by K T Morrison
“Five years ago. At school. She went to Kingston but she’d come up and see me and stay sometimes … hang out …”
“I dated her?”
With air quotes, she confirmed: “Dated.”
“What did she look like?”
She said, “I don’t know, Renny … like me, but with shorter, darker hair.”
Renny said, “Oh, I don’t think so, Natty. I think I’d remember that,” and he reached out and lay his hand on her thigh.
“Gross. Don’t,” she said, knocking his hand away.
He laughed as he withdrew his hand, saying, “Gross? Why?”
“That,” she said, pointing to what lay under the scarf.
Nelson said again, “What did Valerie tell you?”
“Nothing,” she said. Then to Renny, “Why? Why … What is going on here?” and she gestured to the bundled scarf.
Nelson sidled up against her, getting their thighs to touch while Renny laughed again and covered his face with both his hands. “Aw, oh boy,” he chuckled into them.
“Oh,” she said with a smile, getting an idea.
“What?” Nelson said to her.
“Pills?” she said to Renny.
“Yeah,” he agreed.
“What pills?” Nelson asked.
“Those girls,” she whispered to him.
Renny dropped his hands away and said, “Those girls, we were taking pills, they had an assortment …”
Nelson caught on. “Oh shit. A blue triangle?”
Renny said, “No, I would have recognized that—the other one, the other brand. Or who knows?—some Chinese knockoffs, and my heart is going to explode later.”
She said, “Holy shit. You know, that’s not funny. You should call the cops.”
“I’m not calling the cops, Natalie.”
He sat and stared at Frosty’s frozen face for a long moment and she and Nelson watched him. Finally, she said, “Well, do you feel okay?”
“Yeah, no, I feel good. I took some downers, too, though. It’s just my cock fucking aches—really bad,” he said, absently clutching the scarf against it.
“You’re okay? Should we take you to the hospital? I mean it …”
“No, I’m fine,” he said sullenly.
She turned to Nelson now. “When do you think it’s okay for me to laugh?”
As Nelson laughed Renny chuckled too, sighing, “Fucking Natalie. Laugh now, laugh all you want,” he said, then flashed her that huge erection again.
“Aw, gross, don’t,” she said, and fell against Nelson who cradled her.
“Don’t look at it,” he whispered.
“You pointed it out,” she reminded him, and she put an arm around his shoulder and kissed his neck.
To Renny, Nelson said, “Well, why don’t you settle in, think about baseball or something—want some of my track pants or something?”
Renny thought about it, then said, “Aw, no, I’m okay,” then waving at the TV said, “Put on Frosty, that will take my mind off it.”
She said to Nelson, “Yeah, that’s a good idea—why don’t you get Renny one of your bad ass eggnogs?”
“Yeah, hey Renny—eggnog?”
“Sure, buddy.”
“Hey Nelson,” she stopped him as he walked away hunched over like he had a stomach ache, “Me, too, eh?”
“Yeah, three stiff eggnogs coming up,” he said and darted back, her tilting her chin up to receive a quick kiss.
When he’d circled around behind the couch, heading to the kitchen, she said to Renny, “Those little bitches …”
He groaned and let his head fall back against the cushion.
She said, “Seriously, they could really fuck a person up with something like that. Kill them even.”
“I know. I took the pill, though.”
“You know what it was you took when you took it?”
“No.”
“You should think about calling the police.”
He rolled his eyes again and groaned, squeezed his thighs together.
“Does it hurt?”
“Just aches really bad. And I have the hardest erection in my whole life right now. Seriously,” he said, glancing behind the couch then moving the scarf away. “Touch it.”
She laughed and said, “No way, Renny,” but now she took another look at his size again.
He said, “Don’t be a nerd, Nat, I’m serious, I’m not asking you to stroke it—”
“Nope.”
“For science,” he said. “You’re an engineer—poke it because you won’t even believe how hard it is. Not for my sake, for yours—one touch and you’ll be on the darknet buying Chinese boner pills for Nelson.”
“Renny, I’m not going to poke or touch your dick … get real …”
“Fuck, Nat, I’m not perving out, I’m being serious—you only get five more seconds and I’m covering it up again.”
“Go ahead.”
“Five … four …”
“Renny …”
“Three … two …”
Her own heart raced now. His cock was absolutely huge and he tempted her with his hardness. Though she didn’t want to touch it, as the window closed on her opportunity her hand darted out without her approval—not just poking, but taking thumb and middle finger astride his erect width and compressing. Two things; one, his cock was about as wide as a deck of cards, and two, it really felt like steel with absolutely no give against her squeeze.
“Holy shit, Renny,” she said, “that’s not real.” Her hand darted back to her lap and she was profoundly ashamed of herself. A heat returned to her cheeks.
“That’s real, Nat,” he said and covered it again.
She said, “Is that really your dick in there?”
“What?” he laughed, turning his head to her. “Yeah.”
“You’re not fucking around?—that’s not some, like, dildo or something?”
“Crazy, huh?” he said. There was a click behind them, like the sound a knee would make if you turned the wrong way and she whipped around. Between the family room and the kitchen was a small arched vestibule, maybe only eight feet by ten, a place where someone might have sat with a phone back in the days of land lines. It was dark, the table lamp in there clicked off, the dimmed kitchen beyond the only light. Her heart pounded again at the thought that Nelson could have witnessed her doing something so stupid as she had just done.
CHAPTER 7
NELSON
N elson’s back flattened against the wall of the kitchen just to the side of the arched vestibule, his hand clutched over his wild and erratic heart. It looked like his sweet, smart Natalie touched Renny’s erection. At once he was filled with rage and fathomless sadness—and astounding, puzzling arousal. Something inside him provoked this; he’d pointed out Renny’s bulge, he’d lurked in the shadows of the vestibule to hear what Nat would say when he was out of the room …
He’d anticipated something to do with Valerie, her cousin. He’d forgotten she’d been with Renny. It seemed like Valerie had said something to Natalie about Renny’s size. That’s what he wanted to know. Instead he was treated to an incredible display of disreputable behavior from his beloved. Renny had presented his erection to her, and though her action was hidden behind the couch and he saw only their heads and shoulders, he was almost positive she’d been encouraged to reach out and touch it. She was so much better than that; but seeing her behaving so badly had something fierce and demanding in him, scratching and scrabbling from inside a deep well, looking to emerge in the daylight of reality. He felt lightheaded.
With great focus, he managed to take three clean glasses down from the cupboard and spoon his own homemade eggnog into them without making a mess. His hands shook when he opened the rum and he put the bottle back down on the counter. They were talking again—he heard Natalie’s laugh—and he trotted to the vestibule and spied around the corner …
Fucking Natalie laughing and smiling like she didn’t just touch another guy’s cock. Ma
ybe she didn’t, though, maybe it just looked like that—she wouldn’t do that for real, would she?
Now she turned to look over the back of the couch and he darted into the kitchen before he was caught. She hollered his name.
“Coming,” he called back and then returned to pouring the rum.
Problem was he had his own erection to contend with and that was a real puzzle. What aroused him by seeing Natalie sexual in any way that wasn’t about him? The T-shirt he wore was thankfully loose enough to cover his own arousal and he arranged the three drinks on a tray and carried them into the family room.
Natalie sat next to Renny still, not close, and he saw the scarf covered his crotch again. Had he not been witness to that strange exchange he would have no idea anything had happened at all. And, fuck, that was exciting in its own way, too …
“Here we go, guys,” he said, eardrums pounding with his tense and furious heartbeat. “Eggnog with a healthy dose of spiced rum. Hey Renny?—your doctor say it’s okay to have alcohol? I know you’re on that boner medication.” Jesus, just drop it already.
Renny winked, said, “Down the hatch,” and drained most of the glass in one pull. He wiped his upper lips with the back of his hand and said to nelson, “Nice and strong, buddy,” saluting him with a raised glass. He set it down on the table next to the cookie tray and sat back again. He said, “So this is your plan? You two get married, get a house, start seriously working at being a couple of chunky monkeys?”
Natalie said, “No it isn’t.”
He grabbed a bag of chips discarded on the couch, held it between his pointed fingers and shook the bag to show that it was almost empty, peeked inside. “Seems like it to me,” he said, then held the bag up to his mouth to tip some crumbs.
Nelson said, “That’s just for tonight, that’s not what we normally eat …”
Renny said, “I don’t care. Everybody gets fat when they settle down and get married. Besides, Natalie looks better with a little weight on her.”
Natalie didn’t like that, giving an angry scoff, frowning at him and shaking her head. “Fuck you, Renny. You have no filter, do you? No fucking social grace of any kind.”
“Aw, hey come on, you look good. Really, really good, you just used be a little rail is all,” Renny said, and he poked her middle.
Natalie flicked his hand away and when he didn’t remove it she punched the back of his wrist with her tiny balled up fist. It just got Renny excited and now he leaned to her, his hands seeking out her middle and trying to tickle her. She fought with him, rearing back and getting her feet up to kick him, but he’d got her smiling somehow.
“Fuck off, Renny,” she said with a laugh.
He grabbed at her thighs and pulled at her T-shirt, trying to bring her closer to him. “Come here and let me hug it out with you …”
“I’m not hugging you when you have a giant boner, Renny.”
“Aw, come on, ya prude. That’s the best time for a hug.”
“It is, is it?”
“Yeah, come in for a Perverted Grampa.”
“You would be a perverted grandpa.”
Renny sat back again and his face went stone serious. He put an arm over the back of the couch and let his legs spread wide, scarf still in his lap. He said, “Natalie. Come hug your grampa, please.”
“You’re not funny, Renny.”
“You haven’t seen your grampa in two years, Natty. Come and give him a hug hello, he missed you, he came all the way from Florida to see you …”
“Florida?”
“Don’t grampas come from Florida?” he said, poking her shoulder with the hand that draped over the couch. Now he slapped his thigh, saying, “Come on, seriously, come sit on Santa’s lap. How about that? Tell him what you want for Christmas.”
“I want you to go beat off in the bathroom, please,” she said.
“Doesn’t work like that.”
“What do you mean?”
“That won’t make it go down—”
“Yeah, it does—”
“No, I’ll still have a hard on and you’ll have to clean the ceiling.”
Natalie tugged her arm away from his poking finger and exhaled with extreme exasperation, collapsing in the cushions and rolling her eyes.
Renny said, “Hey, I’m sorry I said you got chunky, okay? Truth is you look better now than five years ago. How’s that?”
“Whatever,” she said, laying her back flat on the couch, her eyes meeting his and rolling them at the behavior of his friend. Deep down her feelings might have been hurt. She’d gained weight, just a little, but Renny wasn’t kidding when he said she never looked better.
“No, I’m serious, I mean it,” Renny said, crossing his heart. “I was just joking around because I figured you knew how hot you look.”
“Hot. Right.”
“Hey, if you got sloppy-fat I wouldn’t say a thing. I’m not an asshole.”
“No, you are an asshole.”
“Yes, I am an asshole, that’s true. But not to you …”
“Yeah, right, you and I always got along so amazing …”
“It’s called sexual tension in the movies, Nats,” he said, and while she didn’t see him coming he got over top of her on all fours and grabbed her wrists.
Nelson gasped and held his breath at the sight of another man taking her like that, even if it was horseplay. Renny was erect and hung and now Natalie knew, and even if she didn’t like the guy she would be aware of his undeniable sexuality.
Renny took her arms and pinned them to the couch above her head. Natalie’s face burned red and she struggled to say something, looking up into his eyes.
Renny said, “And we all now where this story is going, don’t we, Natalie?”
CHAPTER 8
NATALIE
What she’d like to do right now is put her knee into his balls, but the way he had her pinned squished her legs together and she knew she would just end up pressing the front of her thigh against his hard-on.
“Get off me,” she said.
“Why?” he said. “I can see how horny you are.”
“What?” she exclaimed. “No, I’m not!”
“You’re so horny,” he said. His face hovered over hers, she could see his white smile in that thick, black beard, his black eyes sparkling just over hers, though one was narrowed to a slit. And completely against her will she felt her nipples begin to tighten and hoped they couldn’t be seen pressing through her shirt. She struggled to cover herself, but Renny held her wrists above her head.
“No, I’m not.”
“You’re so horny, Natalie. You can’t deny it.”
“Get the fuck off me.”
He was chuckling, and he turned to Nelson saying, “Eh, Nelson?—your wife is so horny.”
“You look pretty horny,” Nelson said in a low voice.
Her head whipped around. “Nelson!” She saw him sitting there, watching his former roommate pin her down on the couch right in front of him, saying awful things while sporting an enormous erection.
Renny said, “You going to tell me you aren’t horny?”
“I’m not horny, Renny,” she said very succinctly, looking directly into his eyes and showing him her most sincere face. “Now get off me.”
His hands slid down her bare wrists, tickling across her elbows, and now her nipples clenched so hard they hurt. When he released her she folded her arms across her breasts in an ‘X.’ He still looked at her with passionate eyes and she pressed her thighs together, feeling a strange overwhelming feeling that she couldn’t pinpoint. He brought his hands to her shoulders and up her neck and she flinched. Her hips wriggled trying to get away from him, and her mind struggled to understand how Nelson could let him do this right in front of him.
Now his hands went into her hair and her scalp tingled all the way down like an electric netting had slipped over her back.
She asked him: “What are you doing?”
“I’m showing you how horny you are
,” he said, tugged at her hair and she saw as he removed her crown of antlers. He was fucking with her. Both of them were fucking with her.
He took off his hat, tossed it to the floor, and she saw his thick glossy black hair had been cut shorter now that he was in the workforce. It suited him, showed off the nice angles of his pretty face. He slipped her dollar store antlers onto his own head and lowered himself over her face again saying, “Now look who’s horny.”
She wriggled herself out from beneath them, slipping higher up the couch, feeling her panties get rolled halfway down her butt even under her T-shirt, mumbling, “You’re always horny.”
“You can say that again,” he said, and he removed the antlers and tossed them to Nelson who caught them against his chest.
“Some husband you are,” she said to him, giving him a mean look as she drew her knees up again and hooped her arms around them. “And antlers aren’t horns. Horns are on the bovidae, not the cervidae.”
Renny said, “Aw, Natty is mad.”
“We were just joking,” Nelson said in that strange, low and constricted voice again. His face showed almost no expression.
“What’s the matter with you?” she said to him. He shrugged.
Renny stood up now, standing before her and stretching, arching his back. Almost purposely presenting her with that huge thing he had. She looked at it, still bewildered by its size, saw how it pulled the waistband away from his trim belly. If she stood she would see right down into his pants. Or if he stretched his back further the thing may pop right out.
When she turned to look away she saw that Nelson had caught her watching it again. She averted her eyes before he chastised her.
Now Renny was still stretching but turning, walking past the coffee table to their Christmas tree. “You guys have a nice tree. What did you get each other for Christmas?”
Her eyes went up to Nelson, saw his cheeks were red, imagined hers were as well. She said, “We’re keeping it a secret. We find out on Christmas morning.” She held a hand toward Nelson, wanting him to come and sit next to her and he did it, hunching over and tumbling to lay right next to her. She rested her head on his shoulder.
