Flirting With Destiny(5)

Yea, baby.

This was some good shit I just smoked. All that and nothing even happened yet. Well, nearly nothing. While I got lost in my sex fantasy, the two girls started acting it out, going at each other, kissing, licking and fingering the other. All their clothes were off by now and they seemed to be engrossed in each other’s pleasure. I would’ve frowned if I hadn’t been high, but the weed had control of my mood and made me laugh it off.

“Hello, girls. I’m over here.”

“Oh sorry, babe.” Raquel pulled away from Lisa and crawled over my right leg on her hands and knees. I pointed to my cock. “You go here, luscious.” Then I reached out my hand for Lisa, “And you, sweetheart, come up here and ride my face.”

Raquel’s hands slid up my leg. She cupped my balls in one hand and gripped the base of my cock in the other. Adrenaline skittered along my nerves, as every sensation of sight, sound, touch and taste became exaggerated by the chemicals in my blood. With hooded eyes, I watched Lisa’s tits bounce as she crawled on her hands and knees to my head. Her flesh was so creamy and smooth; I reached out and stroked her thigh. Just as she was about to swing her leg over and straddle my face, I remembered the condoms. I was out of the ones in my bedside drawer, but had a fresh package I’d left on the kitchen counter, forgotten after hitting the drugstore.

“Hold it, girls.” I knew that once I got to the point of pussy penetration I wouldn’t want to stop. “Be right back. Gotta get the protection.”

Raquel paused mid-air, about to wrap her lips around my erection for the second time tonight. I rolled off the bed and trotted into the kitchen with a massive erection pointing the way. There, sitting on the granite countertop were the condoms still in the bag, right where I’d dropped it along with the day’s mail. As I pulled the box out of the bag, another rush from the weed washed over me and a visual of Raquel and Lisa licking each other popped into my mind. I’d probably need the entire box tonight.

The Saturday’s mail was lying on the counter, fanned out. I noticed one piece of personal mail, standing out from the usual mountain of junk. Who wrote letters anymore? It wasn’t uncommon for me to skip checking the mailbox for days. It’d become nothing more than a holding ground for ignored ads. Although I wasn’t in the habit of looking at the mail with any discretion, this one made me pause.

A return address, neatly handwritten in blue cursive ink on the corner of a white envelope jumped out at me. Granger, Iowa. That was my Aunt Melissa’s address, my mother’s sister. The one woman I trusted; my confidant since my mother died when I was eighteen years old. “Remember where you came from, Aedyn. It’s who you really are,” she would always say. That was when I left that one-horse town for the glitter of the big city.

I tossed the plastic shopping bag aside and turned to take my Magnums back to the bedroom. I had to make haste. There were two hot babes primed and waiting for me in the next room and I didn’t have time to read a letter at this crucial moment. My cock had a window of opportunity here, a limit to the amount of time it would stay hard in the presence of Aunt Melissa. Damn. Even her name could evoke flaccidity; she was like a mother to me. Thinking about her now, or any family member for that matter, was a super buzz-kill and I had more important mountains to scale.

I hurried back to the bedroom, ripped open the box of condoms and pounced on the bed. The two girls were splayed out all over it, fondling each other’s titties. That worked for me. My cock was back at attention again. They giggled when the mattress shifted under my weight and their bodies rolled into mine. We continued fucking the rest of the night, me pounding Lisa from behind while she ate out Raquel’s pussy, then they switched and I pounded Raquel while she sucked and licked Lisa.

Several condoms later, we fell into a twisted mass of moist skin just as I had envisioned, and soon the two girls had fallen asleep, their arms wrapped around each other beside me. I smiled and patted whoever’s firm rump was next to mine and rolled over.

The digital numbers of my alarm clock stared at me from the nightstand. I reached out and turned it face down so I couldn’t see them. I didn’t want to know what time it was. I wanted to stay lost in this peaceful moment of oblivion because I feared a storm was soon to come.

I punched my pillow with my fist and closed my eyes, but the thoughts came rolling in anyway. That letter. It wasn’t going to let me sleep. I knew what it meant. Dad’s health again. He drank himself into his condition and now everyone expected me to go back home.

I scrubbed my face, frustration running through me. Just because the bastard was related by blood, everyone thought it was my responsibility to take care of him. In reality, we were all just waiting around for the asshole to die. Besides, did they really think I could drop my duties of running a large marketing corporation and move back to Hicksville, Iowa? Even if I gave a shit about him, it wouldn’t be that easy. But I didn’t. I hated him in fact. Any man who abused his sick and dying wife didn’t deserve my mercy.