“You should have returned my call!”
“Hey, Dad, it was either take my girlfriend out for a walk or talk to you about my asshole brother. I went with Option One. Still seems like a good choice.” I was already getting tired of this conversation.
“Don’t you dare speak to your father that way!”
I sighed. “Yeah, whatever. Dad, you called me. What’s up?”
I could hear him try to calm himself down. “You haven’t even asked about your brother.”
“I wasn’t planning to. The last I saw of him he was moving on the kitchen floor and starting to moan and cry, and the State Police haven’t battered down the door here, so he must still be alive. Beyond that, I just don’t care.”
“You broke his jaw in two places.”
No wonder my hand hurt! “Yeah? Well, tell him to consider himself lucky. The next time he mouths off like that to Marilyn I’ll break his neck in two places. He’s lucky I didn’t kill him, and you know it.”
“Your mother is furious about this!” He was trying the mother ploy, since the injured sibling trick wasn’t working.
“She’ll get over it. I’ve been getting over her being furious about me since I was a kid.” I rubbed my face. This was getting me nowhere.
“DON’T YOU DARE SPEAK ABOUT YOUR MOTHER THAT WAY!”
“Okay, whatever. Here, let me make this real simple, Dad. I’ll see you around some day. Feel free to take me out of the will and tell the family and neighbors I ran away and joined the circus. I just don’t care anymore. Tell Suzie I’ll write. She’s the only one in the family worth a shit anyway, and that includes me. Goodbye.” I hung up the phone.
I looked over at Marilyn and shrugged my shoulders and gave her a bleak smile. She just stared back in silence. We sat there like that for another minute or two, and the phone rang again. I picked it up.
“DON’T YOU DARE HANG UP…” I dared and hung it up again, and then I picked it up and dialed 0. When I got the switchboard operator, I told her I didn’t want any more phone calls sent through, and that she should take a message and tell the caller she would pass it along. My parents weren’t about to air ‘dirty laundry’ to a mere telephone operator.
I turned to face Marilyn and gave her a wry shrug. She looked at me very seriously and said, “I wish you hadn’t done that. I don’t like being the one who gets in between you and your family like this.”
I traced a finger along her cheek and gave her a smile. “Whatever is going on here, it has nothing whatsoever to do with you. You just happened to be there at the time. Trust me, this is not about you. This has been building for years.” I eyed her naked back as she lay there on the bed, facedown and looking at me. Grabbing the box of condoms, I rattled it and grinned. “Care to spend the rest of the afternoon doing something a little more interesting?”
Marilyn grinned at me. “You’re hopeless! You’re an incorrigible child!” I just rattled the box some more. “No way! I actually feel kind of grungy!”
“That just means we’re doing it right!”
“No! I need a shower.” Marilyn rolled off the bed and scampered off to her room, staying out of my reach. I had a good laugh at that, and then climbed to my feet. In my closet I found a Hilton bathrobe, and I carried it and the box of Trojans out of my room and over towards her room. I listened at her door, and waited a minute. Then I heard the shower go on in her bathroom, so I snuck inside. I tossed the robe on the bed and the rubbers on the nightstand, and went into her bathroom. Marilyn didn’t even know I was in the room until I opened the shower door and slipped inside.
“What are you doing!?” she asked in a startled voice.
I grinned down at her. “I thought maybe you’d need help washing your back.”
That got a smile. “Oh, really? You’re just being helpful?”
I gave her the Scout Sign and recited the Scout Law. Helpful’s in there somewhere, I knew that. “Remember that ‘cheerful’ line?” I glanced down between us where Little Carl was pointing towards her. She followed my glance and laughed. “I think that’s cheerful.”
She reached down and grabbed me. “I am sure that’s not what they had in mind.”
“Hey, some of us are more cheerful than others!” I took the soap from her hands and began rubbing it all over her body, concentrating on the front side.
Marilyn closed her eyes and moaned. “I thought you said you wanted to wash my back?” she asked raggedly. I simply pulled her tightly against me and ran the bar of soap up and down her back. That got me a few more moans. Marilyn turned out to be absolutely filthy, and needed an awful lot of scrubbing to get her clean. Eventually she begged me to stop washing her, and she concentrated on me. I only had one piece of equipment that needed special cleaning, and she washed that until I spurted onto her belly.
By that time we were starting to turn into prunes, so we turned off the water and wrapped each other in towels and made our way to Marilyn’s bed. I lay down next to her and began to lick and suck on her nipples and began fingering her little clit again. Marilyn pushed me away long enough to grab a rubber and managed to tear the foil open and put it on me all by herself this time. Despite the number of times we had already screwed that afternoon, I found her incredibly stimulating and had no difficulty getting hard and fucking her hard.
After coming and filling the condom, I peeled it off and dropped it onto my towel. She looked at it and said, “It may be necessary, but it’s still pretty gross.”
“Promise me you’ll go on the Pill, so we won’t need these,” I replied.
“Oh, believe me, I’m convinced!”
“That way if we wanted to do it back there in the shower, we could have,” was my comment.
Marilyn’s eyes opened wide at that. “What? There? In the shower?”
“I plan to teach you all sorts of things.” I leaned over and nibbled her ear.
She smiled and pushed me away. “No more of that! We need to stop. I’m starting to feel sore again.”
Well, considering what we had been up to all afternoon, I would have been surprised if she wasn’t. Now that I thought about it, Little Carl was pretty tuckered out, too; he wasn’t going cave diving again for a few more hours. I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “Then maybe later tonight, when we go to bed.”
That got me another smile. “Yes, I think so. Don’t worry about it. I like these lessons. Feel free to teach me anything you want to!”
I had to laugh at that. “Marilyn, I know things that would curl your toes!” I laughed some more and climbed to my feet. “Listen, take a nap. I’m going to clean up again and get dressed. Whenever you get up, we’ll think about getting some dinner.” Then I gave her a lewd look. “Unless you want to stay like this and get room service.”
“Not just yet,” she replied, blushing. “Scoot!”
Teach her new things, indeed. That reminded me of the time I was teaching her how the Internet worked, back when it first started, and she asked what I meant when I said a search engine could find all sorts of stuff. She asked me what, so I typed in ‘anal fisting’ and watched her turn green while I rolled on the floor in laughter.
I scooted and took the box of Trojans back to my room, along with the robe. I took a very quick shower and then pulled on some clean clothes. There was a directory of local restaurants in a binder near the telephone in the common room, along with a listing of hotel services, and I started looking through the restaurants. I marked several down on a piece of Hilton stationery, to remember to ask Marilyn later. Then I sat down and turned on the television and flipped channels for a few minutes. I eventually turned it off and dozed in the armchair.
I woke up an hour or so later when Marilyn came out of the bedroom with her Hilton robe on. I rubbed my face and then smiled over at her. “Any ideas on dinner?”