Epiphanies Ch 07

EPIPHANIES

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Chapter 7

(And now we hear from Cecilia)

"I can't help who I like and don't like," I said to Tom in the kitchen. "I have every right to say no."

"Yes you do," he said back. "No disputing that."

"You want me to give him a sympathy fuck?" No fucking way. "Is that what you want?"

"Fuck no. That never works. I just would like acknowledgment that the poor bastard was set up for a hard fall, not just by you but by all of us. We all should have seen this coming."

"Thank you Doctor Phil." I slammed my way through the kitchen door.

What the fuckity fuck is going on here. Tom and Megan, who last night were like Brenda and Eddie from that old Billy Joel song, are suddenly walking around like they co-wrote the Joy of Sex or something. And yeah Boomer, some of us whiny snowflakes have heard and read some of your shit, but damned if we are going to admit it or show you any respect about it because you know what? You suck.

At least in my family they do. I was raised by my hippy dippy grandparents. Their house was like a museum to the 60's and 70's. Dead posters on the walls, "revolutionary literature" lying all about. How could I not know this shit? All peace and love and passive aggressive squabbling over every fucking thing. Crap on a cracker.

I need to get laid.

Tom was the worst kind of asshole about Gil, the kind who are actually right. Fuck but we were fucking him over big time. And there wasn't any easy way out. Fuck me running down Broad Street with an alto saxophone up my ass.

You may have guessed I was pissed.

The kind of pissed off that you only get at your own worst enemy.

"Where's Gil?" I asked naked sexy slave girl Megan in the dining room.

"Out front," she said. She looked all bouncy and happy like. The nerve.

I went out there and here comes Gill with his arms full of our baggage. He had two bags in each hand an one under each arm. I walked up to him and said "what the fuck are you doing?"

"I forgot to unload the van last night." There was fear in his eyes.

"Who said that was your job?" I hated that fear for what it said about him but I loved it for what it said about me. Power baby, it don't come from the mouth of a gun, it comes from the mouth of an angry bitch like me.

"I like to help." My body was screaming to go find an Animal and all I get is Kermit the Frog.

"Give me that," I took my bag and whom-ever's from under his arms "And that."

"You too lazy to make two trips?" I asked. "Or too dumb to ask for help?"

"I like--"

"Can that shit Kermit," I shot back. "Helping isn't about being a fucking doormat. You ain't helping your friends by letting them get away with being lazy unthinking shits."

He looked at me like I'd brought tablets down from a mountain or some shit. "Okay."

"C'mon"

I walked into the tiny living room with it's seedy couch and overstuffed chairs. I dropped the bags and Gil copied me. Cal and Jill had already lighting up.

"Answer me a question?" I looked at Jill as she took a hit. "Howizit you changed your clothes but didn't bring in your own bags?"

Jill huffed out some smoke. "Gil said he'd--"

"We were stoned," Cal said as he took the joint back.

I didn't bother to waste my gorgon stare on them, their pupils were already pinned. I plopped down next to Cal and took the joint when he was done.

"Where's... everyone?"

"You gotta ask?" Cal's gaze went heavenward.

And from on high you could hear the sweet sounds of Megan getting something good. Fuck I need to get laid.

"Hey Gil baby, you wanna get something something?" I said as the first lungful started to take the edge off me.

"Umm... that would be..."

Shit. "The correct answer when this fine ass is on offer is 'Hell Yeah!'"

"Hell--" I practically shoved the joint in his face to shut him up.

"Listen," I said. "I got an idea. Let's play a little joke on the love birds."

"What?" Jill asked.

"Joke?" from Cal.

"Gil, you go up there and, if the door's open, stand there like all nonchalant watching. 'Sides you missed the last show anyways."

"Yeah bro," Cal said. "Those two are a trip."

"Okay, but--"

"No butskies," I said. This was good shit, it was hitting me fast and hard. "Just stand there 'til they notice you. I'll come when I hear they do. You do what anyone tells you, clear? Anyone."

"Okay."

"Go!" I made shooing motions. "And take your dick out."

It was so funny watching him climbing the stairs while trying to unzip his shorts. Giggles all around. I grabbed my bag and palmed condom from a side pocket.

"You're a bitch Cici," Jill said. "But--"

"No butskies," I said taking one last hit. "Be vewy vewy quite."

I started stage tiptoeing out of the parlor and up the stairs. My friends followed not quite stifling their giggles. I was worried Gil might look at us and give the game away but he was fascinated by whatever he was watching. I slipped the condom in the back pocket of my shorts. It was a tight fit because, you know, Daisy Dukes--the only significant cultural contribution of the Boomer generation IMHO. But I digress.

"Eeyah!" Megan screamed. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck you fucker. Sunvabitch. Gonna come. Gonna... ahhhhh!"

Bed rustling... Shit I wish I could see.

Megan again: "Oh shit that was good. Th-thank you."

They must have noticed Gil because he said "the door was open so I thought it was okay to watch,"

"It's cool--"

My cue! "What the fuck you doing you little pervert?"

The look of surprise and betrayal on Gil's face was magnificent.

"I'm fucking horny and you're wasting that pretty dick on yourself." I walked up and grabbed his shaft. "You ain't my type but you'll do in a pinch."

More than do, it was a pretty nice shaft. A bit above average long but girthy. Girth is good.

"Um... sorry?"

"You bet sorry." I grabbed his hair with her other hand and then kissed him. "You will do exactly as I say."

"Okay."

"That's 'yes Ma'am'"

"Yes Ma'am!" I was surprised at his enthusiasm.

I led him down the hall past Cal and Jill to the room I'd slept in last night. It occurred to me I have no idea where my date had slept and belatedly I felt bad about that. But fuck it, I pushed regrets aside and worked the moment. We got to my room. As seemed to be the custom in these parts, I left the door open.

"Well don't just stand there, get your clothes off!" I pulled the condom from my pocket and tossed it on the bed.

Gil slipped out of his Hawaiian flip flops, pulled off his T-shirt and dropped his shorts. I gestured to the battered dresser. "Neatly."

He dutifully complied. His wanger was stiff and bouncing. I smiled.

"Now undress me." Yeah we really were stoned last night. I have vague memories of the four of us rummaging through our bags in the van. I wobbled a bit as Gil lifted one foot to take off my shoe and no show sock. I grabbed for the dresser but only smacked the chintzy lampshade askew on ancient lamp there.

Gil grabbed my calf and held on until I was stable. So I got smart and used his head to steady myself as he did the other foot.

Do you have any idea what it's like to watch a naked man kneeling at your feet as he carefully tucks your socks into your shoes and sets them under the bed like he was performing a Japanese tea ritual? Holy shit was I liking this.

Now Gil was reaching for my shorts. His fingers were trembling as he undid the buckle and struggled getting a grip on the tiny zipper pull. That accomplished he pulled my shorts down and holding me firmly took them off my feet one at a time. Then he folded my shorts and put them on my shoes.

Now he was staring at my white panties. A one eyed minion stared back. "What you looking at?"

"Those are so cute." Could you not smile at that?

"Thank you," I said. "But they aren't going to take off themselves."

Oh the slow reverence of how he lowered my panties, eyes on the prize beneath, all the way to my ankles without glancing away.

Hey, my snatch is cute, with its little tuft of black curly hair, but it ain't all that, unless... "You're a virgin aren't you?"

"Yes." His voice was soft like a little boy caught touching himself.

"Yes what?" I really needed to be more consistent. But hey this is a learning experience for me too you know?

"Yes Ma'am."

"Better, you may kiss it," I said. "Once."

He did. A light kiss your mamma kiss but still I felt something stir in me from it. "And give me those."

I put the panties on his head so that that minion was looking back at me from the bridge of his nose. "Get on the bed."

"Yes Ma'am." He climbed on.

"Lie flat." I climbed on after and straddled his head. "Eat me."

"Yes--mmf"

"New rule." I said. "No talking with a mouth full of pussy."

While Gil was exploring my sacred cleft with his tongue, I looked at the open doorway. Nobody. Fuck. Those two better be doing something important, like, you know, fucking. Isn't it amazing how our norms shift with current conditions? Suddenly I'm competing for views on the cabin-tubes! Fuck but that weed has me digressing like fuck if I know.

In the meantime Gil finally found a move that I liked. "Oooh yeah baby, right there"

But he had already moved on. I slapped his chest. "Did you not hear me?"

He stopped and then tentatively did the thing he had done before he did the right thing. "Not that, the other thing."

A tentative lick in the right place. "Yes right there. Keep doing that."

He did but...

"Harder" I said. "Don't be such a pussy eating pussy."

My own words made me giggle but Gil's ministrations broke through and I started to really feel the heat. I'm sure my panties were now drenched even though I wasn't wearing them. He was. That irony almost, almost made me giggle more but then the paranoia hit. What if my soaked panties were water boarding Gil? What if he drowned?

But it felt so good. I still didn't want to stop.

I felt my boy's hands on my hips then trace their way along my ribs and find my tits. That was good. I cupped his hands cupping me. I felt like we were good. The heat went up a notch.

What, wait a minute... "my boy?" Where the fuck did that come fro--

Gil pinched my nipples. It was like two laser beams shot my clit as the same time.

"Ugh!" I said cleverly. I started rocking to his beat. "Go baby go. Make Mommy come."

Gil's tongue took it up a notch and his fingers pinched me in time. I was climbing the stairway to heaven. "Yes baby, yes. Good boy. Mommy's gonna come. Mom-ma mom--yeeha!"

Yeah I came. In my limited experience of coming that definitely made my faves list. I quivered and quaked for a while not connected to any earthly input. Then I climbed off and pulled my minion panty off one of Gil's eyes. "You okay down there bro?"

I will always treasure that smile on his glistening face. "Never been better."

"You ain't seen nothing yet." I looked at his cock. It had lost much of its rigidity and was lying arced across his thigh. I reached out one finger and flipped it to the other leg. "We can't have that. This will never do."

For the first time ever I went down on someone because I really wanted to, not because I felt obligated or was punching my sex cred ticket. I even made nom nom noises as I engulfed him. I had him hard again in no time. I smiled down at my work. "You see a condom?"

Gil wormed under his back and pulled the little foil packet out. Those nasty little corners were in him all this time? Respect.

I tore the pack open with my teeth. I considered putting the condom on him with my mouth like I read somewhere but opted for the conventional approach depicted on the original carton.

I straddled him and leaned forward so we were at the kiss me if you want distance and said "Listen handsome, you're new at this, so just relax and try not to shoot too soon. If you have to, think of something else, but it's okay either way. I already came so we're good. No hoo hoo. Capische?"

He smiled like a pirate and pulled the pillow under his head. Our foreheads bumped.

"Ooh oho sorry!" he said.

I kissed the idiot.

Our tongues tangled and I tasted myself. I liked it. But then there was that damned hair. How the hell did that get there? I scraped it off my tongue with my nail. Shit. Back to business. Gil was a good kisser. Who had he been practicing on? Inquiring minds want to know.

I reached back and steered the head of his cock into my cunt. Gil's eyes got spacey.

In one fell swoop I cowgirled up and took every inch of him. This girl don't fuck around when she fucks. No sirree Bob but man oh man I felt full. Did I mention girth is good. Girth is fabulous baby.

My boy's eyes were wide with erotic shock. I swear he would have come right then and there but for his self control. I began to pump slowly up and down and damned if he didn't start playing air guitar on his chest. Not just making strumming motions but picking out chords. Whatever it takes I guess.

I started rotating my hips this way and that. His fingers got clumsy. I grabbed his hands and brought them to my breasts. He found my nipples and started to pinch. I grinned and ran my hands along his arms feeling the lean musician muscles there. All this time I danced on his cock.

I was about to tell him he was doing great when his hips lifted me up. I grabbed his arms to hold on has he pumped up once, twice and then, with clenched teeth and feral eyes, slammed up hard and shot a gush of cum into me. Or into the condom, thank goodness. But you get the picture.

So now we lay beside each other. I played with his hair, he played with my pussy rubbing me in a nice warm familiar way.

"That was good," I said. "I'm sorry for being a bitch."

"All's well..." He kissed me. "...that ends well."

"Seriously did you like what we did?" So now I'm little miss shysy pants. "Everything we did?"

"It was fucking great." Another peck. "Just what I needed."

"So you'd do it all again?"

"Hell yeah." I heard an elastic sort of snap. He winched.

I looked down at his crotch, he had broken the condom the trying to take it off with one hand.

"Let it be, wait here."

I bounced off the bed and ran for the bathroom. Cal and Jill were doing a slow missionary in their room and Tom and Meg were sitting on their bed knee to knee with his phone propped between them. What the fuck?

Anyway I grabbed the last remaining towel and wash cloth. This I gave a quick soak and headed back to my room. I couldn't hear what they were saying but those two were certainly talking to somebody. Weird. But mission first girl.

Back in my room I ministered to Gil's penis. Such a role reversal but I didn't care. I gave it a quick peck.

Gil rolled into a sitting position and got up. "Where are you going?"

"I want my guitar," He said that with surprising confidence. "And then I want to start lunch."

He strode out of the room as naked as the day he was born. "I'm thinking hot dogs."

I went to Tom and Megan's room and walked in without a by your leave.

"Who are you guys talking to?"