It felt exhilarating to play my guitar again. My Martin 00-18 sounded sweeter with age. My fingers danced on the neck. It felt like old times.
I was playing tunes with the fellow I'd heard while walking through the neighborhood. I met him again while walking and talked music for a while. His name was Prescott but he used Scott. He lived alone. I told him that I'd sat on the bench and listened to him bringing back long forgotten memories. He asked me to jam with him and so I got my guitar.
We went through about a dozen "singer-songwriter" tunes until he got to "Sally" by Davy Harper. I played the part I'd done on the original with a big smile on my face. Unfortunately, after that song, my left hand stiffened up and playing the guitar became a painful chore so I set my guitar down.
"I recognize you now. You played for years with Davy, didn't you?"
"Guilty as charged. Yes, I played with him when he first came up, then I played with him again at coffee houses in the eighties and nineties and then I played with him a few times on his "Big Chocolate" tour. He was a great guy and like a big brother to me. I miss him."
"I saw you two at the Talkhouse once. And also, I saw you a few times on television. I loved his music."
"Yeah, me too. He had a way of singing and writing that while seeming general was, in fact, deeply personal to the listener. It was his gift.
"Did you tour with him?"
"Yes, I was with Amy and him on his last tour. Those were exciting times. It only lasted a month and then he had that damned heart attack. But he went down the way he wanted, playing, singing, entertaining and loving his woman and his kids."
"Tell me, what was that famous coach, "Big Chocolate," like? I read so much about it in Rolling Stone."
"The first one was very cool but the last one that Elon Musk delivered was over the top. It was a rolling mansion. That sucker had five slide-outs! Man, those were good times. Listen, I'm gonna pack up now and take care of my hand. Let's do this again."
"Yeah. Next time, we'll play the Harper catalogue."
"Maybe. We'll see. Nice playing with you, Scott."
As I walked back to my house, I felt both the thrill of playing Davy's music again and the sadness of missing him. However, my hand felt worst and once inside the house, I put it under hot water. I sat down in my lounger to recoop.
Amy and Elaine were out somewhere so I went up to my cave to look at my painting. I'd been working on it for days but still hadn't found the spark. I decided to give it another try. I had a thought in my head that I wanted to express. I took a new canvas, somewhat larger than the last, and laid out my paints. Immediately, I was in the zone, painting freely. As I danced around the canvas, it took shape. Now, it filled with color. My erotic shape filled the canvas in large and small figures. Then suddenly I was out of the zone and apart from my connection. Still, it looked great and I was very satisfied. I got very weary and sat down in my lounger to collect myself. I felt quite collected when I awoke.
Amy and Elaine were home. "Hon, are you up there?"
"Yes. I'll be right down." I took the not-yet-dried canvas down the steps. "I have something for you."
"Yeah, well, we have something for you and we go first." She handed me a shopping bag. Inside was a beautiful tooled leather belt with a sterling silver western buckle, tip and slides. It was beautiful and just my style.
"It's beautiful. How did you know I needed a new belt?"
"Well, the one wear everyday you've probably worn for more years than you can remember. It's worn and looking seedy. Do you really like it?"
"I love it."
"I remember when you bought the old belt at Leatherology. God, that was so many years ago. You needed a new belt," reminded Elaine.
I did indeed. This is fabulous."
"Now whatcha got for us?"
I was standing only a couple of feet from them as I turned the canvas around. They made no sound and looked a bit confused. "Step back a bit," I said. They stepped back and still looked puzzled. "Further back," I said. Now they were about fifteen feet away."
"Oh, my God," said Elaine, "I see it. It looks an overgrown garden of penises and vaginas!"
"That's it! I'll call it "A Garden of Earthly Delights!"
"It's going over my bed," said Elaine. "I love it!"
"I don't know, Ray. It's not doing anything for me. I don't see it," said Sam.
"Try stepping back further," I suggested.
"No. Still nothing. It does not work for me. You can have it, Elaine."
I didn't mind that Sam didn't care for it. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. That's why it's called "Art", I really didn't mind. Elaine loved it and that was satisfying.
"So, this girl wants to dip her chooch into the tub. Anybody else?"
"Okay, Elaine. This boy wants to dip his oo-koo-ka-chooch, too."
Sam got some drinks. I got a few joints. Elaine, well, she was in the tub waiting for us already semi-comatose. Sam and I slipped in quietly and just let the hot water unwind us.
Elaine opened her eyes and saw us. "I needed this. I really did."
"It feels so-o-o good," said Sam.
"You know, I was just thinking about Jane. She's flying in tomorrow." Elaine was lost in thought for a moment. "Anyway, I was thinking of the stories she could tell about living in Sag Harbor. She can tell us a shitload about Gabby. They were thick as thieves. She can probably tell stories about you, Ray."
I was listening. I said, "All secondhand. I never even met Jane, or remember ever hearing of her."
"She says she met you once at the Talkhouse."
I shrugged. "Could be. I've met a lot of people." I shrugged again. I started to sing "Small Town Talk", a song by Bobby Charles.
Sam rolled to her side and hugged me. "You have such a nice voice. Sing more," she urged. I sang the rest of the song.
Sam was smiling. "Pertinent, I'd say. Your voice is so cool. The way you can tell a story..."
"I learned that from my years with Davy Harper...his words, his phrasing... Thank you, m'love." I kissed her sweetly but she turned it into a naked pas de deux.
"Get a room," said Elaine.
"Okay," said Sam and she pulled me out of the tub, threw me a towel and ran into the house. I was not far behind.
"Come here. I want to do something." She kissed me and pushed me on my back. She hopped on my flaccid cock and pushed the head in. Then she started to wiggle her ass around my cock. In a few moments, I was getting hard and pushing Li'l Ray into her. "Yeah," she said as she felt it grow. "Oh, yeah." She was sitting on my cock now and performing kegels on the base of it. I could feel her soft walls compressing, flexing and relaxing. I loved the sensation of this naked yoga. I squeezed my cheeks and flexed my asshole. Our rhythm meshed internally. She leaned over me and we kissed passionately, our tongues intermingling. I moved my hand down to her clit and began to massage it with my index and middle fingers. She stopped and slid off me.
"Why'd you stop? That was amazing."
"I didn't want to cum yet. I want to try something else. Turn over."
I did as she wished and received a long, sensual back massage. I was relaxed when she told me to turn over again. My dick was flaccid and flopped on my thigh. She leaned over and took the head in my mouth. She lightly licked around the head and into the pisshole. I started to get hard. I began to fill her mouth with my staff. She took more and more of it in as I grew. She was sucking me and the tip of her tongue was swiping just under the head. This was great and she was really into it. She shifted her body so that her slit was over my nose. I inhaled a fresh blast of her aroma. It was as though she had sprayed a musk scented bathroom aerosol in my face. My face was already wet. I loved it.
I started to lick, flick, suck, and everything you can possibly do to a fresh pussy in your face. I knew that I wasn't long for this world as my orgasm approached. Sam was going wild. I heard her hiccup a couple of times so I knew she was close. My toes curled. I immediately began to shoot my jizz into her and I could feel it dripping down my knob. Sam began to come wildly, squirting all over my face. She bounced on my face as I continued to lick her and feed on her voracious energy. Finally, our peak passed, we held each other as we caught our breath.
Applause came from the bedroom door. Elaine was clapping. "Man alive, are you two made for each other. That was great to watch. So much so that I came twice!"
I asked Sam, "So, what was it that you wanted to try?"
"Elaine and I were talking earlier today about what we love about you. Elaine said that she always loved when you got hard inside her. I never really took notice so I wanted to try. And she was right, it is very erotic."
"A penis that gets hard in my mouth is one of my favorite things," said Elaine.
Sam agreed. "It's one of mine, too."
"Make that three of us," I said. With that remark, I got up off the bed and headed to the shower.
Later on that night while Elaine was working on a report and assessment of the property, I went up to my mancave. I was staring at my paintings when Sam came up stairs. She started at the paintings and said, "I like number one and number three."
"I like those as well. Number two was an experiment. Ah, they are all experiments," I said dismissively. "What's up, Babe?"
"I was listening to Elaine talk about your music. I was thinking that if it not too difficult for you, I would like to hear some."
"I'm working on doing just that in a couple of days. Please be patient."
The next day, Sam and Elaine went out to get supplies. I called my Primary Doctor and asked if he could recommend a good orthopedist for a cortisone shot. He advised me to call Dr. Winston. I called her office and her receptionist said I could come in an hour.
I got two shots, one in the hand and one in the wrist, and headed home. The ladies were not home yet so I stopped by to see Prescott. I rang the bell and he yelled, "One moment." He opened the door dressed in a towel.
"Hi, Ray. I was just outside sunning."
