Sorority Reunion 01
"Are you sure, James?"
"Absolutely, Mrs. Evans. I think my side yard is big enough to park five or six cars in it. Besides, it will give my roomie a chance to string some extra outdoor mode lighting to highlight the fence so your old Sorority Sisters know where to stop. He kind of likes that kind of thing, so."
"Oh, yeah, your roomie, the flamboyant one. Anyways, can I also put a sign on your fence to help me end the party at a reasonable hour without seeming like an old biddy of a dead fish? Something like "unattended vehicles will be towed after 11pm" would be a big help with things because pulling this stupid Sorority Sisters reunion has me at my wits end!"
"Now, now, Mrs. Evans, there is nothing wrong with you and you're a long way from that "old biddy" title and your wits still hold water and besides, these are your girls from back in the day, so, let the good old college days roll!"
"Well, it's been eons since anyone used the word "girl" around me and I need your side yard for parking because old man Canter's will throw a hissy fit if my reunion guests take up too much of the street parking, so thanks, James. Also, were you hinting earlier that you wanted to jack off my wits end then, hmm?"
"Mrs. Evans! I thought that I was clear that I wanted to fuck your wits end, but since we haven't yet, let's just concentrate on making your reunion party the best ever and you know, get you tucked into bed by 11pm, LOL."
"Oh, ooh, well, that back fired on me then. I thought I was calling you out to end all this age difference flirting, so, ooh, well, I didn't think you actually say anything back out loud, so, so, um, well, ooh, oh, whew, saved by the bell! I need to take this call, James, so, thanks again."
[Ring, ring, ring]
Well, her wits ends are huge! They might be 50, but I am a guy, so all I see is huge! And her other wits end has something to be desired too! But we're neighbors, so I guess there is a rule or something.
But back to my story. Hi, I'm James and I live next door to Mrs. Evans in Middleton and I would never hear the end of it if I didn't mention my roomie, Jimmy, who is more of a Jimmie than a Jimmy. But we live our separate lives and to cover my butt with my roomie, Jimmy is the queen of the street. I mean, I have to live with him, right?
Anyways, I have no idea what might happen at a Sorority 30, but I'm sure they will be awake past 11pm and I'm sure they will enjoy themselves. And having a few cars parked on my grass shouldn't be very harmful and you know, Jimmy can make a temporary parking lot outlined from strings of accent lighting and let his Jimmy flag fly, I guess.
And then probably wave some little flag around to direct the traffic, LOL. And you know, just to protect my precious roomie, I mean, I chipped in, just to keep an eye on things and to open the passenger doors for the ladies, who are not old biddy dead fish.
But as always, geez, it all starts with my flamboyant roomie, right?
"Keep it between the lines, daddy, yeah, that's right, twist that steering wheel like you want to twist my boy nipples, daddy. Easy daddy, easy, this isn't some parking garage uptown, daddy, yeah, baby, twist that steering wheel and bring it home, daddy! Oops, oops, daddy, I unfasten all seat beats, so hold your position, daddy!"
[Passenger door opens]
"Oh (giggles), your parking attendant is quite the flamboyant one then, oh, yeah, help me out the car, stud. Whoa, whoa, stud, I'm getting on in life, so slow it down a little, young man. Harold, tip the boy!"
"Oh, yeah, my daddy, all tips go directly into my back pocket, daddy!"
[Slows things down and extends a helping hand]
"The sidewalk will lead you directly to Mrs. Evans front steps, um, Mrs.????"
"Oh, just Helen or Horny Helen as I was known in the Sorority house. And I'll just use this banister right here to help myself out of the car, if you don't mind. It seems sturdy enough."
"Helen, enjoy the party and all spare ice is kept here at my house because Mrs. Evans ran out of room in her freezer, so feel to knock on our door and feel free to steady yourself with my sturdy banister then, okay?"
"Hmm, I guess I like that you call Barb as Mrs. Evans then and I'll be sure to be ice patrol, so?"
[Mwah]
"Oh, oh my, now this is what I call car service then!"
[Mwah, rub, rub, mwah, smooch, rub, rub]
"Well, now all I can think about is getting embarrassed later when we leave because you'll expect payment and I'll be fresh out of cash!"
"[Cheek mwah] I'll work on a payment plan, Helen, Horny Helen, so, follow the sidewalk then."
"Harold! Stop fag bickering with that flamboyant boy and escort us to Barb's party!"
I mean, when your Sorority nickname is Horny Helen, right? And damn, I should have had Jimmy extend the parking assignment mood light strings well into the backyard, LOL.
"Oh yeah, pappa, back it in, pappa and back door it slowly, pappa and oh yeah, I see where your eyes are focused in the side mirror, pappa, right where many men in Middleton in focus, pappa, I mean, my bulge is enticing, yet not intimidating, right pappa? Come on, pappa, back it in and don't lose your fag focus, pappa!"
[Passenger door opens]
"Oh (giggles), your parking assistant is a bit flamboyant, isn't he, (giggles)."
[Extends a helping hand]
"The sidewalk will lead you directly to Mrs. Evans front steps, um, Mrs.????"
"Oh, Mrs. Burns, but you can call me Betsy. So, um???"
"James, James the Sorority 30 party escort. You got this, Jimmy?"
"Hah, my pappa is hypnotized!"
"This way, Betsy Burns! I'll see you safely to the front door of the party then."
I mean, Mrs. Evans was concerned about the safety of her reunion party guests and all, so.
[Mwah, ummah, smooch, mwah, smooch, smack, smack]
"Well, this just might be the best party that I've attended in quite some time then, James, so?"
"And this just might the best tongue tagging that I've ever experienced, Mrs. Betsy Burns! That was absolutely wicked!"
[Mwah, ummah, smooch, grope, mwah, grab, smooch, grope, smack, smack, mwah]
"Well, James, you did see me safely to door and all and I haven't taken my faggot hubby's temperature that way in quite a few years, so?"
"Well, if you need anything tonight, Betsey, I mean, my house is just a quickie away, I mean, a few quick steps away, so?"
"Oh, oh my, well, I hope I need to save the party later than, James."
[Mwah, ummah, smooch, grope, mwah, grab, smooch, grope, smack, smack, mwah]
"Ahem, sorry honey, but I got all confused parking the car, so, shall we go inside then and let the parking attendant stud get back to his duties then, hmm?"
LOL, or the hubby had it with the kissing on the front porch for short!
"Hey, are you watching the strings of mood lighting for proper parking or are you consumed with how I'm wearing such short shorts tonight, hmm?"
"Oh, um, well, I didn't want to snag any of the light strings with my bumper or side mirror, so?"
"Well, zip it right up the middle buddy and I'll stand right up the middle and unzip my Denim shorts for you as a target if that helps! And be quick about as we have a line on the street! Also, aren't you a little young for this crowd then, hmm? You seem more like a boyfriend than a daddy, so?"
"Oh, um, I'm dropping off my step mom and the things she brought for the party, so my parking is short term then, okay?"
"Oh, so, are you saying that you're going to bulge a couple of boyfriend muscles while carrying a couple of boxes then, hmm? I'm Jimmy, by the way and you can call me Jimmie if you like, so?"
[Passenger door opens]
"Oh (giggles), your partner is a little forward then, but (giggle) they are both named Jimmy, tee, he."
[Extends a helping hand]
"The sidewalk will lead you directly to Mrs. Evans front steps, um, Mrs.????"
"I'm shy, I mean, I'm Cheyanne Chambers, I mean, I'm expected inside the party with my boxes of memorabilia from our Sorority Sister's days gone by and where is your Jimmy and my step son Jimmy getting off to then, hmm, um?
"Oh, I'm James and my Jimmy is the designated flamboyant party decorator of the street. It's kind of his thing. And I'm sure that my Jimmy is just helping your Jimmy with the boxes of things gone by, so?"
"So, you and your Jimmy then, James???"
"Nope, we separate, lives, LOL, very different lives. I'm just normal single guy, so?"
"So, as a normal and single guy, James, you want my tits then, right?"
"I mean, Mrs. Chambers, before we met, I thought I was doing fine in life, but now, I mean, I can feel death setting in for not having your tits by the end of the reunion party, Chey, so."
"Well, snap, I might have to stay longer tonight than I expected to, even though I'm like a ton older than you, James, so? And OMG, stop grabbing your throat and making that face! You're not dying!"
Ahh, a ton, a decade, a couple of years, a handful of years, whatever! Fat and full tits are still fat and full tits!
[Mwah, ummah, smooch, grope, mwah, grab, smooch, grope, smack, smack, mwah]
"I mean, for record, James, I didn't just pop a tit out for you! It's just that this dress wasn't designed to engage in close hand to hand and hand to crotch combat, so?"
[Mwah, ummah, smooch, grope, mwah, grab, smooch, grope, smack, smack, mwah]
And I had no idea what happened with my Jimmy and her Jimmy, but I do know that one tit out is amazing!
And after I got Mrs. Chambers' safely into the party, after a few more smooches and gropes, I noticed a car that was acted oddly. Like he stopped short nearer to my sidewalk than my side yard grass, which I attended to anyways.
"Um, sir, you can just pull onto the grass and park along side of the other vehicles, so? Just go ahead and park your car in between the strings of accent mood lighting, so, hello? Sir?"
[Passenger door opens and slams shut]
"Oh, he and his faggot friends have been texting about some flamboyant parking attendant, so, OMG, that faggot will sit there with engine running until he gets his fag flamboyant! Anyways, I gave him the excuse that I needed a powder room quick to give him a way out, so?????"
"Oh, um, well, my Flamboyant roomie, Jimmy, keeps our master powder room flamboyantly clean, so, um, this way then, um??? I'm James, the neighbor, parking attendant and reunion party escort, so?."
