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Don't Fix It, Chapter 1b
🕑 Added 2021-04-26 16:01:04 +0000 UTCChapter 1 (cont'd)
We finally left a little after seven thirty, although we had to turn around almost immediately. Susie had forgotten her ballet slippers.
Emily fumed from the middle row until she finally lost it, “Ugh! I told you!”
“Did not!”
“Did so!”
They kept bickering until I yelled over them, “Girls!”
They fell silent, and I skewered Susie in the rearview mirror.
“She did tell you—”
“Only to get our bags!”
Emily threatened to explode, and I couldn’t blame her.
“She didn’t say anything about our shoes,” Susie sulked.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I loved Susie, but she had an eight-year-old’s attention to detail. She could draw the Powerpuff girls from memory and quote every episode of That’s So Raven, but “get your dance bag” didn’t include things inside the bag as well.
“God, they’re such babies,” Madison said under her breath, loud enough for the younger girls to hear.
“Don’t start,” Allie warned her. She turned in the passenger seat. “All right, everyone, let’s go through our stuff and make sure…”
We were late for registration but not the last to arrive. Mark and McKenna had that honor.
“Traffic was worse than usual,” he said by way of explanation.
“You should move up here,” I told him.
“Leah likes living close to work.”
We’d had the same conversation before, to the point that it was almost a running joke. McKenna did almost everything near us—school, dance, and even karate—but they still lived downtown. Leah was a city girl, far more than either of her sisters, although she could afford to be.
I didn’t know what CNN paid her, but she and Mark had bought a new condo after her last contract negotiation. These days they lived in a 3,500-square-foot penthouse with an impressive view of Centennial Park, where she’d made a name for herself in the aftermath of the Olympic bombing.
“Besides,” Mark added, “I normally enjoy the drive.”
I snorted. No one enjoyed Atlanta traffic.
“I get to spend time with Mac.” He grinned down at her, and she replied with a bashful smile, a rarity for her.
McKenna was a smaller version of her mother, the same dark eyes, black hair, and café au lait skin, but the similarities ended there. Leah was outgoing and personable; McKenna was an introvert. She wasn’t shy, especially once she got to know someone, but she didn’t make friends easily, which was part of the reason Mark was willing to make the daily commute for school and activities.
“Best part of my day,” he added, and McKenna’s smile brightened.
A dancer stuck her head out of the studio, and I recognized her as one of the instructors. She was slim and attractive, with high cheekbones and a model’s sculpted eyebrows. She looked twenty-five but was probably closer to seventeen, and I knew better than to think of her as a woman. Even the little head had learned that lesson.
“Oh, there you are,” the girl said.
“Sasha!”
“Sorry we’re late,” Emily added. “You-know-who forgot her you-know-whats… again.”
“I did not,” Susie squawked.
“That’s okay,” Sasha said. “You’re here now. C’mon, we’ve already started stretching.”
“Wait!” I said before they could rush off. “Do we need to—?”
“It’s all right,” the woman at the registration desk said, “they can go in.”
The girls weren’t listening anyway—they were already halfway across the lobby. Susie stiffened to a halt and came back. She gave me a sheepish look and picked up her bag from where she’d left it on the floor.
“Good plan,” I said dryly.
Sasha waited for her at the door and then ushered her inside. I caught Allie watching me watch the dance instructor.
“Wrong decade,” I said vaguely.
“More like two,” Mark added in an undertone. “Were we ever that young?”
“I wasn’t. You were.”
“True.”
The woman at the table was still waiting for us to finish our paperwork. The girls were all preregistered, but we still had to sign waivers and agree in writing to pick them up on time.
“I dunno ’bout you guys,” Mark said with his usual timing, “but I haven’t had my coffee yet.”
“Me neither,” Allie agreed.
“Perfect. Let’s wrap up here and then hit a Starbucks.”
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“What’s Mark’s story?” Allie asked as we left the coffee shop and drove toward her house.
“Whaddya mean?”
“We’re friends and all, but I don’t really know him.” She grinned. “Not like you.”
“Biblically, you mean?”
“That too. But I’m serious. What’s his story? He and Leah started dating in high school, right? How’d he join the group? I mean, how’d that conversation happen?”
I drove in silence and thought about how much I wanted to share. I trusted Allie, but I was cautious out of habit, especially with people who weren’t swingers. Other lifestyles had gone mainstream in the past twenty years, but ours wasn’t one of them.
“Never mind,” Allie said abruptly. “Forget I asked.”
“Sorry. It’s just that I don’t want to abuse his trust. That’s a huge part of who we are—the lifestyle, I mean.”
“Yeah, I get it. But Christy tells you things. And she tells me about you and her.”
“Yes, but… they’re her stories to tell.”
“Not mine.”
“No,” I hedged, “but pillow talk is an exception. Besides, you’d tell me the stories yourself.”
“Yeah, I guess I would. But… I mean… what about you and your girlfriends? She tells me those.”
“They’re hers too, I suppose.”
“How so?”
“That’s sort of the agreement. We each get to fool around on the side, as long as the other knows about it.”
Allie nodded. She’d been there for the phone call last night.
“Sometimes we share details. Sometimes we watch. Other times we join in.” I watched out of the corner of my eye to judge her reaction, but she didn’t make the connection.
“I guess that makes sense,” she mused. Then she focused on something entirely different. “So… you like to watch? Your wife and another guy?”
“I don’t mind. If she wants me to.”
“God, that’s so… refreshing!”
I chuckled.
“A guy who isn’t jealous and insecure…”
Her ex had been both, which explained her bitterness. I hadn’t liked him very much either, but I didn’t feel the need to fan the flames of resentment.
“It also depends on the guy,” I said instead. “Different strokes.”
“Yeah. And I guess some are shy. Performance anxiety. But some are into it.” She was speaking from experience.
“Like the twins.” They’d been her gateway duo, her introduction to the world of group sex. She’d dated them for a year in college.
“Or you and Mark,” she hinted. I didn’t take the bait, so she tried the direct route again. “So… what’s his story? I mean, he’d probably tell me anyway.”
I chuckled. It was a good argument, and one I’d just used on her. But I still didn’t want to share something I shouldn’t.
“Sorry, I can’t,” I said. “It isn’t a rule or anything, but we try to respect each other’s privacy.”
“Yes, but… don’t you have any wiggle room?”
“I suppose. But it depends on the situation.”
“Like… how?”
“Okay, so… I bet Christy hasn’t told you much about my past—”
“Sure she has,” Allie said automatically, although she thought about it and furrowed her brow. “Huh. Now that you mention it, she hasn’t. I mean, I know about you and Susan, that you grew up as a swinger… Oh! And your two girlfriends in college! But… yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s all general stuff, no specifics.”
“Nope.”
“Care to tell me? I mean, what’s it like being a teenage swinger?” She cocked an eyebrow. “You know I love a good story.”
“Maybe sometime.”
“When you know me better?” she laughed.
“Well, it’s a long story. I might not finish till… I dunno… 2020!”
“Ha! I doubt that.”
“You’d be surprised.”
“Okay. Then tell me about Mark. Not his past,” she added quickly, “but your impression of him. I mean, why’re you friends?”
I was on safer ground with that question, so the answer came easily.
“Well, he’s probably the coolest guy I know.”
Allie nodded.
“Don’t get me wrong, Trip’s cool too, but he has an edge sometimes. He can be… arrogant.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen it,” she agreed.
“He’s incredibly gifted, though. He basically won the genetic lottery—looks, brains, athletic ability… So I guess he has a right to be arrogant. Well, maybe not arrogant, but self-confident. That comes across as arrogance sometimes.”
“True.”
“He’s a lot better than he used to be,” I added, “a lot more mature. Still, he rubs some people the wrong way. Mark isn’t like that. He…” I paused and tried to put my thoughts into words. “Here’s another comparison. Trip was a jock in high school—MVP, team captain, et cetera. So he was super-popular. But he was only friends with the other popular kids, the ones in his clique.
“Mark was different. He was one of the cool kids, but he was friends with everyone,” I said. “And I mean real friends. He wasn’t fakey about it. You know the people I’m talking about, the ones who’re polite to your face but cut you down as soon as you leave.”
Allie had graduated in ’86, five years after me, but high school was high school. Music, clothes, and hairstyles changed; kids didn’t.
“I wouldn’t really know,” she said. Then she laughed, although it had an edge to it. “I mean, I wasn’t friends with anyone popular. Not even when I, ahem, developed.”
“What?” I teased. “Breasts weren’t your ticket to the in-crowd?”
“Hardly! Besides, I hid them as much as I could. At least till college. Then I guess I blossomed.”
“I knew girls like that. I still see them sometimes—”
“Oh, that’s right! You went to high school here.”
“In Sandy Springs,” I agreed. “The women weren’t exactly plain back then, but they blended into the crowd. Now most of them stand out. They’re pretty.” In one way or another, I added silently. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, after all.
I knew one woman who was a knockout these days. She’d been a nobody in high school, although she’d become a somebody after she starred in a couple of soft-core movies on Cinemax. She’d been a genuine B-list celebrity in Hollywood for a while. Then she’d moved back to Atlanta, where she became a born-again Christian, with all the narrow-minded bigotry that came with it. Now she was the kind of “friend” who smiled to my face and gossiped behind my back. She was an ugly person in almost every way.
By contrast, I knew another woman who’d been pretty and popular in high school. She’d gained a hundred pounds since graduation and now owned a bakery near my parents’ house. She mentioned them every time I saw her, and she genuinely cared about me and my life. She wasn’t my kind of pretty, but she was attractive enough, and her inner beauty eclipsed the other woman’s shiny façade.
I was still woolgathering when I pulled into Allie’s driveway. I shifted into park and left the engine running, along with the A/C. The temperature outside was only in the seventies, while the humidity had climbed into the nineties.
After a moment I shifted mental gears as well. Allie’s garage door was closed, but the garage itself was empty. Her car was at my house, and Ken’s hadn’t been there for a year. Now a pile of totes and boxes took up the space he’d once occupied, which was a definite improvement.
“Sorry,” I said to Allie. “I was in my own little world. What were we talking about?”
“Mark.” She studied me for a moment. “You really like him, don’t you?”
“Yeah, of course. He’s a great guy.”
“He’s a good father, too, and a pretty good husband. From what I can tell, at least.”
I nodded.
“I’m still curious how he joined the group…”
It was a Christy comment, and I was practically immune. “You’ll have to ask him.”
“Do you think he’ll tell me?”
“Sure, especially if you ask the right way.”
“And how’s that?” She smirked and moistened her lips.
The little head strained against the seams of my shorts. Oh, oh, I know, I know! Pick me!
I decided to humor him, especially since Allie was fully awake now. Besides, the HVAC guy wasn’t due for at least twenty minutes. That was more than enough time for a blowjob. I unzipped my shorts and extracted the little head, which wasn’t so little anymore. He rose on tiptoe and strained for attention.
Me, me… pick me!
“That was fast!” Allie laughed.
I pulled her hand across the console. She gripped my hard-on and began stroking. I slid my hand inside her denim shirt and squeezed her breast through the crochet mesh top. It was the same one she’d worn the night before, only with a bra for modesty.
“Take this off,” I said.
“What! Here? Now?”
I nodded.
“But… my neighbors!”
“They’re all gone. The ones who work, at least. The others won’t even notice. Trust me.”
“I really shouldn’t reward bad behavior…”
“But you’re going to.”
She rolled her eyes but released my dick. He started to complain until he saw what she was doing. She peeled off the denim shirt, and we got a good look at her chest.
The mesh top followed the denim into the footwell. Allie looked around but then reached back to unclasp her bra. The cups fell away, and her breasts sagged into their normal shape.
Which is pretty nice, the little head observed in one of his thoughtful moments.
Uh-huh. And we can touch them.
Allie leaned across the console and whispered in my ear, “Is this what you want?” Her soft breasts rested on my forearm.
“That depends…” I gripped my hard-on and waved it at her. “Is this what you want?”
She rolled her eyes. “You know it is.” Then she squeezed my cock and began stroking again. “You know I have a weakness for car head, don’t you?”
“I’m not surprised.”
“Christy didn’t tell you?”
“No, but I can guess. It started with your boss? When you were eighteen?”
“Uh-huh. The first time I gave him head. We were at this concert, and we went out to his car, a sweet BMW.” Allie’s breath felt warm on my ear, her fingers firm on my cock. “It was the first time I swallowed.”
“Lucky him.”
“Lucky you,” she laughed, soft and suggestive. “I’ve been hooked ever since. But tell me… How does this help me with Mark?”
I thought quickly. “Well, he’s a lot like me. He responds to… ah… encouragement.”
“You don’t need encouragement. You need a hand.”
“Or a mouth.” I raised the steering wheel and moved my seat back.
Allie laughed at how quickly I did it. After a moment she climbed onto the passenger seat, scanned the driveway, and leaned all the way across the center console. Her breasts rested on my thigh as she shifted into a more comfortable position.
She flashed a grin when she caught me looking. Then she closed her eyes and kissed the base of my cock. I slouched in the seat, and she took the hint. She extracted my balls, one at a time, and kissed them in turn. Then she returned her lips to my shaft and planted open-mouthed kisses until she tasted pre-come at the tip. She smeared it over her lips.
I froze at the sound of a car from the street. Allie tensed to sit up.
“No, wait.”
She did.
A minivan drove past and kept going. We both relaxed.
“God, that was close.”
“Nah. She didn’t even notice us.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded and then shot a glance at my watch.
“How long do we have?”
“Fifteen minutes. Maybe. If we’re lucky.”
“We won’t need that long.” She planted another kiss on my cock and closed her eyes. “God, I’m such a slut.”
“Mmm, I know.”
She didn’t reply. Instead, she swirled her tongue around my swollen glans. Then she raised her head, lowered it again, and began sucking for real.
I stopped talking at that point, until I groaned and held her in place. She stiffened in surprise as a jet of semen hit the back of her throat. Then she moaned and relaxed. She swallowed the next spurts automatically, and I slowly released my grip on her neck.
She pulled back, milked my shaft, and aimed a final gush onto her cheek. Then she used my semen-covered glans to smear it around. Saliva and pre-come had already started to dry at the edges. A distracted part of me hoped she’d have time to clean up before the repairman arrived.
“How long?” she asked.
“Huh?”
“How long did it take? For you to come?”
I turned my watch and snorted, “Six minutes.”
“See? I told you… Mmm, and you’re still hard.”
“And you still have nine minutes. Well, eight and a half.”
“Huh… I know that number from somewhere.” She was exaggerating, although I wasn’t going to correct her. “Ah, right… here it is. Can I ride it?”
“Only if you want everyone to see. I mean, a blowjob is easy to hide.”
“Riding you isn’t,” she finished.
“Sorry.”
“Then you owe me.”
“Big time.”
“God, the bigger, the better.” She cocked her head and thought of something.
“What?”
“Mark. His dick.”
“What about it?”
“It doesn’t really stand out from the crowd. I mean, not like yours.”
“Don’t worry,” I chuckled, “he makes up for it in volume.”
“Mmm, I know. He’s like the Energizer Bunny… he keeps going and going.” She sighed and stared into the distance, and I realized she was remembering something she’d seen, not something Christy had told her.
“Hold on, how—?”
The squeal of brakes cut me off, and a repair van loomed in the rearview mirror. The driver saw me and waved. I returned it with the hand that had been resting on Allie’s back. She was still topless, but calm instead of panicked. I realized why when I glanced down. Caribbean eyes glittered with amusement.
“Saved by the bell.”
I grimaced. “Something like that.”
“D’you think you can distract him while I sneak inside and get cleaned up?”
“I should be able to.”
“There’s a reward if you do.”
“Oh?”
“Mmm hmm.” She grinned. “It’s a surprise.”
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To be continued…
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Great as always Nick.
“Well, it’s a long story. I might not finish till… I dunno… 2020!” Nice line!
