Lou Harper Hanging Loose

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Arthur sounded distant. I stopped believing in religion and any higher power a long time ago, but I keep hoping I ll see him
again soon.
There was nothing to say. I wouldn t insult Arthur with some stock banality. So I nudged the plate of macaroons closer. I took one
too I needed a little consciousness altering at that moment too. Arthur took one of my hands in his. We sat in the slowly darkening
room in silence for a long, long time, watching ghosts chase each other in the shadows. His breathing slowed, and his head rolled
back. I carefully disentangled myself and left him there, sleeping in the dusky room.
When I got back a few hours later with dinner, the lights were on, and the old guy was puttering about. He looked a little better,
and I knew he was making an effort for me. I set up plates for two on the kitchen table. Jez was out I barely saw him these days
and I wanted to make sure Arthur ate. His appetite had been flagging.
We had our dinner in comfortable silence. There was something I wanted to ask him, but I was worried that poking at old
memories might get him back into a funky mood. Then again, he barely had a toehold in the present whether I asked or not.
Arthur, how did you meet Adelle?
His eyes lost focus, searching back through time, but his expression brightened. I first saw Ada in the RKO Commissary. She
was giving hell to some rube who was getting fresh with her. What a firecracker! She had a look and spirit enough for three. Talented
too. She could ve been famous, but she was too wild, always doing her own thing. I remember, at one time she was up for a screen
test for a role that could ve made her, but instead she took off to Paris with some guy she d fallen in love with. She came back alone
six months later, but if you thought she d be crushed, you d be disappointed. Adelle just laughed and went on. If I were into women, I
would ve asked her to marry me. I think I may have anyway. As is, she was my best friend.
She sounds like one of a kind.
Yeah, she was a wild card, but she was no flake. She could keep a secret like nobody. Arthur chuckled. To this day, nobody
knows who Jesse s grandfather is. Oh, there were rumors about a dozen film stars, a few of the studio heads, and a writer or two all
married, of course but she never told, not even me.
We spent the rest of the night with his reminiscing about his old studio days and my providing the attentive audience, till Arthur
tired. It cheered him up.
Chapter Thirteen
Jez was still out when I went to bed that night, but I woke up relieved when he and his cold feet crawled under the covers next to
me, sometime in the wee hours.
I had uneasy dreams that vanished the moment I opened my eyes. Jez was still fast asleep, so I stole out of bed to put the
coffee on. Arthur s photos made me think of my own. I had absconded with one small album when I left Indiana. I dug it out and was in
the living room, flipping through it, when Jez slipped next to me on the sofa, handing me a cup of coffee.
Who s that? he asked when we got to the last page.
That s Jenny.
You didn t tell me she was hot.
I thought you weren t into chicks.
Well, yeah, but I m not blind!
I got lucky, I explained. She had no idea what a knockout she was. Jenny thought she was plain.
Must be a Midwest thing.
What?
Nothing.
There were a couple of brand-new pictures on the coffee table too. They came in the mail from Ginny. I picked them up. One
was of Jez with his surfboard and fake tattoo and another of the two of us asleep, arms strewn across each other. Intimate. I had to
admit it: Ginny was good. She plucked those moments out of time with a deft precision. It made me ache to recapture them. Well, as
my grandma used to say, if wishes were horses&
I dropped the pictures back on the table, took Jez s cup out of his hands, and set it next to them. A wisp of a smile played on his
lips as he eyed me, waiting for my next move. I chose to kiss it off. I pressed him into the cushions, leaving no doubt about my
intentions. I slid my hand into the seat of his shorts, and he tilted his hips up to give easier access. I cupped his ass and squeezed.
The sudden flashback to Professor Henwood and his baritone voice was unexpected but excusable under the circumstances.
Callipygian, I blurted out.
What? Jez looked at me with befuddled arousal.
Cal-ee-pidge-ee-an, I enunciated with care. Having shapely buttocks. It s in the dictionary, if you don t believe me.
Well, as long as you re not calling me a pigeon. He laughed.
My art history professor was very fond of the word. All those Greek statues, you know. I suddenly remembered.
Jez had no chance to respond as I tried to strip him out of his shorts and flip him over at the same time. There were too many
limbs. Once all sorted, I had him the way I wanted: naked and prone, stretched out on the sofa. I sat back across his legs to take a
good look.
Against the easy lines of his back and thighs, the brazen curves of Jez s buttocks stood out like a couple of call girls. Unlike the
rest of his tanned body, they were white as cream. I gave in to temptation and tasted one. My teeth scraped against the flesh, and I
had to fight the urge to bite down hard. Jez twitched. I switched to the other side for symmetry s sake. I slipped my fingers into the
cleft between, drawn by the heat and a sense of adventure. When the tip of my finger brushed against his hole, I hesitated.
Stop! came the muffled groan.
You promised! I protested.
Bedroom. Jez pushed us off the sofa and marched out of the room. I trailed after him, hobbling out of my jeans on the way.
Jez set things out got the lube and condoms from the nightstand. He lay on his back and arranged pillows under his hips while
I stood there like the shy kid on the first day of school. At his prompting, I lowered myself next to him. He took my hand. It could ve
been clinical if not for the feral walloping of my heart, caused by the blend of nerves and excitement.
Jez s steady fingers guided my slippery ones to that tight, tight heat. So strange and private. Then there was that moment when
my fumbling fingers stumbled upon the right spot, and Jez s spine curved, breath and words caught in his throat for a second before
rushing forth.
Fuck! Baby, yes. Right there!
I would have been happy to give up my original quest and instead just stroke him, lick him to see that wanton look on his face,
but Jez stopped me and tossed me a slim package. I rolled the condom on my shaft with shaking fingers. I shuffled myself between
his legs and lined myself up, suddenly nervous.
It s okay. He was encouraging. Just go slow first.
I pushed in, just barely, waiting for a sign, and got it when he canted his pelvis. I moved again. Fully inside, I had to stop to
remember how to breathe.
Jez rubbed my arm. It s good, baby. It s good.
That was an understatement. I choked on a laugh. I moved again, thrust, uncertain, stuttering at first, then finding rhythm. Jez s
legs wrapped around me; his hands rubbed and teased. Still I wanted more. I lowered myself to capture his lips with mine. Our tempo
grew slower and sweeter. Jez s cock, trapped between us, was slickened with sweat. We were making sinfully lubricious noises.
Jez came with his whole body tensing and face twisting as if in pain. He shouted as he dug his fingers into my back and hot
stickiness shot between us. I didn t realize how close I was until his ass clenching around my cock ripped the orgasm out of me. It
took only a few more jerky thrusts before I collapsed on top of him, spent and boneless.
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I m sorry, Jez whispered. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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