Dave Friar - Bonnie

I turned my head. Bonita. She was carrying two cans of beer and was wearing one of the terrycloth bathrobes I keep in the bathroom closet for guests to use.

"Who's there?"

"Banana. Knock-knock?"

"Who's there?"

"Banana. Knock-knock?"

"Who's there?"

"Orange."

"Orange?"

"Orange you glad it's not banana again?"

I groaned.

"Now that I've ruined your evening, mind if I join you?" She still had the infectious grin. When Mark and Regina had been on the splits, Bonita and I had gotten to be good buddies. Somehow, she could always hit me with that grin when things seemed at their worst and before I could say "starving writer," I'd be grinning, too.

"Come in and abuse me some more," I said, grinning back. She settled into the chaise opposite mine and then raised her eyebrows while staring at the brandy.

"Oh?"

"Oh." I closed "Double Dutch Treat" (I was halfway through "Cat Dancer") and put it down.

"Special occasion?"

"You got it." I took a big slug of the brandy. "I'm disappointed. Doubly. Partly with you."

She looked genuinely shocked. "Me? Why?"

"I saw you and Irene in the pool."

Her mouth sagged open, then slowly closed. She was about to speak, but I cut her off.

"Disappointed – not that you were making love with a woman, but that you didn't have the good sense to be more discrete about it. I was the one who stumbled onto you. It could have been Dolores."

"She knows the score."

"You got that right," I muttered.

"Excuse me?"

"Never mind," I said, louder. "Penny could have found you. Or your mother. She'd be horrified."

"Mom's cool. What makes you think she'd be shocked?"

"She was." I told her of the conversation Kate and I had.

Bonita thought it over, then nodded. "Yeah, it was thoughtless." She drew a deep breath, let it out slowly. That caused some interesting tidal effects on her robe. "Well, I'm no lesbian. I like women, too, but I like men." She turned a frown on me, drank some more beer and asked, "What was the other part of the disappointment?"

"Irene."

"Irene?" Then: "Oh!" She grinned.

"Yeah, I've been hungry for her all evening."

"But we only got here a couple of hours ago."

"Yeah, well, I've been looking forward to some gorgeous single female-type company all evening."

She finished the beer and automatically popped the tab on the second. "Haven't been getting any, eh?"

"Oh, that's not it, so much."

And bit by bit, she wormed it out of me about Dolores, and her games and come-on behavior. And she said essentially the same thing her mother and Penny had said.

"But she's only 15, for crying out loud!"

"How does it go? 'If they're big enough to bleed, they're big enough to' – "

"Bullshit. She's a kid. Sexy, gorgeous, horny – but a kid."

Bonita suddenly came over to me and kissed me lightly on the lips, then a bit less lightly. She caught me totally by surprise. Just as I began to react, she went back to her chaise lounge.

"Explain," I managed to croak.

"When I was 15, I had the most tremendous crush on you. I wanted you to make mad, passionate love to me. I tried everything I thought I could get away with to turn you on."

"I remember. And you did turn me on."

She smiled. "I know. But you never let me come on too strong – never laid a glove on me. I thought I was ready for that, too, but maybe I wasn't, and if you'd taken me up on it, I might've had a really messed up head for a while. And you're resisting again, and Dolores sounds a lot more brazen than I dared to be."

"That's for damn sure!"

"So here's my poor Uncle Dan, all revved up by a lolita, all charged up for Irene – and he finds Irene getting it on with his niece."

"Worse than that, even."

"Huh?"

"Then his niece gives him a kiss and it tastes like Irene-juice is still on her face. I'm jealous!"

"Of me or her?"

"Both."

It took a moment for that one to sink in. Then she came back beside my chaise lounge.

"Really?" she whispered, staring me in the eye. "Really?" She bent over me, bracing her hands on the arms of the chaise lounge. The robe fell open at the top. She wasn't wearing anything I could see under that robe.

"Really?" She repeated and pressed her lips to mine. I groaned into her open mouth and managed to restrain myself from throwing her down and fucking her.

She finally raised her face and breathed, "You know, I still want you, a lot." As she spoke, she ran her fingers down over my arm, then across my hip and thigh and finally rested her hand on my cock. Her eyes widened as she gripped it.

She stood straight and straddled the chaise lounge, letting her robe fall open. She moved forward till her neatly trimmed cunt was right over my face, then slowly lowered her crotch onto my more-than-eager mouth.

She was juicy and sweet and very, very hot. I kept my eyes open and had a groundhog's view of her – trim tummy, tiny waist, outrageous breasts, hard nipples…which I quickly reached up to tweak. As I licked her and sucked her, I ran my hands down and then around her back, finally fastening onto her firm, rounded ass. I pulled her down against my mouth and began teasing her clit. She was flowing now, bathing my face in her sauce. When I began circling her clit and she began shaking with her orgasm, she was drooling cunt juice into my mouth.

She straightened slowly, then moved down on the lounge. She reached down and unfastened the zipper and waist-snap of my jeans. My cock bobbed up, purple and angry at the long confinement.

She moved to one side of the lounge and dropped to her knees as she gripped my aching dick.

"It's so big, I – " She looked up at me. "I don't think I'm up for something this size, tonight – but I will be tomorrow."

I groaned as she began moving her hand on my cock. Oh, well, I thought, a handjob from her would be better than my own, at least. And she had promised to do better tomorrow.

"But I want you in my mouth tonight – now!" And then she ducked her head down and gobbled about a third of my prick before she reached her limit. She didn't try to be arty about it. She just latched on and went into leech mode, sucking and jerking.

Thirty seconds passed. All of thirty seconds.

"I'm gonna cum!" I breathed hoarsely.

She sucked harder and jerked harder and then I let loose. She made a soft noise, as if she'd been hit in the back with a pillow, then swallowed and sucked for oil. Some of my cum ran out of the corners of her mouth, but she never stopped sucking as I fired off again and then the semen just poured out of me in one continuous, blissful stream. She kept sucking and tonguing until I was done and then swallowed with a loud GULP.

I lay limp as she let my shrinking cock fall from her mouth. She rested her face on my thigh and stroked my shriveling prick with the tips of her fingers. After a few seconds, she raised her face to look at me, questioning. I motioned to her and she quickly crawled up into my arms and pressed herself against me. We kissed a couple of times. I could taste Irene and me in her mouth.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," she whispered, snuggling.

"Me, too."

"Really?"

I stroked her back through the robe. "Truth."

She giggled. "Still want Irene?"

"Well, uh…"

"Truth?" she admonished.

"Yes."

"Me, too. I better get going."

"Into bed with Irene."

"I want to do this again."

"Give me ten minutes."

"Braggart. Tomorrow. Please?"

"I could never refuse you anything; you know that."

She stood and stretched, arms high over her head and robe swinging open to reveal those gorgeous breasts.

"Don't forget to wash your face and brush your teeth."

"I'm not going to," she said, dropping her arms abruptly. I want her to taste you on me. Make her a little jealous!"