Part 1 - Chapter Nine
Maria and Friends: Bonding Party
"Don't," Rocky snapped when Maria got up to answer the knock at the door. "We're
closed."
"I called out for pizza," Maria grinned. "Call upstairs and tell Shirley to get
her butt down here if she wants some." She opened the door and disgustedly spat
out, "Ah, shit."
"What's wrong?" Kat asked. Maria's tone worried her.
"My tip was going to be a naked dance," Maria grumbled as she led a very
embarrassed young woman to the tables. Everyone pounced on the boxes as soon as
the pizza delivery girl slid them out of the warmer.
"Maybe she'd like a tittie dance anyway. It's not just guys who like to look at
women, you know," Jane teased as she wiped pizza sauce and a string of cheese
from her chin with her fingertips, then licked them clean.
"Ah, no, thank you," the girl sputtered. "That'll be sixty-six ten, please."
"I'll get it. I should have gotten something for everybody yesterday," Kat said,
peeling off four twenty-dollar bills.
"That's OK," Maria said, picking pepperoni from the box and stacking it on her
slice of thick crust. "You weren't expecting such a big crowd. You were
surprised. I do have a couple of favors to ask, though."
"Anything," Kat told her.
"Can we flop in the empty apartment upstairs? Rat, Charli, and me, at least."
"It's full of junk," Kat told her. "And it's not safe. No fire escape, smoke
alarm, sprinkler, or anything."
"We'll be careful. Just for a little while," Maria begged. "My roommate moved in
with her boyfriend and I had to let my apartment go and Charli has no place to
stay and I bet Rat doesn't want to go home either. It'll only be a few weeks,
max'."
Kat looked at Rocky. He shrugged, then nodded. "OK. But get your own place by
the first of the year."
"Agreed," Maria smiled. "Thanks. Now let's party."
"I'm pooped," Melissa complained.
"I know," Maria said. "But let's have a pajama party minus the pajamas, just us
girls and Tom and Rocky if Kat'll let him play. How about it, Kat?"
"Hands off my man," she frowned at Maria.
"Darn. I wanted to get my hands _ON_ him. Oh, well. You don't mind, do you,
Tom?"
One crooked front tooth gave character to the old man's smile. "What do you have
in mind, young lady?"
"Come with me and I'll show you," Maria said, standing next to the elderly black
gentleman. She smiled mischievously as she held her crooked arm away from her
body. Tom gallantly placed her forearm on his. "Let's check the accommodations.
It'll be fun. Come on everybody."
"Be right there," Melissa said, closing a pizza box to make it easier to carry.
"I thought you were tired," Jane grumbled.
"I've been an outcast for like forever and now I feel, well, like I kind of
belong here. We worked our butts off ever since we graduated and got nowhere.
Things are looking up if I make half what I made tonight on other nights. I want
to celebrate. Come on, you guys."
The others followed even though they showed less enthusiasm. Rocky fetched a key
from his apartment, apologizing for the mess as he opened the door and gave
Maria the key. Maria wasn't disappointed. The old mattress and box springs
stored against the living room wall were usable. So was the sofa, even though a
piece of scrap wood took the place of one front leg. Extra chairs were stacked
in the room, too.
The radiator clanged and hissed as it worked to keep the apartment comfortable.
An early December storm was blowing outside. Denni went down to the mezzanine to
get candles since the only lamp in the apartment had no bulb. She used the split
swizzle stick that she had kept in her fuzzy flat top to hold matches and light
a half dozen candles.
"Time for party games," Maria chirped.
"Before I do anything else, I need a shower," Kit told Maria.
"That's the first game. Here. Take one but don't open it yet," Maria said. She
held out eight sticky notes that were folded so the weak adhesive held them
closed. "Since you won't let us play with Rocky, you two are out," Maria told
her boss. "Everybody else take one. Yeah, you too, Tom." Once everyone had a
yellow slip, Maria explained, "We're going to conserve water and energy. That
way we'll all get a hot shower. Open your note and see who you're going to
shower with."
"Oh, no!" Charli objected before she even got a slip. "No way."
"Come on, guys. It'll be fun. You don't have to have sex or even do anything but
wash, OK? I know it's a little kinky, but so what? We've been dancing naked all
night. Come on. Be a little adventurous."
Jane asked, "What if we get our own name?"
"I guess you get to shower alone. Look, this isn't that big a thing. It'll be
fun. You and Rocky ought to take a shower together, too," Maria told Kat. "This
isn't a sex thing." Then she snickered. "But I'd be lying if I didn't admit I'm
kind of hoping Jane and Tom get paired up."
"No way," Jane snapped.
"Why not? Tom's nice. I said it isn't sex but it's sure sexy. Have you ever
washed a guy's hard-on?"
"What makes you think I can even get it up?" Tom asked.
"Because MM makes me look at crotches," Maria said, her eyes looking down shyly.
"I see. Well, I am afraid that you failed to think this through," the old
gentleman told Maria. "Not only can someone pick her own name, there may be no
pairs at all."
"Oh, but, see, well... Shit."
"The solution is easy. Only four pick. If someone picks their own name, they
draw again and if they pick one of the people who has already chosen, same
thing," Tom suggested.
"So who picks?" Melissa asked. "I'll be first so I could get anybody."
"Use those," Tom said, pointing to a pair of large furry dice in the corner.
"I remember those," Rocky laughed. "I got a ticket for 'dangling objects' when
those were on my rear view mirror."
"Low or high?" Kit asked.
"The four lowest rolls," Tom suggested. "But if you get one, you choose right
away. I'll roll first." The fuzzy die he rolled stopped on 6. "Guess I won't
choose."
"Me next," Melissa squealed, grabbing the foam filled cube and rolling it.
"Yeah!" she cheered herself when one spot showed. "Everybody give Maria their
slips so I can see who I shower with."
"I can't believe I'm still here," Denni grumbled.
"I have nowhere else to go," Charli whispered, handing Maria her yellow slip.
Maria held the eight slips out. Mel closed her eyes and grabbed three, swishing
her fingers until two fell to the floor. Slowly, she peeled the edges apart and
opened the slip. "I was afraid of that," she said softly, turning the paper so
everyone else could see.
"Yes!" Jane shouted. Then the feminine black girl scrunched herself into a
little ball of embarrassment and hid her face.
Melissa laughed. "You guys know Jane's gay. She and Denni and I have been
friends since ninth grade even though Denni and I are straight. She always
wanted to seduce us, and we, well, we're always teasing each other about it.
She's always promised that one day she'd get us naked and show us how good it
could be. She finally got to Denni because of a bet. She's never touched me,
though."
"Looks like she gets to touch tonight. How many women have you made love with?"
Maria asked Jane.
Jane sat on the floor with her chin resting on her knees and her arms circling
her legs. "Truthfully? Just Denni and she didn't give back, but I've known since
I was like ten that guys don't turn me on and girls do."
"It isn't so much men or women that turn me on," Maria said. "It's situations
and stuff. I get turned on when I'm embarrassed and when I'm helpless. The most
turned on I've ever been was when I was tied up and helpless. It was women who
got me off but I would have been just as turned on if it was a guy. Or guys."
"Let's get that shower," Rocky suggested to his wife in a husky whisper. She
rose and left with him.
"Go ahead and get cleaned up, you two. Leave the door open," Maria told them.
"We want to see that you don't do anything too nasty. There's safety in numbers.
One reason I got so turned on being helpless was because everyone there was my
friend and I loved and trusted them. When I get married, I'm going to be scared
shitless the first time my husband ties me up."
"I just can't see you letting someone tie you up," Rat said.
"For me, it's just _SO_ hot," Maria sighed. "I'm kinky. I told Kit how I can't
get off because of guilt and thinking sex is a sin. I had to invent Mental
Mistress to tell me what to do. It works for me. It's the only way I can get
off. You wouldn't believe how jealous I am of you, Denni."
"Me?"
"Yeah. You get off so easy."
"But I'm a freak. Anything that rubs me gets me, well... It's not hot like
sexual, it's like a real problem. It's purely physical, see? I want more than
that."
"Just like teenage boys," Tom broke in. "Guys go through a time when anything
that touches his cock gives him a hard-on. We're all afraid we'll get hard at
the wrong time and somebody'll think we're queer. I made a mess in my drawers
more then once from just the rubbing of a button fly."
"That's kind of it," Denni agreed. "I get the spasms and cum but it's not that
great without the loving and caresses and kisses and stuff. For me, those
orgasms are just annoying."
"I should be annoyed like that," Rat said. "I diddle my love button for an hour
and I still can't get off. The only thing that's ever worked for me is a
vibrator and even that takes forever."
"I never got off at all until my friends made me have one. That was just last
summer," Maria revealed.
"What's crazy is how easy I get warmed up," Rat said. "I feel sexy and turned on
quick just from thinking about doing sexy things. It's getting over the top,
getting the big-O."
"Hey!" Jane yelled from the bathroom door. "Got any towels?"
"I'll get some," Kit offered, heading for her apartment while Jane and Melissa
dripped on the bathroom tiles.
"You guys didn't even look," Melissa complained.
"Did you get off?" Rat asked.
"No, but it was nice."
"Like Maria and me," Kit said as she handed over a stack of bath towels with a
face cloth on top. "We showered together last night. I thought she was trying to
seduce me."
"I was. But you were so up tight and so tired that I'd never have been able to
get you off," Maria said. "Like I said, you turn me on. But I'm in no hurry. We
have lots of time."
"Maybe we'll get each other."
"Maybe. Who has the... OK, roll," Maria told Rat. The die showed two spots when
it stopped against Maria's knee. Maria rolled next and got four. So did Denni
when she rolled. Kit got a three and so did Charlie. "Guess you get to pick,"
Maria said, presenting the remaining slips.
Rat would never admit her fears. She quickly chose a slip from the middle.
"Tom," she said, blushing.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," Tom said softly.
"I know. I want to. I... I... I've never been with a man."
"So?" Maria interrupted. "How many virgins here, huh?" Everyone except Tom, Kit,
and Charli raised a hand. "I'm only technically a virgin. I've given head and
got guys off in my butt and between my boobs."
"Doesn't that hurt?" Rat asked.
"What? A tittie fuck?"
"No. I mean up the butt."
"Not if you're ready for it," Maria said. "I know at least one gal who really
gets off on anal sex. For me, it's OK. I like the full feeling but I only climax
if I get direct clitoral [Image] stimulation. Well, go on, you two. There are
more funky bodies here that need a shower."
"You don't have to..."
"I'm not going to chicken out," Rat snapped at Tom, quickly dragging her panty
down her legs.
"I may," Tom said softly. "I... This is a dream come true but I still feel like
I'm being unfaithful to my wife."
"Would she have wanted you to stay single, to never have another relationship?"
Rat asked Tom quietly and seriously. Then she perked up and loudly announced,
"We're just going to wash each other. This is for fun, not some serious
relationship, right?"
Tom smiled and wobbled to his feet to begin taking off his clothes. Rat went to
help. Maria thought that they looked cute together. Rat was pale and several
inches taller then her shower partner. Tom's skin was wrinkled and had lightened
with age, but he was still dark. "You're not cut," Rat squealed with delight
when Tom's cock poked through the slit in the front of his boxers.
"One hundred percent natural organic ingredients," he joked. He offered his arm
and Rat took it for the short trip to the shower. He walked carefully, leaving
his cane leaning against the chair.
--==*==--
Melissa and Jane's shower was silent; the only sound the others heard was water
pelting tiles. Rat and Tom were vocal. As the others talked in the cluttered
living room, they heard sounds from the bathroom. "You are a dream come true."
"Is my dream going to cum?" "Damn, that feels good." "Oooh, that feels nice." "I
think I like older men." Giggles. "Let me." More giggles and a masculine groan,
then female moans emanated from the shower.
"I guess I shouldn't judge people by looks," Maria told Denni as she gave the
big teenager a foot massage. "I figured you were a dyke because of your vest and
flattop and stuff."
"My hair's totally nappy and kinky. I can never do anything with it even with
hair relaxers, so I cut it off. It's really easy to take care of when it's this
short."
"I'm like Sampson. I'd die if you cut off my hair," Maria grinned, then turned.
"I didn't figure you for gay, Jane. You look so female."
"I am," Jane shot back. "I like female, both being female and making love to
females. Feminine women turn me on, not masculine dykes."
"You've only had one lover," Maria noted. Then she giggled. "And I thought she
was a dyke. Jane, you're kind of young to be so sure about your sexuality."
"Oh, I'm sure. I've never felt anything for boys but disgust."
"I was afraid you'd _all_ find me disgusting," Old Tom said, standing with Rat,
naked.
"Well, it's what's inside that counts," Maria said. "But your outside is pretty
good for what, sixty something?"
"Seventy-one," he smiled, proud of himself.
"And he can still get it up," Rat announced. She looked very different. Her hair
was light brown with a reddish tint with the dye and wax washed out. It hung
like a stringy mop around her head. Maria noted that the color was too even to
be natural and looked at the teenager's pubic patch of strawberry colored fuzz
to confirm her suspicion.
"I don't get it up like I used to," Tom sighed. "When I was your age, I'd have
been hard just looking at and thinking about you lovely ladies."
"Come on, Charli. It's our turn," Kit told the chubby white girl.
"I can't believe I'm so nervous," Charli blushed. "I've never showered with
anyone before."
"Neither had I until last night. Maria dragged me into the shower. I was afraid
she was going to try to seduce me." They walked side by side to the bathroom
without touching.
"I was," Maria laughed loudly. "You still turn me on. Actually, everything about
working with you and Kat turns me on. Dancing naked is a kick. And Rocky is _SO_
cute. Tom, can I suck your cock? Please? I love feeling a man get hard in my
mouth."
"Here? Now?"
"I have a thing for older men," Maria smiled. "The only man I ever let fuck me
was a friend's husband who was over fifty. He did my ass so I'd still
technically be a virgin. He was so gentle. I really got off on it."
"I really have died and gone to heaven," the old man laughed.
"Don't you dare die on me," Maria scowled at him. "You don't have a bad heart or
something, do you?"
"No, just bad knees and hip joints, as far as I know."
"You haven't, you know." Maria suddenly felt uncertain. "Tom, don't be offended,
please. But are you safe? You haven't, you know, been promiscuous or with
prostitutes or anything, have you?"
"I was married for over forty years and I was faithful for every one of them.
Maybe I better ask about you, though."
"You have every right," Maria admitted. "I haven't exactly been acting like a
shy virgin, have I? I really am, though. I've only seen or touched a few cocks,
and they were either in a rubber or they'd been tested so I knew they were safe.
Only one cock ever came inside me. I already told Kit about my Mental Mistress
who orders me around. Maybe I told you, too. I don't remember. Anyway, if I had
my way, I'd be tied up so I'm not responsible for what happens. I get off on it.
I sometimes like spankings, too. Psychologically, I'm submissive."
"Bull shit," Kit said. "You're a take-charge go-getter if I ever saw one."
"That's just MM."
"And MM is you. You are a strong, vital, smart, sexy..."
"Do you really think I'm sexy?" Maria teased, sounding hopeful.
"You know you are."
"And I'm ignoring our guest. Did you wash under his foreskin?" Maria asked Rat.
"You'll find every part of Mister Tom is clean," Rat giggled. "I kind of went
exploring. You guys may figure I'm experienced or something, but I'm a virgin,
too. Yours was the first adult prick I ever touched." She scooted over on the
sofa to kiss the old man while Maria knelt and lifted his flaccid cock to her
lips. Rat broke the kiss and told Tom, "You really turned me on. You sure know
how to use those old fingers of yours."
"Ought too," he sighed deeply, thrusting into Maria's mouth. "I told you... I
was... married... Oh, my..."
"I was wondering if it's the same with a woman," Rat said, running her fingers
through Maria's hair as she watched the Latina move her head up and down on the
growing cock. Rat looked toward Jane and continued, "Ever since I heard that
you're gay, I've wondered what it would be like with a woman, you know?"
"And I've wanted to touch your rings." Jane was glassy eyed with lust.
"I'm busy right now but we have all night," Rat told the black lesbian. Tom's
body fascinated Rat, the curly gray hair on his chest, the bareness of his
slight paunch, the wrinkles where his neck met his shoulder. "I'm going to have
to get a white boy friend, too. Look at our nipples. I bet everybody's nipples
are like fingerprints. Jane's are just a different black from the rest of her
but Tom's are kind of reddish black and so tiny. Mine are pink and spread all
over my tit. Denni's get long and hard like little pricks."
"Don't remind me," Denni groaned.
"They're neat," Rat grinned. "Can I suck on them?"
Denni groaned even louder and rolled her eyes. "Why do I only attract girls?"
"It's not... just... Oh, shit, that feels good. You... sure... attract... me...
young lady. Can I... taste?" Tom was panting as Maria worked her magic on him.
"This is just so unreal," Denni said, looking around.
"So come on over here. Let's see if we can't kill Old Tom with pleasure," Rat
giggled.
"I'll die happy," Tom smiled broadly.
"Come on, Denni. Feed him a tit. But kiss him first. His mustache tickles. It's
neat." Rat rolled against her senior citizen lover for another kiss.
"That thing... in your tongue. Now, ah... that's what's neat. Wild," Tom said
when Rat pulled back. Denni shyly sat down on his other side and leaned forward.
Tom smiled as the big girl's face approached his.
Denise would never admit it, but this was the first time she ever kissed a man
using her tongue. That her first French kiss was with Jane embarrassed her
tremendously. Denni figured that she should be just as embarrassed that her
second tongue kiss was shared with an old man, but Rat's comment about the
mustache aroused her curiosity. The actual kiss aroused much more then just
curiosity. She felt both surprised and humiliated.
"Your turn," Kit said, tapping Denni on the shoulder.
"She's busy," Rat giggled. The lanky girl saw Denni's nipples elongate as she
pulled back after a long, sensuous kiss. "See what I mean?" Rat asked Denni.
"Isn't he something?"
"Yeah," the big mulatto girl panted is if she had run a mile. "I guess there's a
lot to be said for experience."
"Do you eat pussy as good as you kiss?" Maria asked, pumping Tom's partially
erect cock.
"That's disgusting," Tom said, making a face.
"You never gave your wife oral sex?" Maria looked surprised, then smiled. "I
heard that. According to some survey I read somewhere, black men and women tend
to be more conservative in their sex. It's supposed to be a cultural thing, not
racial. Do you like to watch girls eat pussy?"
"I saw it in porno movies," Tom admitted.
"Did watching it turn you on?"
"I never really thought about it. That one act, I mean," Tom said, looking down
between his thighs. "I must admit that I liked watching the sex movies."
"Men are so visual," Maria giggled. Following orders floating in her conscious
mind, she added, "And women are delicious. Why don't you try one or two or a
few."
"I may have to," he sighed. "I'm not going to satisfy anybody with that." He
nodded toward Maria, who was still manipulating his cock. Under her
ministrations, it grew to full length but remained soft instead of rigid.
"Oh, bull shit," Maria snapped at him. "We're being distracting rather then
sensual. One of the great things about older men is how long they last. I bet
once you get hard, you could do all of us."
"I haven't had a woman in so many years," Old Tom sighed. "With my bum leg, I
can't even get into position."
"You are _SO_ conservative," Maria laughed. "Modern ladies like being on top.
Are you telling me you can't even lay flat on your back? Didn't your wife ever
do it that way?"
"She was sick for quite a while before she died."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't dredge up bad memories."
"You're not. I loved her like the dickens. I hate admitting it, but she was in
so much pain, it was a relief when God finally took her home."
"I love that expression," Maria sighed. "Going home."
"I'm over it. I've done my grieving." The room was silent for long moments. "I
didn't want to ruin your party," Tom said to break the somber mood.
"You didn't. We're all just tired," Maria told him.
"I'm not," Tom laughed. "Slept 'til two this afternoon."
"Me, neither," Rat told him, reaching for his cock now that Maria had released
it. "I want to get fucked. I don't want to be a virgin any more."
"Safe sex only," Maria frowned. "Do you have condoms?"
"It's safe. I've been on the pill since I was thirteen and I'm still a virgin.
Tom's not promiscuous."
"Well, you ought to get to know him and his cock first. Stroke him and then suck
him before you even think about fucking him."
"Yes, Miss Bossy," Rat snapped.
Maria didn't want an argument. She looked up at Denni. "Come on. It's our turn
to shower."
