Chapter 29
Posted: March 06, 2009 - 07:57:43 pm
Upstairs, things had started slowly, but were moving well. Jean had been obviously reluctant, so Lon had taken things easy, taking her to his mother’s room, rather than his own, figuring that was a less threatening environment.
Jean plopped on the bed and put her head in her hands. "Everybody is telling me that I’m acting like a complete fool. That’s not the normal thing…"
Lon shrugged. "I think you were right, originally — but it didn’t do any good, because, dangerous or not, we were gonna do it. Now, though — well, you don’t seem to have your head on straight…"
"If you have a relationship…" Jean began.
"If your relationship is based on sleeping around, the rules don’t apply," Lon interrupted. "You’re talking about love and marriage and stuff. This is sex — and it’s supposed to be JUST sex!"
"Well, what if it isn’t?" Jean asked, stubbornly.
"Lookit," Lon said, exasperated. "Even if you and Toby decide to have babies together and make Rick a stepson, Toby has other shit to deal with. For one thing, he needs to keep Mama in line, and that could turn out to be a full time job. Thus far, Beth is the only woman in the group who doesn’t want his cock in her — and she hasn’t had him, or all bets would probably be off! Now, what you and Toby do are up to you and Toby — but if you try to take him out of circulation, there will be trouble — that’s all there is to it! You see that, don’t you?"
"Well, yeah — but I don’t have to like it!"
Lon rolled his eyes. "I don’t have to tell you what kind of things could happen if you piss Mama off — you’re generally pretty smart. Toby’s looking at this from his end — he’s protecting his mama and he’s TRYING to protect YOU! But you want to go all jealous on him…" He shook his head. "I’m not here to compete with him — I’m here more or less to even things up. Toby has to spread himself around right now. You can sit around and count how many times and stew about it, or you can spread YOURSELF — which has benefits."
"What benefits?" Jean sulked.
"It’s not one-sided," Lon replied. "If nothing else, you can say to yourself, Sure, he fucks around — but I do, too. That keeps you from getting too out to lunch about the whole thing. Second — do you think that if we have sex — even GREAT sex — you’re gonna fall head over heels in love with me?"
"Well, no."
"Are you sweet on Damian?"
"No."
"Okay, then. This kind of thing will act as a reminder to you that just because he sticks his cock in some chick, it isn’t a contract of marriage — because it isn’t for YOU, either!" Lon insisted.
"Well, what if I get all wild and slutty? It’s embarrassing!" Jean retorted.
"You mean like Mama gets? And Beth gets? And, apparently, how Louise gets? You’d be having fun! What’s so embarrassing? Especially when everyone ELSE is? Why do you always have to hold yourself to some tight-ass standard?"
"I don’t know!" Jean glared at the floor.
"You need to get over it," Lon insisted. "You need to relax and have fun and let Toby do his thing — and help, if you can. I guarantee you that you don’t want to push him to make hard choices. He’s still got his head on straight — where do you figure that will leave YOU?"
This insight rocked Jean’s world; Lon’s observation hit right at her core. "So…"
Lon saw that he’d finally hit a hot button — so he hammered it, "If you force him to pick between you and his Mama…"
Jean blanched. "So what do I do?"
Lon shrugged. "I wouldn’t give him shit about fucking Mama or Louise, for starters. And I think I’d be making friends and influencing people among the guys. Toby is the unofficial top dog right now — and, well, it won’t be good if you screw that up for him. I mean, if you’re his woman, don’t you want to help him? Be on his side?"
Jean pondered this. "I’m screwing him up."
Lon shrugged. "I think so. You and he are a lot alike — generally. But you’re all over the map on this, and it’s fucking him up. Instead of counting on you he has to baby-sit you…"
"I see that. What do I do?"
Lon shrugged. "Be there for him. Put the psycho-babe stuff aside and do what he needs you to do. Nobody expects you not to prefer to fuck him before everyone else — shit, you don’t think you’re not HIS preferred partner, do you?"
"No…"
"Okay, then. He’s unavailable right now, taking care of business. You can joggle his elbow by making him worry about what you’re up to, or you can help him out by making friends on the male side of the fence…" Lon shrugged. "It’s a power base thing, if nothing else — but it would be better for everybody if you had fun doing it…"
And there it was — what she’d been lacking: a justifiable reason to have fun. Because if she acted like she was going to the gallows, before or after, she was causing problems for Toby. She turned it around in her head, looking for issues, but it made sense; if she tore at the fabric of the group, she undercut her man — and if she did that, she endangered their relationship. And that took precedence over any stresses to their relationship that having sex with someone else might cause — because there was no reason for a little sex with someone she didn’t have any emotional attachment to to CAUSE a stress on their relationship! "Thanks, Lon — this has been … enlightening. I owe you one. Maybe I owe you two. How about a little foreplay, and then you can collect?"
"Huh?"
Jean wrinkled her nose playfully. "I think maybe we ought to fuck, don’t you? That’s what we came up here for…"
"Well, yeah…" he eyed her suspiciously.
"What’s wrong?" Jean asked.
"I thought we were arguing, basically."
"Well, when you’re right, you’re right…" Jean replied. "I’m slow, but I’m not stupid. You presented a pretty convincing case — I’m gonna buck up and stop acting like a fool, because it messes up the man I…"
Lon eyed her. "You might as well say it…"
"Love…" Jean mused for a second on the word and its meaning to her, then changed up: "How about sixty-nine, for starters? That will get everything nice and wet…" She draped herself back on the bed.
"Sure…" Lon wasn’t used to winning arguments with women — but you don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, either. He arranged himself on his side opposite her, lifted her leg, and zeroed in on the feminine aroma…
It took him all of two seconds to find what was undoubtedly leftovers from Damian’s earlier deposit — which left him in a quandary. He could have a fit and screw up something that was finally moving in the right direction, or he could ignore the whole thing. After a moment’s thought, during which he fingered her a bit, he decided that if they were going to do gang-bangs regularly, this kind of thing was going to happen; best get used to it. Shrugging, he put his tongue back to work…
'Big cocks, ' Jean mused, taking Lon’s into her mouth, 'Everybody seems to have one… ' Hugh’s endowments, however nice they had seemed to her at the time, were coming up tiny in comparison to Lon, or the Carter boys — even Rick — and most CERTAINLY Toby … Foreskins were a new thing, too, but she was getting the hang of them. She worked her tongue under Lon’s, eliciting a groan as she circled the head of his cock with it under the retractable covering. Lon was demonstrating the familiarity with her vagina that he had gained so expensively a few days before; Jean’s clitoris was buzzing. The thought that she enjoyed cunnilingus perhaps a bit too much flickered past in her consciousness, but she was in no condition to examine it. Lon’s tongue was all over her pudenda, and he knew where to go and for how long … Fortunately, his penis was extending itself and becoming rock-hard, too, under her lips and tongue, because now that the gloves were off, he was driving her nuts! "Oh, God!" she moaned. "Let’s do it!"