Chapter 5
Tangled up with my sisters, girlfriend and all
AUTHOR'S NOTE: To my chagrin I have discovered I did not post this "better" version of this chapter...we'll see if my assessment agrees. Hope the changes are worth the wait.
I woke to an empty apartment. I staggered through it and found everyone gone. I almost called Sammy to find out where the hell he went but gave it up. I was too tired to think. I went back to bed. It was about noon. I woke to the sound of my phone. Groggy and confused I fumbled for it till I mastered it and answered.
"Sonny? This is your beautiful girl friend!"
Dee Dee Hamilton. My heart jumped up into my throat. Suddenly I was awake and I could smell her, intermingled with the fumes of sex that lingered in the apartment. "D. Debra." I said softly, trying to sound sexy.
"Sonny? You sound awful. Are you sick?"
So much for auditory seduction. "No. No. It is so nice to hear your voice." I felt so pathetic. But my cock snapped directly to full attention without any intervening state.
"I am just getting onto the plane. I wanted to tell you I should be at the gate by seven. You can pick me up. We'll go by my house and I'll change. I have a glorious dress that will make you drool for tonight. Then you can escort me to the Collegiate New Year's Celebration. Are you excited to see me? This party should be fun. Will you know anyone there?"
A fateful question, as it turned out. I fumbled for a response and spoke the simplest thought I could manage. "My sister is finally going out with one of my friends. He has carried a torch for her for a long time. It should be fun."
"Your sister? Oh? Which one is that?"
"Tawny." I said instantly and a shiver ran down my spine as though someone was two-stepping over my grave.
"Tawny? Oh yes, your sister Tawny. She will be there. That is so nice. We'll get a table together. It is always nice to know someone."
I didn't know what to say but to add inane to inane so I kept silent.
D. Debra waited, finally speaking. "I am so excited to see you. I hope your tongue has gotten lots of exercise because I want you to go down on me right at midnight. See you at seven."
She hung up.
"Hello?" I said vacantly. My mind struggled for comprehension but my cock understood fine...and little head was not happy. No nooky tonight. Just tasting D. Debra, that was how my year was going to end. "I can hardly complain." I said out loud, speaking into the gray afternoon light. I looked at the phone. Two o'clock. "Nothing but pogo-tonguing my girl?" it thought. I thought of my sister Tawny all decked out, on Chris' arm, I thought of his apparatus and yes, my cock snapped back to attention. I really didn't have to go without, not if I didn't want to. Of course, technically, I had been used up already. Dannielle...I hardly had room to complain when it comes to pussy. I lay back and closed my eyes, assured that whatever happened, I'd find a fine thrill out in it.
I rolled out of bed and found the apartment had the decor of late American frat party. I spent the next two hours cleaning it up. Everyone else was gone, without even a good-bye but then I realized I might have spoken while still asleep; something I was able to do and got me into trouble from time to time.
By four I had the place shipshape and needed a shower. I realized I needed to get fresh clothes as the ones I had with me needed a whole new personality. I suddenly realized I was pushing the time and, after a final going over, left Bickerstaff's and Kline's apartment. Alissa Honeywell would tell me later that there was a maid service that would clean it up but at the time, I was possessed by the need to be a good tenant and not be an asshole. Even if that Oreo couple were both assholes, I did not want to emulate them. Copy the best of those you know, don't use their bad example as an excuse to pamper your worst self. A better world starts with me. I thought that and chuckled, for a guy boinking every pussy within arms length, thinking about a better world would confuse most people when it comes to making things better. I shrugged. Fuck me if the brave new world did not seem better with such pussy in it, or, better said, with me in such pussy.
I found an accident on the freeway and, being a holiday, it took the better part of an hour to clear so I was nearly an hour and an half getting home. I raced through a shower, brushing off my sisters, attention, barely hearing them.
I ran in and up to the shower so fast because I absolutely did not want them sniffing the aroma of pussy on me. The temptation is always to be casual about such things once the secret is out but I consciously decided to keep as much distance between my sisters and the rest of my life as possible. Like other of my decisions, this one was a delusion that made me brusque and nearly rude for that afternoon.
I did ask Dalia where they were going for the night and she shrugged and said they were staying in. I was in too much of a hurry to think about it much and so gave it no thought. I was sure this night of all nights I would get D. Debra Hamilton on her back where she belonged, despite my earlier fatalism. Had I taken two minutes to sniff around my blisters I might have smelled more than the dank mixture of Ellen and Dannielle steeped in my own sweat from cleaning and realized they were plotting against me.
It was nearly six-thirty by the time I left the house, backing out into the street only to discover my car was nearly empty. I found gas but there was a line. I was nearly frantic by the time I got aimed at the airport. I was surely going to be late and I felt anxiety rattling my ribs as I drove, forcing myself to abide by the speed limit since the police were itching to correct just this sort of holiday enthusiasm. I arrived at the airport twenty minutes late, dread pumping acid through my veins. I was just locking the car—the fob had quit working and I had to use the key. I kept forgetting to replace the battery so I could just punch it and lock the doors or unlock them. I felt stupid because I was going to have to demonstrate this failure to D. Debra.
My phone rang.
I answered it, panting into the phone.
"Sonny? Oh dear, I am terribly sorry but the plane is delayed. I, I won't be in till nearly nine. I have made arrangements to change at the hotel. Oh, we are taking off. See you soon."
She was gone.
Shit. I had to wait nearly two more hours. I did. I waited. I paced. I star gazed, looking at faces and asses, searching for some famous face. I realized I did not know her flight number and that delays and weather had bunched the incoming flights she would have been on together, muddling them so I had little hope of knowing if and when she arrived. On the brighter side, against expectations, I found a battery for my key fob. I couldn't get it open so I had to buy a little screw driver set before I could figure out the battery. I found one and went out to the car to test it and by golly it worked. Strangely, this filled me with a warm sense of accomplishment. Now, I realize it may have been the lingering glow of the well-fucked, but at the time I thought it was confidence that D. Debra was going to succumb to my overwhelming charm and lay down on her back and open her loving legs for me. Oh my, how ignorance and optimism can muddle the brain.
It was nearly ten before my phone rang and D. Debra demanded to know where I was. She was at the luggage area and waiting for me to come lug her luggage off the conveyor belt. I found her but she was distant and chilly, only presenting me a cheek and pecking me on mine.
"We must be quick. The party will be over before we even arrive." We bustled to the car. In the brief moment when we were close, I sniffed her and realized it was an advantage that she was standoffish, and I insisted she was protecting my delicate sensibilities—particularly my nose and the mindless cock that seemed in direct contact with the smell of her, rising up and staying hard.
D. Debra chattered the whole way to the hotel. I got the whole account of her time away, her cousins trying to peer into the canyon between her breasts and her confession that she teased them endlessly; mocking the males and chiding the females with her assets. She admitted, in a strange fit of self-awareness, that they must have been relieved to see her leave. She told me about her aunt Debbie, for whom she was named, but curiously spoke not a word about her mother. I did take note of that.
The knot formed in my gut during the drive. By the time I parked, eschewing the attendants, I had admitted to myself that I had been anticipating a reversal of our relationship and that she would be fully willing to lay down with me and do vigorous things to each other. I realized that anticipation powered my nervous response to the situation despite her early indications to the contrary. Hope knows no reason. I also confronted the ugly possibility that optimism itself may have no basis in reality.
Walking with her up to the entrance, to the music of her complaint that I should have let the parking attendant help or at least let her off so she did not have to walk in her silver heels on the concrete. If she ruined them, she told me, it would surely be my fault.
My idea that we would have a good time, that her torment of me was past and she was genuinely eager to be handled, that fantasy dissipated as she strode away up the incline from the lower level to the elevator entrance. We had to go down to get up to her suite, she said. I walked behind her and whatever she said about walking in high heels, she was certainly fast enough to make me need to nearly run in order just to keep up to her.
So we walked to the elevator with my eyes firmly fixed on the rolling of her ass, like two puppies in a burlap bag, bumping back and forth under her long gray coat. Her legs flashed through the slit in the back. I was so entranced I managed to keep my dread of disappointment at bay.
We were part of a crowd at the elevator from our parking level and we crowded into the car down to the main lobby from the parking garage. She moved away from me, not pushing against me but fitting her tits against some tall guy's back, dressed in an elegant tux. I hated the fucker. When we were finally unpacked, she sauntered away before I cleared the car. I was just about to catch up when someone called my name.
"Sonny! Sonny! Over here."
I looked around the cluttered foyer and found Chris and Tawny standing next to a big cactus, waving at me. Thinking they were a good excuse to halt D. Debra's charge for her shower, I grabbed her elbow and spun her half a turn to face them. "Hey Dee Dee, there is my sister and her date. Hang on a minute, I want to say hello."
Her compliance should have tipped me off but no. She was docile and sweet. "Of course, Sonny. I would love to meet your sweet sister. Please, do introduce us."
Arm in arm, we approached Tawny and Chris. I remember thinking something was odd. It was nearly ten-thirty. What were they doing out here? I did not get a chance to ask and it would have been redundant.
"Sonny, my god, you are so late!" Chris said.
"Yes, sorry, the plane was late." I put a hand on the small of D. Debra's back and pushed her forward. "Miss Hamilton, this is my sister, Tawny Duncan and my best friend, Chris Wills. This is the woman I have been telling you about, Miss D. Debra Hamilton."
They exchanged greetings, followed immediately by an awkward silence. I was searching for something to say when Tawny spoke to Deedee.
