by K T Morrison
Renny adjusted his erection again, angling it so he could get down on his knees and look at their presents. He lifted boxes and shook them.
Nelson whispered to her, “Are you mad at me?”
She darted her eyes to meet his and said, “No. Are you mad at me?”
He kissed her cheek just under her eye.
Renny said, “What are you two doing for Christmas?”
She said, “I leave on Sunday to go spend two days with my sister and her kid. Then I come back and we’ve got four days off together and we’re spending it here.”
Nelson said, “What are you doing for Christmas?”
“Solo,” he said. “If I feel like it I may shoot up and see my folks on Christmas Day. But nothing concrete.”
She said, “You’re not seeing anyone? You don’t have somebody to spend your Christmas with?”
“No. Just me.”
She chewed her lip, the obvious thing here was to ask if he’d like to spend Christmas with them, but she wasn’t sure if it was a good idea, and wasn’t sure if Nelson would think it was either.
Nelson didn’t say anything any way, and the chance for an invitation to be extended hung in the air for half a minute while Renny continued to shake their gift-wrapped presents.
When he stood she watched his hand grip that erection and push it to the side, and he said, “Do you want to see what Santa brought you?”
Nelson said, “Brought us?”
“I think you two have been good boys and girls this year.” He snagged his denim jacket out from inside the leather one where they lay on the floor, unbuttoned the chest pocket and pulled out a baggie of weed. He said, “Primo kush.”
CHAPTER 9
NELSON
T he last time they smoked would’ve been a year ago during a party at the house Jenny rents. A joint shared in the backyard with two Persian guys who worked IT. Before that he would have to go back more than a year-and-a-half. It wasn’t something they did any more. But when Renny had presented the bag of kush he could see a host of mechanisms at work behind his wife’s eyes. She looked at the baggie, her mouth open, her eyes darting. Then a smile formed, and she bubbled, suddenly into the idea.
While Renny dragged the coffee table closer and sat on the couch again Natalie had run upstairs and they heard her rummaging around in her office’s closet. When she returned she held her pink acrylic bong with the Hello Kitty head around the down-stem. An object he hadn’t seen in years. She said, “I can’t believe I found it.” Renny set it up and they took turns ripping, and now all three of them lay strewn on the couch feeling really, really good. He couldn’t shake from his mind the image of his beautiful Natalie working the bong, one knee hidden up inside her shirt, the other planted in the carpet, looking like she did when they were just dumb kids at University. It gave him a warm feeling of almost endless love for her.
They finished Frosty and now they were halfway through Christmas Vacation, Clark stringing up the lights on his house. Natalie groaned happily and sat up looking over at Nelson and then Renny. She stood, eyebrows high and sleepy and leaned to the cookie tray and plucked up a shortbread crescent, licking the powder powdery icing sugar off the top before biting it in half. Then she picked up a rum ball and held it between the fingers of the other hand. Nelson admired her smooth bare legs, the backs of her slender knees and the swoop of her calf before the scrunched colorful socks. She faced Renny who lay on his back with both legs straight out on the couch, his arousal unhidden and obvious; Natalie was growing comfortable with its presence and while it bothered him it also tightened his chest and raced his pulse in a curious way.
Natalie said to Renny, “You’re still hard.”
He said, “I know,” his eyes coming up from Chevy Chase to look at her.
“When do we worry? How long before it’s a problem—like, when do you go see a doctor?”
Renny still looked at her and said, “You eating cookies again?”
She tossed the rum ball at his face but he caught it. “Such an asshole,” she said and plopped down next to Nelson’s stomach and he thrust his hips back before she noticed his own erection. What would she make of that?
Natalie said, “You can’t just play around he—”
She was interrupted as Renny threw the rum ball back at her and she threw up both hands, one still holding half a cookie, the other catching the rum ball but not before bumbling it. She saved it from hitting the floor, and she held it up triumphantly now, showing Renny and then Nelson. Nelson opened his mouth and she held it for him to bite, then she took the remaining half.
With her mouth full, she said while still chewing, “Seriously, Renny, I think you should go … you know …” She jerked her hand in a loose impression of masturbating, then hiked a thumb toward the guest bathroom.
Renny ignored them, eyes down to the TV, but he said, “I’m not doing that. I’m not gonna go do that in your house.”
Natalie said to Nelson, “Don’t you think he should do that?”
“He doesn’t want to, Nat.”
“I’m worried about him. I want it to go down …”
His heart pounded furiously, a sudden and abrupt surge that almost deafened him. Before he could stop himself the words were coming out of his mouth: “Why don’t you do it for him?”
Why don’t you do it for him? Why would he even say that? As soon as the words were in the air he wished them back.
Natalie laughed, said, “He wishes,” and then popped the remaining half of the shortbread into her mouth.
“I’d be up for that,” Renny said, eyes down on Chevy still.
She said while chewing, “Nelson’s the one who can’t stop talking about it, maybe he’ll take care of it for you.”
Renny said, “No thanks. Though he does have nice hands.”
“Thank you. They’re just for this lady though,” he said.
Renny turned his head, smirking now, saying, “You don’t jerk guys off anymore?”
“Ha. Ha.” Nelson pronounced.
To Natalie, Renny said, “He told me he paid his way through Freshman year giving handys at the Bus Depot.”
“That was a long time ago,” Natalie laughed and held Nelson’s knee, joking along, saying now, “We don’t talk about those dark days since we got married.”
Renny nodded, smiling, agreeing, saying, “Yes, it’s best that way. You’re much better than that, Nelson. I’m glad to see you’ve come so far.”
“She saved me,” Nelson said and put a hand on Natalie’s waist.
Now Natalie stood up and left him again, taking a step toward the cookie tray and finding a date square. She said, “All joking aside, you really should. Then if it doesn’t go down we know we should probably take you to the hospital.”
Renny rolled his eyes and said, “Little porky back at the cookies.”
“I’m not even fat, you asshole,” she said and stomped her foot playfully.
He laughed, seeing that he could still get her though she wasn’t hurt this time. He said, “Not yet, but you’re working on it.”
She said, “Aren’t you supposed to be jerking off?”
And that was when Nelson decided to stand, tugging his shirt to make sure his own arousal was covered—he took a step so he was right behind her and bent to the cookie tray. With his other hand he pressed her firmly in the small of her back and shoved her toward the couch where Renny lay.
“Nelson!”
“Just do it already,” he said as she stumbled and fell. “Maybe you’ll finally stop talking about it.”
Renny drew up his knees to protect himself as Natalie collapsed on top of him. He held his hands up to receive her and she crossed her arms over her chest and landed against him; he hoisted her so she was on the couch completely on top of him.
Nelson played it cool, grabbing a piece of marzipan and smiling while his insides clenched like high-tension wire.
Renny bear-hugged her, saying, “How about it, Natalie. Give me a handy?�
�help me out …?”
Natalie had her mouth full of cookie still, her face clenched up tight but still bounding with mirth. She had an open lip smile, her teeth clenched, cookie crumbs on her lips, her eyes squinted shut. She was trying to laugh and not choke on an inhaled cookie at the same time. She was shaking her head furiously No! and tears streamed from her eyes.
Renny watched her face, still holding her, and he said, “No? You won’t? Knowing that it can help me? What about the hospital, Nat? Aren’t you worried I’ll have to go to the hospital? Just a quick HJ, Natty—do you want me to suffer? I could die …”
It got her laughing even harder and she covered her face with her hands. Nelson could see that she lay across Renny and that she must have his hardness against her. It was an astounding feeling in his guts and spiraling mind. His knees went watery.
Now Renny rolled to his side, still embracing her, and they were spooning facing Nelson. Renny humped himself against Natalie, that huge bulge grinding between her butt cheeks. He said, “Or just hold still for a minute, I can take care of myself.”
It looked like Natalie was going to die from laughing, her face beet red, not taking any breath, waving her hands back and forth in front of her face. Nelson noted she wasn’t even struggling to get away.
CHAPTER 10
T he huge, wide size of Renny’s cock pushed the cheeks of her ass apart and she could feel its incredible hardness; felt him press it against her forcefully and grind it back and forth. Any guy did that, even Renny, deserved a punch in the face. Any other night she would have turned around and socked the perpetrator. Had every fucking right to do it. Running his cock against her the way he did was borderline criminal. But then, hey, she’d been asking for it, taunting him about jerking off (though he really should), and now he was just teasing her. She could be a bitch right now, and most nights she would be, but for whatever reason, despite knowing this was insulting and out-of-line, she couldn’t stop laughing. There was a very real chance the cookie in her mouth might be drawn into her lungs with a wicked inhale of laughter and she would choke to death while Renny humped her. And that was fucking funny, too. So now she tried to cup her hand to her mouth, thought about spitting up the half-chewed Christmas treat but didn’t want her husband and Renny to see her do something gross like that.
So instead she tightened herself right up and let Renny be the jackass he was and pretend to fuck her from behind; pretending not to be humiliated … and something else, too, something that troubled her.
He thrust that big thing against her with one final comical buck and it was time for the nonsense to be over. She escaped his clutch and stumbled off the couch to her feet, barely able to see out of her squinted eyes. Nelson was there rubbing her back again and she waved him off with a smile and a held-up index finger, indicating she would be all right. Renny laughed behind her.
Couldn’t get it together, so she trotted off, leaving the two guys in the family room and darting through the vestibule and into the kitchen, making it to the sink in time to spit out all she had in her mouth and draw in a long, ragged, and desperately needed breath. Then she burst into enormous laughter that echoed around the deep stainless steel sink. The boys, hearing her from the family room, burst into laughs as well after the sound she made.
When she finally got it together, still bent over the sink, ribs hurting from laughing so hard, she turned the lever and blasted cold water from the tap. Put her hands under the stream and wiped her eyes, pressed her frigid digits to her hot cheeks and massaged them. Fucking Renny. Such an asshole, but he somehow always brought a good time. Just showing up tonight—can’t be normal, Hey, I was in the neighborhood and I thought I’d drop in and say hi ‘cause we haven’t seen each other in so long. Nope. Gotta show up unannounced, running from some ridiculous problem, some girls spiked him with boner pills and now he has an unshakeable erection. The ridiculousness of it got her laughing again; laughing and missing those good times when they were all in school.
One more cold wet patting on her face from the fresh tap water and then she shut it off. Renny sure did bring excitement and it was funny how five years ago his presence used to rub her the wrong way, but now, all these maturing years removed, she was glad to see him like he was some link to the funnest time in her and Nelson’s lives.
Now she looked to see she was alone in the kitchen and the boys remained in the family room, hiking her big T-shirt up to adjust her panties. Slipped a hand into her waistband and made a semi-circle around her body, tugging her panties out of her ass crack after Renny had stuffed them in there fake-fucking her with that huge cock. That was just horseplay in there—extremely inappropriate horseplay—but it did make her wonder what sex with him would be like. She wasn’t ever a fan of Renzo Bulgarelli, but she couldn’t help the obvious consideration. Back when Nelson shared a home with Renny, she’d heard girls in bed with him and the noises they made were … otherworldly. Lay in bed a few nights next to Nelson and wondered what the heck Renny did to those girls that had them crying like that. Figured he must be good in the sack but truly gave it no more thought than that. Cousin Valerie told her the same—Renny was incredible in bed. Without details, implying it was the greatest sex she’d ever had. Also said he had a huge cock, and she’d heard other girls say that as well, some tee-heeing and calling him Renny Bulge-arelli. But now she knew for herself. Shit, he would completely dominate her with that thing.
Hands coming around the front of her panties, she discovered something she suspected and didn’t like. The horseplay had provoked a disgusting juicy spate on her lady parts.
“Gross,” she whispered. Ran a finger over her folded membranes and felt them hot and a little slippery. What an embarrassing reaction to a guy who she always thought—and told everybody she knew—was an asshole. Her body betrayed her.
Now the tips of her fingers shone with what she’d discovered between her legs and she reached across the counter and snatched a paper towel from the roll, wiped at her fingers to dry them. Then a quick look to make sure the boys remained in the family room and she took another clean and dry square of towel and bunched it to a wad and thrust it in the front of her panties. A couple of wipes up and down to dry off her pink lady and then she scrunched that up and threw it in the trash under the sink. Guy like Renny might catch that sex smell on her and then point it out to her husband and think it was funny.
Big reindeer shirt straightened and hem brought down, she returned through the vestibule to rejoin the guys still watching the movie. She clambered over the back of the couch and sat between them again.
Nelson gripped her ankle and asked, “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “Just about inhaled a whole cookie, but I managed to pull through.”
Renny, laying on the couch again as he had been, as if oblivious to the disgusting interplay that had just transpired said, “Those cookies are going to get you somehow, Natty—heart attack from obesity or jamming up your cock-hole …”
She shook her head in exasperation. “Cock-hole? You’re so fucking gross, dude. You know what I use this cock-hole for?”
“Here we go …”
“Such a dick. You know I’m team leader on two different projects at Capricorn Solar? They rely on me for—”
“Nat, you’re smart as shit but you’re crazy if you don’t think a pretty mouth like that doesn’t have dudes wishing they had their cocks in it.”
“Oh my God, Nelson, please,” she said to the ceiling.
Nelson chastised Renny, saying, “Renny …”
He laughed, turning to face her now and holding a hand out to her. “Natalie, I’m totally fucking with you. You got way better grades than me. If you were at Energex, you’d be my boss, baby. Come on …”
She held her fingers out to him and he took them, squeezed them, looking in her eyes with those deep blacks and an arrogant but somehow supportive smile.
She said, “Damn right I’d be your boss …”
“Chi
ll, Nat. Be cool … Nine times out of ten I’m fucking with you …”
He took his hand back and folded both arms under his head to watch Christmas Vacation again with that aggravating erection poking his jeans out.
She said, “And the tenth time?”
Without looking at her he said, “Just like every other dude you ever met—I’m super-sweet, trying to get in your pants.”
CHAPTER 11
NELSON
T he ache to ask Natalie about Renny humping his erection against her was tremendous, but he wrestled it till it submitted. Couldn’t help him wondering what she thought of that thing pressed against her. She surely felt it. Maybe when they were in bed later, and alone, he might get the courage to ask her.
Shit, why would he do that? Would she want to hear such a crazy question from her husband? Probably not—though, if he found the right manner to do it …
Now she was eyeballing Renny who seemed to imply that he would be interested in getting into her pants. Their old friend just fucking with her, the way he did with most people, especially girls. Natalie always too smart for it, tonight, five years removed, seemingly a dumb little jack rabbit padding its paws around a snare trap. He could point it out to her, tell her, Hey, come on, don’t fall for his shit, but it was somehow fascinating to see Renny’s arrogance bring out the eyelash-fluttering-girl from his normally strong-willed Natalie.
That’s when it occurred to him—what would transpire if he weren’t here tonight? How far would Natalie fall for this game of Renny’s? With no internal debate he sat upright and put his feet on the floor, making them notice him. He kept his eyes half-lidded, eyebrows high.
“What’s with you,” Natalie asked him.
“Mmn,” he grunted, and now he lay down again, this time falling to the side with his head toward the TV. He drew his legs up and dragged a pillow under his head. “And you wanted to go out tonight,” he sighed.
