******

Matt and Dianne indulged in a little sixty-nine to start the day off right, because the rest of the day would pretty much be crap. They joined the others at breakfast. Marty was having trouble talking again. He seemed in good spirits despite it. Ethel had arranged for another limo to pick everyone up at 11:30 as Chloe wanted to get to the stadium about forty-five minutes ahead of time to ensure everything was ready to go. They had a lot of stuff arriving on the student busses coming from La Crosse. Chloe was staying in touch with Erin and Barbara to ensure they were on the way with everything needed.

Chloe was reviewing her script again, playing with how she would speak her part of the program, the tone she wanted to set. She was angry, but didn’t want to come across as strident. She was sad, but didn’t want to come across as a victim. She wanted to come across as a fighter, battling for the rights of everyone who wanted to live the best life they could.

Yolanda was the only one of their group who had a speaking part in the script. Marty had his part to play. Matt and Dianne weren’t in the script unless someone else didn’t make it or dropped out for some reason. They had their own copies of the script that they could follow along with and leap in for any reason. The Stadium crew had all the pictures of all the victims and movies and where they were supposed to appear on the big scoreboards where everyone could see them.