Gilbert Sorrentino - Aberration of Starlight

Oh God, oh God, oh God, I can’t stand it Tom, oh Tommy, Tommy, I’m nuts about you, burning up! This way? Do you like me like this? Back like this with my legs up like this? Anything you want, my love, my dearest. Oh just tell me what you want. What you like. Jesus Christ, let me lock the goddamn fucking door, will you?

Here, you two nuts. Now what the hell are you up to? Oh oh.

Susan had almost completed a drawing in the pad on her lap, a man, a man, a woman, a woman, and … another man? Yeah. They were going at it hot and heavy, like nobody’s business. Christ almighty!

Janet! So that’s what you’ve been blushing at like a schoolgirl. Janet put her highball down and handed Susan her cigarette, then suddenly stood up and abruptly pulled her dress off, then her slip. Susan reached over and touched her inner thigh. Jesus H. Christ! Am I going crazy? Is this my wife? Is this my sister-in-law?

But we’re right out in the street, Susan …

Shh. High-school kids do it all the time. We’re in the pitch dark under the tree and nobody is on the street around here, oh, ah, there, after ten o’clock. Oh my God, oh Jesus. Susan.

It feels good, right, Tommy, good. Good? Do you like it?

I’ll get over here like …

Yeah, yes, oh yeah …

Pull down my … yes …

Oh! Hold on there, over there, and we can …

Oh, Tommy! Tomm-my! Slow …

Your blouse. Open your damn blouse …

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh …

Jesus fucking H. Christ …

When Janet sat back down in nothing but her shoes and stockings, Susan leaned over and they began to kiss like the French do, you know? with their tongues and both their mouths open and for Christ sake you couldn’t hear anything but them moaning and slobbering and they were both squirming, brother. Janet’s hand was up Susan’s skirt and Susan had her legs wide open, really wide open, oh Christ! Tom just took his goddamn pants off. He was almost crazy looking at them. Then he got busy on Susan’s clothes and she was watching him with her eyes half-closed as she pushed and writhed against Janet’s hand, wherever the hell that was. And my God, she didn’t have any step-ins on at all. My sister-in-law?

I can’t! I can’t with the damn gear shift, you come over here. Susan, we can’t …

Then let’s go in the back, oh Christ, Tommy, I want it! What the hell’s the matter with you? O.K. We’ll climb over. Here, come on, here. O.K.? Yes, ahh yes, oh baby, baby, I’m all ready … just sit back and I’ll get right, like, like this? O.K.? OH. Ohh.

Like that, like that, yes baby yes, oh play with them, play with them, baby baby, ohh.

Just. Push. It. Back. Push. Back. Back! Yeah.

Oh honey, look … look out, here comes a, here comes, Susan, a car! Here comes a car, ohh.

I don’t give a good God damn, don’t stop, don’t stop, hear? Don’t stop please, please.

It’s so good. It’s so fucking good. That son of a bitch Alex!

Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me.

Bent over the desk with her beautiful behind in the air and her tweed skirt up around her waist and her slip too and her pink step-ins wrapped around one ankle and her jacket open and her blouse open and her breasts hanging out of her chemise. So that Tom could hold them one in each hand as he thrust into her. Her knees quivered and she lay her head on the desk and bit her knuckle looking at a letter. Dear Mr. Thebus: In reference to your letter of the 16th inst. inquiring as to the feasibility of an all-purpose slicer being. She felt a flicker of fire from her nipples down to her crotch. Go fast! she said very calmly and conversationally. She began to throw her buttocks up in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. Tom groaned and started to come.

Hold my skirt up! Jesus! OH!

I’m coming! Susan, Susan? Susan.

Hold my skirt up, dammit. OH! OH! OHH!

Oh yeah that’s. That’s. It, baby.

Now Susan had everything off too but her shoes and stockings and they were all three tangled together on the couch like some real goddamn dirty picture. It’s funny that Janet started all this. Not really. But yes, really. She took her clothes off, just like that. Oh, Janet said you can really screw, Tom, Susan said. She did? I just told her you really liked it, you know? you liked to… you know? How? How do I like it? I’m ashamed. Ashamed? They all laughed. I told her you like it dog-style. Oh? Susan said. I didn’t believe her but if you do, and she immediately got on the floor on her hands and knees and stuck her beautiful backside in the air, her cheek on the rug, looking behind her. Tom knelt between her thighs and Janet massaged his penis lasciviously, kissing him and bringing his right hand to her breasts. Alex likes this too, Susan said. You men are all the same. Then Tom leaned forward and pushed into her and took her breasts in his hands and Janet’s eyes got wide watching.

Somebody’s at the door!

Fuck me. Fuck me.

There’s a car! Oh, there’s a goddamn car coming!

Fuck me, fuck me. Fuck the car. Fuck me.

The bell?

The bell? At this hour?

Oh, Jesus Christ, I bet it’s Alex come to pick you up, Susan.

I don’t care. Don’t stop, Tom! My God, you can really screw!

But the car’s stopping! It’s my secretary I think and she’s got a key

to the office and besides, she’s shining a light right in here, maybe it’s a cop. I don’t care if it’s Mahatma Gandhi, fuck me! Oh baby, please please please make me come off, oh Jesus, please?

Oh, hello Alex. Yes, Susan’s in the living room but she says you should wait a minute, she’s got a surprise for you. The robe? Yes, Tom and I were going to bed early but we all got to talking. Ha ha. Susan meant to leave ages ago. You know your brother, once he gets started.

Let’s do it in the front seat too!

It is my secretary and she … uh, Miss Thompson, uh. Ha ha. Miss Thompson? Why are you, uh, undressing?

Alex! I wouldn’t go in there if I were … Susan is standing in the middle of the room, her bare breasts just visible under her open blouse and jacket, her hair in disarray, sweat running down her face. Her tweed skirt is over the back of a chair. She is struggling to pull her step-ins on but they have caught on one of her high heels. She leans against Tom, who is completely naked. What in the God damn hell? Alex says. Janet shrugs and opens her bathrobe, slips it off, and lets it fall to the floor. The doorbell rings again. The doorbell? Now what? Susan sees her husband and gives up the struggle with her underwear. Tom shrugs and grins. They all look at the door as it opens slowly to reveal Miss Thompson. She closes the door behind her and begins to pull her clothes off, whimpering. Oh, Mr. Thebus! she says, I can’t stand it! Tom looks modestly at the floor as Miss Thompson advances on him, scattering her garments. And who’s this other handsome man, she says, looking at Alex and licking her lips.

Then, through the still-open door enter, in various stages of undress, Tom’s eighth-grade English teacher, Greta Garbo, a typist currently employed by Uneek Metal Parts, Inc., a woman in powdered wig and domino, and Tillie the Toiler. Their eyes are bright with sexual frenzy.

Marie went into town with that simp, Dave Warren, and wouldn’t tell Tom why, and he went along with her little mystery, asking her twice, hell, three or four times, her reason. As if he didn’t know anything about women! But with a dame like Marie it was best to play dumb, she’d get a kick out of it and he’d score a few more points, the attentive beau. He even made some sappy cracks about being jealous of Dave, as if that rube even knew what to do with it. What in hell wouldn’t he do to get her drawers off? Not that he didn’t like her a lot, really, she was swell. Tom could easy see that she’d be a great girl friend, but the way she was acting ever since that night he French-kissed her on the road, Christ, she was hell-bent for the altar, anyway that’s how it looked to him. Jesus, she almost fainted — a hell of a long time between drinks! If he played his cards right, just right, he could get into her before the time came for him to go back to the city, what? ten days more, nine. She kept telling him about Catholic this and Catholic that but if he asked her to marry him she’d chuck the whole goddamn thing. They’re all the same. Billy thought he was God almighty Himself, he was a nice kid, a little too nosy and under your damn feet all the time, but he was a great information service. Nothing to be done with that old bastard John, though, he knew what Tom was after, all the fucking castor-oil smiles in the world wouldn’t soften him up. He had half a mind to cross the old fart up and ask Marie to marry him, just to see his face.