It was a wedding reception dinner-dance in Marin. We were supposed to play from eight-thirty to twelve-thirty, but something unforeseen happened. We were setting up at about eight o'clock, while the guests were still eating dinner, when everyone was startled by a loud crash and a scream from the head table. There was a lot of commotion and people running frantically all over. The father of the bride had collapsed and died.
The party broke up, of course, and we were dismissed. I was just loading the last of my equipment into the car when the ambulance arrived. None of the musicians even knew the man. Nevertheless, being in such proximity to sudden death had depressed all of us. Only the family was left, and they were beside themselves with grief. What a hell of a way to start a marriage, I thought.
Suddenly very tired, I drove home in a dull, contemplative mood, and walked in the front door about nine. The house was dark, but unmistakable sounds of love-making were coming from the large bed in the living room. Silhouetted against the city-bright night sky of the windows, I could make out two figures bolting upright in bed at the sound of my entry.
Mora's voice was shocked, but commanding. "Go into the back bedroom and don't turn on the light."
I was confused, startled. I might have been ready for any reasonably unexpected occurrence, but this was totally beyond my understanding.
Saying nothing, I went into the kitchen and, walking quietly, put my head around the doorway from the kitchen to the dining section of the living room. I could make out their figures and hear voices whispering excitedly in the gloom.
My fear and surprise turned to anger, and then to rage. Whoever it was, I was going to kill the sonofabitch. When I got through the ambulance crew would have to mop him up with a blotter. My adrenaline surged hard, my heart was beating too fast, and my kidneys hurt. Getting ready to charge, I flicked on the dining-area light, which brightened the entire room.
But my rage was not to be satisfied. Within an instant it reverted back to surprise and uncertainty. They were both sitting up naked in bed, staring at me, Mora and a very pretty blond girl. "I told you to stay in back," she scolded, as though it were all my fault.
"Jesus Christ!" I said.
There was a silence, then the other girl looked at Mora. "Do you want rne to go?" she asked in a soft, frightened voice.
Mora sighed and shrugged her shoulders in silent acceptance of the situation. "No," she said, "Stay. I want you to stay."
There was another silence, until finally Mora smiled at me. "I was going to tell you, anyway. It was just a matter of time. I didn't think you were ready, yet."
I was paralyzed. So many different emotions were playing upon me so rapidly that I couldn't cope with them. I stood there like a dummy.
"Come over and meet April," she said. "April, this is Richard."
I shook hands with April, who in a sudden burst of modesty was trying to cover her breasts with the bed-sheet.
There I was, shaking hands with my girl's girlfriend-lover. It was ludicrous, but there seemed to be nothing else to do.
Again there was an awkward silence, broken when Mora asked me why I was home so early. She patted the bed to indicate that she wanted me to sit there. I told them what had happened at the wedding reception and they both were sympathetic, as persons often are when told about tragedy striking strangers. We talked self-consciously of nothing for a while, then Mora lay back on her pillow, with April sitting on one side of her and me on the other. "Poor Richard," she said softly, reaching out to stroke the sleeve of my band jacket. "First a man dies on him and then he finds his girl in bed with another woman. Not a very good day, was it baby?" There was just a hint of mockery in her voice.
"It's all right," she said. "You should know that I'd never be unfaithful to you with another man, but April is a lovely girl and there's no reason for you to feel jealousy because I wouldn't hurt you for the world. So come lay your head on my shoulder and let me put my arm around you."
April watched me intently as I crawled forward on the bed to lie beside Mora. My emotions were still unsettled, but my cock, with a mind of its own, was beginning to rise in my pants. I lay with her arm under me, and she began to rub my back and neck. I could smell the sweet liquor on her breath. April, forgetting her modesty again, let the bed sheet drop, exposing her naked body. She sat beside Mora with her legs folded under her, a honey blonde with light brown cunt hair, almost the same color as Mora's. She seemed a bit thinner than Mora and somewhat smaller, with thin, down-covered arms and legs. Her blue eyes were serious and questioning, as though she, too, was uncertain as to what was happening. She appeared to be about twenty and, from her boyish build and small breasts, I guessed that she, also, was a model. As Mora stroked me with her left arm her right reached up and began gently feeling April's breast, tracing the roundish outline of it with the flat of her hand, then slowly massaging the small, pink nipple. April caressed Mora's forearm with both hands for a few minutes, and then lay beside her, with her head on Mora's other shoulder.
By now I had a for-real hard-on and was wondering if I would get to fuck April, or if Mora would consider that being unfaithful. But, knowing Mora, I figured that she must have had something in mind.
She did. Mora turned her head toward me and we kissed, gently sucking each other's tongues. Then she turned her head the other way, and she and April kissed, while I moved up over their faces so I could see better. The two girls were kissing full on the mouth and sucking each other's tongues, as Mora and I had done. Then Mora turned her head back to me, and we kissed again. I felt Mora pull April closer, so that our three faces were together, and I felt April's arm slide smoothly over my back for support.
Mora held the back of April's head, pushing her face over until all of our lips were touching. The three of us kissed for a long time, our lips and tongues intermingling. April and I kissed, while Mora licked around the sides of our lips and our faces. Of all the new erotic feelings I had experienced with Mora, the feeling of the three of us kissing was the most sensual yet.
Finally Mora whispered to me to get undressed. I got off the bed and began peeling clothes, tearing off my cuff-linked shirtsleeves over my hands while the girls continued kissing each other. When I had finished, standing naked, with my prong in the air, April looked up and gasped a little, an odd expression on her face.
Mora, seeing all of this, told me, "It will be beautiful if the three of us make love, but you must stay faithful to me. And you must remember always that April has a great fear of men's sex organs. So be gentle and don't do anything to hurt her."
I promised that I wouldn't, trying to hide the disappointment I felt at not being able to show off my new sex prowess to a different woman. I got back onto the bed and we kissed and fondled a bit more. Mora moved to April's other side and told me she wanted us both to make love to the beautiful blonde, who lay back and sighed as Mora began sucking one breast, and I the other. We ended up between her legs, feeling the very soft skin of her lower buttocks and thighs and running our fingers over her clit and in and out of her cunt. She began to moan and pump up and down slowly on the mattress.
I leaned down and put my mouth over her nipple, drawing it out gently until it was fully erect. Mora kissed her belly and thighs, and, moving around between her legs, began to lick April's cunt. April drew in her breath the second she felt the tongue touch her, crying out in pleasure. I could see Mora's nose and closed eyes over April's mound.' She pushed April's legs back to her breasts.
"She's almost ready. Suck her cunt," she ordered breathlessly. I moved my head between her legs, licking her from above as Mora licked from below. Mora licked lower and lower, until she was at April's ass. Immediately the blonde began to scream, grabbing my hair with her hands and pushing my head hard into her, as her whole body arched to rigid and she vibrated rapidly, yelling out a prolonged orgasm until her voice became hoarse.