Alice told me that she played golf. Alice
didn't
tell me that she was conference champion three years in a row, when in college, and that she had 'flirted' with the junior circuit of the LPGA; No, Alice forgot to mention that little ditty, the bitch!
We played at her club, a beautiful tree-lined course with trees hundreds of years old, Spanish moss draping from some of the limbs. She shot a two over par round and I shot, what I felt was, a respectable 10 over.
It was a fun round and we'd be back later in the week for a match with some of her friends; a friendly match, for drinks afterwards.
~
After golf on Sunday morning, we lunched at the club and returned to the 'big house' for a shower and a kick-back afternoon. That night we planned on sitting on the Veranda, enjoying some wine, some smoke that she had scored, and to listen to the Jazz Fest in our birthday suits!
Jazz in the Nude; what a concept.
After showering and changing into some kick-back shorts and tees, we perused the Sunday paper; leisurely, lying on the large couch together, our backs against opposite sofa arms, our legs stretched so that a foot was in each other's crotch.
It was a marvelous quiet afternoon, filled with serenity, a comfortable place in our universe. I was lying with my head on the arm of the couch, looking at her as she read the comics, my hand rubbing on her foot as her foot rubbed my crotch.
"Ever had a threesome?" out of nowhere she asks this?
"A threesome?" not sure I heard her right.
"I had a couple in college," she said, dropping the comics to her lap, "and a few with my rat bastard husband also; I'm telling you this because I don't want you to get freaked out if I get 'kinky' thoughts or ideas. I'm telling you this, because, well, I'm not sure why now, but I thought you should know," looking at me seriously.
"Yes, I've had threesomes," smiling at her, "but only one of them involved me with two guys; the others were all with women."
"Did you like it?" her question serious, judging by her tone.
"With the two guys, it was alright; kinda cool being able to suck a cock and get fucked by one at the same time," laughing a bit.
"Yeah, I liked that part about it, too," Alice chimed in.
"I really like all-gal threesomes though, they are fun, and sexy, and it's just a wild-ass time," I said truthfully.
"I'd do that with you," she said, her foot increasing its pressure against my slightly damp pussy, through my shorts.
"Would you? Really?" I asked putting a bit of pressure against her pussy with my own foot, now.
"I'd do anything with you, for you; I really would and I don't think I'd be jealous either. I think that whatever you and I have is solid, the most solid thing I've felt for a long time, emotionally," her voice trailing off into soft, contented coos as I rubbed her clit with my toe.
"Yeah, me too, baby, I feel that way too; don't know why; don't much care why; I just know that I like whatever it is that's going on between us, I like it a lot," her toes rubbing my clit now as well.
"If you want to do threesomes sometime, just tell me; I won't 'freak out' on you, I'd be comfortable sharing recreational sex with you and others; I've become the poster child for recreational sex since I've discovered girls. Just let me know, okay?"
"Aaaaaah, sweet Jesus," was her answer when she climaxed, her hands holding my foot as she rubbed her pussy against it.
Quickly afterwards, my own moans of joy joined hers, my body shaking with spasms of release.
It was a wonderful, lazy afternoon in a great city, with a wonderful companion. It was all good; so, very good.
~
"Momma Jo, this is my friend Lynn," Alice said as she introduced me to the black lady standing in the kitchen at the sink, peeling onions on this fine Monday morning.
"Pleased to meet you, Miz Lynn, but don't be coming too close to me right now, either of you two girls, these onions are strong, child, strong, strong, strong!"
The onions were indeed strong, the odor causing Alice and I to tear up almost immediately upon entering the kitchen.
Alice turned on a couple of exhaust fans in the stove's hood, while I opened the door to the back patio, letting some fresh air in.
'Momma Jo' had to be into her seventies, but she didn't move like it; her movements in and around the kitchen, quick, cat-like. Her eyes were as dark as coal lumps; when she looked at you, you just 'knew' she was seeing into your soul, into your heart, and definitely into your head.
She had virtually raised Alice from birth, after Alice's mother died before Alice was a year old. Heart attack at the young age of thirty; her father never remarried, so Momma Jo is "Mommy" to Alice.
"I haven't been upstairs yet, Miz Alice, but I'll get around to cleaning ya'll's rooms before I leave today."
"Don't worry about it, Momma, it's already done, and it's just my room that we're using."
Momma Jo turned, looked at Alice, then cut a quick to look at me in such a manner that I was ready to confess; ready to say I did it, just don't hit me anymore.
A 'hard' look wouldn't be over exaggerating as a description of her glare.
"Your room, you said."
"Yes, Momma, that's what I said."
Looking at Alice for a while, and then once again, at me, Momma turned back to the black pot on the stove, stirring, making a 'roux' from scratch.
"Well, ain't none of my bidness," she said, "Miz Alice, surely ain't none of my bidness."
Then looking at me again, looking me up and down, she continued to stir her mixture, saying to me, "Miz Lynn, me and you gonna' get 'long just fine as long as you don't hurt my baby here. That no-good, white-trash husband of hers done did that enough already, you hear what I saying, Miz Lynn?"
"Yes, Momma Jo, I do hear what you're saying; thank you for welcoming me into your home," smiling as I looked right back into her eyes, not backing down from her glare.
"Hmmph, you got more guts than most men, child; most can't take my stare," laughing out loud and shaking her head.
"Hmmph, hmmph, hmmph, ain't that something?" chuckling to herself.
"I'm in a good place right now, Momma Jo, I really am," wrapping her arms around the large woman, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"I'm glad, child, I'm really glad," smiling at the both of us as she said it.
We told Momma that we'd be back in the mid-afternoon, and Momma said for us not to ruin our appetite, that she was making a gumbo for us for tonight, for after she's gone for the day.
~
"She's 72," Alice answered me as she drove us towards the Lower Nine, "She's been 'retired' for ten years; my father had her set up with a nice retirement account, but she still insists on coming in two days a week, to 'earn' her retirement money," laughing a bit.
"She comes in to make sure that I'm alright; especially since rat-bastard husband," laughing even more.
"She called him 'white trash'; I thought you told me he was from an old family in the city, movers and shakers and all that," I asked her.
"Honey, having money only means that you can buy more shit than the next guy; all the money in the world can't buy you class, or a moral compass. We, all of the old-line families had 'heard' stories over the generations about his family, but nothing ever broke to the surface to disturb their place in this town."
"My daddy always said that he wasn't comfortable with me marrying him, but I was 'in love' and closed my eyes and ears to anything negative about him or his family. A damned fool is what I was, Lynn, just a damned fool."
"That was then; you've taken steps to begin again, so put it behind you, chalk it up to youthful stupidity, and go forward, baby," squeezing her arm on the steering wheel.
Gazing quickly over to me, she smiled a beautiful smile and said softly, "It's much better since I've met you, hon, believe me."
~
That first week flew by so quickly; sightseeing with a native of the city, back to sit on the veranda at night, listening to the music from the festival, and making love, sweet, sweet love.
The trip to the Ante-Bellum plantations from the days when Cotton was King was fabulous; taking two separate day trips to see the best ones on the 'tour'.
On the way back to the 'big house' from that last trip, I did my first 'roadie'; I went down on Alice and got her off as she drove us home at seventy miles an hour. She loved it and so did I.
We also had sex in the city park that first week; she fingering me to orgasm as she kissed me leaning against a tree one evening. We were almost caught, which only added to the thrill for the both of us.
Rushing back to the big house that night from the park, I took her on the dining room table, all the lights on, and the curtains opened.
It was wild; it was crazy; it was stupid, and it was a fucking blast for us both.
Our golf match for 'drinks', with her pals, was scheduled for Friday morning, so on Thursday we played two rounds, for practice, warming up for the match the next day. Showering at the club, we settled on the patio for a light dinner before going home.
"Sharon is going to be the mouthy one, Beebe will say little, but she's the better of the two, at golf.
Sharon will try to get into your head, your head, not mine; she knows she can't and quit trying after college," Alice said between munches on the celery stalk of her Bloody Mary.
"Damn, Ali-I started calling her that-it's only for drinks; you'd think it was for all the gold at Fort Knox," laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.
"Sharon seems to think that it's a contest to 'beat me', to best me at something, anything; I know, I know, but despite her attitude, I really do care for her and have been friends with her since first grade. If she knew that I cared about you as much as I do, she'd try to steal you from me," laughing a bit at that remark.
"Is she bi or lez?" I asked.
"Wouldn't matter if she was or wasn't; she'd try any way."
"As long as you brought it up," I said to her, "How do you want to handle questions about our relationship at your party Saturday night, or whenever we're around any of your friends."
She had a party planned for Saturday, small, intimate she said, no more than twenty or so people were invited; an eclectic mix from her many different worlds. Artists, Musicians, people from the charities she works with, the rebuilding projects; as I said, an eclectic mix.
"I've been giving that some thought and wanted to ask you how you want to handle it?"
