Author's note: This is the third part of a five part novella. Each chapter is devoted to a different category of erotica: i.e. lesbian, group, interracial, BDSM, exhibitionism/voyeur (in that order). Although the five parts constitute a complete story I have tried to write each chapter so it could be enjoyed stand-alone as well (although I prefer you read the whole thing of course). I will post each chapter about a week apart. Enjoy!
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Paige called Marie that evening. It went straight to voicemail. She hung up without leaving a message and swore at her phone. After spending all day ensconced in her own mind, churning through her recent cavalcade of ever-mounting debauchery, she felt like her sanity was eroding away beneath her. She needed to talk to someone,
anyone
, about what had been happening lately but she had never really been one to cultivate friends and confidantes. So, reluctantly, she called her sister Tammy.
"Hello?" answered Tammy.
"Can I spend the night out there?" Paige asked immediately.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I don't want to talk about it on the phone. I'll tell you when I get there."
She splurged on a taxi to get her out to her sister's house in New Jersey, regretting it as she paid the driver with several twenties. Her sister met her at the door, her face turned down in a concerned frown. Paige hated that look. Since her near-terminal illness nobody in Paige's family seemed able to look at her without that same stupid expression on their face.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't want to talk about it right now."
"You came all the way out here..."
"I just want to do something wholesome; family stuff. Is there a Disney movie or something we can take The Larva to?" Paige asked, using their nickname for her young nephew, Art Junior.
Tammy gave her a suspicious look. "Wholesome, huh?"
"I'll tell you why later... I promise."
So Paige ended up taking little Art Junior to see a shitty kid's movie while Tammy and Art stayed home. The grateful horniness with which they practically tossed their son at Paige left no doubt that Paige's urge for wholesomeness would have a lusty flip-side. Unsurprisingly, that's all Paige could think about during the movie.
After returning home, eating dinner and playing with The Larva for a while before Art took him away to bed, Paige and Tammy snuck off to speak privately. Tammy was giving her looks of impatient curiosity as they sat down at the breakfast nook but Paige was still not ready to start.
"You and Art have a good time alone?" she asked, sipping the glass of wine Tammy had placed before her.
"A long shower, I blew him a little, then three minutes of pure heaven."
"Oh..."
"That's not a complaint! It'd been awhile. Two minutes was all I needed," said Tammy. She wiggled her eyebrows.
"That's... um, good."
"OK. Cut the crap, Paige. What's up with you? What's wrong?"
And so Paige told her. She hemmed and hawed at first, speaking reluctantly and slowly, but, as she warmed up to her confession, she began to gush the lurid details of her recent sex life, or rather an edited version thereof. In her telling, Marie was a guy named Marty and Tony didn't have his friend Neil along for their romp. Doug's story she left as-is. However, even with the edits, Tammy was surprised.
"You've screwed three different guys in a week?"
"Well... eight days..."
And it was actually three guys and a woman
... she added in her mind.
"Jesus, Paige..." she said, shaking her head slowly. "This isn't who you
are
. You're the smart one, remember? Start acting like it."
"Well you had
your
slutty phase."
"I was a kid. You're twenty eight years old."
"But... guys pay attention to me now."
Tammy puffed out an exasperated breath. "Will you
listen
to yourself? You've been given a second chance at life. You only want to spend it letting guys
use
you like that?"
"Can't I get a little understanding? Don't you remember what it was like having every guy want you?"
Tammy gave her a sad look. Paige returned it. Motherhood had not been kind to Tammy. She used to be the pretty sister, running with a different wild boy every week. Now she was doughy and careworn with the blandly grinding concerns of parenthood.
"I know. I know. Look, it's not like I wouldn't be tempted if I was single and every hot guy in town suddenly took an interest in me, but you have to be aware that to these guys you are nothing more than three holes and a pair of tits."
"
Tammy!
"
"I'm just trying to be clear that these guys don't respect you."
"Tam, I have a master's degree and a career that pays well; I've had lots of important conversations with guys who didn't use it as an excuse to try to get me into bed. Believe me; I've had plenty of respect. It's overrated."
Tammy gave her a long hard look. "Well, be that as it may, I have a request for you."
"What's that?"
"Please don't tell me this stuff. I've been feeling kinda... well,
trapped
lately being at home with The Larva all day. Hearing about you cavorting around the city with three guys a week isn't going to help."
"You're telling me to shut up about my problems?"
Tammy snorted in derision. "No. I'm asking you not to
brag
... If you have any actual
problems
I'll listen, but having hot guys falling all over you because you finally lost some weight doesn't qualify."
"But I'm not used to this... I don't know what I'm doing..."
Tammy laughed at her. "You really need advice? OK. Don't be stupid. Use protection, don't get pregnant, don't get an STD. Other than that, I don't know what to tell you."
Paige frowned. "OK... I guess."
"And don't tell Art either. I don't want him tossing off to fantasies of you fucking your way through Manhattan...I already caught him checking out your ass twice today.
"...Ew."
"I can't blame him, I guess. Mom said you'd spent that month you stayed with them after you got out of the hospital just exercising all day. I can see you've kept at it... I wonder if Art was pretending I was you when we boinked this evening."
"
Tammy
! Don't tell me that."
"Fair enough... Mutual code of silence then, little sis?"
"I guess. But who will I talk to about this stuff?"
"You can always call dad."
They had a good laugh about that.
***
After church the next morning they went out to eat. After that, Paige took the train back into the city. A handsome guy in a button down shirt and khakis had flirted with her and she'd flirted back but when he made a proposition that she join him in the toilet she demurred. Tammy would have been proud. However the stranger's desire had managed to re-ignite her libido. As Paige stood in the elevator on the foyer level of her apartment building she looked at the fifth floor button and tried to reason herself out of dropping in on Tony.
She was not successful. She stepped into the fifth floor corridor with her pussy already beginning to dampen. She walked down the hall to Tony's apartment, fighting herself over each step forward.
As she drew closer, she saw his door was open. She could smell paint. She poked her head in and saw an empty one bedroom apartment with a mirror image layout to her own. An old black man with a wiry tuft of white hair wrapped around the back of his head was rolling white paint onto the wall and listening to gospel music on an old, paint-speckled boom-box. The air was nice and cool.
The man smiled at her. "Help you ma'am?"
"Did Tony move out?"
"I don't know nothin' 'bout no one named Tony. I'm just paid to paint this here 'partment. They say they wanted it done tomorrow but I thought I'd go ahead and get it done tonight... so I can go fishin' tomorrow. My grandson's gonna be home from the Navy for a few days, y'see."
"Oh," said Paige. She looked up and down the hall. Did she have the wrong apartment?
"Y'see, I should be finished already, but I came here earlier -- 'bout noon I suppose it was - and they had the heat turned up to eighty-eight. Can you believe that?
Eighty-eight
. I had to come back after it cooled down. I can't take the heat like I could when I was a young man, I swear to God."
"The heat in
this
apartment was turned up to eighty-eight?"
"That's what I said, isn't it?"
So this must be the Old Geezer Next Door's apartment, she reckoned. Had he died? Maybe he was lying next door dying as Paige and Tony and Neil had their three-way. Paige shivered. She said, "I guess the guy I'm looking for lives next door."
"He must be a lucky cat to have a pretty lady like you huntin' him down."
Paige smiled a goodbye and went to the next door down the corridor. A skinny, middle-aged homosexual answered. "Yes?"
"I'm sorry, I think I have the wrong apartment. I was looking for a guy named Tony."
"Tony what?"
"I... I don't know."
"Well sweetie, I doubt any of my Tonys are the one you're looking for anyway."
Paige couldn't argue with that. She thanked him and went to the other apartment flanking the one being painted. She knocked and a chubby, middle-aged woman with a scrunched face opened the door.
"Yeah?" said the woman. She seemed annoyed at being bothered.
"Does a guy named Tony live here?"
"Ha. I wish!" said the woman.
Paige thanked her and looked up and down the hall quizzically. She must have been more stoned and fuck-dazed than she'd thought when she'd been down there. That was the only possible answer. She decided to come back later and ask around. Right now she was getting the creeps, although she couldn't put her finger on why.
