Tuckered

“Jefferson?”

I felt so rested and at peace. Her voice was sweet and gentle in my ears.

I opened my eyes, smiling. “Yes?”

Mitzi stood beside the couch, near my feet. “Jefferson, it’s after four. I’ve made the bed. Would you like to move to the bedroom?”

I turned to look around the living room. The lights were on. The radio was tuned to a soul station.

“Four? Like, in the morning?” I sat up. “Did I . . . ?”

“Hmmm, yes, Jefferson. You slept through the Nubian party.”

“Wow.” I rubbed my eyes. “Did I really? Wow.”

It had been a very long day.

I woke at six thirty, roused the kids, made breakfast and packed lunches. I took them to school.

By nine, I was at Viviane’s for breakfast and sex.

That afternoon, we drove to Costco and Home Depot, loading a car between us. We unpacked some things at her place, then unpacked the bulk of things at mine.

Afterwards, I cleaned my apartment, washed laundry and put things away.

The evening, I hosted Rose’s cocktail party, finding myself turned on and pretty tight as it shifted into an overheated gangbang.

And then the Nubians were supposed to show up around eleven, and so . . . well, what happened?

“Was it a big party?” I asked, scratching my hair.

“Uh huh,” Mitzi nodded. She held out her hand. “Come on, Jefferson. Let me take you to bed.”

I stood and put my hand in hers. “So, how did it go?”

“What’s the last thing you remember?” she asked, leading me to bed.

“Well, I . . . ,” I stopped, hearing a noise in the back bedroom. I dropped Mitzi’s hand and peeked around the door.

I saw Nate’s back, completely covered in a methodical pattern of deep purple and red hickeys. Two smooth pale legs wrapped around his pivoting hips.

I turned to Mitzi. “That’s Nate and Emma?”

“Uh huh.”

“Didn’t he have to go someplace last night?”

“Yes, but he changed his mind. I think Emma had something to do with it.”

I squinted and walked into the other bedroom. “What all did I miss?”

“Tell me what you remember.”

“Let me think.” I stood next to my freshly made bed and began to undress. Mitzi crossed to the other side and pulled off her shirt.

“Okay, so the boys and I were fucking Rose . . . ,”

“Right.” Mitzi unhooked her bra, tossing it onto a chair.

“ . . . and then you showed up at the door. That was like, what, nine thirty?”

“Something like that.” Mitzi stepped out of her jeans.

I pulled back the covers and sat. I turned my nude body and lay back. Mitzi snuggled next to me.

“Oh,” I smiled at the memory. “I was on fire when you got here.”

“You sure were!” Mitiz said, sliding under the sheets. “You dragged me to the bed by my hair . . .”

“I threw you on top of Rose, didn’t I?”

“Yes. You said, ‘Rose, this is Mitzi.’ And then you started beating my ass.”

“Well, you had been whining for a spanking. Rose was being fucked by . . . Nate?”

“No, that other boy, the twinky twink.”

I looked at her. “Isn’t he cute? That Robby is fucking cute.”

“I didn’t see much of him,” Mitzi sighed. “My face was in Rose’s tits. But she was nice. She stroked my hair when you beat me.”

I pulled Mitzi close. “Oh, that is so sweet.” I kissed her hair.

She snuggled to my chest. “Go on.”

“Oh, right.” I scrunched my forehead. “So then Emma showed up . . .”

“Right . . .”

“And, oh! Right! Nate was all about Emma.”

“He sure was.”

“Well, they hadn’t met, and she’s real pretty.” I looked toward the sound of the pair in the next room. “Poor guy, he never made it to his party.”

“I don’t think he will regret it in the morning.”

“Did he turn loose of her at all?”

“Well, yeah,” Mitzi began. “She was pretty popular with the Nubians.”

There was a knock at the open door.

Apollo was wearing boxers and his trademark black flop hat.

He was trailing a nude woman I had never seen.

“Yo, look who’s up. What’s going on, Jefferson?”

“Hey, Apollo. Yeah, sorry I dozed off.”

“No, it’s cool, it’s cool.” His eyes drifted to the woman he followed. She paced the room as if caged.

“Are you looking for something, Tawnee?” Mitzi asked.

“Yeah, she looking for some pussy,” Apollo said.

“Well, this shop is closed,” Mitzi smiled, pulling the duvet to her shoulders.

“Huh,” Tawnee replied. She left the room. Apollo followed.

I looked at Mitzi.

“She’s a load of personality,” I noted.

“She was fun earlier,” Mitzi shrugged. “Until about two or so; maybe she’s tired.”

“So anyway, Rose left in good spirits. She seemed content to you?”

“Oh yeah, she was pretty happy, I thought.”

“And then, the last I remember, we got this party started. I was with you, Nate was with Emma, the four of us naked on the bed, going at it, and all these people were watching . . . ,”

“That’s right. All the white people at the party were on display.”

I laughed. “Yeah, the voyeurs took their sweet time to get at it.”

Mitzi ran her hand over my cock. “That was so nasty when we were doing it, and all those people were watching . . .”

I pulled her close, growing hard to her touch.

“Too bad I conked out, and you didn’t get to have any more sex.”

“Oh,” she kissed me. “I had some sex.”

I pulled back took at her eyes. “Oh?”

“Uh huh,” she nodded. “Apollo did me.”

“Look at you!” I grinned. “Getting busy with Apollo.”

“Uh huh.” She whispered in my ear. “He’s pretty hot, Jefferson.”

I ran a finger to her clit. “He’s a handsome fellow, that’s for sure.”

“That he is,” Mitzi cooed, running her fingers across my chest. “But right now, I want you to fuck me.”

I was already reaching for a condom.

Mitzi and I fucked into dawn.

During the course of things, we heard Apollo and Tawnee leave.

Nate came in to kiss us goodbye.

Emma followed, curling into bed with us. I spooned against her back. Mitzi wrapped her arms around my chest.

I was the first to fall asleep.

Silhouetted against my closed shades, the run rose on the fourteenth day of my birthday week of wall-to-wall sex.

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