{Disclaimer: All characters in this piece are eighteen or over}
Serious continuity error last bit. Both Dawson’s left. Sorry.
Thanks for the three hundred!
Dessert came but I don’t think anyone really enjoyed it much. Mom’s comment on Plethora not being around when dad found out had put a sour taste in my mouth at least. My dad was a let bygones be bygones type guy, except when it came to homosexuality. It was never talked about, but over the years I’d gathered enough information from some overheard conversations to figure out something had happened in his early years to warrant a disdain.
I’d seen my dad unhinged angry. We’d been working on one of the farm truck’s (a small toyota) putting a new transmission in when the chain on the over head crane slipped. The job had been a pain in the ass. When transmission and engine hung like in a v, dad lost it. “MOTHER FUCKING PISS CUNT FROM HELL. YOU DON’T WANNA GET FIXED FINE.”
The truck was flipped. And I don’t mean sold.
He bent down, gabbed the chassis, then literally flipped the truck onto it’s side before storming out. I remembered that clear as day. What had me tasting bile was noticing how my dads fist was scaringly the same size as Plethora’s face. I know nobody deserves to be hurt for who they are, but were all human and sometimes don’t do what we know is right. Especially when blinded by anger.
The Dawson boys reentered both wearing mischievous grins, sob nudged me, “Yeah I noticed bro.” They disappeared under the stairs to the upper level and took a inordinate amount of time to reemerge. That did not go unnoticed by either me or sob. Doug didn’t bother glancing up, his brother did though and spotted Deidra.
Any cockiness dissipated into sheer horror. Plethora skedaddled to their table, grabbed a coat and purse then almost left a burn mark in the rug high tailing it out of the restaurant.
The sound of a car peeling out of the parking lot, mixed with the expressions of, ‘what the fuck’ on Doug and dads face, lead me to the
conclusion all three had come in the same vehicle. And said transport had just made a hasty retreat to points unknown.
The whole scene just caused the heaviness around the table to deepen,
I’d had enough. This evening had been great until the damn Dawson’s had started meddling, plethora probably would of still been a mystery to my family if they’d just had dinner. I’d picked up enough off of dee to make a guesstimate on her level of humor, so I gave it a shot.
“So dee. Want to explain how you pulled that one off?” I got the expected weird look.
“Come again pony boy.” And yes she had a grin of double entendre with that response.
“Well, dude just lit out of here like he had a rocket in his ass… and you still got your wig on.” I was right. Dee’s eyes lit up, her face broke into a huge, bright, glee filled smile and her musical laughter encompassed Robert’s. What I hadn’t counted on was mom’s funny bone being hit the same way, her laugh played on Deidra’s and the whole thing became infectious. The two of them soon had the whole table in an uproar, even coach, and he’d didn’t even know what the hell was going on.
With the mood at the table elevated mom got up and went over to talk with coach. “Is it okay to order after dinner drinks, or do we have to get going?” Coach was a little taken aback, (personally I think it had more to do more with mom’s sultry voice, semi-translucent blouse, and skin tight half skirt, than the actual question.) he answered though.
“As long as the butt brains are up and good for practice at two P.M, you can stay out till the place closes.” Mom got a giggle out of the butt brains thing then did something that made coach glare at me and sob with a, say anything and die look’. She kissed him on the cheek and he BLUSHED! Mr. nonsense, tough as nails blushed. This night was turning out to be a one of kind outing.
Even with coach’s blessing it was only fair to let him know me, sob, and popoff would probably be a little burnt out come practice.
“Oh yeah? And why’s that?”
“Sob and Mary lost their house to the storm. We got to go help them dig through it, see what can be saved sir.” He look at me with the most unimpressed look I’ve ever seen, then wrapped his knuckles on the table top three times. Everyone looked but it was sob that got the get your ass over here stare.
“Razzle here tells me you and your moms place got flattened. Is that true?”
“Yes sir.”
“And you, him and Popoff were going to drag the ladies out there to pretend you were a three man wrecking crew?” Neither of us knew how to answer that one. He’d brought up a good point, even with the women we’d be no match for a fallen house. “I swear you all have forgot all of everything.” He shook his head, stood up, and bellowed only as he
can.
“GENTLEMEN! Your attention please.” Everybody looked, but us team members knew that voice and all snapped to attention. “Some of you may already know this, but sob and his mother lost their house to the storm. I was unaware and have just oğuzeli escort been informed razz, sob, and popoff are going over there tomorrow to mop up. Anyone on this team not want to help? If so raise your hand.”
Not one hand came up.
“That’s what I thought. Parents if your able can you drop off you own butt brain, (that got a good laugh) at the old rail station by eight eight A.M, if not show of hands.” Again not one hand. he turned and put his hand on Mary’s shoulder.
“We’ll do are best to get what’s salvageable back in your hands.”
Mary stood up and for the second time tonight coach turned beet red when she laid one hell of a thank you kiss dead on his lips. He sat back down practically daring us to say something; me and sob ain’t that dumb. “Go get back to your dates.” We got up and sob turned to coach with his arm out stretched, coach took his hand with a firm shake.
“Thanks coach.”
“Were family, that’s what we do. Remember that.”
Getting back to our seats Bonnie had taken mine and the five milfy’s were deep in a light hearted conversation, dee seemed to be at the center of it and was being highly animated and giggly. I retrieved my drink and sat next to sob, who had a very weird question for me. “Hey bro, you happen to remember that game with the tube full of sticks that you pilled marbles on top of, then pulled one stick out at a time till they dropped?
“Yeah… kerplunk or something right?”
“That’s the one.”
“Why?”
“When Dawson and his sis… er, brother, took forever getting out from under the stairs, you recall hearing anything weird.” Had to think about it for awhile, but yeah I had.
“Something like clattering?”
“Uh-huh, something like marbles hitting a hard surface.” I gave him a weird look and he asked his mom for a flashlight, who gave him an equally as weird gaze. “Bro, I think I know what those two fuckers did.” He headed off towards the bar asking for a take-out box then headed for the stairwell.
Five minutes later he sat back down putting the box in front of me.
“Check it out.” Inside were a shit ton of metal BB’s. “The assholes put them right in the middle of the stairwell. Didn’t give a damn who went down, as long as it was somebody from up here.” Sob picked up on my thoughts. “Yeah, I know. What the hell is he going to try and pull during the game.”
Sob got an ice cube to his head, and mediately looked down at Dawson and dad. “Wrong direction dude.” I guess Popoff had downed a few and missed me, nailing sob. When we glanced over. Pop had a hand in front of his chest, thumb pointed to Claytons parents. They were both about ready to nod off. “Hey coach.” He glanced over to where I was looking and knew it was home time.
This time when he stood and spoke it was in a voice I’d never heard before. It was sincere, diplomatic and warm. “Ladies and gentlemen.” Attention gathered he continued. “I want to thank you all for being able to attend on such short notice. This team doesn’t consist of me and players. It’s a family. Unfortunately the busses are only so big and I wasn’t able to include the support staff.” His head tilted to one side and back.
“But knowing this team, that would of been more suited for a road house than a restaurant.” One parent went, ‘truth in that’ which made a consensuses clap rise up. Coach grinned. “Even so. I would like to propose a toast to our family, and a win.” Glasses were raised, the toast given, and it was time to leave.
Sob had already split taking his box of steel balls with him. I got a glimpse of Dawson’s face as we left, he was very much confused as to why nobody had taken a tumble. When we caught up with sob at the coat check he was all smiles and made it even better. “Okay man, what did you do?”
“Tipped the coat check dude ten bucks to show me Dawson’s coat and filled the pockets. Just returning his property.” I had to laugh at that knowing Doug would be wondering why his coat was so heavy and flip when he found out. Best part was he couldn’t do anything about it without incriminating himself.
The ride home was uneventful with some of guys crashing for a quick nap. Unlike departing both busses arrived pretty much at the same time. Most of the parents were in good shape to drive, a few not, including the woman who had asked what number I was on the menu. Mom curtailed those few and we had house guests for the night.
Suspiciously Cathy and Bonnie were not on the bus. You don’t need to be a nuclear physicist to figure out who they had caught a ride with. Clayton’s mom and dad were way to tired to drive and fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the fold out couch. Mom and Mrs. menu, (her husband was out like alight in a easy chair looking like he belonged there) were sharing some wine so me, pop, sob and Misty headed to the back porch to have a cigarette.
I was starting to worry where my wife was, it had been almost two hours since we’d gotten back home, so my cell came out to call her when sob let out a long whistle. “Take a look oğuzeli escort bayan at that beauty.” Said beauty was not a female but a fifty-seven Chevy Belair. If Deidra’s looks weren’t enough to catch your attention her car was.
Never in my life have I seen a car so shiny. You could actually see the stars reflecting in the black paint. She’d had all the chrome redone in a gold tone and installed a lift kit in the rear. The back fenders had been tubbed to fit not quite drag slicks, (but close to it) tires. The center of those tires were filled with wheels she must of had custom made. They looked like vampire fingers holding on to a chromed skull.
A side window rolled down when the vehicle stopped and Cathy’s voice came though it. “Gentlemen would open doors for ladies. Popoff would you mind?” He gave me a ‘why the fuck is she asking me’ look, didn’t know so I shrugged. Sob whispered ‘oh fuck’ and I saw why. You could only see Bonnie’s hand above the tinted, quarter rolled down window. One long, blood red finger nail on her pointer finger making the ‘get over here now’ motion. Don’t ask me how, but it was totally sexy.
That left me to open Deidra’s door. This was obviously a set up of some kind and I figured knowing that would keep from getting sucker to badly. Turns out it was no set up, more like a treat. Dee was not only a pro make-up artist but owned a small boutique; and that is where the ladies had been, getting everything changed.
Once at the car we were told to wait, then given the okay. When we opened the doors the interior light flooded the inside. Don’t know what the others first saw or what their reactions were, but I was greeted by a hot pink and black, roll tucked leather interior and one decidedly different looking Deidra.
The Cleo hair was gone and she had taken on the color swatch of her car interior. Now she had what looked like a Harley Quinn doo. Except instead of the red and blue, it was a hot pink pigtail one side, and a platinum, black streaked one on the other, No more evening gown either. A zipper covered pink leather jacket who’s length landed at just below the ribs was paired with a side slit, low cut, mid thigh, sparkling black dress.
Her car just got cooler when she pulled a lever and her seat swiveled to the open door. “Help me out?” Sitting side ways in the door frame I was treated to an amazing spectacle. One that genuinely had me a bit slack jawed. Legs. Long, slender, perfectly shaped ones capped off with heels that were still velvet, just pink now. “You going to stand there gawking or help me out.”
My finger went to my chin in a ‘I don’t know’ type manner. “Would be a shame to wreck this view.” Dee giggled and raised her leg to give
me a playful boot to my chest. In that split second I saw a flash of bright pink patch between her dark legs. This whole pink and black motif would have me majorly enthralled at a later date.
“Sorry. But Cathy’s right, you are a goddess.”
“She said tha…” Her heels found a patch of ice making me have to make a split second decision. It was either her head against the car door frame, or my hand was taking the brunt. Years ago I’d watched as grandpa had slipped on ice while walking down a paved slope, his head bounced twice when he hit the ground, a stroke not followed not long after. My hand got the go. Thankfully dee was slight and my hand got bruised, not broken.
“SHIT!” Why do I always let her talk me into these escapades?”
I got dee in my sights, “Her? Always?” Deidra knew she’d been caught. “Tell me, exactly just how long have you known my wife?”
She came clean, no contest. “Long enough to lend a helping foot, not long enough to know her husband is her nephew.” That got me shut up fast. “And don’t you go getting mad at her, you gave up the secret.”
Took a second before I realized it was when I’d stood up for her on the whole dad thing. “Called mom, mom.”
“Yes sir. And don’t worry. I keep secrets very well.” Her arms went around my neck and she leaned into my ear. “Cathy’s invited me to spend the night, I’ve been told you can do some very nasty things with that gap in your teeth.” When she looked back at me her eyes had gone all cobalt again, I got hard fast. “Besides, sixty-nine’s my favorite number.” She latched onto my cock and in a syrupy, molasses tone gave her lips a lick. “God damn boy, you have one thick cock.”
“You two better not be going at with out me watching!!” Was Cathy from inside the house, a house that broke into laughter. Dee was scooped up with a tiny yelp and carried to the back porch where she presented me with the keys to her car.
“Cathy say’s you have a beautiful Riviera boat tale, any chance my girl could fit beside her?” There was more than enough room for her car, I was just blown away she was going to let me drive it.
“You trust me to pull that beautiful automobile into my garage, with out ever seeing me drive.”
“I’m trusting my clit to your teeth, so yes.” She got a huge kick out of my reaction. Shock. escort oğuzeli “One thing though, in the trunk are four bags and a small suit case, can you handle that?” The keys were tossed in the air and snatched on the down fall.
“Yes mam'” And off I went. Says a lot about my still growing maturity level, a goddess had just invited me to a sixty-nine, and I was hot on driving her car. (don’t judge, it was a VERY cool car). It took me a bit to figure out the swivel seats, but I did and turned her over. Damn near shut it off right away, the car didn’t start, it freaking growled to life. I looked over to the house fully expecting to see Dee with a hawk-eye watching me. Nope, she’d gone inside.
I swear to you if it would been on a stretch of road, I would of pushed that pedal through the floor boards. It wasn’t and she trusted me, so, slowly and surely Miss. Chevy was maneuvered next to Riviera. The sight of the two of them together warranted a photo, one I sent to my new contact dee. Her reply had me right out roaring.
“Oh gawd, I hope one’s on the pill or the other one has a condom.”
There was no answer to that text, I just went about retrieving the contents of the trunk. The bags were labeled, ‘Dees Boutique’. It was the address that got me. Sycamore and Crescent, Boom Town. That town was half way to almost everything, but somehow had never grown. One gas station served as a grocery store and post office. There were all but twelve house’s and you had to know it was there to find it. Odd.
I got the bags, case, and with a last look headed back to the house. Every single person, with the exception of Clayton’s sleeping parents and menu woman’s husband, (Bonnie and my aunt were not at the table either) were having a gay old time. Mary, although face deep in her phone, she still had a hurt your cheeks smile going on. Deidra called me over with a sly grin, “Good pony.” I just rolled my eyes plopping the goods down at her feet.
The kitchen clock caught my attention and I had to check my watch to make sure it hadn’t stopped running. It was only ten p.m., I would of sworn it was closer to one a.m., and was kind of hoping it was. The whole invite thing from dee was damn tempting, but I seriously did not want to be a sack of potatoes for tomorrow’s practice. Even if the hour wasn’t as late as I thought, the excuse was still valid and was going to be used. Until Mary got her face out of her phone.
“Okay, Coach got a hold of all the parents and was able to get a time that worked for everyone. It’s noon for the station meet up now.” My excuse got majorly monkey wrenched.
“What? Why?” That must of come off as a plea of no, because Mary gave me a what’s your problem look.
“Because… The power and gas are still on and we’ve been banned from entering the property till it’s off. And that just so happens to be until noon.” That meant one thing, even if I had to be up by eleven a.m., I could still be up till three tonight. I murmured a terrific.
“Your not scared are you?” It was Cathy from behind me.
“No. I am not scar…HOLY SHIT!”
Deidra had done some magic on my wife. She was in one of dee’s wigs. This one long and made of loosely formed half curls. Different widths and shade’s of gold streaked through it, some of them glittering with an almost translucent glow. Three baby blue hearts of increasing size had been placed just below her smoky, cat like eye make-up, her lips shone red, glistening like fresh blood on a vampire’s fang.
I assumed the girls had picked their own outfits, Cathy’s choice was a skin tight wiggle dress of white silk imbued with pale blue roses. It was more than obvious nothing else was under that dress but skin, (was very hard not to grab handfuls and twist her nipples). Would of never thought blue stocking would be a turn on, but they were now. It all ended in a set of silk pumps a reverse of the dress, blue with white roses.
“You look fucking incredible babe.” Cathy’s eyes widened, a reason for which escaped me until menu lady spoke up.
“Babe?” She got up and teetered towards me and Cathy. “Are you not his aunt?” Everyone, except mom, was on high alert, menu lady started to laugh. “Honey they would of locked you away if you hadn’t indulged in this young man.” She hiccupped. “Ewww, should not of had that glass of wine. I need to lie down.” She put her hands on my shoulders. “I’m sorry I asked you what number you were, but boy? You have one hell of a pussy stretcher.” She toddled off waving good-night.
The mood at the table changed from alert status to mind blown, then to laughter. Misty piped up, “Aww, he’s blushing.” Pop and sob went into stitches, and got mandated.
“You two let that past this room I’ll murder you both.” They both leaned back hands in the air but I knew it would be a very long time before I heard the end of that one. Cathy was shown a chair next to me and Bonnie came through the opening to the living room. My cock did a lurch at the sight.
She wasn’t sporting a wig, not a big surprise considering dee’s love affair with her hair. But the rest? Bonnies make up was done insanely dark, with deep red lipstick. She’d picked a corset made of purple and black silk dotted with diamond skull shaped rhinestones. It held her in but let a sexy little bulge of boob meat barely roll around the edges. No dress or skirt for her, skin tight black latex pants were the code.