Cry "Uncle"
After living in apartments for 3 years before and after our
wedding, my wife Carole and I finally had the money saved for a
down payment on a home. That was 16 years ago and it was supposed
to be the structure girding factor to solidify our marriage and
be home to the family we would raise. Unfortunately after 4 years
of marriage Carole had enough of me and my vision of raising a
small family in a neighborhood like the ones we saw on TV shows
over our years growing up.

I had been the only guy she ever really dated in High School and
Community College and after just two years in our new home she
told me she had the itch to run off and see the world. I
convinced her, at the time, she was just having the growing pains
of facing the reality that adulthood meant settling down. While
we tried, unsuccessfully, to have children I was convinced it was
her inability to accept our situation of "parents in waiting"
that shunted her ability to get pregnant. Then came the day I got
a call from her Doctors office leaving the message that they had
transferred her prescription to a new pharmacy since the old one
was closing. Since I wasn't aware of her being on any medication,
I inquired which medication it was. The nurse replied "Azurette".

I did a little web hunting and found it was birth control and
went to her "new" pharmacy and asked to pick up her script. When
I did the package said "refill 5 of 12, 7 remaining."

The mystery of why she wasn't getting pregnant was suddenly
solved and thus began the rather rapid demise of our marriage and
relationship. Once I confronted her she informed me that she had
been on birth control since we first started living together and
never stopped it. I began to wonder what other deceptions she had
pulled off over the course of our marriage and it began the
uneasy feeling of mistrust I found so hard to live with. She made
no secret that married life was not for her and she wanted out of
the marriage and even though she did agree to go to counseling, I
never thought I could ever love and trust her as I once did.

I bought out her half of the house and our cars were in our own
names and we made the payments from our own earnings. I agreed to
split our savings and we simply changed the beneficiaries on our
individual IRA's.  More than anything she wanted out. She left me
cash poor, but in good shape to re-start my life. Luckily we both
had good jobs so there was no wanting to be "taken care of" with
an inability to "live as we were accustomed" in our married
years.

After the settlement and her moving out and taking her things and
mutual sharing of personal property we actually dated a few times
and each time I ended up back at her new condo for sex. I was
beginning to wonder if she wanted to rebuild our relationship but
while lying in bed after our last encounter she admitted to
"several indiscretions" during the last year of our marriage, but
they were just to be "sure" she wanted out. As if that wasn't
enough to slap me in the face with she told me she had slept with
20 or more guys since we split and I was her third that week. I
wanted to explode and go crazy on her, but I quietly left and
never called her again. I found out a year or more later she
wasn't around any longer. Good riddance.

I remained a bachelor ever since and that life must have been
good for me since at 39 I could easily pass for 25 and only I
know that I touch up the gray. I work out a lot and have had
several girlfriends over the years. A few have moved in and
stayed for a time, but once they learned that I WAS NOT getting
married again, they were gone. My job kept me in contact with
many "jeunes femmes sexy". I was the head electrician at the
local State University and while the younger 1st and 2nd year
students were lovely to look at, I usually only seriously flirted
or dated
grad students or doctoral candidates, as well as young faculty.
Since I had no educational contact with any of the students, I
was "allowed" to date within the student population, but was told
to be discreet and keep myself away from University sponsored
events. So, no concerts or sporting events where I might flaunt a
relationship.

I had a crew of only 2, but had a large pool of handyman drones
to draw from for any job I needed help with. Besides generator
problems, HVAC failures, and my days usually were a list of small
jobs, blown fuses, rewiring jobs, inspecting dedicated lines for
mainframes, etc. Usually by Thursday I was a little behind on my
small job list and I could delegate the simple stuff.

I had been approached by a couple of the married women in the
neighborhood for what I assume was sex, but I already knew the
pain and heartache those liaisons can cause. My one neighbor,
Nick, had already accused me of "scouting" his wife. In the
ensuing days while I was jogging I overheard him shouting at her
not to look out because "the guy you want to open your legs for"
was passing by.

I finished my run and showered and went to his door to confront
him.

"Nick, you all but accused me of pursuing your wife and I heard
the comment you shouted at your wife as I went by this morning. I
must assure you that I have no intention of seeing ANY married
woman and that beyond friendly "hello's" I didn't really know his
wife besides from neighborhood functions.

He proceeded to tell me that he knew she would go to the local
college/young adult hang-out,
a watering hole called "A Place For You and Polly" (the two
colleges in the area were U, University, and Poly, the
polytechnic school) and when he went to pick her and her
co-workers up after "ladies night" drinking,  I was always there.
With hands on his hips he waited for me to defend myself.

"Nick, I must tell you that I go to "You and Polly" at least 5
days a week, seen your wife there but once and I said a friendly
hello, that's all. If you continue to accuse your wife with your
paranoia, you may end up losing her over it. I know what broken
trust in a relationship can do, and it's near impossible to fix."

Nick was embarrassed and apparently believed me as the subject
was never brought up again. If I had any temptation to bed a
local wife, that situation alone reminded me of the pain such
things can cause. It would never happen.

My direct next door neighbors were Doug and Wendy Watson who
moved in around the time Carole and I did. They had one daughter,
Erika, whom I had seen grow from a geeky kid into a good looking,
attractive young woman. From the time she was 18 or so I was
embarrassed to see her in their above ground pool, or sunning
herself, because she was such a knock-out. She always called me
Uncle Charlie, but I had to admit that it took lots of willpower
not to ogle her.

Doug, Wendy, and Erika usually took off once the school year was
over for 2 weeks in France, where Wendy's parents lived. However
in 2013 it was not the case. Erika had just graduated from a
local 2 year college and she, along with a girlfriend, went to
Florida for a late Spring Break and would stay with her friends
Grandparents, in Dunedin. Doug and Wendy were not happy with her
decision, but since Erika was a week or so shy of her 20th
Birthday, there was little they could reasonably do. So Doug and
Wendy were off to France alone while I did my usual chore of
watching the house, feeding their cat, and making the house look
generally "lived in". They had asked me if I could pick up Erika
at the airport when her flight came in on Wednesday, and they
would be home on Friday.

Her flight was due at 4:05 so to leave work a few minutes early
was no problem. When she and her girlfriend came up the ramp in
bright, slight outfits that accented their deep tans my smile
would not be wiped off for hours.

Erika ran up and hugged me and introduced me to her equally hot
friend as her "Uncle Charley".
Her friend Mellissa (she emphasized "2 L's, like in hell, and 2
S's, like in ass") instantly started to flirt with me once Erika
told her I wasn't a "real" Uncle, but I was closer than she was
to any of her real relatives. On the way home I asked how they
enjoyed Florida whereupon Mellissa began giggling, like there was
a joke I didn't get. I asked how her grandparents accommodations
were, their closeness to the beach, and again another round of
giggling and Erika staring her down. I knew something was up and
I decided it was none of my business so I kept quiet the rest of
the way home.

I showed them into the house reminding Erika how to reset the A/C
for everyday living and showed her the schedule I had the cat on.
I made sure she was aware that we had a problem with coyotes in
the brief wooded area by our homes, so the cat should be kept in.
EnCon was trying to capture and relocate them since they were
terrorizing local dogs and cats. There was thought to be a mother
and her pack of coyote pups. When they made a kill, the frenzy
that followed was loud and hard to listen to.

There was a threat of thunder and lightning storms in the area so
I wanted to get back home and cover my patio furniture and
protect my house. I left the two girls on their own and went home
to prepare for the possible storm. I made sure there was nothing
loose that could blow or become a projectile before I poured a
scotch, rolled a joint, and sat by the picture window to watch
the storm brew.

My relaxation was quickly disturbed by a loud scream and a ruckus
from next door. I ran to the window to see 3 coyote pups in
pursuit of The Watsons cat with a frantic Erika screaming from
behind the fence.

I opened the slider to go out and try to help and Erika saw me.

"I opened the door to get her leash rope and she darted!" She
screamed at me. (With the coyote problem we had been tying the
cat to be sure it didn't stray)

The cat disappeared into the thicket and it became obvious that
it had slipped its pursuers as the pups paced the edge of the
wooded area and appeared to return to whatever sort of den they
had lived in. Erika stood at the open door and clicked a cat toy
that they used to draw the cat out when it was hidden away in the
house. It did the trick to get the cat out of hiding and it
dashed to hop the fence and get to safety, but the coyotes
outsmarted the feline and pounced.

With me hollering and Erika screaming we saw them kill the
defenseless declawed cat and drag the body away as they yelped
and fought over the potential dinner. I was pissed off at the
situation and grabbed a small handgun I use for personal
protection and walked to the edge of the thickets and woods, but
there was nothing to see. The damage had been done. I pulled the
clip and made sure nothing had chambered and put the gun and clip
in separate pockets and went to comfort Erika.

She was a little hysterical at what she had witnessed and I held
her to calm her.

"Where's Mellissa?"

"She's in the shower! Oh that fucking CAT! I hate the little son
of a bitch, but it's my Moms, and she loves it. It just darted
when I opened the door and bent to get the rope. I think it was
nervous with the stranger in the house. I'm in so much trouble
now!"

"Good Lord Erika, you're in no trouble. You couldn't help what
happened. Your Mom will be disappointed, but will certainly
understand." I said as Mellissa came down the stairs in robe with
her hair still wet.

"Holy Shit I saw it from the bathroom window! Are you OK Erika?"
She asked frantically.

"Yes, it's just my Mom will be so mad. FUCKING CAT!"

"Erika, calm down. There was nothing you could have done to
prevent it. I'll help you explain to her." I said hugging her
once again as she hugged me back.

It was apparent she had taken off any bra she might have had on
and her breasts pressed against me became quite obvious. That
with seeing the foxy Mellissa in her little robe, that hid
little, had my mind in places it didn't belong.

I stepped towards the slider that the cat had escaped from and
said, "Alright now Erika. Nothing else you can do. I'm going to
get home before the storm starts. Call if you need anything."

I heard Mellissa say under her breath, "Anything?" as Erika shot
her a look. I acted as if I hadn't heard.

"Holy Shit!" I thought to myself as I trotted across the yards,
"The 2 of them are like swimsuit models, only prettier!"

I no more than got in the house when the rain started coming down
in Dixie cup size drops. It was like a wall of water that stopped
as soon as it started, but the sky was still ominous. I noticed
as I filled my lungs with the electrified air that it was
abnormally calm, but I quickly lost that breath as a tree was
struck and split by lightning at the edge of our properties. The
thunder crash and lightning flash was unsettling as it seemed
time stopped and then a second flash and crash from close by sent
the electricity off leaving everything dark and quiet. The heavy
clouds made it feel like late twilight and downright spooky.

I was about to go to my back-up generator and make sure it was
starting when there was another close hard strike and boom, the
vibrations of which caused the earlier struck and split tree to
fall hard across the Watsons chain link fence and coming within 2
or 3 feet of their house.

It was then I was aware of the screams coming from Erika and
Mellissa next door. The girls were in panic mode for sure and I
was weighing if it was safe enough for me to go over and see if
all was OK. My cell rang and I saw it was Erika.

"Can we come over, there are more trees taller than that right
there, and I'm petrified!"

"Of course, but wait until there is a break in storm. Stay in the
front of the house and before you leave you should go in the
basement and throw the main power switch off. It's just at the
bottom of the stairs. I helped your Dad put it in. It's a gray
box with a red handle, just pull it down." I instructed her.

"I'm not going down there, it's dark!" She cried.

"ERIKA! Grow the fuck up and do something for yourself and your
parents. Use your cell phone to light your way, you don't even
have to go all the way down! Quit being a fucking baby! Also, DO
NOT open the refrigerator or freezer." I shouted back at her,
sick of her acting like a defenseless kitten.

Just then I heard my generator fire up and begin to sputter
before the engine began to hum from the little open shed I built
for it beside the Bilco door. A few of my lights came on and I
heard the refrigerator begin to cycle again. I usually ran the
fridge, stove, TV, computer, and 4 outlets in the house. Any more
than that, or sometime a little less depending the season, and it
really taxed the unit. When I went to the window there were no
street lights, and it was dark enough in the storm for them to
trip, for as far as I could see and up the side of the hill where
there were numerous townhouses. Being that widespread usually
meant we were in for a long haul of at least a couple to 4 or 5
hours, usually wires downed by trees.

The wind was whipping again and hail was added to the rain making
me glad I got my car under the carport. Then came the crash of
another Pine, a 50 or so foot pitch pine on the edge of the
Watson property. Not tall enough to reach their house, but enough
to make you wonder about the larger ones behind it. Many pines
grow roots out and not so much down so when they achieved a
certain height they became vulnerable to wind in their tops.

As soon as the hail stopped I saw Watsons front door open and the
2 girls were running towards my house under a large blanket they
held to protect them from hail and other wind borne matter. I ran
to the side slider off the carport and let them in.

"We can't stay there Uncle Charley. Too dangerous!" Erika
shouted.

I just nodded my head in agreement and got them in. When the
blanket came off of them it was apparent they were ready to lie
in for the evening when the storm hit. Both wore light cotton
loose pants and tee's. A quick look told me they were braless and
each of them wore thongs or no panties at all. I wasn't quite
bold enough to check their fronts, already uncomfortable from the
start.

We all sat across from the picture window on the sofa to watch
the storm as I looked for a conversation starter.

"So Mellissa, your grandparents live in Dunedin, I assume you
spent time on Clearwater Beach, right across the cove." I said
trying to get our minds off the storm since there was nothing we
could do about anything until it waned.

Instantly Mellissa started to giggle again, like I wasn't in on
some joke. And it was pissing me off.

"Okay, you two, what is it that I'm not supposed to know that
Mellissa thinks is so funny. I might seem like a dumb old guy to
you, but I still feel like a kid. 40 isn't 80 and I happen to
hang around with loads of college age people, so I'm not quite a
relic. What's going on?"

Mellissa's face turned white for a second as her eyes widened.

"You're 40? Holy shit I thought you were 25 or 28 or so. I've
been telling Erika what a hot uncle she has and she kept telling
me to stop checking you out."

"Mellissa! Oh my God! You know he's good friends with MY
PARENTS!" Erika said in a panic.

"He's cool Erika, there's a glass of booze with rolled joint by
his recliner." Mellissa said to her defending herself.

Erika looked at me and I was embarrassed, but not ashamed of the
fact I got high from time to time. A scotch and a joint made me
sleep like a baby.

"Really Uncle Charlie? You get high? I keep thinking of you as
like my Dad, you know age wise." Erika said.

"Erika, I don't have the family responsibilities your Dad has and
I hang with a lot of younger people, sort of refusing to grow up,
while I can. Most people my "age" are married. After Carole left
me I decided to go back to my bachelors life and I enjoy myself.
As far as being "cool", you know I would always keep quiet to
your parents if I thought you were doing something questionable.
You're grown up enough to be talked to face to face without going
through your "Mommy and Daddy"."

"Just tell him so we can stop acting so simple." Mellissa said.

"No, be quiet big mouth!" Erika scolded.

"He knows you're hot, he knows you're no saint, he's checked us
BOTH out! Don't be a baby! We didn't stay at my grandparent's
house. They really don't have much room." Mellissa blurted out.

Erika turned red with embarrassment. "We stayed at the Hyatt in
Clearwater with a couple guys we met at a school conference."

"Girls, I don't care what you did. You're both grown up, it's
just you shouldn't have lied to your parents, but I can
understand why. It's just if anything ever happened to you, your
parents would be distraught over the circumstances." I said
looking at her sort of fatherly before I came to another
realization. "Holy Shit, The Hyatt!! That's probably $500 a night
on Clearwater this time of year!"

"Uncle Charley, the guys weren't rapists or anything. It was just
partying, celebrating our freedom before we had to go home and
start acting like adults. We'll probably never see them again. It
was fun. You won't say anything to my parents?" Erika said
worried.

"Of course not! Everybody needs to get out and let their hair
down, as long as you're careful." I said assuring her.

"Well, we were careful. I knew their names and addresses and
showed them a letter I mailed to my PO Box that explained what we
were doing, and who we were with. I'm not naïve or stupid." She
said trying to act grown up for me.

"Just drunk and horny!" Mellissa said cackling like a monkey.

Erika flushed with embarrassment, but I assured her. "Erika, I
don't find anything wrong with what happened or what you did. If
it means anything to you, I took one of last year's Doctoral
graduates to Myrtle Beach for a week last year. Right now only
me, and you two, and her know about it. I'm not a saint either.
As long as nobody gets hurt, getting away and getting your freak
on is probably good for a soul, as long as you're not married or
committed to anyone. As far as your parents go, of course they
would be concerned and upset, but if you had your own children
you would be the same way."

"Okay, Uncle Charlie. I just didn't want you to think I was a bad
girl. I may do some naughty things but I think I'm pretty
normal." Erika said hugging me.

"So, why don't we smoke that joint?" Mellissa asked.

"Go ahead, if you want to." I said figuring they knew what they
were doing.

Mellissa picked up a lighter from the coffee table and went to
get the joint by my easy chair.
Erika leaned into me and whispered, "She thinks you're hot and
wants to give you head. I bet her she couldn't get you to."

"How much?"

"Twenty bucks."

"If she can make it happen, I'll pay your debt."  I said with a
chuckle.

Erika looked at me astonished. "Really? Uncle Charlie!"

I looked to be sure Mellissa couldn't hear me. "Look, you went
all the way to Florida to get laid, if I can get it delivered on
a silver platter, why shouldn't I? I AM a man, you know."

"I know but, I think of you as Dad's friend Uncle Charlie who
used to bring me to get ice cream, played a clown on my birthday,
fixed my bike when it broke, . . . all that stuff!" She
whimpered.

"You were a little girl then. Now, you're a full grown beautiful
woman. Don't think that if you offered I would turn you down,
except for the fact that I love and respect your Mom and Dad.
Your "Uncle Charlie" has checked out your rack and your ass more
than once." I admitted.

Mellissa was standing back a ways still dragging hard on the
joint, Erika just whispered, "Alright, I understand."

"I hope you're planning on sharing that!" I said to Mellissa who
was still holding a lung full of smoke as she handed it to me.

I took a long drag and handed it to Erika who also filled her
lungs with the good smoke.

We passed it back and forth, now oblivious to the storm (which
was waning as far as rain, but the wind was still strong), and
sat back on the sofa in a long stare out the picture window.
After about 10 minutes where the 3 of us just vegged, Erika spoke
up.

"I'm hungry." Then she chuckled.

"I'm horny." Mellissa piped in.

I made all 3 of us burst into idiotic laughter by saying "I'm
hungry and horny."

After the laughter died we got quiet for a few more minutes until
I said, "There's Macaroni and Cheese casserole in the fridge. We
just have to heat it up in the oven, it's induction/convection so
it will go fast."

"I'll do it." Erika said, at my house enough to be familiar with
it.

She just stood up and looked to Mellissa who said, "I do her. . .
but we're both straight, just too horny sometimes."

"MELLISSA!! Oh FUCK, Thanks!" Erika said looking at me red faced.

"Calm down sweetie, it's no big deal. Looking at how beautiful
you both are I sort of assumed you two did some exploring. A man
could hardly resist either of you, and beauty knows beauty." I
slurred as Erika plopped down ready to cry.

"Erika, I think no less of you now as when I picked you up at the
airport. Was I supposed to think you never had sex and never got
horny?" I said hugging her and kissing her forehead.

Erika put a big stoned pout on her face and got up again and went
to the kitchen to heat up the casserole. I heard her open a beer
and then she called out asking if we wanted one as well.

We both assented and she brought them in and went back to the
kitchen.

Mellissa chuckled a little and it was obvious her mind was a 1000
miles away.

"We must have gotten laid a 100 times this week."

I replied, "So you must be very satisfied."

After a long pause she said, "Not quite, I'd love to suck your
dick. My pussy is too sore for sex after last night, but dick
makes me happy."

"What makes you so bold?" I asked while grinning at her.

"I'm not such a slut when I'm home, but this vacation has the
rest of today before I move out of my dorm and get back to Lake
Placid. My Dad is coming down with a trailer tomorrow. So, a slut
I remain for the rest of the day."

"If that happens, how do you get yours?" I wondered, staring her
down.

"Either my fingers, or maybe Erika's, but I doubt she'll do
anything with you here. The rest of my junk is too sore for
anything else." She said, sort of slipping into a dreamy sort of
voice.

"This is almost ready!" Erika called from the kitchen.

"So is he! I think it's on!" Mellissa called out.

I stood right up and went to the kitchen and winked at Erika who
was shaking her head as she walked back to the front room and
looked to see if the power had come back on yet. It hadn't.

We all dug in the casserole and part way through Mellissa got 3
more beers and went to her purse and pulled out a joint of her
own. She lit it and took 3 big hits and passed it. When it got to
Erika she set it in an ash tray.

"Hey, pass it back." Mellissa said.

"No, you're going to embarrass yourself enough and humiliate me
as it is." Erika said.

"Erika honey," Mellissa said, "If we ALL get sexy it will be fun
for all of us, and you don't have to touch "Uncle Charlie" at
all. Remember the fun we had this week? There won't be four of
us, but we'll have fun, our last day as sluts."

Erika blushed and said, "It was ME who said we would be sluts for
vacation, but I'm home now."

"No you're not. Your home is next door. Vacation is ALMOST over."
Mellissa said as Erika made a snotty face at her.

"Listen you two," I said getting both of their attentions. "I
thought we were going to have a little stoner sex on the spur of
the moment where no one gets hurt and life continues unruffled.
Clearly, that isn't going to be the case. Erika, you think
Mellissa has ruined my image of you, and I can tell you it
hasn't. I knew you grew up and one look at you tells me that
you're a vibrant sexual woman. Being thrust into a somewhat dire
situation makes unlikely things happen to smooth out the wrinkles
and make things normal in our heads. Let's just ride out the rest
of the storm and all stay friends."

Erika looked relieved for a moment but then picked up the joint
and relit it, taking 3 long hits.

"Oh fuck it. If I'm still on vacation and nobody here cares if
I'm a slut for a few more hours, let's get ripped. I don't even
know if I'm going to have a place to go if another tree comes
down."

She passed the joint to Mellissa and then she to me to finish it.
We ate the rest of the casserole and Mellissa got the last 3
beers from the refrigerator. At that point I really thought we
might all just fall asleep right there in the kitchen chairs, but
suddenly Mellissa got up and took off her tee shirt top.

"I'm hot. I'm going to the living room." She said as she slinked
towards the sofa.

If large conical dark nippled hanging breasts were graded on a 10
scale, hers were 12's at least.

It's not like I live in a world where bare breasted women
casually walk around, especially one who have made it known to me
that she wanted to have oral sex with me. So, naturally, my jaw
dropped at seeing her and I'm sure my outward shock was apparent.

"She is beautiful, isn't she?" Erika said, almost to no one, as
if that statement of fact needed affirmation.

I looked back to her and looked at her for, perhaps the first
time, as a sexual being who definitely understood what the feral
sexuality of a moment could be.

"The first time we saw each other in casual nudity we went to
each other." Erika said, embarrassed to admit it, but clearly
with inhibitions at ease with the pot.

"I can understand that." I whispered still watching her hips sway
as she made her way to the sofa.

"I'm not a lesbian, she's the only woman I've . . . . ."

"Stop Erika," I said. " I understand. When you love someone as a
friend and they present themselves in such a stark manner it
would be easy to understand."

Erika started to tear up saying, "I'm not ashamed. While watching
her make love in Florida you couldn't help but stare and want to
join in. Even the guy I was with, who thought I was every bit as
beautiful, would look away from me sometimes. But then I caught
her watching me as well. The whole week was such an awakening."

"We've all had those awakenings. We never know when they are
going to happen, and no one even tells us that they exist, but
they do." I said.

"Am I still your "little punkin" like when I was little?"

"Of course."

"No matter what happens tonight?"

"Don't worry."

"Remember when my Mom and Dad had to go that wedding and Grandma
took care of me and you brought me to and from school?" She
asked, waxing nostalgic.

"You were in 8th grade and the older boys on the bus were
harassing you."

"Right, they had been trying to get me in the back of the bus to
feel me up. I remember you told me when you picked me up that if
anyone bothered me at school to point them out when you picked me
up and you would talk to them. You made me feel safe and I even
told one kid that if he touched me my Uncle Charlie would beat
the shit out of him. I was almost hoping they might try
something. I knew you had my back. When my Dad got home from
their trip he met with the school and got those boys in trouble,
but I was already protected, by YOU! My Uncle Charlie." She said
reaching out and patting my hand.

Then Erica stood up and crossed her arms taking the bottom of her
tee and lifted it over her head and smiled at me and walked to
the living room to join Mellissa on the sofa.

I was dumbfounded as to what to do. I just knew I wanted to see
these two pairs of incredible breasts together. I got up and went
to the sofa and Mellissa had drawn the curtains (thankfully) and
she and Erika were boobs to boobs necking.

They broke their kiss and Mellissa patted the cushion next to her
and I sat there. She went back to kissing Erika for a minute or
two while turning a bit to put a hand over my junk. She rubbed me
up and down for a moment and then sat back. She scooted her butt
a little towards Erika and bent over me, rubbing her face on the
front of my pants. Little by little she used her hands to get to
the snap on my pants and then drew down my zipper and sat up.

"Take them down for me, would'ja?"

I moved anxiously to push my pants and underwear down below my
knees and before I sat back up straight she had me in her mouth.
She felt heavenly and I slinked one hand under her to weigh one
of her tits in my hand. She immediately sat up setting my dick
free of her mouth.

"That drives me crazy, but be assured you are NOT going to fuck
me. My pussy is still so sore from getting fucked by 2 huge cocks
for a good part of last night." She said quietly, nonchalantly
before leaning back over and engulfing me in her mouth again.

When she bent back over I was looking right at Erika, her big
perfect tits and all.

"I couldn't take anymore, I gave her my guy." She said as if to
attest to her claim.

Between being a little drunk, pretty stoned, and getting a
beautiful blowjob, neither Mellissa's nor Erika's words didn't
really sink in for a few seconds. Then suddenly it hit me that
these two guys may have DP'ed Mellissa. But then, as if reading
my mind Mellissa popped up again and stood, shucked off the light
cotton pajama-like pants and tiny panty and knelt between my
legs.

She took my cock back in her hand and drizzled spit on the head,
using the other hand as if to polish it, rubbing the middle of
her palm over and over it. She looked up at me and smiled.

"You have a nice cock. I wish I could fuck you. But two guys
taking turns at me had me raw. They wanted my ass, but that
wasn't happening with those horse cocks."

Then she leaned forward and began to pump her head up and down
quite deeply. The girl had skills. I threw my head back and
closed my eyes enjoying the thrill of her sucking when I felt
Erika had moved off the sofa. When I opened my eyes I saw she had
taken off her pants and underwear and just stood and watched us
for a second. Then she knelt beside her friend and rubbed her
hands over the perfect globes of her ass before resting her head
on Mellissa's back watching her head bobbing on my dick. In the
meantime her hand went over Mellissa's crack and under,
presumably to her clit, and it was obvious she was oscillating
her fingers.

Mellissa's sucking began to get more frantic, she was getting me
but she raised her head from my slick dick saying, "You've been a
gentleman Charlie, no hands on the back of my head, no abusing
me. Cum in my mouth and I'll spit it into my underwear, fair
enough?"

I had no answer for her. I wasn't into holding a woman's head or
forcing her down, or cumming on her face, or even asking her to
swallow (what did that prove?). None of that seemed sexy and
that's all this was, a sexual act and she wanted to please me and
I know she was enjoying it.

As she set about to fellate me with her mouth and her hands on my
balls she jerked and shuddered, Erika's ministrations had made
her cum and it made her more determined to get me to my end. Her
tongue seemed to stiffen under my shaft and her strokes got
longer. The end was here!

I shot a couple good shots into her mouth and I know I pulsed
more and more over her tongue after my initial eruptions. When I
seemed to have finished she pulled up her head and picked her
thong out of her pants that were rolled on the floor. She let my
load flow into it, and then spit, but still holding my cock. She
aimed it at her mouth again and sucked on me a bit more until she
was sure I was done. She spit one more time into her thong and
then rolled up the mess and shoved into the pockets of her pants.
She came one more time, her eyes rolling back for a moment before
smiling at me and then sitting up, displacing Erika, who
instantly sought out her lips to kiss. They necked for a moment.
Let me tell you, two beautiful women on their knees kissing with
their perfect breasts pressed together were enough to keep me
interested, for sure.

Their kiss and hug was short lived as they both fell back to
sitting cross-legged on the floor and looking at me. I thought
Erika might run away embarrassed, but she faced reality about
what I knew now.

"So you girls had a bit of a marathon last night, huh?"  I said
to break the ice.

"I'm not built to get laid that many times in one day, and this
one guy could last forever. I gave up and he went to Mellissa and
she had both of them taking turns." Erika said with a chuckle
shaking her head.

"Come to find out, I wasn't built for it either, at least with
condoms. That's what rubs you raw." Mellissa commented.

"How did you meet these guys?" I wondered.

"There was a job fair at LVCC and there was a discussion forum
about using your college degree to find the job that suits you.
We were the only two in the last group of the day and they were
tired and invited us to dinner to talk it all over. We got
talking about Clearwater Beach they propositioned us. One guys
brother is a DM for Hyatt and got them a Suite for a week. We had
all of their information and checked them out. My grandparents
were going to be our safety room if it didn't work out. We just
didn't know they both had horse cocks." Mellissa said crudely.

"OK! The reality of talking like this with my tits and ass
hanging out in front of my Uncle Charlie is hitting me. I'm
getting dressed." Erika said as she picked up her things and ran
to the bathroom.

Mellissa dressed in front of me and went and washed out the thong
she used for a "napkin" for spitting cum. I finally stood and
pulled up my undershorts and shorts. Then I checked outside and
the storm had subsided and I saw lights beginning to go on in the
area. It wasn't another 2 or 3 minutes when the generator kicked
off, my lights all flashed and went back to normal.

When I pointed to her house with the streetlight on Erika smiled
and called out, "Come on Mellissa, we can go home and stop
bothering Uncle Charlie."

"I somehow think my blowjob passed the time quite well for him."
She giggled, but Erika was too much back in the neighbor's
daughter mode to think it was funny.

Erika hugged me and thanked me for rescuing them. I gave her a
flashlight to see in the stair well enough to turn the main power
switch back on. Mellissa came over and hugged me and whispered,
"Too bad we're leaving. I probably would have been ready for you
by morning."

I just smiled and patted her lovely ass and watched them both
walk across the lawn into the darkness until I saw the lights
come back on in the house. By morning I was sure I could convince
myself that this was all a dream, but a nice dream it was.

Today, July 1st was the one year anniversary of that little tryst
and a word has not been spoken about it between Erika and I and
although I saw Mellissa drive to pick up Erika a few times, she
never even waved to me. However today I made my usual stop at "A
Place For You and Polly" and got my regular Happy Hour two for
one Sam's Summer Ale, but the bartender came over and put an ugly
drink in front of me, the color of coffee with a dollop of
whipped cream.

"What's this?" I asked.

"A Baileys and Amaretto shooter, with whipped cream. It's called
a "Blowjob". Those two girls sent it over." He said pointing to
two cute asses swaying their way out the door.

I knew who they were before Mellissa turned and gave me a little
wave and wink