MILEY AND FRIENDS
Doug has to settle the Renee – Sal problem. Mandy's roommate joins the group and more games are played. Miley reappears with a proposition.
Chapter 11
Doug gets a scare
Tom got in touch with Jerry and offered for him to come and meet Renee. He was less than excited at first. He still seemed to have a bad taste in his mouth from the breakup. I got in touch with him also. He wasn't any more thrilled to hear from me. To me it seemed to be a good sign that he was a little bit jealous.
A few days later I was working in the yard and saw Renee and Jerry out for a stroll together. Renee waved me over.
"We think we might try to make a go of it again."
"I hope it works out for you."
Jerry furrowed his brow. "You've been dating Renee. Why are you giving up on her so easily?"
"Jerry, Renee and I have seen each other occasionally. There was never any discussion of developing anything serious."
"Occasionally, was it? Sleeping together, though."
"Look, Jerry, I've never..."
Renee broke in. "Doug is a good man. He put up with me and my...rigidness, although he wasn't particularly happy with it. No more than you were. Doug has a reputation for treating women right. It still didn't make me any more receptive to...things. But something changed. Doug has been seeing Paris Hilton and..."
"What the hell?"
I held up a hand. "It's a long story, Jerry. We met through a mutual friend and just liked each other. I've learned things from her, but it's not like I have any claim on her, just as I have no claim on Renee. Frankly, I started seeing Renee because I think she is a wonderful, beautiful woman. We have enjoyed each other's company."
Renee clung to Jerry's arm. "Like I said, he is kind and respectful, yet I was about to drive him away, just like I did with you. Then something happened. Mandy came home to stay for a while and he..."
"What? Did you fuck my daughter!? And my wife?"
Renee quickly added "Yes Doug and I were intimate. You already knew that. But when Mandy came home I was afraid she was a...lesbian. There I said the dreaded word. I kept hounding her to tell me about any men in her life, and there were none. She said she had had a couple of bad experiences. All she ever talked about was her girlfriends. I knew that if any man could get through to her it was Doug. Mandy sensed what I wanted to know and flirted with him, all on her own. I begged him to see where she wanted to go with it." She cast her eyes down and spoke in a whisper. "I was desperate to find out if she was...like I said before. And I wanted to know she wouldn't turn out like me. I was just like my mother, and I didn't want her to be like her mother." A tear rolled down her face.
Jerry stood silently.
Renee took a deep breath and continued, "But everything worked out beyond my wildest dreams. We found out Mandy likes both men and women. That's okay with me. And between Doug, Mandy and Chris the wall that surrounded me in bed was broken. I'm free."
Jerry cocked his head thoughtfully, absorbing what he was hearing.
"And, just to prove it I'll tell you that the four of us played pool the other night in Doug's basement. Do you know what we played?"
"Eight ball? How the hell should I know?"
"Strip pool. That got your attention, didn't it? We played strip pool until everyone was stark naked. Me. I did it. And then we went upstairs and did the deed with the lights on, not under the covers. And it was wonderful. I didn't know how much of life I had been missing. I learned a lot from Doug, and from Mandy, too. Yes, she taught me a few things. It's like we learned things together. Jerry, that's why I wanted to see you again, I want another chance. Please. Just a few dates so we can get to know each other again and...well maybe something will come of it. But if not, at least you'll have some reason other than sex."
"Strip pool? With Doug? And Mandy?"
"And Chris. There were four of us. And if you want proof, maybe Doug would let us two go down and play a game right now."
"This isn't the Renee I knew."
I put a hand on his shoulder. "Same here. She deserves someone to love and have adventures with. That's not me, although I'm very fond of her. She still loves you, Jerry. Me? I don't know what the hell I'm looking for any more."
"Jerry. How about you come home with me and I'll cook us some dinner and we can talk more."
A very bewildered Jerry followed her down the street. I thought he was going to be in for a big surprise.
With Renee out of the way I had to deal with Sal. She wanted to go on a hike and camp in the woods in the middle of nowhere. I figured I ought to give her a chance and see what happened.
Sal packed two backpacks with gear and we drove a couple of hours to the trailhead.
The terrain was wooded and very hilly. I pride myself on being in shape, but there are different kinds of being in shape. Sal is in hiking shape. She can tackle a long steep grade and not get the least bit winded. I can lift weights, but hills wear me out.
She picked a spot where we could watch the sun set behind the mountains to our west. She is a whiz at putting up a tent. I can make a fire and help cook on a one burner camp stove.
The thing about camping out in the wild is that there isn't a lot to stay up for, so we turned in shortly after dark. In the single sleeping bag we shared my other kind of being in shape kicks in. We can go at it half the night. She is small, but a dynamo. There isn't much fat on her, so she's not as soft as some women, but her breasts are very sensitive, even if they are rather tiny. Talk about a roll in the hay! We roll around a lot. I try to get in a few licks on her, and that ramps her up. She loves my finger play inside her. She loves it when I take an entire breast in my mouth. She loves it when I ram into her hard. She lets me set the pace for a while and then rolls us over so she can be on top. She can really hump. One good thing about us together is that we each keep going until the other comes. If she comes first she still humps hard on me. If I come first I keep thrusting until she comes.
There is often a 'second course' of activity. Oh, man. Her second one is often huge. I help build her up to it by exposing her small, glistening clit and tonguing it until she can't stand it and goes completely wild.
After two climaxes we cuddle, but she sometimes dives down and teases me with her tongue. Occasionally she can coax a third one out of me, but it's usually weak and she takes it all in her mouth. There are times I'll finger her into a third one. So, even though we turn in early we are usually up late.
In New York or Paris I never noticed the traffic noise at night. Camping out in the woods I hear all sorts of strange sounds that keep me awake. I'll think we're about to be eaten by a bear, but she'll laugh and tell me which animal is crashing through the underbrush. She knows them all by their calls and how they walk or run through the woods. I'm ready to build a huge fire right in front of the tent to keep them at bay, but she caresses my cheek, kisses me and laughs.
By the time we make it back to the car by a different trail I'm exhausted. She's all pep and energy, but I sleep for the entire drive home.
Sal likes me a lot, and I like her. But I can't see spending the rest of my life with her. The sex is great, but we are so different. Of course, Paris and I are different, too. So, why do I feel so opposite about them? Differences can be exciting, but Sal and I are on different tracks. Paris and I are on different tracks, too, yet somehow it doesn't seem to matter.
Damn. Life is complicated. I wish I had an easy answer. I wish I didn't think about Paris all the time. I wish Tom and Renee had never mentioned about the love thing. I wish Renee hadn't challenged me.
It didn't take long for Renee and Jerry to reconnect. I was pleased for them both. Jerry seemed like a new man, and Renee seemed to exude a new sense of confidence.
Mandy finally got a public relations job locally and moved into her own apartment. Her father helped her with a down payment and she promised to keep up the monthly rent. Of course, like most young people, she completely underestimated how much it costs to live alone. Chris liked the apartment and the fact that he could spend weekends with her without me or her parents around.
I continued to see Sal, but was dogged by the nagging thought that I really belonged with Paris. Sal sensed a certain distance with me and we finally had a good sit-down talk. She wanted to continue to see me, but realized that nothing was going to come of it. I encouraged her to shop around. Certainly she could meet someone who shared her outdoor interests at REI or someplace like that. In the meantime she thought an occasional roll in the hay with me would be good, too.
Chris called me at work one day. He said Mandy had decided that she needed a roommate to share costs. He had offered, but she thought another girl would be best for living arrangements. I told him that was probably wise, because if they roomed together and then their relationship went south she would be stuck again. He said he understood, but hoped it didn't cramp his style for her to have a roommate around. That is, unless the roommate wanted to play, too.
I told him my basement pool table was always available, and he laughed. Then he got serious. "Do you know who her roommate is going to be? Heather. She got a job with the same PR firm as Mandy so they'll have the same schedules and can even ride together to work."
