Chapter 4
Illustrated version available on request to Author
Intrusion Results in Foursome Fusion
Paul caught the last train back to Danbury that night and on arriving home went right to work on his novel. During the train ride he had worked through a knotty problem that had prevented him from moving forward. Now sitting at his PC, he was amazed at the clarity with which he saw the problem's solution. He finally went to sleep and dreamed restlessly about Carol and their sexual romps. He woke at dawn and after making a pot of coffee worked on the novel until his belly began to growl; at which point he remembered that he still had almost all of the $500 Carol's publisher had given him and went out to a nearby diner for pancakes and bacon and was surprised to find he couldn't eat it all because he was stuffed.
Back in his tiny apartment Paul concentrated on the novel, working fifteen hour days and made great progress. When he finished the sixth chapter, he reread it, proofing it as best he could, and sent all the recently completed material to Carol via Federal Express.
That Friday's mail contained a letter from Carol's publisher, Jubal Harshaw, extolling the novel and giving him a $5000 advance ahead of its publication. Paul was stunned and rushed to the bank to cash it before Harshaw or anyone else could changed their minds at the publishing company, putting $4500 into his checking account and $500 in his wallet.
His next top was to the florist, where he bought 2 dozen long stemmed roses for Celia, and waited until he was fairly certain her husband Jim would be home before knocking on their door.
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Celia and her husband, Jim were necking on the couch when Paul knocked on the door.
Celia jumped off the couch, pulled her top down over her boobs and peeked through the blinds to see who it was. "Jesus, Jim ... it's Paulie!"
"Paulie!" Jim exclaimed while hurrying to get his erection into a less prominent position.
"Paulie!" Celia yelled happily and caught herself before she jumped into his arms and crushed the roses he was bringing to her.
"Are those ... for me?"
"Yes they are, Celia, two dozen long stemmed. The very best Taylor's florist had."
"Hey guy!" Jim shouted from just behind his wife. "Would that be a case of Sam Adams?"
"It would, and it is for the two of you. But the roses are strictly Celia's. She took me in on the coldest night in history and fed me."
"You sold the book!" Celia said, making it a fact, and dropping the roses to the floor, then quickly kneeling to pick them up again.
"Actually no, but they'll publish that after I make a reputation from the novel I'm writing hits the charts. For that I got a $5000 advance!"
"Five grand? Holy shit!" Jim roared happily. "You're rich, buddy! I always knew you'd make it big."
"I'd better find a vase and put these lovely flowers in some water before I drop them again. I swear I'm so excited I can't seem to hold anything," Celia chirped happily. It was the first time other than her wedding day that anyone had given her flowers.
"I've got something for you to hold that you won't drop," Jim said lewdly.
"Oh, did I interrupt something?" Paul said with a smile, knowing the Masters fucked like rabbits.
"Never mind," Celia said over her shoulder as she found what would pass for a vase and poured some water into it. "His something will still be there when I decide what to do with it."
All three laughed then Jim took a moment to open the case of John Adams and then took three bottles out and after opening them, hand one to Paul and Celia before taking a big swallow from his own bottle.
"Ahhh, good stuff, very good stuff!" Jim said and paused to burp. Paul laughed, feeling comfortable with his two college friends.
"Oh-oh-oh!" Celia chirped. "I almost forgot we have company!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I should have called and not barged in like this," Paul said apologetically.
"No--no," Celia said quickly before Paul made some excuse about leaving. "She's my old roomie from my Hartford days. Her name is Joanna and--and I'm sure you'll like her. Oh--oh--oh Paul, I'm not marrying you off, but she's a good looking girl and you make a perfect fourth for a night out. Are you up for it?"
"Well I don't know," Paul responded, looking at Jim for guidance in his decision. Jim just kept nodding his head up and down. "She's a looker, Paul, no shit! Why ..."
"Jim, cool it! I'll fill Paul in, now let's just sit down and have another beer or two. I'll tell Paul the story. Joanna's due in an hour or so. She has an interview with the Danbury Times, and yes, she's a writer too. So you see, Paul, you already have something in common."
"Umm," Paul began, "You said you two were roomies in Hartford?"
"Yes, right after college. You may recall that we ended up getting jobs in different cities: him in Danbury and me in Hartford, a distance of about 58 miles, or roughly an hour and fifteen minutes driving time. The pressure to make good at our respective jobs meant we could only see one another on weekends and holidays. In many ways, this kept our relationship hot..."
Jim interrupted her to say: "Yeah, she couldn't wait to jump my bones. Shit she told me that's about all she ever thought about."
"I think of it as my slut period. Anyway, you didn't seem to mind, so ... anyways that Labor Day offered us our first three day weekend, and while driving to Hartford all this lunk could think about--so he says anyways--was how to get rid of my roomie.
"Now I gotta tell ya Joanna was my closest friend in high school. By the way, she's very cute and she's Asian—American with a tight, athletic build. The three of us got along all right, but on several occasions we umm, kept Joanna awake with the sounds of the headboard slamming against the wall."
"Yeah, well," Jim chimed in, "I really felt like a prick for planning on how to get rid of Joanna so we could get some privacy, you know?"
Paul smiled and nodded. He knew all right. He had been a big man on campus and many a night Jim had sat outside in the cold while Paul bedded a coed in the cozy warmth of their dorm room.
"In fact," Celia said, "Jim felt so awkward about the situation, you know, that we were basically forcing Joanna out so we could have our little fuckathon. So I got this big lug to agree to a compromise in which we would tour Hartford like tourists leaving the apartment to Joanna for whatever for most of the day."
Jim jumped in at that point to say: "Yeah but Hartford ain't that big a city. We did the museums in short order--twice. That pretty much left the architectural splendors of the insurance companies that dominate the city's skyline. Took us maybe fifteen minutes on a cold day."
Celia joined the two men in laughing at his apt description of the Hartford skyline.
Celia picked up the storyline, saying: "That left movie matinees and bars. Inasmuch as we would visit the bars in the evening, it fell to the afternoon matinees; during which, the close proximity usually brought both of us into a heated state from which we invariably fled back to the apartment to jump each other's bones to the dismay of Joanna, who would make an excuse and take in a movie herself."
