The Long Hot Summer
With my trip to Europe canceled, I spent the summer in Escondido. Mom got me a position as an orderly. I thought it was going to be at the hospital where she worked, but it turned out to be at a nursing home affiliated with her hospital. She told me it would be hard work, but I had no idea. Imagine emptying bedpans and wiping the butts of Alzheimer's patients. Hard wasn’t the word for it. Fortunately, the local community college was glad to have me teach several sessions of English as a Second Language and I was able to reduce my hours at the nursing home. Don’t get me wrong. I have enormous respect for the people who do that sort of work. It just isn’t for me.
Angela scored an unpaid internship at the San Diego Union-Tribune, so we only saw each other on the weekends. After Vegas, Connie refused to reply to any of my text messages and she declined all of my calls. Twice I tried to waylay her on campus, but both times she saw me first and turned away. I don’t know if it was pride or shame that kept me from running after her.
My mother was now an administrator, which freed her from the shift work nurses usually endure. This meant I could borrow the Rav 4 plug-in hybrid I helped pay for to drive to Angela’s home in La Mesa on evenings I was free. On weekends, she would pick me up and we’d head to the beach.
When we both lived in La Mesa, the Silver Strand was our go-to beach. A bit farther than the San Diego beaches, but less crowded and easier to find parking. Leaving from Escondido, we scouted northern San Diego county beaches like Oceanside and Carlsbad. But the crowds and parking issues drove us farther north.
If you know anything about Southern California, you probably know we have this strange habit of referring to our highways using the definite article. We don’t drive on Interstate 5, we drive on the 5. Escondido isn’t located on I 15, it’s on the 15. You head east on the 8 or the 10 and to get to the Aquarium of the Pacific in Long Beach, you take the dreaded 405. Yeah, people rarely say just the 405. It’s that notorious.
So when we headed further north for beaches, we would take the 78 to the 5 and hope traffic wasn’t too awful. The first exit north of Marine Corps Camp Pendleton is Basilone Road, and from there you can access San Onofre State Beach. The beaches were quite a hike from the parking areas which kept the crowds thin. Even in the height of the summer season, we never had trouble finding parking or a place to pitch our umbrella on the beach. And with it being just the two of us, we never got into the sort of mischief that would get us kicked out.
The big debate all summer long was whether we should get an apartment together near school, or commute from her mother’s home in La Mesa. Marion said we were welcome to stay with her, but it always felt weird. Even with Angela’s bed on the floor, it was still hard to keep quiet when having sex. Plus we both liked to wander about the house naked, which we could only do when her mother wasn’t around.
I never completely gave up trying to contact Connie. She never stopped declining my calls, but I did manage to leave a few voice mails and my text messages were full of apologies and groveling.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have fucked her brother’s girlfriend,” Angela offered when I mentioned my efforts. We were on the beach with no one around.
“She doesn’t know that,” I said.
“But she does.”
“What?”
Angela was silent, so I placed my hand on her chin and turned her to face me.
“Explain yourself.”
She tried to avoid my gaze, but I wouldn't let go.
“I didn’t tell her if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I wasn’t thinking that. I’m wondering how you know anything about it at all!”
She pushed my hand away and stretched out flat on the blanket. “Connie and I have been talking.”
“Since when?”
“The beginning of summer.”
“What the fuck, Ange? I thought she was more pissed with you than me.”
“That’s what I thought, too. But evidently not. Anyhow, Emily told Jeremy and he told his sister.”
“Fuck me.”
“Yep, you be royally fucked, baby.”
“I don’t suppose you’ve said anything to help me out?”
“What’s there to say? I grabbed his dick and forced him in?”
“Well, you did.”
“Sorry, friend. I merely guided the way. You were so full of lust you didn’t know up from down.”
“And you told her that?”
“No way, Timothy. I’m on your side.”
“Why on earth would Emily tell him?”
“Probably to bring him down to earth. He was so full of himself after having sex with her. Plus she was pissed about him going back to Virginia for the summer.”
“Connie told you all this?”
“And Emily.”
“You’ve been talking to Emily?”
“The two of them came to see me a few weeks ago. Drove down in Margaret’s Lexus.”
“You call her mother Margaret?”
“I call my mom Marion. And by the way, Emily saw ‘North by Northwest’ on TV this summer. She now knows who Gary Grant is.” She laughed at the joke, but I wasn’t amused.
“Why am I just hearing about this now?”
“To be honest, I wasn’t sure how to tell you. You’re not exactly taking it well.”
“I should think not. Listen,” I said, “you need to get her to talk to me.”
“Why would I do that? I’m enjoying having you to myself.”
“Because you are my friend. Because you love me and I asked you to.”
“It’s a big ask, Timothy.”
“Please, Angela?”
“Ask me again tonight after we’re in bed and I’ve had my second or third orgasm. I suspect about that time I could deny you nothing.”
That’s what I did. I didn’t even get off myself, just lavished attention to nearly every square inch of her body. The sucking sounds I made as I lapped up the essence created within her sex had Marion banging on the wall.
“Sorry, Mom,” I cried out because Angela was completely speechless.
When she found her voice, she whispered her promise to do her very best. Then I did my best to bring her off again by plowing her not-so-fertile field with my trusty blade. Marion must have fallen asleep because we both were whimpering before the end and there was no further pounding on the wall.
Black’s Beach is the best-known clothing-optional beach in San Diego county. It’s a bitch to get to, which is probably why California’s anti-nudity laws can be flaunted there. It’s also not easy to find. But a friend of Angela’s from the newspaper promised to be our guide.
Saturday morning, I was ready to go. I had on a good pair of hiking shoes, packed swim trunks, a towel, and sunscreen in my pack, along with bottled water and a couple of power bars. I knew it was a nudist beach, but having trunks along gave me options.
Angela said she would be here by 8:00 and I watched her pull up to the curb near my mother’s condo. I could hear loud voices coming from the Prius as I approached, only to discover Connie Ferguson sitting in the passenger seat. Her face was red with anger. Evidently, Angela was pulling a fast one on the two of us, much to Connie’s displeasure.
Angela lowered her window. “Surprise!” she said.
Connie was silent.
“Jesus, Ange.”
“It seemed like a good idea,” she offered lamely.
“You need to take me home,” Connie said bitterly.
“Get in the back and don’t say a word,” Angela told me and I did as bidden.
“Angela, I’m serious. I want to go home.” Connie’s face was a little less red, but there was still plenty of anger in her voice.
“I don’t have time to do that. My friends are expecting us in less than an hour.”
“Fuck.” Connie sat back in silence as we pulled away from the curb.
In typical Southern California fashion, we headed south on the 15, then turned east on the 56 headed into La Jolla (pronounced La Hoy ya). On the way, Angela tried to make small talk.
“Timothy, did I tell you Connie is also looking at Santa Cruz for grad school?”
“No, Angela. You did not,” I replied like it was a question in a lame interview.
“Guess I’m not going to Santa Cruz after all,” Connie said.
“What?” Angela asked. “You can’t even be on the same campus? This next year is going to be a lot of fun.”
“You just keep that rapist away from me.”
“He is not a rapist!”
“You said he raped you.”
“When?”
“When he forced himself on you while you were still with Mark.”
“That wasn’t rape.”
“You said he didn’t give you a choice.”
“That’s because I didn’t want a choice. Timothy has never forced himself on anyone in his life, have you, babe?”
“I doubt my word carries much weight.”
“You have that right! You committed statutory rape against my brother’s girlfriend. Let’s not forget about that.”
“Connie,” Angela said, “I was there. She was practically begging him for it. She came into our room looking for someone, anyone, to get her off. If you had been around, she might have hit on you, too.”
“So instead the two of you tag-teamed her.”
This struck me as funny, but I held onto my best poker face.
“Whatever we did, was welcomed and appreciated. Your brother even thanked us.”
“That’s before he found out she’d been raped.”
“No, Connie. He was mad because Emily told him Timothy was a better fuck. That’s what pissed him off.”
“Still rape. She’s seventeen, under the age of consent in California.”
“Well, then I guess it was good we were in Nevada.”
“What’s the age of consent in Nevada?” Connie asked.
“Twelve,” Angela replied.
“No,” I countered, “that’s West Virginia. Nevada is sixteen.”
“How do you know that?” Connie asked.
“I looked it up just now on my phone.”
“Seriously, Connie. You want to claim that every high school couple who has sex is committing rape? Who’s the rapist, the girl or the guy.”
“The guy, obviously,” I replied.
“Usually the guy is the initiator,” Connie said.
“But what if the girl is seventeen and the boy is fifteen? Who’s the rapist then?” I asked.
“Timmy!” Angela shouted.
“What?” Connie asked, looking intently at Angela. “You had sex with a fifteen-year-old when you were seventeen? Seriously?”
“It was my cousin Phillip. We were at my grandmother’s house over New Years and we were bored silly.”
“That’s one hell of a cure for boredom,” Connie offered.
“You should see how her cousin looks at her even to this day,” I added.
“It was once and done. Clearly a fond memory for the boy.”
“I’ll bet it was. Are you seriously looking at Santa Cruz?” This last was directed at me, the first time she had actually spoken to me on this trip.
“Yes. I know I talked about Santa Barbara, but Santa Cruz looks more flexible. Definitely more progressive.”
“I don’t know how you think a master’s thesis about John O’Hara counts as progressive.”
“In a sea of political correctness, I hope to be that one throwback that illustrates the true inclusiveness of their program.”
“Wait,” Angela said, “I thought you were focusing on British writers.”
“That’s for his PH.D.”
“I even have a book idea to go along with it.”
Connie turned to face me. “What is it?”
“John O’Hara’s Pennsylvania. The thesis will be separate. The book just added research to help make my case for rehabilitation. Think of it as literary criticism masquerading as a travel book.”
“What do you know about Pennsylvania?” Angela asked.
“His great grandparents were from there.”
“And my grandmother keeps in touch with a few cousins in the town O’Hara grew up in.”
Angela sat quietly for a moment. “I guess you two do more than just fuck when you are alone together.”
It felt like a dam had broken, or an ice age had started to thaw. The three of us chatted like the friends we had been until the disaster of Las Vegas.
We talked about Connie’s plans for a master’s of philosophy followed a Ph.D. unique to UC Santa Cruz, the “History of Consciousness.”
“What got you interested in that?” Angela asked.
I answered for her, telling the story of Connie finding a book at her grandparents' house called “The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind.”
“My grandfather belonged to some kind of book club, where they sent you hardcover books in the mail, and got it by mistake. He said he never read it, but I found it fascinating.”
By the time Connie finished extolling the concepts of Julian Jaynes and telling us that he was her inspiration for wanting to go to Princeton, we were pulling into the dirt parking lot by the Torrey Pines Gliderport.
The Gliderport has to be the coolest spot in that coolest of San Diego neighborhoods. Perched on a cliff over the Pacific, it offers hang gliding, paragliding, and sailplanes: people call them gliders, airplanes without motors.
Angela’s friend Nathan, and his partner Roy were dressed like twins. Matching Doc Martins, military-style pants in a green and tan camo design, topped with black t-shirts. The only difference was Roy’s had a cartoon rabbit on it with the words “Bad Bunny” underneath. They were very handsome men, impeccably groomed, and could have been used on a Marine Corps recruiting poster if not for the earrings: small diamond studs on each ear.
Turns out they met and fell in love in the Marine Corps. Nathan was from here, Roy from Puerto Rico via New Jersey.
“Were you guys a couple while in the marines?” Connie asked.
They laughed. “Not that anybody knew,” Nathan said. “Don’t ask, don’t tell ended long ago, but trust us, it ain’t cool to be gay in the Marines.”
“But we are out now, in every sense of the word!”
I thought Roy was checking out Connie’s legs, but he was really just eyeing up her sandals. “Guess we take the sissy route,” he said.
“No flip-flops on the Ho Chi Minh trail,” Nathan said with a laugh.
“These are Tevas,” Connie said with a snort. “They can handle anything your Docs can!”
“Except maybe rattlesnakes.”
Angela said she wasn’t up for dealing with snakes, and both men laughed. “The trail is a little sporty, but you should be fine.”
I asked how the trail got its name and they explained that surfers, back in the 60s, started calling it the Ho Chi Minh trail after the famous route in Vietnam.
“PC locals are trying to get people to call it the Saigon Trail, like anyone really knows who Ho Chi Minh was anymore.”
We climbed into the back of Roy’s 4-door Wrangler Unlimited. “Parking can be a bitch, so Roy will drop us off at the trailhead,” Nathan explained. “We’ll take the sissy route back to your car later.
They weren’t kidding about the trail being “sporty.” There was a narrow beam of a board that led across a ravine, at places the trail and a spring-fed creek bed seemed to merge. Sometimes the trail was just a notch between sandstone walls that towered above you, but with the views, the desert meets the ocean scenery, it was well worth the effort.
The last stretch leading down to the beach was so steep that it featured a rope you could hang onto. It wasn’t quite rappelling down a cliff, but I wouldn’t want to do that drop without it. And looking up from the bottom, I was glad to know there was an easier way out.
Nathan told us the beach never gets crowded, but it was far from vacant. There were maybe a dozen surfers in the water with friends and family on shore. There were some kids building castles in the sand and lots of people were craning their necks to watch the hang gliders overhead. The whole time we were on the Ho Chi Minh Trail, we were constantly descending, and now the cliffs towered above us.
“No naked people,” Angela said with disappointment.
“There will be,” Nathan said with a laugh and started leading us north.
Once we passed the sissy stairs that would take us back to Angela’s car, swimwear was definitely optional.
“How do they get away with it?” Connie asked.
“The beach is remote and if all the naked people come here, the park service doesn’t have to deal with them elsewhere.”
The beach still wasn’t crowded, but we passed clusters of people camped out on their beach blankets. Topless girls, bottomless guys. Lots of bottomless guys, many of whom were not the least bit shy.
“Do you know what Grindr is?”
“It’s an app, right? Kind of like Tinder?” Angela asked.
“Yeah, well it’s a hookup app used primarily for gay guys, and practically every guy you see looking at his phone is looking for a hookup.”
“Here on the beach?” Connie asked with some trepidation.
“Yep. People are usually fairly discrete. They’ll disappear into the bushes or head up next to the cliffs. There’s little cave-like nooks back in there that offer ample privacy, but it’s pretty risky.”
“Bad people?” Connie asked.
Nathan laughed. “No, everyone here’s cool. It’s just the cliffs are highly unstable. You take your life into your hands when you get up close to it.”
While we were navigating the trail, Roy had returned their Jeep to the Gliderport, and come down the easier trail to the beach. We saw him up ahead walking towards us. You couldn’t miss his smiling face or the fact he has wearing his Bad Bunny t-shirt and nothing else.
“Dude,” Nathan said. “These are my friends.”
“Hey, they came here to get naked, right?”
Roy’s equipment was on full display, and let me tell you he was well endowed. I could feel my dick shrivel up in shame at the sight of his thing. He wasn’t erect, but he wasn’t fully limp, either. And of course, he was meticulously groomed down there.
Connie and Angela seemed to be spellbound. Try as they might to move their eyes away, they kept being drawn back to that massive penis.
“Ignore him,” Nathan said. “He lives to show off. Back when we were in the corps, they called him Donkey Dong after he flashed that thing in the showers.”
“I am sure people noticed,” Angela said with a smile. Connie was rendered speechless.
“Unless you want to be surrounded by a bunch of gay exhibitionists like my friend here,” Nathan said. “This would be a good place for you to spread your blankets. We’ll catch up with you later.”
Once they were out of earshot, Angela said, “Did you see the size of that thing?”
“I just can’t imagine,” Connie said. “It would tear me apart.”
“Maybe it doesn’t get that much bigger when he’s hard, you know, just firms up.”
“It wouldn’t have to get any bigger.”
I avoided the discussion entirely as I carefully spread Angela’s large beach blanket on the sand.
“Looks like there’s not much beach here at high tide,” I said.
“If we’re still here when it comes in, we’ll grab our stuff and go,” Angela said.
I was about to ask who wanted to go first at getting naked, but Angela was already stripping off her clothes. First the t-shirt, and for once it wasn't one she stole from me. Then her bikini top followed by the bottoms.
“So we’re doing the full monty?” Connie asked. She clearly had concerns about this.
“Don’t be a pussy, Red.” Angela started rubbing SPF 35 cream onto her arms and breasts. I just stood there watching. “Put your eyes back in your head, lover, and do my back,” she said handing me the tube.
I started at her neckline and made my way down to the curve of her spine.
“You should really have your shorts off to do this,” Angela said.
“Why?”
“So we can see if you get hard while putting sunscreen on my ass!”
My dick remained limp as I covered her delightfully round ass, her thighs, and legs. I guess I was still intimidated by Roy’s monster.
Angela took the tube from me and finished her front, leaving her lush bush shiny. I almost whimpered.
In the meantime, Connie had stripped down to her bikini bottoms and was rooting around in the sack Angela had brought with us. She came up with a tube of SPF 50 sunscreen.
“Ange, you know I prefer the spray-on stuff.”
“Yes, but I thought Timothy would prefer something that made him use his hands.”
“What makes you think I’m letting him touch me?”
“Good luck covering your back, miss I-don’t-tan-I-burn, because I’m not helping.” And with that Angela walked toward the water.
Connie started with her breasts. “You’re just going to stand there and watch?”
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
She turned to face away from me, spoiling my view. I turned to look at Angela, ankle deep in the surf, and when I turned back, Connie’s bottoms were off and she was applying lotion everywhere she could reach.
“Try to not enjoy this,” she said, handing me the tube. I started with her shoulders and worked my way down to her ass. For someone who claimed they did not tan, the lines of her bikini bottoms were well defined.
I dropped to my knees so that I could fully examine my work. I covered her ass, reaching down between her legs to brush her sex when reaching for her thighs.
“It’s not a massage, Timothy. Just lotion me up.”
I lovingly caressed her legs, her world-famous ankles, and even the tops of her feet. Sure, she could have done much of that herself, but if she was going to let me, I was going to make the most of it.
Angela returned. “Okay, Timmy, get those clothes off!”
I took off my shirt and carefully lowered my shorts and boxers. I tried to turn away from the girls, but Angela was keeping close tabs on me.
“You bastard,” she said. “You got hard from touching her! I looked, I couldn’t see any bulge in your pants when you were doing me!”
Connie was trying hard to suppress a smile, but when Angela grabbed the SPF 50 tube from me and began covering my dick, it was a lost battle.
“Ange,” I said. “You’re going to get us kicked out of here.”
“I walked up the beach and saw two guys with serious erections. I have no idea what they were talking about, but I’ll wager it wasn't the weather. Turn around and let me get your ass.”
When she finished, she tossed the SPF 35 tube to Connie, saying, “This should do for the rest of him.”
I stood still while Connie covered me from head to toe in lotion. I never offered to do any part of it myself, and she didn’t ask. She never once made eye contact with me, but she couldn’t hide her smile. And she couldn’t help staring at my erection which showed no sign of abating.
The three of us lay face down on the blanket for a while. Angela put me in the middle, which is where I definitely wanted to be. Even with contact with the blanket, my erection started to fade.
We talked about school, about where we were going to live in the fall. “I really thought the three of us would get a place together,” Angela said.
“I’m not living with him,” Connie replied.
“What, you can afford your own place?”
“There are seniors in the dorms.”
“I seriously doubt it.”
I just lay there in silence. Angela usually gets her own way, I was hoping she would with this as well.
I rolled onto my back. It felt good to feel the sun on my boys. Somewhere I read getting sun on your balls increased your testosterone levels. I don’t know about that, but it sure felt good.
Angela turned toward me and said, “He’s not that much bigger than you.”
Connie snorted.
“Ok. Roy is unusually well endowed. But look at this. It’s a normal-sized penis nesting in his fur. Quite lovely.” Connie did not look.
When we headed into the water, Connie even let me take her by the hand, although it took some scolding from Angela. So there we were, the three of us, holding hands, entering the surf.
Damn, when the water hit my balls, I thought I was going to die. The two girls were practically holding me up. “How are those external sex organs treating you, champ?” Angela asked with a laugh.
I broke free and dove in. It was cold, but it was exhilarating. Beyond all that, it felt wonderful to be naked in the ocean. Even when we started to head for shore and the water dropped to my knees and my shriveled-up balls and barely there penis were laughed at by the girls, it still felt great.
Nathan and Roy showed up. Now both naked. Thankfully, Nathan looked like a normal human being. Of course, they both laughed along with the girls at my equipment.
“He never goes into the water,” Nathan said of Roy.
“Vanity,” said Roy. “I admit to it. No offense, but I never want to end up looking like that,” he said glancing at my pale ghost of a penis.
“I doubt that’s possible,” Angela said with a grin.
Connie touched my shoulder as if to offer moral support.
“I’ve seen him in the cold,” Nathan said, holding his fingers an inch apart. “Practically disappears. When we are out here on the beach, he surreptitiously pulls on it, causing it to puff up a bit.”
“That’s more than a bit,” Angela said.
Roy beamed with pride.
“Even with SFP 50,” Connie said, “I can only stay in the sun for so long before I start to burn. We need to get going.”
Nathan and Roy bade us farewell and headed further north on the beach. Connie and Angela pulled on bikini bottoms and t-shirts while I opted to get fully dressed before we hiked up the hill to the parking lot.
Once in the car, I sat behind Angela as she drove her Prius. Connie took her Tevas off and put her bare feet up on the dashboard. From where I sat, I had a glorious view of her shapely legs.
I have no idea what the girls were chatting about. I just drifted in and out of sleep. Connie’s beautiful legs were burned onto my brain, and in my half-sleeping, half-awake state, I envisioned caressing them with my hands and my lips.
At some point, I noticed that the girls were paying attention to me.
“You are such a bastard, Timothy,” Angela said.
“What?”
“All Connie needs to do is show up and your dick begins to swell.” I looked at my crotch and indeed, there was quite a bulge.
“He was probably dreaming of having sex with you, Angela.”
“Not a chance. He’s back there ogling your legs. Maybe he was dreaming he had a dick like Roy’s!”
They both had a good laugh at that.
“So who are you taking home first?” Connie asked.
“I thought we’d head to La Mesa and see what Marion is up to. She won’t feed us, but we can raid the fridge.”
“It’s so nice to see the three of you together,” Marion said with a smile. She was wearing a cute dress and had fixed her makeup. “Moira and I are going to the movies. Brad Pitt and Leonardo DiCaprio. It’s like a dream come true.”
We laughed as Marion picked up her phone. “Slight change in plans, babe. Angela has friends over and I thought maybe I would stay at your place tonight.”
This must have been agreeable to Moira because Marion quickly packed an overnight bag and was on her way out.
“I’ll probably be back by lunchtime, so if you are up by then, put some clothes on!”
We left our beach gear by the front door and went into the kitchen to see what we could find in the fridge. I was standing right behind Connie and I couldn’t resist the temptation to put my arms around her from behind.
“Don’t!” she said sharply but didn’t push me away. Angela turned to face her.
“Don’t be an idiot, Connie.” Angela leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
They were both in t-shirts and bikini bottoms and I did my best to keep my rapidly forming erection away from Connie’s ass. But when she took a step backward we made full contact.
“He’s hard already,” Connie said with mild disgust.
“It’s you, babe. He loves us both, but when he gets near you, he loses all control.”
Connie made no move to pull away, so I raised my hands to her breasts. Her nipples were so hard they almost poked holes in her shirt. Angela reached a hand between Connie’s legs and said, “I think the same thing is true for you. Maybe that’s why you are so mad at him.”
Connie pushed us both away. “I’m mad because he’s a dick. I should be mad at both of you because I know he doesn’t do anything you don’t tell him to.”
“Trust me, Connie. I never told him to fuck you!”
“I bet you would have. If you had walked in on us in your apartment that night. You’d have urged him on.”
“I don’t know about that. Pretty sure I would have watched. And I for sure would have noticed you were a real redhead!”
That put a smile on Connie’s face.
With some effort, I turned Connie to face me. Without a bra, her breasts were not nearly as high and proud as usual, but her nipples were telling me I had a decent chance at forgiveness.
I took both her hands in mine. “You know I never meant to hurt you. And surely you know how much I’ve missed you.” She would not meet my gaze, and quickly pulled her hands away.
Angela came up behind me and pressed herself against my back. Connie would look at her.
“Don’t be an idiot. Just because we were, doesn’t mean you have to compound the problem.”
No smile, but at least she looked Angela in the face. Then Angela began to unfasten my shorts. No reaction from Connie, but she did not turn away. My belt buckle was undone, the snap unfastened, and the zipper slowly pulled down. No one said a word.
With just a slight tug, my shorts fell to the floor. My boxers jutted out in front of me, my arousal quite evident.
“Just touch it,” Angela said.
Connie reached for me, fishing my penis out through the vent in my boxers.
“Now isn’t that a welcome sight?”
Connie said nothing, but held me lightly, her fingers shifting as the blood filled my organ.
“He has no choice when you are around. He thinks you are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.”
Connie started to deny it, but Angela interrupted. “No, he does. I do too. So take off your shirt so we can admire you.”
Connie felt the little tremor those words sent through my dick. A smile half was forming on her face as she released me and then pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor.
Angela had both arms around me and two hands on my dick. “You know you want to kiss it,” she said.
Connie brushed her hair back, lowered herself to her knees, and placed a chaste kiss on the tip of my dick.
“Oh, you can do better than that,” Angela said.
Connie took me in her mouth until her lips were against Angela’s hands. “Just stay like that a little while,” Angela said. “Feel how hard he is. Feel him tremble.”
Connie still wouldn’t meet my gaze. Even with most of my penis in her mouth, she wouldn’t look at me. I leaned backward against Angela. Brushed my face against hers. She nibbled on my left ear, then released my dick so that she could pull off her shirt.
“Look at me, Connie. I’m just a skinny girl with a cute ass.”
Connie released me as though she had something to say.
“No,” Angela continued, “You are a great beauty, I will never argue that point. And Timothy here, he can’t help himself. I just mention you in a conversation and he gets hard. Sure, it’s annoying, but I enjoy his erections just the same.”
Angela pulled her bikini bottoms off and stood before us naked. “Your turn, babe,” she said.
Connie reached for my hands and placed them at her waist. “You do it,” she said to me.
I hooked my thumbs under the waistband and slowly lowered her swimsuit. As I drew it lower, I began to crouch until my face was level with her freshly exposed bush.
I could smell her arousal as I placed my hands on her ass, drawing her close. No scent of ginger now, just a bit of ocean, sweat, and the musk of her arousal. I could feel, more than see, Angela embracing her, keeping her upright while at the same time kissing her.
I heard a moan as my tongue slipped between her outer lips, parting them and pulling one at a time into my mouth. She trembled when my tongue dove between those lips, reaching as far inside as I could go.
I was certain my hands would leave marks on her ass, I was squeezing so tight. Angela let go and we tumbled to the hard tile floor of the kitchen. We could have moved to the bedroom. Angela’s bed was still resting on the floor. But I had to be in her now, not at some point in the future, even if it was only a few moments away.
Like a blind man, I had no sense of my surroundings. I placed my hands on her hips, slid my body between her legs and my penis found its way home on its own. While I was overwhelmed by desire, I still felt the need to savor this. To taste fully of this moment I had been waiting all summer for. I paused as soon as my glans was in place. Then withdrew ever so slightly before entering halfway to heaven. And then finally, that last gentle thrust to where I was fully engulfed, fully gripped by her sex. I could feel the edge of her opening around the base of my dick and knew I could not go any further.
And then I paused, raised myself on my hands to where I could see her face and see the tears and the quivering lips. I put my nose against hers, rubbed it lightly. Then placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
“I fucking hate you,” she said with a sob.
“I know you do,” I said kissing her again.
And then her tongue was in my mouth as she rocked her hips and I could feel that heavenly caress as my dick slid in and out, back and forth.
I felt teeth on my ass as Angela bit me. “I don’t recall saying that you two could fuck.”
We ignored her completely as we stared into each other eyes. Connie playfully bit my lower lip.
“I want to be on top,” she said.
I reluctantly pulled away. It felt like she did not want to let go, that I was held in a gentle grip that sent tremors through my body. But I slid out, climbed over her legs, and lay on my back on the cold hard floor.
“You know there is a perfectly fine bed right down the hall. This floor isn’t even all that clean.”
We ignored her. Connie grasped my erection with her hand and adjusted the angle until we were connected again, and she could raise and lower herself at will.
Angela never liked being ignored and threw a dish towel at us before leaving the room. It fell across my face and I said to Connie, “I want to see you.”
She lifted the cloth, smiling at me, and said, “Oh you do?”
My eyes locked onto hers, then shifted to her breasts and then back to her green eyes. I raised my knees so that she could lean back on them. I was like a lounge chair made out of flesh. I could feel her long red hair on my legs as she tilted her head back. The pressure on my dick was sublime. and as she rocked her hips, I could feel my orgasm approaching.
Then she stopped. Froze for a moment, and then lifted herself off of me.
“How did you take Angela that first time?”
“In her kitchen, after I had been with you?”
“Yes.”
I told her and she stood by the sink, placed her hands on the counter, bending over. Her ass jutted out towards me and I could see her opening, where my dick had just been.
Again, she helped guide me in, and once in place, we began to grind against each other with abandon. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her towards me as I thrust deep inside her. I wasn’t going to last long, but I didn’t care. I had wanted this all day, all summer. I wanted to come inside her womb, flood her with every last ounce of my passion, my lust, my love. And soon, very soon, the moment arrived, and with each thrust, I emptied every ounce of my emotions, my desires, my essence into her welcoming body.
It was obvious that I was spent, but Connie whimpered, “Baby, I’m not there yet.” I pulled out, my cock still fairly ridged, and slid it against her slit. The shaft of my penis grazed her clitoris and I kept sliding back and forth until she was shaking. My hands on her hips were no longer holding us together, they were keeping her from falling.
I leaned gently against her back. We were both covered in perspiration, both gasping for air. I cupped her breasts with my hands, her nipples like stones against my palms.
“Don’t let go,” she said. “Don’t ever let me go.”
We stayed like that until our bodies began to cool, and I felt like my legs were soon going to cramp up on me. I stood up, pulling her with me. We turned to face each other, both of us smiling, our eyes locked on each other.
“This is very special, isn’t it?” Connie asked me.
I agreed.
“Then the next time you are tempted to fuck it up, don’t.”
Easier said than done, I thought, but I agreed with this as well.
“I guess we better go and find Angela,” she said, leading me down the hall toward the bedrooms. We found Angela, naked, lying face down on her bed.
“What can you say about that ass?” Connie asked. She didn’t wait for an answer, but dropped to the bed and started to caress the firm round ass of our friend.
“Looks a little pale, though, don’t you think?”
I just smiled.
Connie slapped Angela’s ass with significant force.
“Hey!” Angela cried.
“Just putting some color in your cheeks, babe,” Connie said.
Connie and I sat on either side of Angela and took turns swatting her. Connie’s blows were stronger than mine at first, but then I got into it, and you could see my handprint after one particularly forceful blow.
Angela cried out each time we struck her but made no move to stop us. That’s when I noticed that she was lying on her right arm and that her hand was between her legs. We stopped and watched Angela roll her ass, grinding against her hand. Connie began to caress her flesh, which was quite red now.
My dick started to stir and Connie noticed. She began to pull on Angela’s hips, trying to get her ass up in the air. I climbed between her legs, and once Angela realized what we were up to, raised her ass until I could slide my cock against her slit.
Like with Connie, I didn’t penetrate, but merely grazed her clitoris with my shaft. Soon Angela was on all fours and I was able to enter her vagina from behind. Connie slid underneath our friend, inserting herself between Angela and the mattress. The two women were kissing frantically as I pumped away for all I was worth.
I didn’t expect another orgasm, not this soon, but I was hard enough to deliver pleasure where it was desired and when Angela’s contractions subsided, I was content to collapse onto the bed beside the two girls.
Connie was cradling Angela like you would a child you were trying to console. “Do you want more, my darling?”
Angela replied with a smile and the word, “Yes.”
I was content to watch as Connie dominated her friend. She climbed on top of the slimmer woman, dangled her breasts in her friend’s face. Then lowered her body so that nipples could rub against nipples and I could see both women were highly aroused.
Then Connie began to kiss her way down Angela’s body. First the lips, then the nipples, then the stomach, and finally, that special place between Angela’s legs.
I pulled Connie’s hair back so that I could see her suck on Angela’s labia. She moved her head to one side without releasing her treasure, which allowed me to latch onto the other. Two mouths, two tongues, delivered maximum pleasure. Angela, rarely a noisy fuck, was making the most astounding sounds. Had Marion been home, she would be running to ensure all was well.
But there was no need for concern, no need for alarm. But there was just one small problem. I was still hard, with nowhere to go.
Angela felt me on her leg and said, “Keep that thing away from me!” It wasn’t revulsion, she was just so amped up from her climax that she couldn’t bear any more stimulation.
Connie took pity on me. Caressing my shaft she said, “But Angela, we can’t leave him like this.”
Angela sat up. “Don’t they make rings you can put on a guy’s dick so it can’t get soft?”
“He doesn’t need one of those.”
“But if we had one, couldn’t we save it for later?”
“That sounds cruel.”
“More cruel than slapping my ass?”
Connie made a ring with her thumb and index finger and tightened it around my cock.
“This is probably all the ring he needs.”
“Or maybe this,” Angela said, moving so that she could wrap her lips around my erection.
“So what’s better,” Connie asked me. “A blow job or a fuck.”
“A fuck,” I said without hesitation.
Angela let me fall from her mouth.
“Alright. You win. My nipples are still so hard they feel like they are going to explode, but if a fuck is what you want.” She plopped back on the bed, her legs slightly parted, looking like a virgin prepared to endure being ravished.
“Maybe a blow job isn’t such a bad idea,” Connie suggested.
“Come on, Timmy, just be gentle.”
“The name is Timothy,” I said, sliding between her legs.
“You children play nice,” Connie said. “I’m going to take a shower.”
Angela was so wet that I easily slid into place. She stroked my ass and said, “There’s dirt from the kitchen floor all over your ass!”
“We’ll take a shower.”
“And we’ll change these linens.”
I had been gentling sliding my cock in and out but now stopped.
“Don’t do that, Timothy.”
“What?”
“Don’t, for the love of god, stop.”
We picked up the pace and before long I could feel her climax. I wasn’t quite there yet and began to fear I would be left wanting more. But she could tell I was still hard, and rocked her hips, delivering smaller spasms of bliss to herself, until finally, I collapsed on her chest panting. After being with Connie in the kitchen so recently, there wasn’t much volume in my release. But it felt so sweet nonetheless.
Late the next morning Marion came home to find the three of us in the kitchen making brunch. We were dressed in t-shirts and hoped she wouldn’t notice that that was all we were wearing.
“I’m starving,” Marion said.
“We’ll fix you a plate,” Angela said.
“I’m way overdressed,” her mother replied and she disappeared down the hall. She returned shortly sporting a t-shirt herself. “When in Rome,” she said.
I could tell she had no bra under that shirt. She was small-breasted like Angela and shared her daughter's provocative nipples.
We sat at the kitchen table while Marion told us about her movie. “I don’t want to give anything away, but it’s the only Tarantino film I’ve really liked. I mean it was the best movie I’ve seen in years. I’ve already downloaded the soundtrack.”
I accidentally dropped my fork and bent down to pick it up off the floor. Without even thinking, I glanced at Marion under the table and saw she was wearing nothing at all under that t-shirt. And not only that, Angela’s mother believed in shaving. There was no hair to be seen anywhere, and trust me, had there been, I would have seen it.
“Get yourself a clean one babe,” Angela said.
I didn’t trust myself to stand up. I couldn’t get the image of Marion’s bald pussy out of my head. I glanced her way, and the slight smile on her face seemed to ask, “Did you see anything you liked?”
“I’m done with mine,” Connie said and licked her fork clean.
I smiled and used it to finish my eggs.
“So what are your plans for today?” Marion asked.
“Connie’s folks are out of town, so we thought we’d go skinny dipping in her parent’s pool.”
“It’s quite private,” Connie added. And then she asked if Marion would care to join us.
It was all I could do to keep from choking on my food.
“I don’t think Angela would approve,” Marion said with a laugh.
“Mom, you are welcome to come with us.”
“Seriously? Would you mind if I brought a friend?”
“You would have to drive,” Angela said. “There’s no way we can put five adults in my Prius.”
“Not comfortably,” I added.
“No, I would want to drive anyway. Let me call Moira.”
As soon as she left the room I whispered to the girls that I wasn’t sure this was such a good idea. I also mentioned that Marion was naked under her t-shirt.
“So are we,” Connie replied.
“Did you know your mother shaves her pubic hair?”
Angela’s eyes went wide. “When you dropped your fork?”
I just nodded my head.
“It took some persuading, but Moira will be here shortly. Can I help you clean up?”
“No, Mom. We’ve got this.”
Marion left to get dressed.
“Do you think she and Moira are?”Connie asked.
“I’ve often wondered that, but I’ve never asked.”
Marion came back into the room wearing a skimpy bikini. Why can’t all women over 45 look this good? was the first thought in my head. “I’ve got a wrap and a blouse to go over this.”
I began to wonder if she missed the part about skinny dipping.
Moira arrived wearing an outfit not unlike Marion’s. As soon as she looked at Angela and Connie, who had donned t-shirts over bikinis, a look of grave concern covered her face.
“I’m sorry, Marion, but I can’t go skinny dipping with these girls.”
“Why on earth not?”
“Look at me!”
I wouldn’t go so far as to say Moira looked her age, which I assumed was well north of 40, but she was not tall, not thin and while I wouldn’t say she was fat, she was a big woman.
“Moira, you are probably the most fit person in this room. She runs, plays tennis and when we play golf, she refuses to rent a cart and it’s all I can do to keep up with her.”
Moira kept glancing at Connie, and I had no trouble understanding her feeling a bit insecure. Connie saw it too and spoke up immediately.
“Moira, would you come with me a minute?”
Connie led her down the hall to Angela’s bedroom. They were gone for several minutes and the three of us just stared at each other. When the two women returned, Moira was all smiles. She was wearing one of Connie’s t-shirts with no bra underneath. Connie had obviously abandoned her bikini top as well.
Marion looked at the two of them and smiled. “I can see you two are going to be friends.”
On the way up to Temecula, on the 15, by the way, Connie explained. “I told her I thought she looked very fit, and she said she was nothing compared to me. So I took off my t-shirt and my bikini top. Now my boobs don’t exactly sag, they’re not that huge. But you both know the difference when I don’t wear a bra. Christ, Marion spotted it when we were trying on clothes. I got her to take her top off and ditch her bra and we compared boobs. Her’s are about the same size as mine and without support, we look very much the same.”
“And that’s all it took?”
“I did give her a kiss.”
“You didn’t?” Angela asked, gripping the steering wheel.
“Yes, and I am almost 100% sure that she and Marion are lovers.”
“I can’t do this.”
“Do what?”
“Have an orgy with my mother!”
“Who said anything about an orgy? We’re just going to be naked like we were yesterday at the beach.”
“But Timmy here is going to be walking around with a perpetual boner the whole time!”
“His name is Timothy and he’ll be fine, won’t you babe?”
I didn’t say a word.
When the five of us were in Connie’s living room, she explained that no one could see us when we were in the pool, or sitting on the furniture near the deep end. But the patio space right outside the house was visible from the neighbors' second story, so we needed to be covered whenever we entered or left the house.
“The neighbors know my parents, ladies, don’t let your towels slip in the slightest if you need to come inside to pee!”
I helped Connie carry snacks and drinks to a table in the safe part of the backyard. Moira was the first one naked and dove into the pool.
“God, this feels wonderful.”
“Soto Voce,” Connie said softly. “The neighbors might not be able to see us, but they can hear us.”
“This feels wonderful,” Moira repeated in a whisper. She was floating on her back and we could see that, unlike Marion, she had pubic hair. Neatly trimmed in the shape of a heart.
“Angela, dear,” Marion said. “I do have something I need to tell you.”
“If it’s about where you shave, Timothy already let that cat, pun intended, out of the bag.”
Marion smiled. “I was pretty sure he got an eyeful.” She quickly stripped and joined her friend in the pool.
“So, are you ready for this?” Angela whispered to me. Not going to embarrass us?”
“I hope not.”
I quickly stripped down and dove into the pool. The water was far warmer than the ocean had been, but still cool enough to have the desired effect on my manhood. I may not come out of the pool looking like a 12-year-old, but there would be very little of my penis on display.
In the pool, Moira swam near to me and said softly, “Marion tells me you three have formed a throuple.”
“A what?”
“That’s what they call it when three people are in a serious relationship with each other. Two people form a couple, three makes it a throuple. It’s a real term, you can Google it. The more common expression is triad. A little easier on the tongue, maybe.
I smiled and said, “I hadn’t thought much about what to call it. Lately, I’ve come to think of us as a trio, you know like Soprano, Alto, and bass. But mostly, I’ve been confused.”
“A boy with one too many girls?”
“Something like that. But then Angela and Connie sort of discovered each other.”
“And did that complicate things?”
“No, just the opposite. The two of them together makes the whole thing make sense. It’s what makes it work.”
It’s impossible for me to think about the girls without getting aroused. Angela claims I have an automatic hard-on if I just think about Connie, but it’s the both of them, singular or together. And here in the pool, despite the cool water, I was having my typical reaction and Moira didn’t miss it.
We were waist-deep in the water, and I could see Moira was checking me out.
Connie swam over and put an arm around me. “We don’t share,” she said with a smile.
“That’s lovely,” Moira said. “But you don’t have to worry, Marion and I don’t do dick.”
Connie’s laugh could be heard for miles.
Angela and Marion soon joined us. “What’s so funny?”
“I just explained rather crudely that you and I have no use for men when it comes to sex.”
Angela turned bright red.
“What?” Marion asked. “You’ve been fooling around with girls since you were in middle school.”
“But you’re my mother!”
“Deal with it, darling. Think of all the drama you’ve put me through over the years.” She embraced Moira and they began to kiss. The whole while, though, Moira was looking at my dick.
“For ladies who don’t do dick,” Connie said. “You were sure excited about seeing that movie last night.”
“There’s an exception to everything,” Moira said with a laugh.
“There’s an old expression,” Marion said, “I wouldn’t mind letting Brad Pitt park his shoes under my bed!”
The two older women laughed. “And Leo can go down on me anytime,” Moira added.
“Maybe we need to keep Timothy away from you two,” Connie said. “Moira has been checking him out.”
“He is a handsome young man,” Moira said, once again looking at my dick through the water.
“You have nothing to fear from me, girls,” Marion said. “I’ve known him since he was twelve. It would be too weird.”
“But would it?” Moira asked and they laughed again. Connie and Angela seemed less amused.
“So how does that make you feel, Timmy,” Angela asked. “My mother and her lesbian lover think you’re cute.”
That just made the women laugh harder until Moira pointed at my now erect penis and said, “At least a part of him approves.”
Connie threw her arms around me and pressed her body against my erection. “Remember what I said about not fucking up?”
Angela embraced me from behind. “His dick has a short memory,” she said, wrapping a hand around it.
“Moira,” I heard Marion say, “It’s not polite to stare.”
“But the three of them are so adorable”
“Nice try,” Angela said. “But we are not going to let you watch.” And with that, the three of us exited the pool, wrapped ourselves in towels, and headed into the house.
You could see the pool from Connie’s bedroom and we stood together watching Moira go down on Angela’s mother.
“Ange, you need to see this,” Connie said.
“I’m not watching my mother have sex.”
“But she looks beautiful. And Moira really knows how to use her tongue.”
Angela flopped onto the bed. “Maybe I can get her to come in here when she’s done.”
“Someone is pouting, Timothy. What should we do about that?”
“We can’t smack her ass because she is laying on it.”
Connie grasped my dick and led me to the bed. “Look at this Angela.” She was holding my erection with two fingers, pressing it down and then letting it bounce up. “Here we have something that they don’t, and maybe we should take advantage of that.”
“I think he was hoping we would let them watch.”
“I think he just got harder from you saying that.”
“Timmy,” Angela said and I made a face at her. “Timmy,” she said again for effect, “I’m beginning to think you are a bit of a pervert. Or at least an exhibitionist.”
“You might be right, Angela. He just got harder still.”
“In all the years I’ve known you, Timothy,” she dragged the syllables of my name out so they were distinct: Tim-Oh-Thee, “I’ve never seen you masturbate.”
“I’m sure he’s done it,” Connie said.
“They all do. But let’s have him do it for us.”
“That’s not going to happen,” I said. And when I said it, I think I meant it.
“Why don’t you look out the window again and see what my mother is up to now? Describe it to us.”
“She’s on a lounge chair, on her back.”
“And?”
“Moira is kissing her. She has a hand between your mother’s legs and she dry humping your mother’s thigh.”
“Now look here.”
I turned to see Connie doing the same things to Angela.
Connie’s ass was toward me and I was about head for it dick first when Angela said, “Stay where you are!”
I glanced at the girls in the room, then turned to the women outside, and my dick throbbed.
“What’s Moira doing now.”
“She’s doing down on Marion again and she’s fingering herself at the same time.”
I turned to see Connie doing the same thing. It was checkmate. I started to stroke my dick while the girls turned to watch. I took a step toward them but was again told to keep my distance.
Connie began to rub her hand between Angela’s legs, and Angela returned the favor. The sight of my two loves pleasuring each other soon got the best of me and I began to cum. The first blast landed just short of the bed, the second hit Connie as she was coming toward me, and the third happened after she had wrapped her mouth around my erection.
Angela chided her for giving in. “I wanted to see him standing there with his dick in his hand once he had no more to give.”
“You are hard on him.”
“Says the girl who beat my ass until it was black and blue”
“I’ve seen your ass today and there isn’t a mark on it. We just made it a rosy red.”
“Sounds like fun.” That was Moira standing in our doorway. Connie still had a hand on my dick and there was jiz on her breasts and the floor.
“We’d like to take you kids out to dinner,” Marion said. They were both wearing towels and clearly enjoying the view.
“That would be great,” Connie said, still holding my rapidly shrinking dick. “Any place in particular?”
“We heard there was a great seafood restaurant not far from here.”
“You probably mean the Blue Water Grill, over near the mall.” There was still some jiz dribbling from my penis and Connie paused to catch it in her mouth.
Moira laughed and said, “We’re going to shower and get dressed. Anytime you kids are ready, let us know.”
Dinner was pleasant. No one who saw us could have imagined the scene in Connie’s bedroom or in the backyard by the pool. Talk turned to our plans for the fall and the three of us agreed that Connie would take the lead on finding us an apartment near campus. Living in La Mesa, it would be easy for her to scout the situation.
“It’s not that you’re not welcome to stay with me,” Marion said, “but I’m sure the three of you will be more comfortable in your own place.”
Moira and Marion headed to La Mesa from the restaurant. We went back to Connie’s to drop her off before we made our way to Escondido.
“Can’t you guys stay the night?” Connie asked.
“I have to be in Chula Vista early tomorrow, sweetie. I really need to get home.”
Connie put her arms around me. “What about you?”
“Bedpan duty. Crack of dawn.”
“I don’t know how you do that,” Connie said.
“Neither do I,” I replied. “I treat it like an out-of-body experience, pretend it’s not really me dumping pans, wiping asses.”
“You’re going to make me puke,” Angela said.
In the car on the way to my mother’s condo, Angela said, “I can’t believe my mother.”
“She’s not that old,” I said.
“Yes, but it felt like she was throwing it in my face.”
“I think she enjoyed being with us. The three of us. And you have to admit Moira is fun.”
“I don’t care what she said to Connie, that woman would jump your bones in a minute.”
“I’m no Brad Pitt.”
“Give me that Cary Grant smile.”
I did my best to oblige.
“Is your mother home? Any chance I can come up for a quick fuck before I go home?”
“Mom won’t care.”
“And she probably won’t want to watch.”
“Probably.”