I walked back outside, my erection leading the way. I tossed my clothes on a chair and walked past the loungers where Nela was on top of Dawn in what sounded like a very passionate 69. They didn’t even notice me.
The rest of the group was in the hot tub, looking at me.
“How in the world can you be hard?” Tina said, her eyes locked on my cock.
So I told them.
“Jesus Christ, you big stud,” Nela said from behind me. “You wore them both out?”
“Yeah. Now I’ve got my first case of blue balls in a long, long time.”
“Bring ’em over here. I’ll take care of you,” she said.
I looked at Thomas. He nodded. So did Mary Beth. Tina just licked her lips. Her eyes were still locked on my hard cock.
“Here I come,” I said, and walked over to Nela and Dawn. Nela didn’t move from what she was doing except to stick her ass a little higher in the air for easier access. I didn’t bother with niceties; I just grabbed her hips and plunged in my entire length. She yelped and then moaned as I started moving.
“God, you feel good,” she said. “No wonder you wore them out. Damn, it feels so good!”
“Told you,” said Dawn from just below us.
“I … thought… Asians… were supposed… to have… small cocks.”
“I’m only part Asian.”
“… other part?”
“Porn star,” I said, and really started pounding her.
“I… believe it. Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck MEEEEEE!!!!” Nela came hard and her pussy convulsed. I felt Dawn’s tongue caress my hard cock at Nela’s entrance as I fucked her. That was enough for me.
“Cumming!” I yelled.
“In her,” Jay and Mary Beth and Dawn yelled together. I yelled as I slammed deep and spurted my hot load into Nela’s waiting pussy. Nela was moaning. Dawn was licking my balls. The waves of a great orgasm washed through my body. I rode it to the end and then pulled out of Nela and stumbled onto the nearest lounger. Nela moaned again as I listened to the sound of Dawn happily sucking my cum out of Nela’s snatch.
“I’m sorry, Nela,” I said.
“For what?”
“For taking you like that. For using you to get myself off.”
“Are you kidding? That was perfect.” She paused to moan again, then moved around until she could give Dawn a deep lingering kiss. Then she turned back to me.
“I like nice, slow, romantic bubble bath love as much as the next girl. But I’m just as happy to be taken for a hard fuck. You were perfect. Besides, you needed it.”
“I did,” I said. “Thank you.” I leaned down to kiss her. She wrapped her hand around my neck and pulled me in for a deep, passionate, tongue dueling kiss. When we were done she whispered, “I think I’d really like to come over to your place once in a while, Johnny. If that’s okay.”
“Totally okay by me,” Dawn said.
“Me too,” I said. “Gonna have to buy a bigger bed, though.”
“I don’t think they have anything bigger than a California King, Johnny,” Dawn said.
“We have a little money. I think we can have one made.”
*****
Meyer recovered fully. I got to meet Georgia one night at the Pacific Dining Car bar, my favorite place to grab an after-work drink with Meyer. Georgia was something. Beautiful, smart, engaging. And a redhead, with typical redheaded sauciness and temper. When she left to use the bathroom I told Meyer that my conscience was asking me to tell her about the nurse. He lifted his middle finger in salute.
“There might be something there, Johnny, there really might. I think we’re going back to my place after dinner.”
“I’m happy for you. Truly.”
“I know.” He looked down at his Scotch and soda. “Johnny, I’m an old man. I’ve been a bachelor for so long that I’m not really sure if all the parts work anymore.”
I looked at him. “Meyer. No bullshit. Really?”
He looked back at me. “Really.”
I leaned in. “Okay, personal question. Do you ever wake up hard in the morning?”
“All the time,” he said. “But that’s because I gotta pee.”
I laughed and put my arm around his neck. “No, it’s not,” I said. “That’s your body’s way of telling you it’s ready for you to go out and pillage. You’re gonna be fine.”
And from all reports, he was.
Meyer, my lieutenant, and my captain all bugged me to take the Detective III test, so I did. Within a short period of time I made the list and was very quickly promoted. Buddy’s sergeant and lieutenant twisted his arm into accepting promotion to Sergeant I with a guarantee that he would remain on the street.
After my promotion was posted Meyer took me out for a celebratory drink, once again at the Pacific Dining Car. He was slowly nursing a Scotch & soda and I was making faster progress on a Negroni.
“You still gunning for my job?” he said.
“Never.”
“Not even if I retire?”
I looked at him. “You thinking about it?”
He sighed. “I’ve got almost 30 years on the force. That’s a good pension. And I’ve put money away. Plus…”
I waited him out.
“Georgia’s got money, too.”
“You guys are going for it?” I said.
He gently swirled his drink. “I think so,” he said softly. “I want to. She says she does, too. Like I told you, there’s something there.”
I signaled the bartender.
“Another round?”
“Yes, but different. We’d like a couple of shots of your Highland Park 18 in buckets, neat.”
“You got it.” Off he went.
“What’s this?” Meyer said.
“Celebration,” I said. “You and Georgia. Starting out together is the best part.”
“Yeah,” he said. “But what if we burn out?”
“Staying together long enough to work through the burnout is the best part.”
The bartender brought our bucket shots.
“Maybe,” Meyer said. “But all we’re going to do from here on out is get older.”
I raised my glass and waited until he raised his in return. We clinked.
“Growing old together is the best part,” I said. I lifted my glass to my mouth and so did he. We drank the fine stuff down.
“Goddamn,” he said as he put his glass on the bar. “You’re a bad fucking influence. Pretty soon I won’t be happy with my usual Old Whatchamacallit.”
“Blame Barker,” I said. “He’s spoiled me with expensive liquor.”
Meyer was silent for a while.
“I’ve been alone for so long, Johnny. I’m used to it. I don’t know how to live with another person. I’m not sure I’m cut out for it. I don’t know if she’ll be happy with me once she sees me at my worst and we’re together all the time.”
“It’s the same for all of us,” I said.
“Yeah, right,” he said. “Easy to say. You’re living with three women and they’re all goo-goo eyed over you. You’re my fucking hero.”
How to say this.
“Meyer. You are one of the best people I know. If Georgia doesn’t fall harder in love with you once you’re living together then she doesn’t deserve you. But let’s say you’re right. Let’s say you move in together, or get married, or whatever, and it doesn’t work out. You’re alone right now. If you get together and don’t make it, you’ll be alone again. Net change: zero.”
Meyer nodded.
“But what if it works? What if you two are so fucking happy together that you light up Los Angeles with how fucking happy you are together?”
Meyer looked at me.
“Hey, you can do a pre-nup. ‘We hereby state that if it doesn’t work out we can go back to the happy booty call arrangement.'”
Meyer laughed.
“You’re right,” he said. “I’m gonna go for it.”
We clinked our empty glasses.
“Thanks, I owe you one,” he said. “What’ll it be?” He was looking at the liquor.
I looked at him and waited until he was looking at me, too. “Don’t retire,” I said.