How We Got Our New Pool - Part Uno - First Draft

Some of the story came together that night we spent sleeping over his house.

He had invited us, Larry had, for the weekend and while we tended to not like to do that sort of thing he was hard to say no to.  He had a way of speaking as if you had already agreed to the plans that made his ideas inevitable.

He said "you guys should come up for the weekend."  Alice started with "well we might be...what was that we had to do that Saturday?" and arched her eyebrows and curled her mouth (and that was back when her doing those things would make me think of her pressing her back against me, the cool curves of her ass against my cock and her breasts in my hands...the taste of salt on her neck)...suffice to say I lost track of my part in the little play we were putting on for Larry that was going to get us out of the weekend at Larry's house up on the RI border, even though we actually had no plans and usually got bored around Saturday afternoon when we didn't.

Larry said "...so you want to take the second exit for 138..." as if we had already said we were coming and had actually asked for specific directions, and then he started talking about the restaurant out on Broadway in his vacation town we could go to and I started thinking that I had blown it and that no one was going to be touching my penis this weekend.

"...vidalia onions and vine-ripened tomatoes and just a hint of cilantro..." Larry had moved on to who knows what and Alice stood looking right at him and I could see her eyes staring at his mouth which she hated ("big purple lips like worms") and had told me so and she looked at it now with naked disgust and I'm thinking that she's so angry she's not even trying to hide her disgust which could only mean that the conspicuous way she was also NOT looking at me, not even the occasional conversational glance in my direction, could only mean that she was monumentally angry at me (again) and I started formulating weak excuses and hopeless arguments and I could feel my forehead getting hot.

So I know you're wondering what happened next between me and Alice but I think you get the picture.  We drove nevertheless north on 95 looking for the exit, bottles of wine jiggling in the trunk, singing little laments for our dread at acquiescing to Larry's plans for us but promising to dull the overload of Larry in weekend mode and with, we've been told, a new girlfriend, me told as an aside that she has a "great ass AND tiny tits" both seemed to recommend her, Angelica, to Larry.

We arrived, and there was no where to park as there were several cars stacked in the driveway and loud dance music coming from the rear.  We went through the fence leaving our bags but bringing the wine.  Out back Larry was dancing naked, his back to our entrance, in front of a smoking gas grill with an oven mitt on one hand and a huge spatula in the other.  Angelica, we presumed, was lounging, sun bathing, in a black bikini.  I set a bottle on the teak table and Larry turned to greet us.  He was actually wearing some sort of shark-head speedo that didn't require support beyond, I guessed, what I knew to be his ample, uncircumcised cock.  I wondered whether it helped that he had never been chopped.  The shark head seemed to want to leap from between his legs and devour us.  It had a mouthful of white teeth and comical white eyes that bounced in their sockets as Larry made to come at us with his cock-shark on the attack.  He guffawed and slapped my back, then leaned over and kissed Alice grabbing her hand and placing it in the rubber shark's mouth.  She yanked her hand away and he laughed anew.

Angelica turned over on the chaise.  "Shut the fuck up, will you Larry?" she whined and settled her head into the crook of her arm to go back asleep.  I could see now that her ass, full and round as it was, was also covered wtih what looked like black tufts of hair, seemingly planted in straight rows like crops.  Her ass looked like a large oval toothbrush with black bristles.  I felt Larry's arm curl around my neck.  I could feel the hair on his arm scrub his grease and sweat into the inside of my pink Lacoste.

"What did I tell you.  Is that a great ass or what?"