Janet’s eyes
prickled when Trey gave her one last wave before disappearing into the
dormitory. She leaned heavily on her
walker, even though she knew her shoulders would make her regret it later. She had not cried when her other children
went off to college, rather delighting in the additional freedom that gave
her. But Trey was her last. After three kids, and one divorce, and one
bout of cancer, how much freedom could a person take?
Stella put her
hand on top of Janet’s. “Ready to be an
empty nester?” she asked.
Janet
shrugged. “I thought I’d take tomorrow
off and enjoy it, and then I’m back to work on Monday.”
“Netflix and chill
all by yourself?”
“Just
Netflix.”
“I don’t know
about tomorrow, but I have plans for you for the rest of today.”
Stella was one of
the few friends that Janet had from BK – before kids. Most of them had been on a different life
trajectory than her – they had their children earlier than her, or not at all. But Stella had been a constant, making sure
they got together every few months, never failing to send Stella birthday and
Christmas presents. Even Mother’s Day gifts. When the kids were too little to know to do
that on their own, those presents were often the only ones she received.
And Stella had
been stalwart during the cancer treatments.
Of course Janet’s kids did the best they could, but they could not face
their mother’s mortality with anything approaching helpfulness. And now that Janet was in remission –
hobbling with a walker still, and her straight hair replaced with curly –
Stella still seemed to have a sixth sense about when Janet needed help. Today, for instance, she had volunteered to
drive Janet and Trey, but to Janet the moral support was more important than
the ride.
“I brought you something,”
Stella said. She reached into her bag
and handed Stella a long rectangular package covered with loud purple wrapping
paper. “Open it in the car.”
Janet put her
walker in the back seat and got in on the passenger side. After Stella settled herself in the driver’s
seat, Janet carefully pulled the gold ribbon and then tore off the wrapping
paper. She dropped the package,
shocked.
“I said just
Netflix, not Netflix and chill.” She glanced
around to make sure that no one was looking in the direction of the car, and
then picked up the box and opened it.
The vibrator inside matched the picture.
It was the kind that goes all the way in your pussy like a cock while
massaging your clit. Stella was surprised
that those words even still made their way into her brain.
“It’s not for tomorrow I told you, I have plans for you today. We’re having a party. Well, an orgy.”
Janet shook her
head. “You know I haven’t done anything
like that since before I started dating Alec.
It’s been decades.”
“I know,” Stella
said. “I got the old gang back
together. I’ve been planning it for
weeks.”
“Stella, I . .
.” Janet indicated her legs, her
body. “Look at me. I’m old, I’m fat, I can’t even walk right.”
“Honey, we’re all
old now. And unlike you, I never had
looks to lose.” Janet shook her
head. True, Stella had never been a
conventional beauty, in part because she never cared to learn how to enhance
her features. She had been a
dark-skinned girl adopted by white parents, raised at a time when it never
occurred to her mother to learn how to do her hair or teach her how to take
care of her patchy skin. Her coping
mechanism was to defiantly not care. To
this day she dressed like a schlub – right now she was wearing a long-sleeved
white t-shirt and a peasant skirt, either of which would have been fine as part
of a different outfit. She had put cornrows in her hair a few weeks ago but
they were growing out and looked sloppy.
And yet she had an inner beauty, almost a light, that shone
through. Charisma was the word, Janet
thought.
Janet had been pretty
enough when she was young. She had tended
towards classic styles as she did not enjoy shopping, but she knew what colors
enhanced her peaches and cream complexion and brought out the green of her
eyes. Now her eyes had been darkened by
the drops she took for glaucoma, her skin had toughened, and her figure had
spread. She had gained back the weight
she had lost from chemotherapy, and more, and other than physical therapy she
had let exercise go by the wayside.
Stella pulled out
of their parking space. She casually
rested her hand on Janet’s knee. “It’s
an hour or so drive, so you have some time to get into the right mindset.” She moved her hand a little higher. “Tell me you want to do this.”
Suddenly Janet
felt – what was that feeling? – happiness? Giddiness? It was joy. “You knew I would. You know I do. I can’t wait.”
***
The truth was,
sometimes Stella didn’t like Janet all that much. Janet was not a complainer, but she had this
way of making people feel sorry for her.
At the same time, for all that Stella had done for Janet over the years,
she knew she had always been a secondary character in Janet’s life. Janet had no idea, for example, how much she
hated hospitals, after seeing her mother through a slow and painful
demise. Janet seemed to think of her not
as a successful accountant with her own small firm, but as someone who could be
on call because she sadly had no children of her own. (Which, Stella supposed, was better than
thinking of her as “my black friend,” as she was fully aware many white people
of her acquaintance did.)
And here they were
again, Stella acting as Janet’s sidekick.
She had chauffeured her and her son to college, stood quietly by during
the unloading and the goodbyes, and now was slowly warming Janet up with her
hand on her knee. It was disappointing
but not surprising that Janet was not reciprocating.
Actually, Stella
didn’t mind that much. She liked to be
in charge. While she had no doubt had a
lot more sex than Janet in the last, oh, twenty years, full on sex parties had
long since given way to careers and families.
Stella loved to plan, and it had given her genuine delight to reach out
to their old friends. Janet’s new
freedom was merely an excuse.
The ride was
pleasant. Once they left the college
town it was open road on a two lane
highway. They chatted about the sites
they were driving past– an alpaca farm, a so-called country store that sells
the same crap every other gift shop sells, mile after mile of crops of feed
corn. All the while Stella massaged the
inside of Janet’s leg, sometimes a bit closer to the knee, sometimes higher –
but never too high. The two woman said
nothing about that, Stella mostly paying attention to the road and Janet
staring straight ahead.
Finally Stella saw the tall fence. She slowed and turned into the open gate. As she did so she finally moved her hand
almost to the apex of Janet’s thighs. She could feel Janet’s wetness.
Janet gasped. Stella didn’t know if it was because of the
location – the old abandoned lot that once, a long time ago, had been the drive-in
movie theater where she and Janet first met at a Star Wars showing their
families had brought them to when they were girls – or because Stella had
flicked her finger across Janet’s panty-clad clit; or because she saw Lou
waiting there, as ramrod straight and solid as an oak tree, his feet spread,
his arms crossed. His hair was gray now,
but almost as thick as ever, and he was sporting a beard that was new since
Stella had last seen him a few months ago.
He strode over to the car, grinning.
Stella turned off
the ignition, continuing to finger Janet over her panties. Lou opened Janet’s door. He stopped when he saw Stella’s hand. “Getting the party started without us?” he
said.
“Just getting the
guest of honor warmed up,” Stella said.
Janet lifted
Stella’s hand to her lips and kissed it.
“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had,” she said. When she leaned towards Stella, Stella
automatically leaned towards her. Janet
kissed her on the lips, more sweetly than ardently. “I know what I owe you.”
***
Lou closed and
locked the gate. He returned to the car
and took Janet’s walker out of the back seat.
He was disappointed that her kiss with Stella had been brief. In his mind he was not slower to get aroused
than when he was younger, but his body did not always understand that. He had popped a Viagra when he had arrived. It would be a little while longer before it
took effect.
He bussed Janet’s
check. “Did you bring Georgia?” Janet asked him.
“Of course. We don’t play without each other.” He often
wished he could tell his sons how he had first met their mother, to advise them
that the endless rounds of online dating was no way to meet someone you would still
want to fuck when you were in your 60’s.
It had been at a munch, back when
you had to find them through ads in the back of alternative newspapers and then
hope for the best.
“Damn
walker.” Janet was trying to reach him
for a hug, but the aluminum bars were in the way.
Lou maneuvered so
that he could wrap his arms around her. “We’re
set up just on the other side of the old ticket booth,” he said. He was suddenly concerned. “Can you walk that far, or should we drive
you?”
Janet
sniffed. “I can walk quite well with
this, actually. My physical therapist
makes me.” Lou smiled over her head at
Stella, who, naturally, was loaded down with a number of bags.
“Oops, almost
forgot!” Stella opened the car door and
grabbed a vibrator box. “It needs its
inaugural journey. I precharged
it.” She tossed it into one of the bags.
“Allow me,” Lou
said, and took two of the bags from her. They turned the corner of the booth,
walking slowly for Janet. Stella took
Lou’s hand. He looked down at their
intertwined fingers, his rough and calloused, light against her skin. “Toys are nice,” he said to her, “but I can’t
wait to make you come with my mouth.”
***
Georgia felt a
frisson of excitement when she overheard Lou.
They still went to play parties occasionally, but this one was
special. A group of people who she not
only trusted but knew, not only knew but loved.
And it had been so long since they had been together. She was pretty sure that the last time had been during her unfortunate redhead stage.
She truly felt that she should have been a redhead, but after
just a few months she had to admit that the color simply did not match her
complexion. Right now she was in one of
her rare blonde times. Very bad for the long-term
health of her hair, but it made her look younger than she felt. The thought made her knees ache.
Stella and Janet had
been the last to arrive. Kirk and Tanner
were already making out. Georgia enjoyed
watching them. Men having sex with each
other had always turned her on. Lou
would indulge her occasionally, but it wasn’t really his thing – although
making her happy was his thing. Today
would make her happy.
She greeted the
new arrivals, relieved that Janet looked so much better than the last time she
had seen her, just after she had finished her last round of chemo.
Kirk had set
everything up the night before. Georgia
wasn’t sure why he had bought the old drive-in.
She assumed that he had some kind of development plan for it and would
not be using it indefinitely for open-air orgies. She enjoyed having a friend who was rich, and
not just because he always paid for dinner.
Georgia was never shocked by sexual appetites – as long as everything
that happened was consensual all around – but Kirk sometimes shocked her with
his business dealings. His descriptions
of getting around wetlands policies, or the shady characters who invested in
his subdivisions, made her feel pure by comparison.
And yet, Kirk had
such a sweetness about him. She watched
him pull back from Tanner, murmuring to him.
Tanner smiled and sat up next to him.
***
Tanner was on the
gayer side of bi. It’s not that he never
enjoyed a woman, but his tastes in them ran to strong and pert-breasted and . .
. young. When he was young himself, that
was fine. When he was in the middle of
middle age, it was still okay. But he liked
being able to talk to the people he had sex with, without cringing, without
their naivete making him feel like Methuselah.
That, and he had no interest in being anyone’s sugar daddy, and at this
point in his life he was sure that was all a young woman would want him for.
He had kept his
looks better than any of the others here.
Of course, he had had an easier life.
No kids, no bitter divorces (two that were amicable), and a career as an
actuary that paid fine but which he left at the office at the end of every day.
Kirk was delicious
and Tanner was delighted to be with him.
Tanner pulled him back down onto the giant bed that Kirk had set up in
the parking lot, hidden from the street by the fencing. The right height to allow all of them to get
onto it and off of it with ease. Big
enough that they could all fit.
“I brought toys,”
Stella chirped. She threw a couple of bags
onto the bed, and Lou tossed two others next to them. Tanner sat up again and dumped out their
contents. Butt plugs, vibrators,
restraints. No whips, Tanner
noticed. Oh well, he had brought his
hands. He reached for the leather cuffs
and dangled them in front of Kirk.
“Shall we?” he asked.
“Soon,” Kirk said.
***
This was a rare
day off for Kirk. He reminded himself as
part of his daily five-minute morning meditation that a lot of people worked
just as hard as he did – the people who cleaned his offices, for example – and
that he should be grateful that he had found a career that he liked and that
made him wealthy.
He leaned back
onto the bed. What a joy to be rich
enough to buy a giant bed and put it in an empty parking lot that he owned just
to enjoy it for a few hours with his friends.
What a joy to be with friends.
Truth be told, the sex was his least favorite part of all this. He could get sex pretty much any time. But to be with people he had known since he
was just a roofer, who had cared for him before he had money and cared for him
now regardless of his money – that was special.
Of course, they were also people who had known him when he still had
hair, when his tats were fresh and bold, when they could have sex parties at
night without the likelihood that one of them would immediately begin to doze
off.
He leaned back on
the bed and looked up at the blue, blue sky.
“Everyone jump on!”
***
The party was in
honor of Janet, so they made sure that she was satisfied first and best. She insisted on undressing when the others
did and scooting to the middle of the bed without help. She sprawled out in an X, daring the others
to look at her scars. They did. Kirk kissed the one at her hip from her first
surgery. “Do you want to be tied up?”
Stella asked her, knowing the answer.
Janet had always loved the restraints.
She said they helped her relax, to not try do for others as they were
doing for her.
Once all four
limbs were secured, spread eagled but not stretched taut, the others got to
work. Janet reminded them to stay away
from her underarms – she despised having her underarms touched. “We know, honey,” Tanner said. “And the safe word is Satan. Like always.”
Lou had come up with that, decades ago.
It had seemed perfect at the time, when they were tilting at windmills
and thinking that sex was a radical act.
“Shall we work
from the outside in?” Tanner asked.
“Oh, yes,” Janet
said.
Tanner and Kirk
took her legs, massaging her from her feet up her thighs, but stopping a few
inches from her pussy. Stella and
Georgia took her arms, working their way up from her hands to the bend in her
arm – who could forget how that spot turned her on? – and then up to her
shoulders, avoiding her underarms. Lou
watched for a couple of minutes and then very carefully began massaging the
area just below her navel. “Oh my god,”
Janet said.
Tanner blew on her
pussy. Janet writhed. “Shall we tease you, honey?” Stella
asked. “Or make it fast?”
Janet didn’t
answer. “She wants us to tease her,”
Georgia said. “But she’s worried we’ll
get bored.”
“Because after all
these years she understands nothing,” Kirk said. He nudged her leg with his hard on. “Let’s wait until she begs.”
It didn’t take
long. Hands slowly made their way to
Janet’s breasts. Fingers brushed her
pussy and retreated. Lips sucked on her
neck, on her lips. A tongue flicked her
clit, and then stopped. The top most
part of her inner thighs were massaged.
Her nipples were sucked on powerfully.
“I’m ready,” she said. “I’m
ready.”
Kirk laughed. “But we’re not ready for you, honey. That’s the beauty of being tied up.” The others murmured agreement and continued
to fondle and suck her, but not her pussy, not her clit.
The tongue, just
there, again, and then retreating. She
lifted her hips. It had to be Tanner
blowing on her. “Should we give her some
relief?” he asked. He carefully pushed
his finger into her pussy, but avoided her clit. “So wet.”
Now when she writhed, his finger brought sensations to her inside. “Do you want to be fucked, honey?”
“No,” Janet
said. “I want all of you, touching
me. Please. Now.”
She lost track of who was doing what.
She could feel the delicious pulling on her breasts. The finger left her pussy and entered her
butt, just enough. And then a mouth
closed on her clit, sucking, tongue swirling.
She exploded into it, not holding back on her moans.
Before she
finished coming, Lou said, “Can I fuck you now?” She nodded.
Lou grabbed a condom from the bed while the others pulled back to make
room for him. When he entered her she
came around him almost immediately He had only begun, though. He would not be rushed. He could not be rushed.
“Stop for a
second,” someone – Kirk? – said to him.
He rested on his elbows, leaning down to kiss Janet. He felt something between his ass cheeks.
“You want this?”
“I do.” The butt plug went into him smoothly,
painlessly, but Kirk kept his grip on the handle, gently pressing on it and
letting go. Lou could barely hold
on. The combination of Janet enveloping
him in her slickness and the pressure in his ass . . . he hammered in Janet,
who seemed to be coming continuously.
Kirk pulled the buttplug out and pushed it back in, hard. Lou shouted, his orgasm overflowing him.
He rested on Janet
for a minute. Janet feebly patted him on
his back. “You’re a saint,” she said.
He turned his
head. Stella was laying on the other
side of Janet, her legs splayed, while Georgia pressed on her clit with a
vibrator. Kirk pulled out the butt plug, making Lou
shudder, and tossed it onto the ground.
“My turn,” Tanner said to Kirk.
“Butt plug, or
me?” Kirk asked.
“You, honey.” He lay down and lifted his butt up into the
air. When Kirk entered him, Lou kissed
him, loving the way that the vibrations from his groans felt.
“Georgia, come
where I can reach you,” Janet said.
When Georgia
repositioned herself, Stella grumbled.
“Hush, honey,” Georgia said. She
pushed the vibrator more firmly against Stella’s clit, while Janet began massaging Georgia’s clit. In what seemed like a chain reaction, Stella
came, then Tanner, then Kirk, then Georgia.
The whole group lay still, spent.
“Did anyone bring
snacks?” Georgia asked.
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