9781618857569GettingitAllStorm (19 page)

“Right.
Oh, my, that is…different.”

Christy beamed. “Lucy, I think you might be a natural. That was no
problem whatsoever.
All the way in.
Let me try
something a bit more challenging.” She rummaged around in the toy box. “Don’t
look, now. Whatever Dorothy’s doing and whatever you’re thinking is working
beautifully.” She held up a medium-sized solid silicone dildo and gave Dorothy
a wink. “Snuggle into Dorothy’s breasts. Maybe that would feel even nicer.”

“Ooh! That feel’s full. Back there.” Lucy murmured. “Oh, your breasts
are so nice, Dorothy. I wish mine were as big and soft and sweet-smelling
and…oh, my…that’s nice…”

Holding the medium-sized dildo in Lucy’s ass with her hip, Christy
pulled a very large one from the toy box. “Think you can take more, sweetie?
Might as well go all the way, right?” She squirted copious amounts of lube onto
the impressive reproduction.

Kneeling in front, as Lucy on her hands and knees snuggled into her
breasts,
Dorothy frowned over Lucy’s back.

“All you
gotta
say is ‘that’s enough’.”
Christy was obviously impressed with the young woman’s innate ability.
“Out with the old, in with a whole new world.
How’re we
doing?”

“That’s very nice,” Lucy mumbled into Dorothy’s breasts and Dorothy
reached under to massage the tender handfuls. “Is it about Matt’s size?”

“About.” Christy suppressed a whoop as the large dildo sank to its
full length. “Doesn’t he wish,” she snickered as she began to saw the huge
replica in and out. “Lucy, you’re a winner. And remember, it’s not the size
it’s the ability to make your partner feel good. I think Matt will make you
feel a lot better than this old thing.”

Lucy moaned. “If he does, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand it.
That feels really great. Yeah. Keep doing that. Oh, yes. That’s really nice.
That…
mumph
!”
She pressed her face
deeply between Dorothy’s breasts and gasped as her slim body shook with
release. Dorothy clasped her breasts firmly. Christy slipped a hand under to
press her fingers into Lucy’s pussy as the vibrations of orgasm racked the
young body.

Christy smirked as Lucy gasped and squealed with delight. “Looks like
it might take both you and Matt to satisfy your young rival, Dot. Think you’re
man enough for the job?”

Man enough.
Woman enough.
The feelings racing
through Dorothy’s own electrified body were enough to make her feel whatever
the
outcome,
the race itself was going to be a hell of
a lot of fun.

With or without the aid of silicone and steel.

Chapter Eight

Matt and Clay sat on the huge boulder staring in silence at the vast
landscape before them.

“Great view,” the muscular masseur sighed. “But it really makes you
feel like...small.”

“Nah.
Makes me feel like part of something really big.
Amazingly awesome.”

Clay turned toward Matt.
“Yeah?
How so?”

Bartholomew continued to stare at the scene before them. “Nothing but
a bunch of protons or neurons or whatever they've discovered in the last
fifteen minutes whizzing around and look what they've assembled themselves
into. You know, when this area was first discovered, nobody believed it. They
sent painters to record what they saw.
Started a whole new
school of painting.
Hudson River School.
They
painted these magnificent, breathtaking landscapes of mountains and valleys and
rivers. Man and nature living together in harmony. Right there in front of us.
It's even better farther up river. Been there?”

Clay shook his head back and forth, slowly, contemplating.
“Been out west.
It's so awesome it's almost scary. This
isn't scary. You're right. This is comforting. I like it here.
Even if it does make me feel kind of insignificant.”

“Nah.
That’s the point. You’re no more insignificant than, say, that tree
down there, or that mountain. We’re all part of it. Put us all together, we
spell peace and harmony.” He grinned.
“Old man of the
mountains talking.
Y'know
, those mountains in
front of us have been here for so long they're the old men of the mountains
now. Not like those pushy, show-
bizzy
Rockies out
west.
Old and comfy and protective.
I always feel
rested when I come up here.
Kinda
calms me down. The
glass may only be half-full, but I’m rested. What there
is,
needs to be savored. Not guzzled down because you're panicked it's half empty.
Savored.”
He bit his lip, suddenly moved.
“Because
you never know when you might not be here to see it again.”

Clay put an arm around his older companion.

“You're a philosopher, you know that, Matt.
An old
mountain man of
CoveHaven
.
I don't think I've
ever heard Leo talk like that. Unless he's talking about a new golf course and
how rotten it is and how better he could design it himself on his kid's goddamn
cheapo computer for God's sake.”

Matt laughed,
then
stretched his arms to
clasp his hands behind his head and twist to lean his back against the young
broad shoulder. “Those trees down there and all around us are gonna mature and
look spectacular in the autumn and then snuggle down looking gray and
spiney
in the winter and then leaf out and start it all over
again and again spring after spring. Some of them won't make it. But others
will. Cycle over and over. No matter what we do all that stuff just keeps on
going. We try to kill it. We strip it and burn it and wash it away, but the
rains come down, the snow, the winds, and the mountain are finally flattened
and then the river keeps on going and one of these days you've got yourself a
Grand Canyon. Ever seen that?”

The kid glowed. “I couldn't believe it. I just could not believe it.
Awesome.
Fucking awesome.
We took
one of those donkey ride caravans or whatever they call it to the bottom. Hell
on your butt.” He laughed. “But most of the folk were pretty well padded,
anyway, so I guess it was okay for them. I thought it was just...awesome. The
colors, man! Who
woulda
guessed dirt and rock could
be so…awesome.”

“And so
friggin
’ scary,” Clay continued,
excitedly.
“Practically straight down in some places.
But those little pack animals packing us, man, they just dug in their little
hooves and stuck like glue. They’d been up and down that trail so many
times,
they knew every rock and rattlesnake.” He chuckled.
“They could barely stay awake while I was hanging on for dear life.

“But, man, when we got to the bottom…and looked up. Past all those,
like, layers of different colors of rock, all those years, eons, to work its
way down to where we were was the river.
That cold, rushing
water that did it all.
And still does it. Man…it’s something else.”

Matt swung his arms down and pulled his legs up. He clasped his knees.
“I had a niece who hiked through it with some college buddies.
Changed her life.”

“Never went on another hike again, huh?” Clay chuckled. “It’s
beautiful, but you’re sharing all that beauty with rattlesnakes and scorpions.
I’m too much of a city dude for that. You've got brothers or sisters?”

“Both.
Older.
They dragged me over the coals
too.
Very supportive.”

Clay went back to studying the magnificence in front of them. “You're
pretty much getting crapped on all over town now, huh?”

Matt let out an exasperated sigh. “Seems you can go from being one of
the town's leading respected citizens to one of its most gossiped about in a
matter of days.
Stupid me.
I thought the guys around
town would be slapping me on the back and the ladies would continue to line up.
Stupid me.”

“Yeah.
Stupid you.
Do you really give a shit?” Clay
pitched a rock off the mountain ledge and watched it sail off into the blue sky,
then
gracefully descend into the forest below. A
couple of birds scattered, annoyed.

“I do. They're my friends. Well...were. Now I’m not so sure. And then
again, I don't. It's none of their damn business who I screw. Though,” he
continued ruefully, “the school board would say I have a totally different
opinion when it comes to whom the high school kids screw. But that's different.
We're adults. Me and half the female population of
CoveHaven
,”
he noted, dryly. “We're responsible for our own actions.

“Therefore,” Matt’s tone hardened, “we should be left the hell alone
to figure out how we want to live our lives and not gossiped and
snarked
about all over the goddamned town. I even went to
see Andy, that kid at the library.
Syble
Thornton,
the town librarian, said Andy could fix anything that had to do with computers.
He told me he could shut down the town sites in five minutes flat for me, but
it might take a little longer to screw up the instant faces and twits.” Matt
laughed. “Whoa. I had to talk him out of it. He was really getting into the
whole idea.”

Clay slapped his buddy on the back. “You're surviving. You got tough
nuts. I could tell that when you told me not to use daffodil yellow to attract
guys. That takes tough nuts. Unless you're queer, of course, which it doesn't
seem you are. Darn.”

Matt playfully boxed the young man on his square jaw, grinning.
“Queer, I may be. Gay, I'm not, but I may be dealing with a couple of
bi-ladies.”

Clay shrugged, stripping off his T-shirt to fold it and slip it
beneath his head as he lay back to contemplate the sky-blue heavens scattered
with cumulus masses of water vapor. “Girls are supposed to swing whatever way
the wind blows. I don't know where that came from. Guys' fantasies, I guess.
Seeing two ladies lapping away at each other is supposed to be a turn on.”

Matt nodded sagely. “Well, yeah, I would say so.” He caught his young
companion's smirk. “Okay, okay, it is pretty hot. But it's even hotter when I'm
in the middle.”

“
When
you're in
the middle? Wow, Mr. B., then all that talk about you bedding half the women in
town is true?”

Matt's look drifted over the handsome young man's finely sculpted
torso. “You're looking good, Clay. And,” he preened, rubbing his hands up under
his loose hiking shirt and firmly over his own hardening chest and
ab
muscles, “so am I, thanks to your browbeating. Half the
women in town are very pleased with the results of your browbeating.
Though a much smaller number actually get a hands-on inspection.
No matter what the gossip is.”

Clay chortled and reached over to punch Matt lightly in his crotch.
“Ha! Yeah, but it's more what's below your belt than above it that's got all
the old jealous queens in a quiver. Is that why you talked me into coming along
for a Dude's Hang-out today? And where did you dig that phrase up?”

Matt stood, shaking his bare legs to restore the circulation and
brushing off the seat of his hiking shorts. He dug a pump bottle of bug spray
from his backpack and began re-applying it. “What do you think, Clay? Am I
messing up my best friends' lives because I just like screwing the hell out of
them? All this isn't the best thing for their reputations.”

“Well, Ms. Bleached Bombshell Christy—”

“She opted out a couple of weeks ago.”

“No stuff.” The young man pushed himself up onto his elbows. “You mean
all this yapping behind your back is just about you and Ms. Dorothy and Ms.
Lucy? That's
crapola
. Those people complaining need
to get lives.” He continued. “But, if Christy dropped out, maybe sooner or
later either Dorothy or Lucy will too. Then you'll be down to your
town-approved allotted love life.”

“I don't want either one of them to drop out,” Matt quietly admonished
a gathering of clouds that resembled slow motion rampaging buffalo.

“Well of course not. We all want to get it all. No?”

“I thought maybe you being gay, which is supposed to be a fairly fluid
lifestyle, that maybe you might give me a clue as to how I might be able to
hang onto both of them.”

Clay shoved himself up to stand, brushing off his butt. “You mean a
menage
a
trois
? Jeez, Matt.
That's cool. Is that what you guys are doing now? That's awesome. Hell, I can't
even keep one regular dude in my bed.”

“Yeah, but that's your choice, you told me. And, no, of course that's
not what we're doing now,” he said indignantly. “They wouldn't put up with
that. They're still expecting something to happen that will make me pick one or
the other. They're still expecting one of them to win that stupid bet or
whatever it is they’ve got going between them.”