Chapter 7 (Easy cum, easy go)
In the morning, with the light from the not yet risen sun beginning to lighten up the sky, I awoke, awareness slowly coming to me. I thought that some tiny noise had brought me out of sleep, but when I looked around the room all seemed normal. On closer inspection, something about the bags stacked in the gloomy corner of the room did not quite look right.
Then I saw an envelope lying on the nightstand. It had not been there before, that was definitely something that I should have noticed when Marly and I had first come in from being soaked on the lawn last night. Perhaps the placement of this had awakened me, a note from Heather maybe?
Taking it with me, I dressed quickly and went out onto the deck, now fully awake. There was not yet enough daylight to read by, so unless I wanted to go in to where there was light I would need to wait a little while. Standing at the rail in the pre-dawn light, I observed what went on around the house before any guests arose. I could see cook staff arriving to begin breakfast, and maintenance to clean up the remains of the party the night before.
Coming up the path from the marina, I saw what seemed like one large person. As the shape came closer, I saw that it was two people, one walking, the other riding piggyback. Except it was more piggyfront.
It would be hard to miss those tattoos. The person being carried up the path was quite certainly Marion, who I had met only two days before in the spa. And if I could see her tattoos, that meant she was most likely naked. As I said, she was being carried in front of a man. A huge, hairy, mountain of a man, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her legs around his back. And if I was not mistaken, she had yet another body part wrapped around one of his.
The man was walking, almost a canter in fact, easily up the path, carrying Marion the entire way. As he walked, his gait caused Marion to be jolted up and down, and each time that she was jolted down she would cry out as his cock was driven deep inside of her. What a way to travel. I watched this odd pair as they passed beneath me heading towards the courtyard, her gasps and cries audible the entire time.
Noticing that it was finally light enough to read the letter, I opened that up now, with not just a little trepidation for what it may contain.
It was indeed from Heather. As her words were seared into my memory, I felt a growing sense of loss, but at the same time a feeling of relief. Heather told me that she loved me, but that she needed to find out who she was. That the events of this weekend had made her believe that I should do the same. The letter said much more than that, but its main message was that while we might always be friends, we were no longer a couple.
As tears of loss filled my eyes, I pushed the letter into my pocket and returned to the rail. I watched the waves make their unending trip towards the shore, I watched the sky lighten, I watched boats make their way across the horizon, but I saw none of it. I was standing out there, all alone now, feeling very sorry for myself.
Wasn't this what I had been moving towards all weekend? What I wanted? I was free. Free from the guilt of wanting someone else besides my girlfriend, of wanting something else than what I'd had for so long.
I decided that what I needed was to get drunk, and not on the wine in the room. I went quietly back through the room and out into the hall. I had hard liquor in the boat, and by God, I was going to go drink some of it.
Once downstairs, I headed for the courtyard, stopping suddenly as I reached the door that led out to it. There were two people there in the early morning light, two people who looked so wrong together that even my grief-stricken brain could not help but notice it.
Out in the courtyard stood Curt's boss and Curt's daughter Kelly. He was holding her close, taking every opportunity to make contact with her firm young body, his hand on her back, her arms, her ass. She was smiling, her hand reaching out to take the envelope that he was handing her. Today seemed to be the day for envelopes, I wondered what surprise this one might hold. I watched as he ran his hands up and down the front of her body, and as she shook her head no. Then the two split up, he walking back towards another house entrance, she staying where she stood, opening the envelope to look inside.
Already suspecting what she would be removing from it, but hoping against all hope that I would be wrong, I watched as Kelly pulled a thick stack of green paper out, rifling the edges with her thumb. She looked around the courtyard then, suddenly realizing that she was exposed, shoved the contents back into the envelope, and turned to walk away.
"Good morning, Kelly" I said from my doorway. "What do you have there?" A look of surprise came over her face. As she tried to push the envelope into the pocket of her jeans, she dropped it, the bills spilling out onto the stone. I had almost reached her by then, and I leaned over, picking up a stack of one hundred dollar bills. If that was indeed the case, I held five thousand dollars in my hand. Looking up into Kelly's eyes, which were suddenly filled with tears, I asked the question that I really did not want answered.
"What did you do for him, that he would give you this much money?" She opened her mouth to speak twice, closing it again each time. I could see the wheels turning in her head, trying to come up with something that she could have done, other than the one thing I was already sure of. In the end, she said nothing, instead continuing to look at me with tears streaming down her face.
"Well, now I know how he knew that your parents were here." I said. "They thought that their weekend here was a secret, that no one would know." Reaching up and holding her chin, I said "But you knew, didn't you?" Making my own quick check of the cash, I saw that these were indeed all hundred dollar bills. "How did he get you to make that call?"
"He..." she started, then finally blurted out quickly, "He gave me half before, to talk them into coming out sometime this summer. This is the second half."
"But he's not really a bad guy!" she began to protest, "Mom just doesn't understand him!"
"And he's pretty quick, I mean, you know, he doesn't last long, so it wasn't like she had to be with him all night or anything..." she trailed off, realizing that her arguments were only making the look on my face worse, not better.
"Did you know how long your mother has avoided this guy before you did this?" I asked.
"Well... Yeah." she answered. "But, you know. It's just sex!"
"And, like I said, he's pretty quick! He's not into foreplay, and it's all over in just a couple of minutes. And he's done then. He just gets up, and like, he leaves after. He usually doesn't even say anything."
"So, it's like, no big deal, ya know? It's just sex!" she repeated. "She's been getting sex from you all weekend, and from Alex too, ya know? So, like, what's one more guy to her?"
"He's real quick!" she said again. "And then he leaves! Every time I've ever been with him, that's all it's been! In, out, and gone! It's no big deal."
I sat down on a bench nearby, remembering the events of the night before. I thought about Shelley's look of horror at seeing this man walk into the room, at her eventual realization that he had found them. I thought about when she had decided to sacrifice herself, her own standards, believing that she could save her daughter from having to be with him. I thought about her pain and her anger afterwards. And it had all been for nothing. Kelly had already been with him, apparently multiple times. Kelly had in fact been the reason that he had known they would be here, had sold her own mother to the man for ten thousand dollars.
Realizing that she had not won me over with her arguments, Kelly changed tactics. "You're not going to tell Mom, are you? That I did this?
