“Relax,” Paul said as the waitress brought him another beer and another lemonade for me. “There’s no reason to be nervous, bud; she’s just the one who got away.”
When I last saw Kimberly Crane, we didn’t part on the best of terms. I told her that I loved her, and she told me that she couldn’t be with me as long as Tommy Rodz existed. I was so stupid that I didn’t stop doing porn for a living. I could have been with the woman I loved, but I didn’t want to give up a career that satisfied all of my perverted delights.
She said I was being selfish. I told her the same. When I dropped her off at LAX, she flew back to Michigan to marry a safe man, while I drove back to the Valley, back to my world of money and endless sex. I was happy. I was living a life most men would kill to lead. I did my best to ignore the feeling that something was missing.
Paul tried to keep my mind off of her by talking about our senior year in high school. It started off awesome. There were parties. Kimberly threw a cheerleader gangbang, where the first sixteen-year-old junior to make me cum would be next year’s cheer captain. He brought up that on New Year’s Eve the two of us fucked the Ebersol twins while “Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve” played on the television.
Nineteen eighty-seven started out great. I got my early acceptance into U of M pre-law. To my delight, Ernie was upset that I got my acceptance before him. He actually threw a tantrum in the guidance counselor’s office. He got suspended for calling Mrs. Sweeny a cunt, which resulted in his mom grounding him for two months. However, the best thing that happened in January was that my dad’s trial was finally over and he was found guilty by a jury of his peers. While he wouldn’t be sentenced until April, my family felt a wave of relief as we walked out of the courthouse.
After that, the Mitchell family’s situation began to improve, except for my Uncle Jason’s persistent calls to sell the house to fund my father’s appeal. I’m pretty sure my mom could’ve set a world record for all the times she told him to “fuck off.” The other big news was that my mom got promoted at work and was able to quit her second job at Perry Drugs.
However, the happiness did not last long. Actually, that statement is a complete understatement; on February 17th of that year, my life as I knew it was over. That’s the day my mom died. It’s a day that’ll be etched in my mind forever. It was a Tuesday, and the second day of winter break. To make it even better, I didn’t have to work. My only plan was to fuck Kimberly after she got home from her job at the mall. I was still in bed, half asleep, when my mom opened my door to tell me she’d be home around five. We didn’t tell each other we loved each other; based on our special relationship, we didn’t need to.
Unlike books or movies, there was no foreshadowing that she was going to die. She wasn’t battling a disease, nor was there anyone who posed a threat to her. One second she was talking to a coworker, and the next second she collapsed and died from a brain aneurysm at the age of forty-three. Until that happened, it was just a normal day. When she died at 3:10 in the afternoon, she was doing normal things. She was working, drinking coffee, and talking to her work friends. Everything was normal until it wasn’t.
After jerking off while I showered, I walked into the living room around 11:00 in the morning, where my fifteen-year-old sister, Annie, was sitting on the couch. “What’s up?” I asked as I sat down next to her.
“Waiting for Julie to pick me up and go to Bonaventure,” she said.
“I thought we were going to go to Livonia Mall to see the Madonna exhibit?” I asked in a disappointed tone.
“I’d rather go rollerskating,” she said smugly. “Plus, Mom said she’d take me tomorrow.”
“I have to work tomorrow,” I said while pretending to cry.
“There’s nothing stopping you from going today, you big crybaby,” she said, laughing.
“You little snot,” I said, chuckling. “I’ll have more fun without you.”
“Doubt it,” she said. “You know you could go rollerskating with us.”
“I’ll pass,” I replied. “Your friend Julie creeps me out.”
“That’s because she’s in love with you,” Annie said, laughing.
That was probably true. But Jenny was plain weird. Shortly after she turned sixteen, she started stalking me, placing love letters in my locker, following me everywhere, and making minor threats to harm herself if I didn’t dump Kimberly. I’m pretty sure that the only reason she was friends with my little sister was to get closer to me.
“You’re going to marry her,” Annie said while laughing loudly.
“Not in this lifetime,” I replied as I turned up the volume of the TV.
Annie knew that meant I didn’t want to talk anymore. So we sat in silence as we watched a rerun of “Green Acres” on Channel 20. I was pretty sure I’d seen every episode a hundred or so times, but for some reason the hick humor cracked both of us up. Just as the end credits started rolling, Jenny pulled her mom’s car into our driveway. As my sister put her coat on, I said, “If she asks if I’m home, tell her I’m not.”
“You’re funny,” she said as she walked out the door.
After she was long gone, I went to my room to grab a porno tape that Paul had loaned me. It was called “High School Harlots” and was directed by Gary Graver under the name of Robert McCallum. To the general public, he was known for being Orson Welles’ cinematographer and director of a number of B horror films like “Trick or Treats.” Back in 1987 I didn’t know any of that. The only thing I knew is that it starred Kelsey Lynn. She was a petite blonde who looked wonderful as she sucked and fucked. I grabbed my large, thick penis and stroked as she took on Eric Edwards’ cock. As cum shot out of my dick, I had no idea that in August she would be the one who took my onscreen virginity in my first film.
I then cleaned up after myself, took another shower, and afterwards ate lunch while watching TV. Around one o’clock I was bored. So I drove to the Classic Movie and Comic Center to pick up the tenth issue of “Miracleman.” I then decided to drive across the street to Livonia Mall for the Madonna exhibit.
The radio ads on 96.3 made it seem like it was a traveling museum for her actual wardrobe; it wasn’t. It was a collection of Madonna-inspired clothes that you could buy at individual stores throughout the mall. As I walked through the selection, I could see girls crying to their annoyed moms about buying them the outfits that would make them look like their favorite pop star. As I walked past them laughing on the inside, I heard two female voices loudly say, “Hey Tommy.”
I turned around and saw Marie and Ginny, two girls I worked with at K-Mart. Both were nineteen years old, roommates, and attended Schoolcraft College. Marie was a beautiful Filipino girl who started working at the store a little over a year ago and had recently been promoted to cashier supervisor. She had an incredible smile and a calm demeanor. No matter how rude a customer was, she had the power to quickly defuse the situation and make irate customers feel heard even if their complaints weren’t answered. She might’ve been one of the nicest people I’d ever met.
Marie was also incredibly sexy. She had honey skin, long brown hair, and brown eyes, weighed around 85 lbs, and stood around 5’0. She usually dressed modestly, which hid her tight 34B-22-32 figure. The day she started, Howie Dean thought she was gorgeous and called dibs. Every time he asked her out, she said she only dated Filipino or Black men. Howie was neither, but that didn’t deter him. He figured he’d eventually wear her down, and ultimately she’d succumb. It was pretty obvious why he was constantly single.
Ginny started at K-Mart during the holidays and worked as a cashier. Within her first month, she was named “Employee of the Month.” She was also very quiet and didn’t like making small talk. However, this did not deter the male employees from attempting to flirt with the most attractive (and only) redhead employed at our establishment. If you asked me, her bright blue eyes were her most beautiful feature; others would say this 5’4, 110 lb beauty has a gorgeous ass, and some would say her 32A-34-24 figure was flawless.
“Hey Ginny and Marie,” I said as I turned around to greet them. “What are you up to?”
“To buy some slutty clothes for our party on Friday,” Marie said jokingly.
“She’s only half joking,” Ginny quickly responded.
“We are having a party, and we’re both dressing sexy,” Marie said while still laughing.
“Is anyone from work going to be there?” I asked.
“Gross,” Ginny responded.
“Why gross?” I asked in a confused tone.
Marie replied, “That we like to keep our work life separate from our personal lives.”
“I respect that,” I replied.
“If you don’t tell anyone, maybe we’ll invite you,” Ginny said.
“Specifically, don’t tell Howie Dean,” Marie said. “He knows where we live because one day he followed me home.”
“That’s not cool,” I emphatically stated.
“It’s gross,” Ginny said. “Just like all of the guys who work at K-Mart.”
After a long awkward pause, she said, “Present company excluded.”
“What are you doing here?” Marie asked. “Because it doesn’t look like you’re doing any shopping.”
“I came here to see this Madonna ripoff,” I said.
“You don’t look like the average Madonna wannabe,” Ginny said sarcastically.
“You’re right,” I replied. “I’m sexier.”
Immediately, the two of them started cracking up and then whispering in each other’s ears. Occasionally, they would stare at me during their private conversations. After that ended, Marie walked over to me and whispered, “You want to come over to our place and get high?”
Here’s an important thing about me: unlike many of my friends, I didn’t drink. However, I did get drunk once shortly after my seventeenth birthday. I came home to a spinning house and vomited on the floor and in the toilet. I could see myself enjoying drinking, but I knew there was a price. I didn’t want to end up like my father, a man who threw his life away by giving into his addictions.
But at this point, I was a seventeen-year-old boy. While I was popular with the girls at school, I also felt like an imposter. I still felt like the once chubby kid that no one noticed, and every night I feared waking up to find that everything after Gary Mertz pulled my pants down in public speaking class had been nothing more than an elongated wet dream.
I stood staring at Marie, contemplating her and Ginny’s invitation. I really wanted to go and hang out with them, but I also didn’t want them to think I was a loser if I refused to do drugs. I wasn’t a square. I had been around many people who did drugs. Kimberly occasionally snorted coke, as did Paul and several of our mutual friends. They would also smoke weed; I would watch them do it, but I would never partake. I did, however, get a contact buzz from smelling it while they smoked.
“So are you coming or not?” Marie said as she grabbed me by the hand.
“Sure,” I replied.
“Goodie,” Marie and Ginny said in unison.
As Ginny grabbed my other hand, we started walking out of the mall. As we neared the exit, I asked, “Do you want me to follow you in my car?”
“Don’t be silly,” Ginny replied. “If you ride with us, you won’t get lost.”
“I’ll drive you back here before five,” Marie said. “I have dinner with my family every Tuesday; I don’t want to miss that.”
We exited the mall and walked straight to Marie’s 1983 Ford Escort. They sat in the front, while I was in the back. They were comfortably enjoying themselves, while I felt like a six-foot sardine. We made the 2.2-mile drive to the Franklin Square Apartments. As we walked into their first-floor unit, I was greeted with a blast of heat.
“Why’s it so hot?” I asked as we all took off our winter jackets.
“So we can walk around naked without getting a cold,” Marie said with a hint of sarcasm.
I laughed at that as Ginny handed her blue coat to Marie, who put it in the closet. I then handed mine to Marie and placed it there as well before closing the door. I couldn’t help but check out their beautiful asses that were imprisoned in tight Jordache jeans. I quickly averted my eyes before they burned a hole in their butts. Ginny then turned down the thermostat. As she did, she said, “She’s partially joking. Since we don’t have to pay utilities, we tend to get a little crazy with the temperatures.”
“She’s lying,” Ginny replied. “We don’t get crazy; we get freaky.”
My jaw metaphorically hit the floor as Marie kissed me on the cheek before asking, “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Do you have pop?” I asked.
“Let me check,” Marie replied.
Ginny and I made some small talk as Marie walked out of the kitchen with a can of 7-Up. After a few more minutes of chit-chat, they excused themselves and went into their individual rooms to change into something more comfortable. They left me alone in the living room. I looked at the pictures on the wall and on the bookshelf. You can learn a lot about people doing that, especially the ones you don’t know very well. Case in point, in the few months I worked with Ginny, she never mentioned that she won Ms. Redford in 1986 or that Marie was in plays when she was in high school a couple of years back. While I looked at pictures of Ginny and her family at Disney World, she walked back into the room carrying a bong while wearing white gym shorts and a blue Ocean Pacific T-shirt.
“Prepare to have your mind blown,” she said as she moved past me and started packing the bong after sitting on the couch.
I was terrified of getting high and losing control. While I’ve watched friends smoke, my mind raced back to anti-drug movies they showed in school. With titles like “Users are Losers” and “Drugs, Drinking, and Driving,” it was easy to agree with Nancy Reagan and just say no. However, I wanted to look cool, and to do that I would have to say yes.
She then threw a Ziploc bag full of weed at me and said, “Smell this.”
I caught the bag and quickly opened it. As I inhaled the pungent odor, I wanted to puke. It was disgusting, but I gave her a thumbs up and said, “Smells delicious.” The second those words escaped from my mouth, I knew that I had said something stupid. And from the look on Ginny’s face, she correctly confirmed my hunch.
After throwing the bag back at her, she smiled as she asked, “Have you ever gotten high before?”
“No,” I replied as my face turned red from embarrassment.
“No need to be embarrassed about it,” she said. “We’re all virgins at some point.”
“Who’s a virgin?” Marie asked as she walked back into the living room wearing a red tank top and jean shorts.
“Tommy,” Ginny said as Marie sat down next to her on the couch.
“He’s not a virgin,” Marie said as she lit the bong. “I heard he fucked big-tit Lisa in the stockroom.”
“He’s a virgin because he’s never smoked marijuana,” she said before taking a big hit. “And it wasn’t big-tit Lisa; it was the goth girl who works in shoes.”
“You mean Priscilla?” Marie said as Ginny handed her the bong. “But it was behind the store, not in the stockroom.”
“So which one’s true?” Ginny asked as Marie took a hit.
“Both of them,” I said proudly.
“You slut,” Marie said as she handed me the bong and a lighter. “Isn’t Lisa also fucking Rich from electronics?”
As I lit the bowl and started smoking, Ginny remarked, “Gross, he looks like a rat.”
Immediately I started coughing and exhaling. As I continued sounding like an old man with constant bronchitis, Ginny said, “Don’t die; let me show you how to do it.”
She walked over and sat on the floor next to me and grabbed the bong. She inhaled small hits from it and held it for a minute before exhaling. Ginny then handed it back to me as she said, “Try it now.”
I mimicked her as I took another toke. I was able to hold it without dying, even though my lungs were on fire. At least this hit didn’t end in a terrible coughing fit. As I handed the bong back to Ginny, Marie said, “Rich does look like a rat.”
We continued talking and smoking. The smell of weed filled their apartment. Marie told me about Lisa’s husband kicking Rich’s ass because he found that she was fucking around with him. I laughed as I said, “I’m glad it wasn’t me.”
“Nah,” Marie said, laughing. “You’re a babyface. He’d never believe that she’d fuck you.”
“I don’t know if that’s a compliment,” I said.
“You’re a cutie,” Marie said as she handed the bong back to me. “Rich, on the other hand, looks like he’s constantly going through a breakup.”
“That’s because he has a small penis,” I said.
The girls immediately started laughing hysterically. As soon as they composed themselves, Ginny asked, “How in the fuck do you know that?”
“Lisa told me,” I said.
“I can verify that,” Ginny said as she continued laughing. “I gave him a blowjob for stealing some Journey records for me.”
“Gross,” I replied.
“What’s gross?” Ginny asked.
“That you like Journey,” I said with a straight face.
She started laughing as she said, “When did you get so funny?”
“The second I started getting high,” I replied.
“You’ll do anything for records,” Marie said to Ginny as she laughed at my joke.
“Except pay for them,” Ginny said, laughing.
“Because enquiring minds want to know, how small is his dick?” Marie asked Ginny.
“No more than four inches,” Ginny said as she continued laughing. “Tommy, what did Lisa’s tits look like?”
“Droopy,” I replied.
The girls started laughing even harder as Marie said, “They’re meant for each other.”
“I’m glad I don’t have big boobs,” Ginny said.
“Me too,” Marie replied.
“Why not?” I asked.
They looked at each other and laughed louder before flashing me. After they pulled their shirts back down, Ginny adamantly said, “Because small boobs don’t sag.”
By this point, I no longer felt tethered to gravity. I had reached a state of euphoria where everything felt better. It was like every cell in my body was truly alive. I could see faces in the wallpaper come to life and appear to be waving at me. The apocalypse could be happening, and I wouldn’t care because I had achieved next-level happiness. Suddenly I was brought out of my own dimension by the girls asking, “Tommy, Tommy, are you still with us?”
“Yes,” I replied, a permanent smile spreading across my face.
“Do you like getting high?” Marie asked.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I don’t ever want to feel low again.”
Ginny then said, “I can make that happen.” She then packed more weed into the bowl and once again handed it to me, along with a lighter.
As I took another hit, my brain started feeling like popping paper, you know, the kind that would go in moving boxes. My sisters and I would play with that when we were little. I can’t stress how good I felt as I once again escaped to the world of my inner mind. This visit would be short-lived as Maria knelt beside me, holding a cassette tape as she said, “You know what’ll make the moment feel even better?”
“What?” I replied.
“House music,” she said before walking over to the stereo and putting the cassette into the deck.
When she hit play, I took another hit. The mixes of Derrick May, Juan Atkins, and Kevin Saunderson, the fathers of Detroit techno, made my brain scream and my body move. I was pretty sure my legs weren’t working, no matter how desperately I wanted to stand up and start dancing. Marie was shaking her tiny butt, along with the rest of her body, to the beat of the music. She walked over to me, grabbed me by the hands, and helped me up. She could tell that I was having trouble standing, so she held onto me as she said, “Let’s dance.”
The tighter she held me, the harder my dick got. Marie smiled as she felt it jab her stomach. Her lips touched mine, and our tongues began to play with each other. I turned my face toward Ginny and noticed that she had moved her gym shorts to the side and was fingering her pussy. Marie watched me looking at her roommate before saying, “Getting high gets us horny. Are you horny?”
“Yes,” I stuttered.
“I can tell,” she said as she let go of me and I dropped to the floor. She then walked back to the couch, turned her backside toward me, and slid her jean shorts and panties onto the floor before rejoining Ginny on the couch and starting to play with her shaven pussy.
Ginny then put her legs up in the air and slid her shorts off. The red pubic hair surrounding her cunt looked enchanting and inviting. The two of them sat closer and started masturbating each other. I sat there watching them as they started kissing. I didn’t know what to do. Should I walk over and join them? Did they want me to join them? Could I even stand up on my own, or was I destined to sit here for the rest of my life and remain an inactive observer?
I tried to stand up, but it was obvious to me that my legs had forgotten how to work. After a few more attempts at standing, I gave up. While watching them make each other cum, I decided I’d make my way toward them by doing something I hadn’t done since I was a toddler: I’d crawl. I got on all fours and started moving in their direction. They laughed as they spread their legs for me and Ginny. “Come here, boy, come here; we have delicious treats for you.”
It felt like it took hours to get from where I was sitting on the floor to the couch, but in reality it was a few seconds. Once I got to my destination, I used all my willpower to kneel between the two girls and inserted my left index finger into Marie’s hairless pussy and my right one into Ginny’s furry muff. As I rubbed their individual clits, I quickly made them cum. I then got between Marie’s legs and head-dived into her twat. Every time my tongue touched her clit, she started shaking. Several minutes later I removed my mouth and easily inserted three fingers into her wet, willing cunt while one of my right fingers played with her clit. A now fully naked Ginny was frantically finger-fucking herself in anticipation of what was about to happen next. Marie started quivering as I increased the speed of massaging her special spot. Suddenly her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she squirted all over mine.
After Ginny ran to the bathroom to get me a towel to clean my face, it was her turn. She had a really pretty pussy with big labia. Before putting my face into her muff, I took a whiff of her red pubic hair. It was probably the drugs, but I swear they smelled like roses. Her vagina was pretty wet by the time I started eating her out. Every time I licked her, she came. I couldn’t believe how sensitive she was down there, but I enjoyed listening to her cum numerous times.
“You definitely have skills, Tommy Mitchell,” Marie said as she continued masturbating. “Do you want us to make you happy?”
“Yes, please,” I said as I tried standing up. For some reason, I still couldn’t stand. I started getting paranoid that I was going to be paralyzed for the rest of my life. While my dick was hard, I thought that if I was now an invalid, I might not ever be able to fuck again for the rest of my life. I couldn’t let that be my fate, so I used all my strength to pull myself onto the couch and sat between the girls.
Marie started kissing me as Ginny unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants and released the kraken, AKA my girthy, nearly thirteen and a half inch appendage. “Oh my god,” Ginny shrieked as she saw it in all its glory. “Marie, remind me to apologize to Priscilla tomorrow for calling her a liar.”
“You have a giant dick for a white boy,” Marie said in an astonished tone.
“His dick is bigger than most black boys’ too,” Ginny said, laughing.
Marie tried to wrap her hand around it but couldn’t get it all the way around. Ginny tried to do the same, but like her roommate, her hand was too small to get the job done. Marie then put her other hand above Ginny’s, and they started stroking. Their hands felt so good moving up and down my pecker. I could swear that I was no longer in my own body, that I was floating above and watching them pleasure me as if we were all in a porno.
Eventually, I fell back into my body and removed their hands from my privates, and then I concentrated and forced myself to stand up. The girls got on their knees and both spat on my unit before taking turns putting it in their respective mouths. Marie would stroke my raging hard-on and kiss it before putting it in, while Ginny would kiss the tip before swallowing it like a sword. Marie looked upset that her gag reflex prevented her from deep-throating it with ease.
Every time she tried, she’d start coughing as drool ran down her mouth and onto her lovely tits. When it was Ginny’s turn, she’d lick it before swallowing it whole. Marie was up next. This time Ginny kneeled behind her roommate and asked, “Don’t you love big dicks?”
“Yes,” Marie responded.
“Then show Tommy how much you love his cock,” Ginny said.
Marie started slurping and getting saliva all over my johnson. When her mouth was wide open, Ginny shoved her open hole onto my dick and held her from the back of her head, making sure it touched and tickled the back of her throat. When her redheaded roommate released her grip, Marie stared at my saliva-covered pecker as she said, “I did it,” before turning to Ginny and kissing her.
The two of them then took turns sucking me off. Ginny’s blue eyes looked so beautiful as she looked up at me, and Marie never lost her smile every time my dick stuffed her mouth. For several more minutes they proved they were experts at oral pleasure, but that came to a halt when Marie said, “Please fuck me.”
Ginny then instantly responded by saying, “Fuck me first.”
This, of course, turned into an argument. They were frantically debating why I should stick my dick into them first. It didn’t really matter to me because I lusted after both of them equally. I just wanted them to stop arguing, so I was inspired by the wisdom of King Solomon from the Old Testament. In 1 Kings 3:16-28—The Judgement of Solomon—two women appeared to him, each claiming the same baby. The good king ordered that the baby be cut in half, with each half going to the women. One agreed, while the other begged Solomon to not kill the child and give it to the other woman. He realized that the woman who’d rather give up the baby to save its life was the true mother and gave it to her. Now there was no chance in hell I was going to go into the kitchen, grab a knife, and cut it in half. Instead, I was going to do something sensible, pull up my pants, and tell them I was leaving. Which is exactly what I did.
By the grace of god I was finally able to stand. The second I buckled my belt, a confused look spread across the girls’ faces. They got on the couch and started masturbating while begging me not to leave. As I grabbed the bong and lit it before taking another hit, I watched Marie squirt while Ginny inserted four fingers into her happy place. I then turned my back to them and walked into the kitchen. Since I didn’t drive here, there was no way I was going to leave, and more importantly, there was no way I was going to leave without fucking them. After grabbing and finishing another can of 7-Up, I peeked my head back into the living room and saw Marie with her back supported by the left armrest and her legs spread and Ginny between them fucking her roommate’s cunt with her tongue. As she wiggled her pale ass, I could feel my still-hard cock begging me to free it from my dark brown corduroys and fuck her from behind.
I once again shed my clothes and placed them on the kitchen table. I quietly walked back into the living room, stroking my penis. Marie was moaning loudly as Ginny’s tongue was making her cum. As I got near the couch, the girls both faced me and smiled. I maneuvered myself behind Ginny and kneeled. She lowered her ass before I stuck my dick in her beautiful pussy. While slowly putting it in, she orgasmed. With each thrust, Ginny’s moans grew louder. She was so caught up in the pleasure I was bringing her she forgot about Marie, who, with a jealous look, sat there playing with herself.
After Ginny came, it was Marie’s turn. I sat on the couch. She climbed and perched her petite body and teased my penis with her hairless cunt. I begged and begged her to sit on it, but she continued teasing. It was probably some friendly payback for my getting dressed or fucking Ginny first. Heck, it was probably both. When she was finally done torturing me, she stood up and squatted back down as my penis slowly penetrated her pleasure zone. She was tighter than Ginny and looked like she was in pain by the time her vagina engulfed my manhood.
We passionately kissed as she started moving up and down my shaft. As my mouth moved down to her erect tiny nipples, sweat was swimming on her honey-colored skin. Ginny sat on the floor masturbating intently, watching us fuck. Marie started biting my neck as my thrusts speeded up. Her moans increased as she rode me like I was a wild stallion. Eventually she squirted all over my cock as she loudly came.
I then lay on the floor, and Ginny rode me in reverse cowgirl. Marie rubbed her roommate’s clit and made out with her. With my hands wrapped around her waist, she bounced like Peter Cottontail down the bunny. After Ginny climaxed, Marie tagged herself in. She faced me, and I placed my hands under her ass as we fucked. As we did that, Ginny tickled my balls while playing with Marie’s clit.
After a short blowjob break, we all got off the floor and walked into Marie’s bedroom. The girls got on their backs on the queen-sized bed and spread their legs. I took turns fucking both of them for a short while. We then got off the bed, and Ginny stood against the wall. I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around me. I held onto her butt, and we started making love as I carried her around the room.
It was then Marie’s turn. I bent her over the bed and fucked her as she ate Ginny’s pussy. For the next several minutes, my penis moved in and out of her stretched-out love muffin. I loved hearing the two of them cum in unison. That might be my favorite sound in the world. We then had a short intermission, which included another blowjob break. Marie then stood up against the wall. I moved over to her and raised her right leg before reinserting my dick. The speed of my thrusts rapidly increased. Marie could probably tell by my face that I was ready to explode because she said, “It’s okay to cum in me; I’m on the pill.” I moved faster before letting out a loud grunt as my penis exploded inside her. When I took my cock out, my seed started sliding out of her pussy and down her leg. Immediately Ginny started licking Marie’s leg and then moving up to her tunnel of love and making sure she cleaned all the cum off of her.
“Holy fuck, Tommy,” Marie said after kissing me. “You’re amazing.”
I blushed as Ginny started playing with my still-hard cock. She was pouting as she said, “I love cum too.”
I grabbed Ginny’s hand, helped her off the floor, and said, “Good thing I’m not finished.” We then walked over to the bed, where I bent her over. I quickly got behind her and started fucking. She immediately started cumming as I moved in and out of her at a frantic pace.
I’m pretty sure that by the sound of my grunts, my penis was once again ready to explode, because she then said, “I’m not on the pill.” Ginny then got on her knees and sucked me off. Marie knelt beside her as her roommate’s tongue and lips ravaged my rocket. She then removed it from her mouth and started stroking. Seconds later, my sperm shot all over her face and red hair.
After the girls cleaned themselves up, we lay on the bed talking and smoking weed before we eventually fucked again. As Marie’s digital clock moved closer to 5:30, she squealed, “Oh, fuck, I have to get to my parents for dinner. She then scrambled to get dressed. Ginny jerked me off as we watched her put on a modest dress.
As the precum spilled out of the tip of my penis, Ginny said, “It’s so sad that she has to masquerade as a virgin every time she sees her mommy and daddy.”
“Shut up,” Marie sneered as Ginny transitioned from handjob to blowjob. “You know my parents are strict. If they ever found out about all the things I do, they’d force me to move back home or disown me.”
Ginny removed her mouth from my unit to tell Marie, “My parents disowned me, and I turned out okay.”
“Your dad and stepmom disowned you for fucking your stepbrother,” Marie said, walking to the bathroom. “Your mom still fucking supports you.”
Before she continued blowing me, she said, “She’d kill to fuck my stepbrother.”
“Who, your mom or Marie?” I asked as she continued gobbling on my dick.
“Both,” she said, laughing.
I chuckled at her joke as she quickly stroked my cock before putting it back in her mouth.
A few minutes later, Marie walked into the room, looked at us, and said, “Tommy, if you still want a ride back to your car, I suggest you finish quickly.”
Ginny then used both of her hands to make me cum. I then got out of bed and walked to the kitchen to grab my clothes. While putting them on, a naked Ginny walked into the room and handed me three prerolled joints after kissing as Marie waited impatiently by the door.
During the short drive back, Marie said, “I think Ginny likes you.”
“What about you?” I asked.
“For as many times as you made me cum, I think I love you,” she said.
I blushed as we pulled into the Livonia Mall parking lot. Marie and I made out for a few minutes, but as I reached under her dress and panties, she quickly pulled away as she said, “God, I want you. Can I get a raincheck?”
“You betcha,” I said as I got out of the car.
“I was still too high to drive,” I thought to myself as I used my vehicle’s lighter to light one of the joints Ginny gave me. I took four puffs to keep the buzz going. After extinguishing it in the ashtray and putting the remainder of the joint in my pocket, I turned on WRIF and started driving home.
When I got there, I parked on the street; I saw Laurie’s car parked in the driveway instead of my mom’s. The shades were open, and I could see her and Annie crying. I started feeling sick to my stomach and opened the door to puke. No one had to tell me that my mom was dead. I could feel it. So I stayed in the car crying. I felt helpless and alone. I desperately didn’t want to go into the house and have Laurie confirm what I already knew.
Thirty minutes later, I tried to compose myself so I could walk inside. Holding back tears, I got out of the car and made the small journey to the door and opened it. Laurie got up off the couch and said, “Tommy, I have something horrible to tell you.”
We spent the rest of the night crying and telling stories about Mom. It was weird that the tears eventually turned to laughter as we remembered our mother at her best. At two in the morning, we all went to bed. I didn’t sleep because I knew that we’d have to drive to Grandma’s retirement home and tell her.
The next day we did just that.
She died three days later of a broken heart.
“Earth to Tommy,” Paul said as he brought me back to the present. “You still with us?”
“Sorry, my mind was a million miles away,” I said. “What were you talking about?”
Before he could say anything, Kimberly walked into the bar. Our eyes locked as we smiled at each other.
