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.
