Well, true to form, my boy toy party got 'blown up.'
I was tanning on the deck two days before my party was to off, and I was naked, a wine cooler soothing my anxiety. I had oiled my body and paid attention to my bare puss and nipples. Thinking of Kent and his friends' cocks was flooding my senses.
I received a phone call from Kent, and instead of telling me when everyone was going to arrive, Kent said he was leaving town today with an uncle to work in his uncle's company.
"Sue, he wants to train me to run the company when he retires. I will have to fly back to Houston today."
I voiced my acceptance and told him I understood. It was an excellent opportunity for him.
I didn't say a word about the planned get-together. Only how much I was going to miss him. He filled a void for me when I was most needy.
"Baby, do you have time to come by so we can celebrate your success," I asked?
" I would love to, but I must pack and get ready. Hopefully, I will be back in a couple of months. Sorry." Kent explained.
We said our 'goodbyes' with me, almost in tears. I felt so sorry for myself and contemplated drowning my sorrow with liquor. Knowing that would leave me in a worst mental state, I did the best next option.
"Hey, it's mom. Where are you?" I asked Marti, and I could tell she wasn't alone, where I most wanted her to be.
"I'm with my aunt, and I will leave in a few minutes. Let me call you back," Marti replied.
I got up and to hell with the possibility of being seen; I paced the deck, waiting for her call.
Finally, her call came in. "Marti, I'm a mess. I know I'm a grown woman and should be able to handle this, but I can't."
Marti interrupted me, "What's happened?"
"Kent is moving to Houston TODAY! I won't be able to see him before he leaves, and I'm so depressed." I explained.
"I'm so sorry. Kent's been good for you. Not only the sex but being a companion when you needed him. Sorry." Marti consoled me.
A pregnant silence filled the phone. Marti finally spoke. "Do you want me to stop by?"
Without hesitation, I said, "yes, I need to talk."
I went upstairs, stepped into the shower, and washed the oil off my body. I threw on a tee shirt and walked back downstairs, and my mind wasn't on make-up.
I fixed myself a bourbon and coke and sat on the couch. I sipped my drink too quickly and developed a buzz. Foolishly, I returned to the kitchen and refilled my glass.
Marti arrived within a half hour. She rushed in the door and found me on the couch. I was beyond caring about my looks and appeared out of it.
"Mom, I wish I could say something to make it better. I'm at a loss." Marti said.
The look on her face showed she knew I was intoxicated. She moved beside me and hugged me. "I need to be with you tonight, and I'll call Mike and tell him I'm staying over."
"Damn, Marti, I was so happy until his call. Things Were perfect. I had the affection I needed from Kent, and I could call him anytime. He knew my needs and my yearning to have more young sex partners and arranged for it to happen. Now, I'm back to zero." I told Marti.
"I'm blubbing. I'm drunk, talking to my best friend, and being a baby". I continued.
I laid my head back, desperately trying to sober up. I needed to gain control.
Marti attempted a feeble joke, "Mom, you're the most desirable cougar in Lexington."
"Bull shit! I don't hear the phone ringing off the hook. I'm going to have to go back to cruising the bars and picking up the dreads" I knew petty was not a good look for me.
"I'll make you a bet. You drink coffee, a lot of it, and get cleaned up. I bet I can have a 'boy toy' here by 10:00, ready to satisfy you. Bet?" Marti bragged.
I didn't want to win the bet and wasn't sure I could be presentable in five hours, but I was willing to try.
Marti went into the kitchen and made us a cup of coffee. We sat and talked about how we were there to cover each other's back.
Within an hour, I was feeling better, a headache, of course, but aspirin possibly made it bearable.
By 8:00, I was again in the shower. I must have brushed my teeth six times to get the smell off my breath.
Marti was still downstairs and on the phone. I had no idea who she was calling.
She came upstairs shortly before 9:00 and said, 'it's all arranged; When I tried to get more from her, she smiled and said, "it's arranged."
She guided me through applying my make-up. She said she knew the perfect look and what young men liked. When finished, I wondered if she had depleted my supply.
"Are you sure?" I couldn't duplicate what she had applied with a video.
"Go with me on this. And don't you dare go with anything that suggests you are ready for bed. It would help if you showed your sexiness, not trying for Victoria's Secret ad.
We were in the den, sipping on diet coke, when the doorbell rang--10:00 on the dot. Marti answered the door and ushered Benji and another young man into the den.
I stood, smiling, and ensured both guys saw my breasts unfettered in a cut-off tank top. (Marti assured me that was what all fashionable women were wearing now.) She had given me her boy shorts to wear.
"Hi, Benji, and who is your friend?" I looked at the new man uncertainly if I had met him before.
"Sue, this is Dane. We went to junior high together, and he lives in - and is home visiting his grandparents.
"Nice to meet you, Dane. Did Benj tell you anything about our planned fun? I know it's not what you expected during your visit, but I think I can make it fun." I said.
I told Benji to get some beer for him and Dane. I motioned for Marti to join me on the deck. "How did you arrange this? Benji is doable, but I'm not sure I want Dale to be able to spread it to others. What should I do?"
Marti said, " I knew Benji was in Kent's plans. Benji said he had a friend who might be perfect for joining us. I can call it all off if you are uncomfortable."
