Buck arrived for Sunday lunch and Amelia West practically launched herself out on to the front porch when answering the doorbell to kiss him flush on the mouth and to push against him. That rather hot welcome left Buck thinking if her daughter didn't want him perhaps he could consider taking her mom to bed. That's providing if women in their mid-fifties still did it.
Amelia took him through the living room and out to the patio where she screeched, "Gloria look who's arrived."
Buck had three possible scenarios in mind: The worst would be Gloria wouldn't recognize him, the most humiliating would be her yelling go away she didn't want him here or she could yell in triumph that Buck Buxton had arrived to apologize for claiming her virginity all those years ago."
Actually it turned out more like a Hollywood movie comedy.
"Omigod, Buck... Buck Buxton of my teenage years of notoriety," Gloria yelled. "Oh welcome Buck. How wonderful to see you again."
She stepped forward to meet him but the woman who'd backed up behind her was standing on the hem of Gloria's floor length patio dress. It was largely ripped from her but she walked on bravely with most of the bodice intact and a strip of the dress handing over her rear. People around her including her mother looked rather shocked until Buck coming forward yelled, "Is there a dressmaker in the house?"
Everyone cracked up.
Obviously encouraged, he said calmly, "God Gloria you have fabulous legs. Thanks for choosing to display them to me. Have you any more clothing to remove?"
Face flaming, "No naughty boy Buck. You haven't changed much in fourteen years, always the party entertainer."
They hugged and kissed and Buck led Gloria off to step inside the house where she hurried off to change.
Amelia took over. "Everyone this is Buck Buxton, a dear friend of this family. Some of you will have seen the story in yesterday's newspaper that he's the chosen candidate of the United Citizen's Association to contest our city's upcoming mayoral election."
Buck had to stop his mouth falling open. He'd not seen Saturday morning's newspaper. It was still on his front porch where it had been thrown, and remained uncollected.
He cringed but waved and the other guests clapped politely.
As nibbles were being passed around and guests were handed a choice of juice, mineral water or French champagne, a woman button-holed Buck and said, "Well Buck, what are you going to do about the quality of our city water?"
Buck hadn't a clue what she was on about because he cleaned his teeth with water but never drank the stuff.
"Fix it," he smiled.
The woman smiled at him happily and said he had her vote.
Buck was astonished he'd been announced as a candidate without consultation or even knowing if the party endorsing his candidacy was acceptable to him. Who the fuck did those band of people think they were proposing him as their candidate without a pre-selection process and without identifying their aims and objectives to him and advising what they expected in return from him for their endorsement? It was so fucking Mickey Mouse. Woops that probably was objectionable comment to Mickey Mouse.
Amelia West handed Buck a glass of champagne and asked what did he think of Thelma Eliot.
The name only partly registered and Amelia noticed his blank look and said, "My sister-in-law Thelma Eliot. You must have had dialogue with her because she's president of the United Citizen's Association that will be endorsing you as a mayoral election candidate.
"Oh Mrs Eliot of course. Um she's a complex woman," Buck said vaguely.
"Oh exactly. You certainly know how to sum up people Buck. You'll have my vote."
Eh?
Cool lips kissed just under his left ear.
Eh?
"So you think I have wonderful legs?" Gloria cooed into that ear.
"Yeah and great tits," he said in abandonment, wondering what the hell was going on with these people.
"Oooh, you have my vote," Gloria simpered, pushing one of the aforementioned into his arm.
At the same time she did that, Buck thought he caught a whiff of Gloria's pussy and he was immediately blessed/dammed with an iron-cored erection. He hurried off to the bathroom to cower in isolation.
God what was happening? It was like a nightmare being caught up in an invasion of the Little People who'd taken over his brain.
Buck unzipped and leant over the sink and allowed cold water to flow over his erection.
He'd not locked the door and an elderly woman swept into the bathroom. Probably she was Gloria's grandmother. She took one look at the thick erection and said, "Bejesus can I have a suck on that?"
"No, for goodness sake no. What is it with you people?"
"Well I shall think twice before I vote for you Buck. You are so rude," she said, hitching up the back of her dress and sitting on the john and staring at him putting his limp penis away as she twinkled.
Back on the patio, Gloria's father Jack handed Buck a beer and introduce Gloria's Uncle Clem.
"What will you stand for if elected?" Clem asked, leaving Buck thinking he'd not had time to plan strategy.
So he said lamely, "Progress."
"You have my vote buddy," Clem said and dug his brother in the ribs and ordered him to stop fence sitting.
"And mine," Jack sighed. "Actually you could just sit and do nothing once elected and be no worse than the useless jerk who's vegetated in office after over-staying."
Gloria emerged wearing long pants and although she smiled at Buck didn't talk to him alone throughout the afternoon and nor did she sit with him during lunch. He didn't mind because what else could her bumbling seducer of fourteen years ago expect?
Buck left at 3:00 before the females became too drunk and began pestering him. Gloria's grandmother made him nervous at the way she kept staring at him.
Amelia kissed him on the front porch and he could feel her tongue tip pushing against his lips.
Jesus.
"Try to date Gloria darling. She needs some damn hard screwing."
"I only date these days for companionship," he said and at that Amelia let forth a hee-haw laughed that made Buck break-free of her hold and step back and just as well because at that moment Gloria stepped through the doorway.
"Mom you are drinking too much."
Amelia hiccupped and said, "Well I'll leave you too lovebirds alone."
"God mothers can be so embarrassing," Gloria said. "Sorry about that."
"No it's fine. She'd having a great time. And you?"
"Yes I really have. It's great having friends and family around me and the bonus came when you arrived."
"You're looking really great."
"Well I'd expect you to say that. I now have lines in my facial skin, I'm developing fat under my chin and my thighs are thickening."
"Your tits and ass have become bigger."
"Yes and that too."
"I think that's wonderful. You look so ready to pluck."
"What?" Gloria said, frowning.
"I remember you as being long, thin and looking a little ungainly but you did have nice tits. Now you look all-woman."
"Are you insane?"
"Gloria you look adorable. You are entering your prime. Live with it, enjoy it. Oh I was sad to hear about your divorce," Buck said, holding out his hand. "Come out to my vehicle."
"Buck I'm not having sex with you. Christ it's daylight and you're parked on the street."
"I brought you a present."
"The invitation said no presents."
"Fuck edicts like that."
Gloria giggled and walked with him, not resisting.
"What is it?" Gloria said, looking at the long thin box, wrapped in purple paper and tied with a pink bow.
"Open it and find out."
He watched as she undid the bow and hung the ribbon around her neck and then she unleashed and ripped off the paper and gasped, "Oh my very own fly fishing rod and reel. Oooh it's an Orvis set."
"Yeah with a medium action and the rod is a four-piece suitable for packing. If you remember in the summer when we were seventeen we attended Cecil Lime's fishing school together that went for two weeks and you were really into it."
