It was a bright summer morning.
The sun was shining, the traffic was humming and Meg—dear green-eyed Meg—was sucking my cock.
In the next room, Marcus was fucking two men.
The previous evening’s sex party had not so much ended as been extended.
Eventually, all good things must draw to a close.
Marcus said goodbye to his men.
I fucked Meg, and then she took her leave, her cheeks numb with slaps and kisses.
Marcus lingered, working on his computer.
And then Marcus kissed me goodbye.
On his way out, he passed Bridget in the lobby, on her way in.
Bridget lugged a laptop she was loaning me.
We kissed on my couch.
And then Bridget had to go, taking many goodbye kisses.
I poured another cup of coffee and sat for a moment.
There was a knock at my door.
I took a breath, smiled, and opened the door.
“TJ! Give me some sugar!”
My parents were in Manhattan.