A few weeks later, Terry was down with a cold so the three of us went out to dinner. After dinner, Mickey said she wanted to detour to see my place and meet my dog about which she'd heard so much. About ten minutes after we got there, she was pals with my hairy buddy and on a first sniff basis. About fifteen minutes after we got there, Pete was fucking her doggie-style while she sucked on me as the dog slept in the corner of the bedroom. I stayed rock hard (Thank you, Viagra) but I never came. And yet, Pete and I rocked her world that night, taking turns fucking her through several wet orgasms. Once, when she was straddling and riding me, Pete was in my mouth. His large tube-steak was reaching an orgasm. Mickey pulled his cock from my mouth and he spewed all over my chest. Just then, Mickey let go of a waterfall leaving me drenched. In fact, I had to change the bedding after they left because my queen-sized bed was a swimming pool of vaginal fluid. I've got a merit badge in swimming so I don't really care. But I prefer a dry bed, you know. Still, the room smelled like pussy and cum for several days and that was nice, too.
A couple of days later, Pete had to fly up to New York to sign the final business papers. He signed everything, met with his personal lawyers and signed a few more documents. Then, as he was leaving the office for the airport, he stumbled, fell to one knee and then fell over dead. Heart attack. Instant. Gone.
Needless to say, we were devastated. Mickey asked Terry and I to fly up to the funeral with her. I needn't tell you how sad we all were. We'd all lost a good friend, a kindred spirit and a fellow traveler. This one hurt. I mean, really hurt. The entire funeral and mourning period took a sad toll. Many tears flowed.
The New York Times had written a beautiful obituary for such an accomplished man. He was buried in a graveside military cemetery with full honors out on Long Island. He was a hero from the Vietnam War having saved his platoon while under fire. There were quite a few people at the cemetery and some from his platoon. Pete had a big backstory. Everyone who even knew a little of it felt deep sadness.
We returned home and for a few weeks things were quiet although Terry and I looked in on Mickey almost daily. She seemed to be in a trance, like a walking, talking morose robot. We tried to distract her but it was so difficult. I sensed that she really wasn't there. Terry and I were concerned how long she'd be in that funk. We decided that we would be there for her just as long as she needed to grieve. Soon after, Mickey called and asked that we join her for dinner as she had some things to tell us.
When I got there, I noticed how dark it was in their house. Mickey still hadn't drawn her curtains and the house smelled musty. Dinner was delivered and we repaired to the dining room.
"I'm glad that both of you are here with me tonight. I have some things to tell you. But first,...," she jumped from her chair with the most activity I'd seen from her in weeks and went to windows, "let's have some light. It's time." She drew back the curtains and pulled up the shades displaying a beautifully bright yellow sun setting into the sea. She stood looking out transfixed, "Pete would have loved this sunset."
Quietly, she returned to her seat and wiped the tears from her eyes. I uncorked the bottle of wine as we dug into the Chinese food containers. She had some papers on the table, too. "So first, let me tell you about Pete's will. Of course, it's in probate now but Pete modified it on the day he passed so eventually, this will come to pass, too. He left quite a large estate to me and also made special bequests to several charities and organizations. But he also made some gifts to his friends and the two of you are among them. Open these envelopes and please, read them aloud."
Terry opened her envelope. 'To our dear friend Terry, you have been a part of our family for some years now but it is only in the recent past that you have become blood. We cherish your friendship, your honesty, your playfulness and your intimacy. I am leaving you a sum of money with the hope that you will use it to travel, something you've always wanted to do. But there is a catch. I would like you to travel with Mickey and be companions. Take her to those places we never visited. Open her eyes to new adventures, which is something you've always done.
To you, I leave the sum of $250,000. I direct my Executor to make this so and to cover any fees, taxes or whatever that might be incurred.'
Tears streamed down from the women's eyes and they gripped each other's hands. It was very still for a few minutes until Terry looked at Mickey and nodded her head. Mickey collected herself and handed me my envelope.
'Ray, you always knew me as just another bum on the beach and that's the way I liked it. You never asked me for anything except my friendship, which I gave willingly. You cleared my head when it was fogged and you kept me centered. You gently led me into new ways to be and feelings to express. You opened me. You were an excellent guide and a friend forever.
