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  I was lost in the sensation of holding her and smelling her and feeling her cheek against mine. So when she pressed herself hard against me, crushing her breasts against my chest and rubbing her pussy against my rapidly swelling cock, it somehow just seemed natural, despite what she had said.

  We continued like that until the song came to an end. My heart sank as I assumed we were done dancing, at least for a while. But miracle of miracles, just as I started to relax my hold on her, Johnny started to sing again, and we resumed our rhythmic embrace. I wondered if my guardian angel had arranged for all these slow, romantic Johnny Mathis songs. And then it dawned on me. It was nearly 9pm. Nearly time for Rumours to switch from the Big Chill music to hip-hop and R and B music. So for the boomer crowd, the string of Johnny Mathis songs must have been the musical version of a fireworks finale.

  Marilyn leaned back and looked into my eyes again while continuing to press her pussy against my hard-on. She quite intentionally rubbed herself back and forth across me as we swayed with the music. “Remember how I said I wasn’t going to go to bed with you?”

  I nodded and croaked, “Uh-huh.”

  “Just wanted to let you know I haven’t changed my mind.”

  “Um…okay.” I glanced down between us. “So what’s this all about?”

  Marilyn pulled herself tight against me again, pressing her breasts against my chest and nesting her lips in my ear. “What this is all about…” she whispered, briefly touching her tongue to my ear lobe, “is I’m going to send you home with the bluest balls in town.”

  “How very thoughtful of you.” I couldn’t help but smile to myself. Marilyn had no way of knowing that my balls wouldn’t be blue very long, once I got my hands on Karen.

  And that thought made me wonder what had become of her. I glanced around the dance floor and saw that Karen was pressed up against Bill pretty much the same way Marilyn was with me.

  I watched them as they moved as one with the music. Her arms were draped over his shoulders. His arms were wrapped around her, holding her tight against him. I was sure she could feel his cock pressing into her.

  Karen looked my way, and our eyes met. She slowly separated her hands until her palms were about a foot apart, and gave me an exaggerated wink. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. I wondered if Marilyn noticed the sudden throb of my cock.

  As long as the music was slow and I had Marilyn in my arms, I was enjoying the effect her heat was having on me. But I knew I’d be in trouble as soon as they switched over to hip-hop. Not only did I not know how to dance to that music, I couldn’t very well be sporting a tent in my pants in the middle of the dance floor. I was pretty sure it was nine o’clock, so I steered Marilyn to the edge of the dance floor as Johnny’s song was ending. I stuck close behind her as we made our way back to the table and sat down.

  I was right about the time. The next song was hip-hop. And it dawned on me that Bill surely had the same predicament as I with respect to his erection. I turned to see what he was doing about it. I suppose it was the obvious solution. He and Karen were grinding out in the middle of the dance floor. Karen had her rump hard against his crotch as they moved in time with the music. Bill had one hand on her stomach and the other on her hip. Karen seemed oblivious of everyone around them as she simulated sex with Bill. I flashed back to the bachelor party. She had gotten a lot of practice lap dancing that night, and the skills apparently were transferrable.

  Marilyn was watching them, too. She leaned toward me. “I think they need to get a room.”

  My stomach knotted at the thought. But there was no denying that it was incredibly stimulating as well. “I don’t know,” I said. “Maybe we should throw a bucket of cold water on them.”

  Marilyn smiled and winked. “You’re just jealous because you aren’t going to get any tonight.”

  I knew she was wrong, but I kept that to myself. “But you think he is?” I asked, nodding toward Bill.

  “Well, no, I guess not. Not tonight, anyway. She has to drive me home.”

  “So there’s going to be two sets of very blue balls tonight. Probably cause a blue glow in the western sky.”

  Marilyn just smiled.

  We watched in silence as Bill and Karen continued simulating sex on the dance floor. At one point, he actually went so far as to cup her breasts while she reached back behind her butt with both hands. Her dress had ridden up to the point that I was pretty sure I had my answer about whether she was wearing panties. She must have heard my thoughts. She looked at me and winked again, just as she let go of Bill’s junk and tugged her dress back down to mid-thigh.

  They continued like that for at least a dozen more songs before they made their way back to us. As they weaved through the tables, Bill had his hands on Karen’s hips, using her to shield his erection from view. When they separated to sit down, I got a glimpse. He had a huge tent in the front of his slacks. I was pretty sure there was a wet spot, too, but it was hard to be sure in the flickering light.

  Bill introduced Karen to me. Marilyn and I looked at each other and laughed. We’d been together for some time, but hadn’t introduced ourselves. Of course, I knew who she was, but she didn’t know that. So, we exchanged names, and the introductions were complete.

  We ordered another round of drinks. I just sipped mine because I was going to be driving. Karen appeared to be doing the same. Bill chugged his down as if he were dying of thirst. I wondered if he was going to be okay to drive.

  It must have been a little after ten when Marilyn announced that they needed to be going home. She said something about having to be up early in the morning. Bill offered to drive them, but Karen said that she had her own car parked downstairs in the garage. Bill insisted on escorting them to their car, and of course, I went along. Fortunately, our erections had subsided.

  We made our way down the stairs to the garage. When we got to Karen’s car, Marilyn gave me a perfunctory kiss on the cheek before settling into the passenger seat. I glanced across the roof of the car. Karen was giving Bill a less perfunctory kiss on the lips. He whispered something in her ear. She nodded and smiled as she slid into the driver’s seat. Karen started the engine, and Marilyn let down her window. She winked at me and said she was going to be looking for a blue glow in the sky. I struggled to find a smart-ass reply, but I had nothing. I guess I was off-balance from seeing Karen kissing Bill.

  After we watched the women exit the parking garage, Bill and I wandered in the general direction of my car. I stretched and said, “Well, it’s time for my beauty sleep. I think I’ll head off home.”

  “Mind giving a brother a ride?”

  “Sure...but didn’t you drive?”

  “Nah. Took a taxi. Figured I could drink more that way.”

  “So…what were you planning to do if the ladies had taken you up on your offer to drive them home?”

  “Figured we’d take your fancy Mercedes. Make a good impression.”

  I smiled and shook my head as I touched the remote button and unlocked my car. “Hop in.”

  I didn’t mind driving Bill back to his place. He lives in a high-rise condo downtown, so it was more-or-less on my way to my man-cave out in Halawa, and I had a bit of time to kill before I needed to meet Karen there. I knew she had to take Marilyn home first, and I figured she’d probably drop by her own house to pick up a few things. Her daughters were on the Mainland visiting their grandparents, so Karen was planning to spend the weekend with me.

  “Seems like you had a good time tonight,” I said as we pulled out of the garage.

  Bill gave his head an exaggerated nod. “Oh, yeah!”

  “So was she all you hoped she’d be?”

  Bill continued to nod. “Oh, yeah! Man, if she fucks likes she dances…”

  I nodded to myself. She sure does. “Her husband must be a lucky guy,” I said.

  “Man, you got that right.” Bill was silent for a moment. Then he said, “I gotta get me some of that before he comes home.”

  I
knew Bill had asked her out, but he didn’t know I knew. “So you’re gonna try to see her again?”

  Bill rubbed his crotch. “You know I am. Gonna try to get her to go out on a date with me. Maybe take her to dinner and then back to my place.”

  My stomach churned at the thought. “She give you her number?”

  “No, man. She wouldn’t give me that. Probably afraid I’d call sometime and her husband would answer. But she did give me her email.”

  “Ah...I guess that means she’s interested.” My stomach knotted.

  “I surely do hope so.” Bill shrugged. “Might not be her real email, though. Could end up making a date with some fat old cigar-smokin’ white guy.”

  I laughed and nodded my head. But knowing Karen, I was pretty sure the address was real.

  “What about you?” Bill said. “That redhead give you her number?”

  “Nope. I didn’t ask. She made it pretty clear she wasn’t interested.”

  “Really? Looked like she was having a good time with you.”

  “She was having fun giving me blue balls. But she made it clear that she was happily married and wasn’t about to go any further with me.”

  “Oh, hell,” Bill said. “Karen told me she was happily married, too. But it sure seemed like she was interested in a little something on the side.” He rubbed his crotch. “Or maybe I should say a big something right up her middle.”

  My stomach knotted again at the thought of Bill slipping his cock into my Karen’s pussy. I just nodded slowly and continued driving in silence.

  A few minutes later, I pulled over to the curb on Bishop Street, next to Bill’s building. He shook my hand. “Thanks for the ride,” he said as he opened his door.

  “Sweet dreams,” I said as he climbed out of my car.

  “I’ll be lucky to get any sleep,” Bill said, leaning over and looking in at me. “That Karen got me so worked up… I’m not gonna be able to get her off my mind.”

  I held up my hand and wiggled my spread fingers. “Guess you’ll just have to let the five sisters take care of you.”

  Bill shook his head and chuckled as he looked at his own hand. “Guess so.” He closed the door and waved as I eased away from the curb.

  * * * *

  I had been at my place for about half an hour when Karen showed up. I didn’t need to go down to let her in. Awhile back, I had given her a remote for the rollup door, so she was able to drive on in and park in the security of my building.

  I had taken a quick shower and was dressed only in a silk robe, sitting in my office with a fresh Woodford Reserve on the rocks, when I heard the rollup door. A couple of minutes later, I heard a thump and some rustling in the outer room. Then a moment later, Karen strutted through my office door, buck-naked.

  She marched over to me and took a sip of my drink. She mad a face as she handed it back. Then she dropped to her knees and parted my robe. I was momentarily shocked by the coldness of her mouth as she engulfed me. She was swirling the remains of an ice cube around my cock with her tongue.

  “Damn, baby! That’s cold. Maybe we should use one of those things on you.”

  She let my cock slip from her mouth and swallowed the ice. “I’m already quite wet enough, thank you.” She took my hand and pulled. “C’mon! I’m so fucking horny!” I managed to shed my robe by the time we made it in to my bed.

  The first round was fast and furious. I took her in the missionary position, holding her by the shoulders as I rammed my cock into sopping pussy. She dug her fingernails into my back and wrapped her legs around my waist and gave back as good as she got. Neither of us lasted very long. As I pumped my first spurt into her, she stiffened and clamped herself to me, shaking and gasping for breath.

  When she finally relaxed, I began to move again, slowly, gently. I was still hard. Achingly hard. I reveled in the sensation of her heat enveloping my still-throbbing member.

  “Oooh! You’re still hard,” Karen said. “So did you get all turned on tonight, watching that sexy black guy feeling me up and rubbing his cock against me?”

  “Uh-huh. And so did you, apparently.”

  “Apparently. But I was pretending he was you the whole time.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “Not buying it, huh? Well, a girl has to try…”

  The next round was slow and loving. We kissed and caressed as we moved together. This time, our lips were locked and our tongues intertwined when I spilled over the edge and filled her again. This time, my cock did soften, and as it slipped from her, a gush of my semen followed.

  “Wow. That was a lot,” Karen said.

  “I was inspired.”

  I lay down next to her and rolled her onto her side so we could spoon. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the side of her neck. We lay there quietly for a few moments before Karen spoke.

  “So… I know it turned you on, watching me with Bill. But did it make you jealous, too?”

  “Of course. It’s always that way when I see you with another man.”

  After a few more moments of silence, she said, “Sooo… How far do you think we should take this thing?”

  My stomach knotted. I guess I had assumed that Bill would end up being just a one-time flirtation and that she wouldn’t actually go out with him. But Karen seemed to be suggesting otherwise. “Not sure I understand your question,” I said.

  “Well, you know he asked me out…”

  “Ah, that. Well, I have mixed feelings…” Although I had a knot in my stomach, deep down I had to admit that I really wanted her to take it further. I wasn’t sure how much further…but further.

  When I didn’t continue, Karen said, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  I searched for the right words. I didn’t want to push her into anything, but she seemed to be interested in seeing Bill again, and I realized I wanted that as well. “Well…the idea gives me a knot in my stomach…and an ache in my balls. But I guess the bottom line is that I think you should do whatever it is you want to do. Take it as far as your heart desires.”

  “I don’t think it’s my heart that’s doing the desiring.”

  “Okay. Take it as far as your pussy desires.”

  “So I can go out with him or not, and you’ll be alright with it either way?”

  I nuzzled her neck and touched my lips to her ear. “I will. Just don’t forget…you belong to me.”

  She turned her head and kissed my lips.

  * * * *

  Karen and I had just finished Sunday brunch at Orchids at the Halekulani. We were in my car, heading back to my place in Halawa, when my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller ID. “It’s Bill.”

  “Go ahead and answer. I’ll be quiet.”

  I touched the button that connected the phone to the car’s speakers. “Hey, Bill. What’s up?”

  “Hey. Sounds like you’re on a speaker phone.”

  “I’m in my car.”

  “Alone?”

  I glanced at Karen. “Uh-huh. Why?”

  “Um…I was wondering if I could ask a favor.”

  “Sure. What ya need?”

  “Remember that babe, Karen, I was dancing with at Rumours the other night.”

  “Hard to forget her.”

  Karen nodded vigorously and pretended to polish her nails on her blouse.

  “Yeah. That’s for damn sure. Haven’t been able to get her off my mind.”

  I waited for him to continue.

  “Anyway, I emailed her and asked her out, you know, and she wrote back and said she would go, but only on a double date with that redhead she had with her.”

  “Marilyn.”

  “Yeah, Marilyn. And Marilyn says she is willing to go on a double date with us, but she doesn’t have anybody to go with. You know, she doesn’t want to involve anyone who knows her husband or anything like that. So that’s where you come in. Karen said Marilyn would be okay to double with you.”

  “This reminds me of that scene in Goodfellas.”

 
“You and your damned movies. But, yeah, I know which scene you mean. Hey? Wasn’t her name Karen, too.”

  “Yeah, but the movie Karen played the part Marilyn would play with us.”

  “Yeah, if you say so. Anyway, I’m really trying to hook up with this Karen, so I was wondering if you would come along as the redhead’s date. Maybe we’ll both get lucky.”

  My stomach knotted at the thought of Bill “getting lucky” with Karen. “Hmmm…unlikely,” I said. “Like I told you the other night, Marilyn assured me repeatedly that she had no intention of going to bed with me.”

  “The lady doth protest too much, methinks.”

  “Okay, now who’s quoting 16th century white guys?”

  “Othello was a brother.”

  “Perhaps, but that line’s from Hamlet. But no matter, I’m pretty sure I’m not going to get lucky with Marilyn.”

  “Ah, that’s too bad. Guess you’ll just have to take a cold shower with the five sisters. I mean, no offense, but I’m sure as hell not going to share Karen like we did Mai that time.”

  I was blindsided by Bill’s mention of our history with Mai. I’d never told Karen about the Devil’s threesome Mai and I had had with Bill. I wondered what Karen’s reaction would be. For a moment, I was at a loss for words.

  “Hello?” Bill said. “Did we lose our connection?”

  “Uh, no. I’m still here,” I said. “I, uh, just got distracted by traffic.”

  “Oh. So what you think? Up for a double date to help a brother get some mighty fine pussy?”

  Karen was nodding.

  “Sure, I guess so,” I said.

  “Oh, and one more thing. The redhead says we have to go to a place called La Mer.”

  I laughed.

  “What’s funny about that?”

  “Ever been there?”

  “Never even heard of it.”

  “Probably the most expensive restaurant in town. She must be testing you…trying to see how badly you want to go out with Karen. Or maybe she’s never been there, and she figures this is her big chance. And she probably doesn’t have to worry about being seen there by anyone who knows her husband.”

  “Expensive, huh? Hell, I don’t care how much it costs if it gets me into Karen’s panties.”