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EPIPHANIES

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Combining two chapters here because ch. 8 doesn't have any sex and that's why you're here, right?

Chapter 8

(Back to our hero...)

Fuck I hurt.

I don't know what time I got home, or I do but I forgot. I do remember being depressed about it. I climbed into bed and slept a bit, I don't know how long but it wasn't enough. Not near enough. It's weird remembering feelings about shit but not the shit itself. Happens with me sometimes since--

Really there isn't anything really wrong with me, it's all in my head. That's what they tell me at the VA. But does that really matter?

Coffee.

I looked at my phone. No missed calls. Texts from Mickey about his progress, last one said he was going home. Good. Almost eleven. Did the math in my head... Prom ended at two. Drive times to the cabin and back to the barn. Fuck. Crawl back in bed?

Coffee.

I started the water kettle and set up the French press. Before you think I'm a snooty cafe coffee sipper, fuck you. Coffee is a drug and this was my preferred way dilute the blood in my caffeine stream as efficiently as possible.

Checked my phone again. I'm forgetting something. What?

Then the memories hit me.

Oh holy shit on a shingle with a cherry on top what did I do?

Cripes! Did I let my mouth run away like that again? Did I really try to corrupt those two? I wasn't concerned for me, I'd walk away and scrub toilets for a living if need be, but the family business? Oh the lawsuits! I knew how thin our margins were. Chapter eleven hovered over us like a cloud.

And what if those two weren't actually legal like I had assumed? Shit, SO registry here I come.

Maybe that's where I belonged.

And then my phone rang.

"Hello?" I croaked.

"Dave?" It was little green dress--Megan?

"Mister Donelli?" Her boyfriend, Tom.

So, speaker phone. I swallowed my morning phlegm and said "Hi!"

"We just wanted to check with you about Mike the driver," Megan said. "Is there any word?"

"No, nothing but that he's in Jefferson ICU and still out." Cynical me assumed this wasn't why they really called. "Thank you. It's very gracious of you both to inquire. I'll pass your concern on to his family."

"We'd like to send flowers," Tom said. "Could you let us know when and how we can do that?"

"Tom, that's a great idea!" Megan said. "We can sign it 'The Kids In The Back.'"

Geez these two. "Listen, about last night...."

Megan practically squealed "Oh you were so right!"

"It's weird," Tom said. "You kinda shocked us into one of those Eppy things."

"Don't play dumb Tom," Megan said. "He knows what an epiphany is. He gets that 'I'm just a big dummy' stuff from his Dad."

"Seriously though, am I criminal for talking to y'all all salty like that last night?"

Megan: "What!?"

"He means 'are we eighteen?'" Tom said.

"Oh, we were both supposed to be March babies but I was preemie and Tom didn't show his lazy ass until April."

There. You fuckers satisfied? Relief flooded through me. "Let me guess: your moms, baby pictures, over-sharing?"

"Some things are universal," Tom said. "Anyway, we talked about it and--"

"Hey guys, we're all out of towels," a new voice said. "Who are you guys talking to?"

"Dave, our driver from last night," Tom said his voice all caught in the act like.

"Yes..." Megan came to his rescue. "We're talking about sending flowers to Mike, the first one."

"Oh that's such a good idea," new voice said. "Get the details and I'll put it on my card."

"That would be very nice," I said. "You are?"

"I'm Cecilia the suspicious bitch," she said. "There's something more going on here. These two are sitting here legs crossed knee to knee stark naked all glowing from recent sexual activity--are you guys forming some kind of a sex cult?"

Whoa. That had the uncomfortable ring of truth. "Ya caught us. Wanna join?"

A bit of silence then "Nah, I got my own shit to sort out. Besides, I'm a leader, not a follower type."

Deflection time. "I don't think there are any follower types present."

"Speaking of followers, Gil says hotdogs for lunch."

"The guy who decides the menu is a 'follower type?'" I asked.

"Yeah--" Cecilia started. "Fuck... it's complicated. Okay, you got maybe half a point there."

"Who leads is situational," I said. "Want to talk about 'complicated?'"

"Yeah Cici," Megan chimed in. "'Complicated?'"

"It was solution, a strategy, a trick," Cecilia said. "How to un-fuck-over Gil but it seems to have scratched an itch I didn't even know I had. Both of us had."

"We were discussing the inadvisability of a sympathy fuck," Tom said helpfully.

"So my besty is a dominatrix?" Megan practically squeeed. "I'm so happy for you!"

"Yes, congratulations," I said.

"She's blushing," Tom said. "Cecilia blushing, that's gotta be a first!"

"I'm... towels... gonna go look in the linen closet."

After a moment or two I asked "so where were we?"

"About tomorrow," Tom said. "How do we know we can trust you?"

"You can't and you shouldn't" I said. "Risks are inherent in explorations like this. The only way to build trust is to take the risks. Do you know what a safe call is?"

"I read about those," Megan said.

I said "Cecilia seems like a good choice."

"I wasn't thinking about that exactly'" Tom said. "I don't know how to say this..."

"You're worried about me stealing Megan away from you."

"Never gonna happen," Megan said.

"Never say never," I said. "But I think it unlikely."

"Why?" Megan asked.

Yeah why? I couldn't very well say because it wasn't part of the plan now could I? "Bunches of reasons. Your dynamic is impressively strong--"

Tom guffawed. Yes actually guffawed. "Hear that babe? The Force is strong within us!"

Megan giggled. "Are you gonna lure us over to the Dark Side?"

I was gonna say dissimulating shit like "Megan is too smart. Tom radiates a bro vibe that guys like me respect and don't want to fuck with. And don't take this wrong but I would rather have you two as long term friends, both of you." All that's true but no way I could have said it without it sounding false. So baby you can bet I embraced the deflection like a favorite stuffie.

"You really should," I said. "We have cookies."

"Oooh cookies..." Megan said. "But why us?"

"Hmm... you two remind me of someone--some ones?--dear to me." Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Any totally not clueless hominid is gonna figure that out toot sweet.

And the conversation paused there. At my end it did anyways. What was happening at the other end of the phone we can only imagine. Finally Tom said "okay then, can you text your address?"

"Sure thing," I said. "Two would be most convenient for me."

"We'll try but it depends on our friends..." Megan said.

"Get here when you get here, I'll leave word with security you're expected."

"I heard cookies," Megan said. "There better be cookies."

Bleep.

And just like that, despite my best efforts to fuck it up, arrangements were made. I cranked up the Bee Gees on my stereo and made breakfast.

My weekends suck. Dad has me running the business nights and weekends so I learn to deal with the shit, not to mention finally give him some relief from said feces and enjoy time with his newer wife. I wouldn't doubt that his twenty four seven work ethic hadn't contributed...

Fucking don't go there Davy boy. Focus on the progress. On tomorrow.

Anyhow, I usually have to stay sober and available all weekend. I mean how lame is it telling a potential lover you were on call and then have to admit you weren't any kind of emergency responder. So I'm a relatively affluent bachelor in a big city full of lonely women and here I sit contemplating sitting in on a Saturday and reading a book. Fortunately our one Sunday gig was canceled, the wedding being called off for unspecified reasons. Sad. We get to keep the deposit, of course.

Cookies. Hmm...

I got out my exercise bands and went through my physical therapy routine. My flexibility was coming back and the pin in my shoulder hardly hurts at all these days. Soon I'd be able to find my ass with both hands again.

I wondered as I worked if I could learn to bake in twenty-four hours. Watch some YouTube videos maybe? Get a mix? I did the only sensible thing when I finished my routine. I called my sister.

"Hey Betz."

"What's up Brother Mine?"

"If I were to try to bake cookies for the first time, how would I fuck it up?"

"Who is she?"

"Never you mind nosy," I said. "Can you help me or not?"

"Just don't" She said. "The fire department will get involved and they'll have to evacuate the whole building. Your insurance will go up. The smell will be there forever. Just don't."

"I find your lack of faith in me disturbing," I said.

"I have unshakable faith in you fucking it up," Betsy said. "When do you need them?"

I sighed. She's gonna come by and snoop. "Noon tomorrow."

"Okay," she said. "I heard about Mike, any word?"

"He's in ICU." Shit, I need to touch base with the family again. Next call.

"Let me know as soon as you learn anything."

"Sure thing Sis," I said. "How's Jen?"

"She's right here!" The phone made handed off noises. "Say hi Jenny!"

"Hi! We gotta go." The phone then got dropped onto something soft.

I heard Betsy giggle. "Did you just hang up on my brother?"

"May-be..." Jen's voice was husky. "C'mere."

Rustling and squealing noises. I hung up from my end. What? You think I'm going to eavesdrop on my kid sister and her girlfriend? I'm a sick bastard but I draw the line there. Besides that would jeopardize Operation Cookie Drop if she found out. Did I mention she bakes great cookies? They've become a family Christmas tradition.

I called Mike's wife. No news, still out in ICU. I assured her of our support. Then I called my Dad and filled him in on all the details. That took a while. Briefing some random brigadier general that shows up at a convoy accident is easier than briefing my Dad. He knows the questions to ask and knows bullshit when he hears it.

Finally able to relax, I went out for a run. About a mile out my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number.

"Hello?" I was down by the river. I leaned on a big cast iron bollard. If you don't know what that is look it up.

"Mister Donelli?" The woman's voice was familiar. "It's Officer Windsong from last night."

"Ah... Julia is it?" I said. "How are you?"

"I'm fine thank you..."

"And please, call me Dave." I hopped up to sit on the bollard. It was a beautiful day with seagulls in the air with the clouds.

"Yes of course, Dave..." The hesitation was palpable then a rush of words came out. "Listen, I couldn't help but get the impression that you were coming on to me last night."

"Nolo condere,"

I said.

She chuckled. "I was thinking we could maybe have coffee somewhere tomorrow after I get off."

Of course I would love coffee after she got off but I did not say that out loud. "Well I'm having guests over but you're welcome to join us."

"Oh, I wouldn't want..."

"Look Julia... about last night."

"Yes?"

"I've been thinking about you since then."

"You have?"

"Yes," I said. "You have an incredibly stressful job, at least one child and an ex-husband who rubs you up and down the wrong way. How you cope, I could not fathom."

"That's a question I face every day."

"Would you like to be able to set it all aside and just be? If only for a little while?"

Awkward laugh. "Good trick if you could pull that off."

"I think I can... eventually."

"'Eventually?'"

"Yes I first have to earn your trust." I said. "And I would like very much for you to come tomorrow."

"Well I suppose..."

"Did I mention there's going to be cookies?" I said. "Fresh baked cookies."

"You bake?"

"No, I have been strenuously warned against attempting it by the eponymous Betsy."

"Your sister, right?"

"Ah, you remembered!" I refrained from saying "Good Girl." Too early for that. Instead I said "She's going to drop some off tomorrow because I promised my guests cookies."

"I'm sure there's a story there," Julia said. "But I'm beginning to think that's a frequent occurrence around you."

"We try." I smiled. "My guests are coming at two."

"That would be good for me," she said. "I can get home and change into something nice."

"I'm sure it will be lovely," I said. "Anyways the time is plus or minus a chunk so don't be concerned about it for yourself."

"Okay then."

"Okay then."

"One of us should hang up," Julia said.

"On three." I said.

"Three... two... one." Beep.

Tomorrow was going to be and interesting day. It could be great or totally fucked up. I hopped off the bollard and started jogging home. Halfway home my phone rang again.

This one it recognized, it was my ranger buddy Mort. I kept running as I answered. We had spent a lot of time running together, we could talk that way.

"Ho ranger buddy, 'sup?"

"Tripod! Hey remember how you're gonna be my best man?"

"Uh... yeah."

"Well Baby Girl and I have decided to elope."

"Wow that's great man. Congratulations."

"I'm taking two weeks leave while we get the paperwork done."

"Just tell me when and where bro."

"Uh that's the thing," Mort said. "We figure the easiest thing for you would be to get married there."

"'There' as in here?"

"Yeah, we're heading your way now."

"Now?"

"Well tomorrow. Probably in the afternoon some time. Can you put us up?"

"Shit man, you know I can't refuse you."

"We can get a hotel--"

"No you can't, because I insist."

"Okay man, Baby Girl is giving me road head and I'm about to come, so I gotta go."

"Give her my best."

"Will do." Bleep.

Fuck me running.

Chapter 9

(Meanwhile back at the cabin)

"Oooh cookies..." I said to Dave on the phone. "But why us?"

That seemed to give Dave pause. "Hmm... you two remind me of someone--some ones?--dear to me."

Well "very dear" probably means, or I'm a dummy beyond words, family. I looked over at Tom to see if he picked up on that. It was pretty clear he had. The question is was that a good thing or a bad thing? If true it meant there was something more than Dave getting his hands on my body. Not that I wouldn't mind--if Tom was okay with it.

I raised my eyebrow at Tom. He shrugged then turned his head that way he does when he passes the ball to me. I nodded.

Tom said "okay then, can you text your address?"

"Sure thing," Dave said. "Two would be most convenient for me."

"We'll try but it depends on our friends..." I said.

"Get here when you get here, I'll leave word with security you're expected."

"Okay," Tom said.

"I guess it's a good time for me to check on Mike," Dave said. "I'm gonna let you two get back to whatever."

"I heard cookies," I said. "There had better be cookies."

Tom hit the red button-not button. "What are we doing babe?"

"We're exploring," I said. "Together."

"What do you think will happen?" he asked.

"Probably nothing, but..." How to breach the subject. "How did you feel about me giving Gil a hand job?"

"I don't know," he said. "It felt kinda impersonal like you were a masseuse serving a client."

"Liar, I saw your bulge under the towel."

"Okay, maybe a little," Tom said. "But I can get hard just closing my eyes and thinking of you."

"Oh yeah?" I grinned at him. "Prove it."

Tom scooted back on the bed until he was sitting against the headboard with his fingers laced across his flat but hairy belly, his dick resting on the nubby bedspread. He looked at me, smiled and closed his eyes....

"No touching" I said. Tom moved his hands behind his head.

"No talking" he said. I made a zipping motion across my lips even though he couldn't see. Crazy huh?

I got on my belly and scooted in so I could look at his cock up close in broad daylight. It's such a pretty thing. I don't know the right words to properly describe penises and I'm sure I'm biased as this was the very first one to ever enter my body. I wanted to kiss it so bad.

I watched with a strange sense of inner peace. Tom's belly rose and fell with a gentle rhythm. Downstairs I heard someone--Gil?--playing guitar. It was "While My Guitar Gently Weeps." So cool. So perfect.

Tom's cock started to twitch. I bit my lip not to say anything. Little by little it ratcheted up. I was in awe. "Oh my..."

"Sssh"

"Sowwy" Oops.

It was at that lovely half mast with its gentle arc. Tom sighed.

I said "I'm gonna give you the win 'cause I interrupted you."

"You don't have to--" I engulfed him.

I grabbed the base and gave a couple of noisy slurps and then smiled up at him. "What were you thinking about?"

"What I was going to do to you." He had a scary gleam in his eyes that I liked.

"Oh?" I said. "Tell."

"Nope," he said. "Show."

Tom surged at me like a wave and his big hands grabbed me, one in my hair, the other under my leg behind the knee. I was pulled slowly but inexorably toward him. When our faces were even he kissed me while his knowing fingers found their way into my cunt. It welcomed them. I reached for him in turn and found he was completely ready, hard like nobody's business hard.

"Oh baby," I said. "I want you inside me so much."

"No words." He kissed me. "Show."

With that I began pulling at his cock. Not jerking him but insistently pulling it to my cunt. I wanted it in me. I wanted to come with him in me. It would be a first for us, long overdue.

Tom pushed me onto my back and I brought my knees up while keeping my eyes on him, my face broadcasting my need at him like... like a freaking high powered radar. Megawatts baby.

I didn't want to let go of his cock but I had to. I had grabbed it from outside my parted legs. I felt like the monkey trapped by the treat in the coconut. I reached down and with my other hand between my legs and tried awkwardly to pass his cock from one hand to the other without ever letting go.

I failed. I felt like such a klutz.

Tom held himself over me with his big arms and turned his head like a lion studying his prey. I found his cock with the correct hand and started to frantically pull at it. He quirked a smile and moved his hips forward to let me guide him home.

Home. The wonderful place where his cock belonged. The arousal of a woman is more complex then many know. Along with the external signs and lovely scent, there's internal things going on that match the amazing vision of a man's becoming erect. A shifting and a deepening preparing to accommodate. I felt it without feeling it, just a growing need to be filled, as the flushing of my skin sang a louder chorus. And of course my clit was doing warm-ups for her aria.

Tom's face moved in and I craned my neck to kiss him but he dodged, instead pushing my chin aside and going for my neck. Dayummmm!

No more waiting! I guided him in and he filled be just right, stretching my walls aside with ease, rubbing them slickly in passing forward, deeper until his hair met my flushed bare skin.

And I came.

I wrapped my quivering legs around him and gushed upon him with a lovely relief, but not a totally, still wanting more. How to say that silently?

He's big, I'm small. I could not reach his ass with my hands. I grabbed my own ankles and pulled them up so my feet were almost on his shoulder blades. He took the hint and captured my knees with his arms. Then he started to pump. Good solid slow pumps in and out, up and down into my happy cunt. But I wanted more.

I pulled his head away from my neck and stared into his eyes. Then I buried my own head into his neck and I bit him.