by K T Morrison
Natalie laughed now and said, “The party came to us.”
“The ghost of Christmas Past,” Renny said spookily and now he sat up higher too, moving his butt into the seat so he sat next to Natalie.
“Feeling good there, buddy?” she said warmly to Nelson.
“Really good,” Nelson moaned, dragging out the vowels.
“Me too,” she said, her gaze drifting back to the TV.
Renny watched for a while too, then said to Natalie, “You were going to go out tonight?”
“Not really,” she said. “We had an invite.”
“Sorry I didn’t invite you guys out. I was right around the corner.”
“It’s all right,” she said. “Life’s moving on. We’re all forgetting about each other. Going on to newer things.”
“Not all of us,” he said morosely.
Natalie turned her head and regarded him. She said, “This is some wild life you lead …”
“Not really.”
“Not really? It totally is.”
“What do you mean?”
“What do I?—I mean Nelson and I are sitting at home in our PJs watching Christmas specials and you’re out getting punched in the face, messing around with college kids, and people are slipping you boner pills …”
Now he was smiling again. He said, “Sounds like a normal Friday night.”
She said, “I remember we all used to have fun.”
“You can still have fun, you know.”
“I know. I do have fun. Believe it or not, eating all this Christmas stuff and sitting around watching Frosty the Snowman is actually kind of fun.”
Renny nodded, his mouth moving around. When he turned back, he said, “You two gonna have some kids?”
“We’re planning on it,” she said and gave Nelson a great big smile. He acted out of it, grunting again and acting surly—like they were making too much noise. He reached down, kept his eyes sleepy and narrow and snagged another pillow. He brought it up and put it over his head.
Natalie laughed and Renny chuckled as well.
She said to Renny, “A baby in two years. Maybe eighteen months. Both of us are going gangbusters with work. I have a couple of projects that have long deadlines and I won’t get pregnant until I see them through.”
“Sounds like Natty has two years to fucking party.”
Natalie laughed, tossing her head back. There it was, a different Natalie. Girlish Natalie. Nelson snuggled the pillow tighter, blocked his face off from them.
She said, “Yeah, I don’t think so. Not in college anymore, Renny. Too many obligations these days.”
Renny said, “I hope you don’t think all those fun days are behind you.”
“No. But I know it won’t be the same.”
He held her wrist and Nelson’s heart jumped. Natalie didn’t pull it away. Renny said, “It doesn’t have to be the same, Nat. It just has to be good.”
She groaned. “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t know. I just get stuck in the past sometimes.”
Renny patted her arm and let her go, put his hands back in his lap, the scarf gone, his crotch now left uncovered. “Do you think I’m stuck in a rut? Like I’m not growing up?”
“Why would you? You’re having fun …”
He smiled sadistically. “Oh, I sure am.”
“Still gigging.”
“Yes,” he said with a simple nod.
“Same old band?”
“Hayfever? Yep. New drummer. Mike—you remember Mike?—he moved to Australia for a girl. Got her pregnant. We got a new guy, he’s all right. He’s, like, twenty.”
“Johnny B?”
“Yeah, Johnny B, too. He’s married now though. He can’t gig out of the city.”
“Life’s moving on.”
“It is,” he smiled, getting his gaze down low to look her in the eye. Natalie turned and Renny said, “But we can still have a lot of fun.”
CHAPTER 12
NATALIE
“L ook at this party animal,” Renny said, nodding his chin to Nelson on the other side of the couch. He lay with his feet toward them, his head nearer the TV. He was bundled under a blanket and they couldn’t see his face, hidden in shadow, a pillow held over one side of his head.
She said, “Weed always makes him sleepy, poor baby. Is that kush an indica?”
“I don’t know. Took it from one of those girls.”
“Great,” she sighed. “Probably laced with PCP.”
“Or Lady Viagra, and you and me will be fucking all over this couch while your hubby saws logs.”
“Please, I’m not that hard up.”
Renny laughed, and leaned near her, his arm going over the back of the couch, his hips angled toward her. He said, “It wouldn’t be so bad, you and me.”
“You and I didn’t always get along so hot,” she said.
“Makes it even better,” he said.
“I never had the slightest interest,” she told him honestly.
“Mm,” he grunted, nodding and smiling. “I had a crush on you for a while.”
“Oh please, you don’t get crushes.”
“Sure I do.”
“When did you have time for this pining? I never saw you without a female companion.”
“Hey, I’m going to be honest, and it’s probably going to make you mad.”
“Oh shit, here it comes. Just don’t tell me …”
“No, I want to, I want to …”
“I don’t know, Renny, I have a feeling I won’t want to hear it.”
“It’s not bad, Nat,” he said. “Not that bad.” Now he looked in her eyes, and she could tell he wanted to see her reaction when he said: “I watched you have sex one time.”
She frowned, trying to imagine what he meant. “What?”
“Yeah,” he said, smiling, “you and Nelson, at the old house.”
“Renny, why would you do that?”
“Don’t worry,” he said, smiling wider, “it’s not like I was standing there jerking off in my raincoat, I just came home and heard … you know … and I wanted to see.”
“Heard what?” she said, a reluctant little tug at the corner of her mouth showing Renny the slightest smile.
He narrowed his good eye and let his hand drape so near her it almost touched her shoulder and she could feel its heat. “Those little moans you make, God, they used to drive me crazy. I just popped my head inside your room, didn’t see you naked or anything, you guys were under the sheets …”
“Did we leave the door open?”
“Yeah, open a crack. I was gonna make a joke or something if you caught me, I watched for a couple minutes but then I had to go upstairs.”
“Upstairs?” she said and let her head fall back to rest on the couch and watched him through her own narrowed eyes now. “Did you jerk off?”
“Maybe,” he said slyly and it made her giggle.
Then he said, “What would you think if I did?” And his hand grazed her now, the side of his thumb touching the back of her shoulder.
She said, “I don’t know.”
“See? Like, is it hot that I heard those sounds you make when you have sex and I got so turned on I had to jerk off?”
“Did you?”
“It would be a compliment if I did, right?”
“No, still kind of creepy.”
“No, it’s not, Nat,” he laughed, purposely stroking her shoulder now with his hand.
“Ha ha,” she laughed, “sounds like someone is guilty of jerking off to my sex sounds.”
“You do make the hottest little gasps.”
She said, “I like fucking,” then couldn’t believe she’d said it.
He said, “Who doesn’t, right?”
“Everybody loves to fuck,” she said, her eyes unable to look away from his. Their eyes lingered too long, and before Renny could say anything else she rolled her eyes and sighed, moved her shoulder away so he wasn’t touching her. She reached to the side and scooped up the remote for the tele
vision and turned the volume down so the movie wouldn’t disturb sleepy Nelson.
When she sat straight again, Renny was watching her. “Hey,” he said, giving her a sneaky little smile.
“What?”
“It was never going to go down on its own tonight.”
“Why not?”
“With you here? In your sexy little shirt, and I can see you’re not wearing a bra.”
“Don’t look,” she laughed and clutched her hands over her breasts, squeezing them, suddenly aware of the strange coyness in her voice and action which she had not intended.
“If you really cared about me like you claimed you would have gone upstairs and put on a bra, maybe some PJ pants so I couldn’t see those sexy legs.”
“So you’re saying it’s my fault?” And there was that coyness again, Jesus Christ.
“You know your effect.”
“Oh, I do?”
“Come on, of course you do. Look at you—coy.”
“Coy, me?”
“Oh my God, you’re so sexy when you’re coy.”
“Are you slut-shaming me? Saying I can’t wear whatever I want in my own house?”
“Are you male-gaze-shaming me? Saying if you wear whatever you want I can’t look at what you reveal? I’m only allowed to look at the parts you cover?”
“I’m not revealing anything, Renny. What—my legs?” she said, and now she tugged up the hem of her T-shirt and looked at her own bare legs, revealed mid-thigh down.
“I guess you’re right,” he said, sitting up and not looking at her legs she’d bared. She stared at his back while he sat forward, shifting uncomfortably.
“What’s wrong?” she asked him.
“Can you pass me that blanket?” he asked, extending a hand across her lap to a fuzzy, pale yellow blanket on the other side of her, between her and Nelson’s feet. When she handed it to him he took it and lay it across his lap, turning his hips to face her again. He said, “Sorry, I gotta do this …”
“Do what?” she asked as his hands went under the blanket and he looked up toward the ceiling.
“These jeans are killing me,” he said, and she watched his hands come together at his waist and heard the sound of his button being undone.
“Oh,” she said, smiling. Now she watched his hands move under the blanket and then heard the sound of his zipper slowly being drawn down. He made an uncomfortable grunt and she could tell his hand slipped into his opened fly and he backed his hips away and pulled out his hard cock.
“Holy shit, oh my God, that’s better,” he exhaled, making her laugh. His relief seemed genuine.
“Pants a little tight?” she said.
“Fuck, yes. And scratchy, too. I’m not wearing underwear.”
“Of course not,” she laughed. Weirdo. Didn’t think Nelson had gone without underwear in his whole life.
“Oh wow, what a relief,” he sighed again, letting his back sink into the couch. It showed her his cock. While it was hidden under the blanket, it stuck straight up, the blanket draped over the crown. Had to be the biggest, longest dick a guy could have. The blanket was a loosely woven one and she could clearly see the dark reddish brown skin through the weave.
“Jesus, Renny,” she said, “I can fucking see it. Put it away.”
“Just give me a minute, Nat, it’s been rubbing the inside of my jeans for a couple hours,” he groaned, now purposely wagging it back and forth for her.
CHAPTER 13
NELSON
N elson watched the whole debacle play out in the triangular gap provided by the pillow he’d nestled his head underneath. It framed the two of them perfectly; Natalie on the left, Renny on the right. He watched them converse, watched his wife take a flirtatious and girlish charm he hadn’t seen from her in the longest time. It was odd, because she was never a great big fan of Renny. But suddenly, given tonight’s circumstances, she seemed to be falling victim to him like so many other girls had.
Only Natalie was not that kind of girl.
His wife’s eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow. She kept running her hair behind her ear and batting her eyelashes. He wasn’t even sure she was aware she did it. The whole thing had a certain beauty to it. It had kept him painfully aroused the entire time. This friend of his with his known penis size—and presently fully engorged—sitting next to his wife; his wife with no lurking husband to corral her behavior … And here she was behaving in a way that should enrage him, but rather it excited him.
He lay with his feet toward them, his chin tucked to his chest and watching; and between his legs?—an astounding arousal, a hardness probably rivaling Renny’s chemically induced one. Then things got even more frightening: the conversation became even more flirtatious, a little more suggestive, and instead of sitting up, stretching, veering them away from that impropriety and saying Oh, what are we going to watch next? and putting an end to it, he lay there, stomach twisting and turning, and for some reason enjoying every bit of it. Then, just as he imagined they wouldn’t really get much worse, he watched as Renny upped the stakes, Natalie passing him a blanket and Renny draping it over his crotch, his eyes on Natalie as his hands went underneath and unzipped his massive dong. Instead of enjoying the relief that Nelson understood it must’ve provided him, Renny leaned back, let his bare dick poke the blanket up, showing off his length to Natalie. Natalie didn’t shy away. No mean-old-Nelson now to give her the stink-eye, she let her eyes stay on it. Now his heart was thundering like a powerful Taiko drumbeat, a deafening roar up his neck and in his eardrums. Natalie was intrigued. Intrigued by the sexuality and size of a guy she didn’t even really like. When Renny revealed it, wagged it underneath the blanket, Natalie watched and laughed, covering up her chuckles with a feminine hand with his wedding ring on it.
Christmas Vacation ended, and his wife asked Renny, “What do you want to do now?”
Nelson was ready for it. Some sort of double entendre, some sort of charming quip that would finally make his wife melt and she would lay back on the couch and open her legs for Renny. But Renny only groaned and said, “Whatever’s next on the marquee,” but now leaning back to sit with Natalie, the two of them side-by-side and touching. It was insane. And Natalie didn’t shy away, didn’t push him off this time, calling him gross and saying he shouldn’t touch her when he had an erection. Instead she flipped through the menus on the DVR and soon the two of them were watching A Christmas Story.
He watched as they made small talk, Renny saying he hadn’t seen the movie in probably ten years, and Natalie telling him it was one of her favorites. Her eyes would drift down, away from the screen, away from her-apparently-favorite-movie to sneak a peek at the clear impression of this ever-present erection Renny had, the two of them sitting next to each other, so close together—this other guy’s erection just half a foot away from her. She was mesmerized by it, eyes looking to the screen, then darting down to catch another view.
It wasn’t long until the two of them seemed to sit there together looking a lot like they were a couple. Hip-to-hip and enjoying Nat’s favorite Christmas movie; he considered pretending to wake up and putting an end to this charade. He liked this movie, too, and it was the one he most looked forward to watching tonight. That was when Renny made a strange and intimate move. He sat next to Natalie, his jeans open, a blanket across his lap that his cock poked up like a teepee—now he took that blanket where it was bunched between them and tossed it so it lay across Nat’s lap, too. They shared the blanket. And Natalie wasn’t bothered, she took it and straightened it across her thighs, glancing down and getting another look at Renny’s manhood.
It was an obvious move on Renny’s part; offering a chance for an old friend’s wife to jerk him off undercover while her husband slept a few feet away. He was testing her, and Nelson didn’t like where this was going—if these circumstances had been described to him theoretically one drunken night down at the bar, he would swear up and down that his feisty feminist wife would see throug
h the whole thing, call him out uproariously or dump a drink on his head. The fact that hadn’t occurred yet, his wife instead willingly sharing the blanket, had Nelson’s pounding, swollen heart jammed up in his throat. It was beginning to be more than he could bear and the fact he was still letting it transpire was truly unfathomable.
Natalie fidgeted, the attention she had for her favorite Christmas movie seemingly distracted. Moving her hands around, eyes lingering on the left, next to her, touching her hair, her head jerking in little movements, mouth working around—all like she was building up a decision in her mind, and Nelson knew what was, and knew his capable Nat well; if she’d come this far the decision was already made and now she was building the nerve.
She looked at Renny, smirking, and he turned to face her, then her eyes were back on the screen; still smiling, now shaking her head.
Then it was done and committed—Nat made her move: abruptly turning back to him, expression mirthful, and her hand pinching the top edge of the blanket, lifting it up and off the spear that stabbed it, exposing Renny’s cock. Renny smiled and shook with silent laughter, eyes on Natalie’s face as she took it in. Her eyebrows went up high, eyes wide, mouth held at the edge of bursting into laughter.
“Jesus Christ, Renny,” she exhaled. “That is a huge fucking dick.”
CHAPTER 14
NATALIE
A nd it really was. It stuck up straight and hard from his lap. The first non-Nelson dick she saw in person for the last five years. That was always a weird and anxious moment for her; when the time came to see what a boy you were interested in had between his legs. The implement of his sex that would now become a thing you both shared. It was tense because dicks weren’t exactly her favorite thing, and she had a few freak show revelations—not in terms of size—but frightful bends, textures, head shapes, weird wrinkle things happening … But not only was Renny’s huge, it was good-looking. It didn’t always follow suit when a guy was handsome that his penis would be as well. Renny’s cock had no blemishes, no weird reddish gradient, no crazy network of wriggling veins … his was a pleasant tanned color, the skin healthy, and a foreskin that didn’t appear gnarly, nicely retracted to bunch up around his big swollen glans. And it was shockingly healthy, too—absolutely porcelain smooth, with a liquid gleam like it had been polished; signs it was protected by a very healthy foreskin. Then across the very tip of him, the faint waffling pattern left by the weave of the blanket that it had poked up against all this while.