A Bloom in June Ch. 05

****This is Chapter 5 of an ongoing series about a middle aged guy having a fling with one of his college friend's 21 year old trans daughter. I think it can be read as a standalone but I don't go out of the way to add call backs or context, assuming that most people will read the first four prior to this one****

"Fuck, am I really gonna do this?" I mumbled to myself as I stared in the mirror.

Over the previous few months I had grown very comfortable, which is usually my preferred state. But, my mish-mash of personality traits and likely mental health issues often lead me to have contradicting urges. I like order, but without an element of chaos order is just the default. So every once in a while I'll throw a grenade into my life when the patterns begin to gettoo predictable.

So after nearly two months of June crashing at my place, and after the grapple that was finding our footing as friends-with-benefits rather than as a burgeoning couple, I was starting to get that urge to shake things up again. Since it was New Years Eve it seemed like a good time for a change, I just hoped she would see it that way too.

So, after a deep breath and one last look in the mirror, I flipped the clippers on and started to hack away at my beard. Chunk by chunk, black and grey rained down into my sink as I broke up with my nearly five year old "break up beard" from when Renee and I spit.

June had often said how much she liked my beard, so I was hoping she'd like the look of my face without it too. Of course she had known me for many years without it too, but that was when she was a kid.

"Come on Craig! What the fuck are you doing in there? Trimming your pubes?" June shouted through the door. "Awfully presumptuous of you to assume you're gonna get lucky tonight mister!"

"Sorry Junie... I'll be ready soon." I shouted back over the hum of the clippers.

After Christmas she had begged me to take her to a "fancy grown up" New Years Eve party. At first I had considered taking her to my bosses house, but after further reflection I realized that was a bit more laid back than she was looking for. She wanted tuxes and gowns, and I only knew of one party that fit that bill.

So I called my mother and asked if she could get me and a plus one into the Chancellor's party. I had been a few times over the years and always found it impossibly stuffy and way too formal, but that was exactly what June wanted. Or, at least what she thought she wanted.

Mom and Dad had stopped going after he had fully retired from Vandy, but since she was still adjunct, their names were on the list. Within an hour of my request, Mom sent me an email with our invite. After that we headed out to West Nashville to a place called Glitz to buy her a gown.

The sales girl was a bit frosty, and I was concerned we were going to have a transphobic episode, but in the end June got a gorgeous black mermaid silhouette dress with little silver sequins bursts. It had super thin spaghetti straps and was very tight, which perfectly accentuated her firm little butt.

I liked it a lot.

For my part I busted out my tux and shined up my shoes in an effort to look more like her date than her dad. It was that impulse that lead to me ridding myself of my "zaddy" beard. By the time I was done shaving it all off, the guy staring back at me in the mirror was a shock. Sadly, I still didn't think he looked young enough to show up to a fancy ass party in Belle Meade with a beautiful 21 year old though.

By the time I was tying my bowtie June was calling out for me to help her zip up her dress. When I walked out into the living room her body shook with a cartoonish like startle when she saw me.

"Sully! Whaaaaaat the fuck?"

"Oh god, you hate it..."

"No... I... I don't... I just... you just look so different!"

I zipped her dress up and spun her around to look at me closer up. She ran her hand over my very smooth cheek and bit her top lip, which is not a sexy face she makes, its more of a thinking thing.

"At least you're nice and smooth. This would feel really nice when you eat my ass..."

"So there's one pro. What about the cons?"

"Sorry Craig! No cons, just a bit different is all. You're still a snack, but now you're more like... hot business guy than a daddy, but it's all good!"

"Well that's good to hear."

"Plus, who am I to complain about someone changing their appearance? If you like it, I love it!"

The party started at 7:30 so we made our way out to the car and down to Belle Meade with the goal of arriving a tiny bit late. I turned off Westview Ave into the stupidly long driveway at 7:45, and after handing the keys to the valet, we walked in to find that we were still among the earliest arrivers.

After getting some drinks and perusing the canapes we took a spot in the corner of the decked out ballroom which just so happened to twice the size of my whole apartment. I felt a bit conspicuous, but June was basically beaming, so I decided to just go with the flow for her sake.

By 9:00 the room was packed, and I found myself trapped in a conversation with three guys who's names I'd forgotten the second they all said them. I'd lost track of June the last time I went to the bathroom, and now I was struggling to make small talk with these utterly reprehensible dudes who looked at me and sadly saw one of their own.

The one guy was on the Development staff at Vandy and surmised that I was an alum, so he had already asked me about my giving. As bad as being shaken down for a donation at a party is, the other two guys were so much worse. They were nebulous music industry types, the kinds of guys who are on the fringes of the Country Industrial Complex in Nashville, and they were absolutely awful. Within five minutes of being in their presence they had managed to make racist, homophobic, and sexist comments.

As I was trying to break away from the group, one of them said something to the other about the "mannish looking chick" who walked by, and my heart began to thump in my chest. The other added that he was sure he saw an adam's apple, so I slowly turned to see who they were looking at. I lightly exhaled when I saw a stunningly tall woman with strong athletic shoulders, a long torso, and very small breasts. She was probably a swimmer or something based on how toned her arms were, and neither of these bolo tie wearing chuds would ever have a shot with her.

I finally managed to excuse myself, but only after I took the fundraiser's card and promised to email him about adding the University to my will. I crumpled the card up and threw it in a trashcan that seemed to contain nothing but discarded cocktail napkins.

I circulated through the party looking for June, but the next time I checked my watch It was nearly 10 and I still hadn't spotted her. So, I pulled my phone out and shot her a quick text.

Hey, where you?

OMG sorry. I'm in the room with the piano. I got talking to this awesome professor lady

I'll make my way over there

After being pointed in the direction of "the lounge" I walked in to see June standing with a champagne flute in her hand as she talked to a tiny redhead in a smart black pants suit. She was probably in her late 50's or early 60's and definitely had that professorial look, my guess was something in the humanities. They both seemed engrossed in their conversation and - more importantly - they both wore lighthearted and happy faces.

"There you are!" I said as I walked up to them.

"Craig! This is Dr. Altman."

"Meredith, please." She said with a slight tilt of the head, but without offering a hand to shake.

"Pleased to meet you Meredith."

"June was just telling me about your trip to the Stonewall Monument."

"Dr. Altman... I mean Meredith is a Gender Studies Professor at Belmont." June informed me.

"Oh, that's fantastic." I said, surprised Belmont even had Gender Studies classes. She was either used to people thinking that, or she read a reaction on my face, because she quickly replied:

"Most people think that as a Christian university we don't have programs like that, and I'll be honest, with the way the world is changing I don't know how much longer we will."

"I'm sorry if this isn't polite, but do I detect a bit of an accent there?"

"Yes! Very well spotted! Its sadly much diminished, but I grew up in Western Australia. I came to The States many years ago to get my PhD and never left."

From there I integrated into the conversation that June and Meredith had been having, and before I knew it we had been talking for well over an hour. Eventually, Meredith excused herself and when she was a good distance away from us June hugged me and tilted her mouth up to whisper in my ear.

"You'll never guess her nickname."

"Oh yeah, what is it?"

"She told me that because she's a redhead, people in Australia called her 'sauce' because that's what they call ketchup down there."

I just groaned as she shook laughing in my arms. I was beginning to wish I had never told June the story about her uncle Erik accidentally saying "pussy sauce" years ago when referring to a woman's wetness. Seeing her so happy more than made up for it though.

There were a few, mostly older couples dancing at the fringes of the lounge so I pulled June to the floor and tried to show off my moves. Sadly, I found her dancing skills to be limited to more modern variants. At around 11:40 Meredith came back into the lounge and invited us to the ballroom for the countdown to midnight. June quickly excused herself to use the bathroom before the big moment, leaving Meredith and I stood there together.

"She's a very lovely girl. I take it you two are some sort of item?"

"That depends on any of our definitions of item. Its complicated, to be sure. I don't know if she told you, but her parents are in my close friendship circle. They actually asked me to spend some time with her, because they knew I am a liberal guy and wouldn't be off-put by her being trans. I'm sure it never occurred to them that I might actually be attracted to her."

"Apparently!" Can I assume the parents don't know about you two then?"

"They do not, and I'd like to keep it that way. I'm already a bit of a black sheep in our group and this would probably lead to my slaughter, if you'll pardon the pun."

"I grew up not too far from a literal ranch, so I'm quite familiar with farmyard slaughter. Sadly, I'm also all too acquainted with the way this society chews up and spits out people like June. Let me ask you Mr. Sullivan, were you the one who took her shopping for that stunning gown?"

"Please, call me Craig. And, yes, I was. Is there a problem?"

"Not a problem, really, but a.... complication, shall we say? When I first noticed young June I was taken with her lovely figure and how that equally lovely frock shows it off. But I rather quickly spotted a telltale... uh... lump, at the front."

"Oh god. Was that something I should have been on the lookout for while we were shopping?"

"No no, don't worry. I doubt many people would notice, but then again, the problem would arise if thewrong type of person noticed. You certainly shouldn't mention it to her, lest she develop a complex."

At that moment June came sauntering over to us and I hate to say it but I scanned the front of her dress looking for the telltale lump, although I didn't see it. With only a few minutes till midnight the staff circulated with trays of champagne and we each took a glass.

When the countdown in the room started at 30, Meredith looked at the two of us and said "Now charge your glasses and be upstanding to ring in the year 2025. May it treat us better than the last!"

We clinked our glasses together as the room counted "22, 21, 20, 19..." and I wrapped my arm around June's waste as the whole crowd seemed to join in the counting.

At midnight horns blew and - I swear to god - half the room starting singingAuld Lang Syne which I really thought only happened in movies. I turned my head and gave June a long but not obscene kiss and, when we broke it I saw Meredith smiling so widely at us that her eyes were practically closed.

"Lovely, just lovely. I understand that you two aren't a couple per se, but you do cut quite the alluring figure together. So different, and yet you just perfectly complement one another. It would be a joy to observe your sex."

She was so matter of fact in that way that highly learned people often are. I was used to my mother's frankness and had been around professors my whole life, but I was wondering how June would take it. Turned out she took it quite in her stride.

"Well I really like the idea of being observed Doctor. So just say when." June said as she squeezed me.

"My, what a confidant young women we have here. What about you Craig? I took a car here but if you drove perhaps we should hurry to avoid the lines at valet."

It was just that simple, and I was kind of blown away. After I silently added my assent with a curt nod, Meredith took my hand and pulled me toward the door with June trailing along behind us. After I handed the ticket to the valet we all awkwardly stood there without speaking, but when the car pulled up Meredith walked to the back door and waited for it to be opened.

The valets were not well trained, so I stepped forward and opened it for her before shutting it once she was seated. June stood by the passenger door, so I did the same for her despite that not being our normal custom. Once I climbed behind the wheel Meredith asked if I was "quite ok to drive" and I assured her that I had only had the one glass of champagne over the last two hours, and that I was fine.

"Very good. That settled, I think we should take advantage of the drive back to the city to discuss expectations. Agreed? Excellent. I think you are both quite attractive but I am a sapphic woman of the older sort, and as I said: I would just like to observe. I'm not quite as prepared for this sort of thing as I would usually like to be, but I do have a small purse toy that should hold me in good stead if you will allow me to just watch?"

"Uh, that's fine with me. June?"

"Yeah, I mean yes. I think its hot. Very exciting."

"Excellent! Then we will all get the year off to an exciting start!"

And then we slipped back into completely non-sexual small talk as we drove. It was all quite surreal and so much more formal than the last time we shared a sexual adventure with a third person. Just weeks before, June had brought her best friend Lizzie (who was also the child of one of my college friends) into our bed and we had all actively enjoyed one another.

As we walked into my building Meredith threw me for a loop again when she said "Ah The Stahlman! You know this won't be my first little romp here! No, some time ago I had a short affair with a restauranteur who lived on the top floor. She quite enjoyed watersports."

June looked confused as I pressed the button for the elevator and, thankfully Meredith didn't leave it to me to explain, leaning over to her and saying "She liked to be pissed on dear."

June shot me shocked look and mouthed "OMG" silently as Meredith got on the opening elevator. I just giggled.

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Once in the apartment there was very little small talk or dithering. The door had barely closed when Meredith said "Ah yes. There it its. Excuse me for just a moment whilst you two set up." and she crossed the living room to the bathroom, entered, and closed the door.

I turned to shoot a "get a load of this" look at June but when my eyes locked on to her face I saw that she was really enjoying all of this. The smile on her face and the clearly evident joy in her eyes caused me to reflexively flash a dopey grin in return.

"OH. EM. GEE Sully. This is so crazy!" She whispered up at me.

I took her cheeks in my hands and kissed her as we both giggled. I leaned my head down and spoke softly directly in her ear.

"We will do as little or as much as you want to, ok? But we should hurry up and 'prepare'. I don't think we wanna make the Professor wait."

We walked into the bedroom and, as usual June headed straight for the closet for my little box of sexual accoutrements. I also took a moment to avail myself or the bathroom and when I emerged, June was laying the second red silk cloth over the globe of my bedside lamps, having already lit about 4 or 5 candles around the room.

Just then Meredith walked into the room, clutching her purse in front of her. Initially she looked June up and down, before surveying the room, and ultimately looking right at me as I stood by the door to the master bath.

"I must say Mr. Sullivan, although I haven't known you very long it neither surprises me that you are a man who would have a fine leather chair in your bedroom, nor that you would be the type who doesn't have it cluttered with various articles of discarded clothing."

"Right?" June said as if they were both agreeing that I was some sort of wild beast that had figured how to walk upright and speak all on my own.

"I'm constantly amazed how low a bar my fellow men are setting when I find out some of the things that impress women about me."

"Yes, your gender is held to a rather low standard to be sure. If you two are ok with it I will blow this candle out so I can be shrouded in more darkness as I watch. I'd like to be as unobtrusive as possible."

She bent down to blow the candle out and then removed her jacket and slacks, laying them on top of my dresser. As I unzipped June's gown, Meredith unbuttoned her shirt and laid it flat on top of her other clothes, leaving her stood there in just some very utilitarian cotton underpants and a bland cream colored bra.

The good doctor asked for a towel to place under her before she sat, and I stepped out to get her one from the linen closet. When I returned June was sitting on the edge of the bed in just her bra, panties, and stockings. Both feet were on the floor and she was stretched back with both her palms on the mattress behind her. Her hair and make up were still done from the party, and she looked particularly fetching.

When I handed the towel to Meredith my eyes lingered on her chest which was bright red between her many freckles. She seemingly absentmindedly brought her hand to just above her breasts.

"The hazards of being fair of complexion... when I am unusually excited my decolletage flushes like this and betrays my eagerness and lasciviousness."

"I think its really hot." June said quietly while lightly tracing her hand over her stomach towards her semi hard girlcock.

Seeing them both so horny wile also being composed and relaxed had a palpable impact on me. Sure, Dr. Altman had probably been doing sexually adventurous stuff since I was a kid, but after knowing us for such a short time she had gracefully yet intentionally driven us to this moment. June, on the other hand, had only been sexually active for two months at this point, but her lack of experience relative to Meredith and I did nothing to curb her eagerness and enthusiasm.

Perhaps more surprisingly, the fact that were the ages of her parents and grand parents respectively didn't seem to shake her confidence in the slightest. In fact, she seemed particularly calm as she poked her fingers under the elastic of her sexy little panties.

Now it was my turn to undress. June hadn't put any music on, like she usually would, so after I had stripped down to my boxers and returned my jacket and pants to their their hanger (amid snickers), the room was oddly quiet. For as turned on as we all appeared to be none of us had reached the heavy breathing stage yet.

So when I lowered myself onto the bed and made directly for June's mouth the groan that she unleased into mine sounded like a pitched growl. That was followed quickly by the unmistakable squeak of a plastic flip top container from Meredith's direction. Then we heard the sound of a squirt of liquid which was only obviously lube because of the context we were in.

The longer I kissed June like this the faster my mind raced. I could hear Meredith making little appreciative noises just above the sound her fingers and all that lube were making between her legs. At one point, in a hushed but audible tone she said "So striking... the passion so evident!" and I realized that I was really enjoying the exhibition of this, much more than I had in our three way with Lizzie.

Even now, I can't figure out what it was that impacted me so much about being watched and lightly critiqued by her. It could have been because she was a stranger, or that she was older than me with an air of authority. The one thing I am certain of is that I specifically enjoyed being watched byher, whereas it became apparent later that June just liked being watched by anyone.

When I finally broke our kiss we both panted as if we had been holding our breath. I could feel my carotid artery thumping in my neck and my hand had a small but unmissable tremble that I had never experienced in a sexual interaction before. I shoved June back so that she was fully on her back on the mattress.

I kept my eyes locked on June's face as I took up what she jokingly calls the "cock sucking sniper" position between her legs, with my belly, pelvis, and legs all flat on the bed. With a quick swipe of the hand I popped her girlcock out the side of her panties and as I wrapped my hand around it I looked to my left in direction of Meredith. I couldn't see her face in the shadows, but I could see a distinct glint off her glasses, and hear her lube covered fingers working away.

I hadn't seen June take one of my ED chews, but she was as hard as I ever encountered her, apparently driven by being observed. June told me later that while she enjoyed anyone watching her, the stranger aspect made it orders of magnitude more erotic to her. When I slowly sunk my mouth down and around June's whole length, Meredith muttered "beautiful, just beautiful" and there was the snapping sound of a switch, followed by the rhythmic hum of her small silver "purse toy."

For the next few minutes the only sounds in the room was a combo of the noises my mouth was making joined by the constant drone of Dr. Altman's vibrator. But when June jerked her hips up into me quite a bit more than I was used to, I gagged on her cock. I jerked my head back and filled the relative silence with the deep coughs of a novice cock sucker who had gone just that one centimeter past their personal best. After coughing up a few strands of very viscous spit all over my hand, I went right back to worshiping her head while quickly pumping her shaft.

"Fucking fuck Craig. Ungh... yeah, just... fucking devour my cock!" she managed through tightly gritted teeth. Just then, the pitch of Meredith's toy changed, getting much lower as if she was either pressing it firmly against herself or sinking it inside.

All of this and I hadn't even taken my boxers off yet.

June was making little crying/pouting sounds and writhing under me as tears flowed from the corners of my eyes and snot from my nose. At that moment I would have been fully content with just continuing until she unloaded in my mouth but June grabbed me by the hair to get my attention.

"Fuck Craig. I don't know if its feeling your smooth cheeks for the first time or what, but I don't think I've ever been this horny. Can I fuck you?"

I gave her the best little nod I could and Meredith hummed out a happy and approving moan before another click kicked the toy into a higher speed, increasing its pitch to a much more frantic pace.

We were side on to the chair so Dr. Altman could have the best view of us, so June told me to stay laying flat on the bed, right were I was. Then, she sprung off the bed to retrieve our own bottle of lube.

"Are you ok if we skip the full warm up?" She asked, pumping strand after strand of the lube onto her hand.

"Yes." was all I said back, kicking my boxers down while trying not to vacate my spot, as commanded.

She coated her girlcock with the lube then pressed first one and then another finger into me, spreading the lube around. The next thing I felt was her head line up with my hole and the three of us all groaned as she pressed deeper and deeper into me.

After about a minute of slow and deep thrusts she began to really pick up the pace. I hadn't taken her laying flat on my stomach before, and the angle she was using meant she was pushing directly into my prostate, drawing a pointed grunt from me on each thrust. The more she pumped into me the more she began to pant which seemed to delight Meredith who was now moaning quite loudly.

June laid her arm across my back and pounded away at me till her arms began to tremble. I thought if we had kept up like that much longer I might have come between my pelvis and the mattress, but before that could happen she collapsed on me and started to kiss and bite the back of my neck.

"Roll over babe" She mumbled to me as she got up to apply more lube.

Once on my back I looked over in the direction of Dr. Altman again, and even though I still couldn't see her eyes, the second I cast mine in her direction I could see another glint, this time from her teeth as she smiled back at me.

June shimmied down to get between my spread legs, and slid right back, picking back up with hard, deep thrusts. After getting into a good tempo she pushed my left leg back toward my chest, affording Meredith the best view. June still had her bra on and seeing her nipples straining against the fabric made me want to feel them. So I reached up to grab at them but, as she shook me back and forth I couldn't land on one of the cups. Instead my fist wrapped under and around the space between them and without thinking I began pulling her into me, using her bra as a handle.

Eventually she fell forward onto me and wrapped her arms around my neck. Now she was making quick and shallow movements, and I felt like she was fully leaving my hole and reentering on each thrust.

"I'm gonna fucking fill you..." She panted, and seconds later I heard a groan that seemed to emanate from deep in her chest at the same time a snarl twisted its way over her eyes, nose, lips and chin.

She jerked and twitched as she came inside me, but while she was still going our mouths found each other and we began to sloppily kiss. When she stopped coming she also broke the kiss, turning her head to rest on my rapidly rising and falling chest.

As the two of us caught our breath the only sound left in the room was the persistent whir of Dr. Altman's vibrator. Not wanting to surrender to the exhaustion just yet, I stretched over toward the nightstand trying to grab the bottle of lube where June had left it. I couldn't even get a finger on it, so I rolled June off of me freeing my still hard cock in the process.

June was laying there quite spent and for a moment I thought she may need a bit of a break after coming so hard, but then I saw her hand subtly moving. When I looked closer she had it snaked under her own leg and was pushing two fingers into herself, no doubt with only her own spit and come for lube.

So I took the bottle with me but first I returned the favor from earlier, and pushed her knees back to her chest, opening her up to me. I spit a very sloppy gob of that face fucking spit right onto the two finger tips she was using to probe herself, and she happily added it to the effort.

When it became apparent to me that, like me, she was roaring to go without a lot of warm up I lubed myself up and took her ankle in my hand to line up. As I pushed my cock toward her, she guided it in with the hand that was already on the spot.

"Oh my fucking fuck Junie. You feel so goddamned good."

As I bucked my hips to set the pace I heard a series of repeating muffled claps that I came to realize was Meredith's palm hitting her labia as she fingered herself. Knowing she was fucking herself while watching us made me pick up the pace, and when that caused me to start grunting as I plowed into June, Dr. Altman devolved into a long exhaling moan accentuated by a few sharps slaps, either of her pussy or her leg, I couldn't see. That build up led to an orgasm that seemed to shake her all over the chair as her pitch got so high she went silent.

From that point my awareness narrowed to June and I alone. I was sweating as I pumped into her, and as my eyes traced a drop that fell off my lip down to her chest, I saw my own flat palm resting on her sternum. I hadn't even realized I was holding her against the bed with all my weight.

That can't have been comfortable, but she hadn't complained up to that point. Not wanting to hurt her, I shifted my weight to my other hand that was on the mattress but as soon as I moved my hand off her chest she grabbed it and pulled it to her neck.

"Fucking choke me Craig!"

I all too happily did as she asked, and my jaw locked with malicious determination as her breathing became restricted. Looming there above her with my hand around her neck I felt a full body shiver breakout and - in a millisecond, and with no previous warning - I was coming. I pushed all the way into her and kissed her haphazardly with my hand still grasping her neck.

As June and I lay there kissing and catching our breath once again, I heard the floor creek and the en suite door close behind us.

"Do you feel like we're about to be graded?" June whispered to me, drawing a snorting laugh from me in response, which ended up devolving into giggles from us both.

I had gotten up and just returned with some wet wipes for both of us to clean up with, when Dr. Meredith Altman exited the bathroom looking exactly as she had when we saw her at the party.

Fully composed with perfect make up, not a crease or a wrinkle in her suit or shirt, and not a dyed red hair out of place.

"Well you two, that was really quite good. Thank you both so much for letting me watch. Now, excuse an old professor for the urge to give homework, but young June, I would very much like for you to read a book calledRubyfruit Jungle By Rita Mae Brown. Your circumstances are different, but when I met you my very first thought was of Ms. Molly Bolt, the protagonist."

How do you respond to that? We were both still naked or mostly naked and at that very moment we were both wiping one another's come from our asses and upper thighs with baby wipes.

"Uh, Ok. I will. Rubyfruit...?"

"Jungle. Rubyfruit Jungle by Rita Mae Brown. Mae spelled M-A-E, Brown sans the terminal E."

"Anything I should read doctor?" I asked, not wanting to sound too much like I was making fun, so it came out far more earnest than I'd intended.

"No Craig, But perhaps you'd like to read it too. I'd be curious which character you'd most relate to in a novel about a young lesbian in the jaws of 1960's New York City."

The year was only two hours old and I was already befuddled.

"I certainly hope you enjoyed yourself Meredith..." I began, but she cut me off, saying that it had been wonderful but she really had to be getting along home. I offered to drive her, but after thanking me she assured me she would be fine and would "call a car."

June donned sweats over her lingerie and walked her as far as the lobby while I stripped the bed. When she came back upstairs she entered the apartment roaring with laughter.

"What's so funny?" I asked as she joined me in putting a new sheet on the bed.

"Called a car... it was just LYFT! I saw it on her phone when I hugged her!"

"Oh come on, give her a break. I'm sure when you're her age there will be some punk teen waiting to make fun of you for saying skibity bibbity or whatever."

"This from the guy who I've heard call jeans dungarees before."

"Alright wiseass. I guess I need to choke you a bit harder next time, huh?"

"Guess so..." she said in her bratty, yet super sexy way.

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We shared a 3 AM post sex snack in the kitchen, and then both turned in shortly afterwards. I was certain it had to be noon when my bladder awakened me in the morning, but when I staggered into the bathroom my phone informed me that it was 8:44 AM.

So I snuck past a still very much asleep June and out into the living room. I made myself coffee and toast and checked Novelette's website to see if they had the book. It didn't look like it, so I got the year off to a bad start and ordered it for her on Amazon.

At around 10 I got a text from my mother asking how the party was.

Not bad actually, thank you.

Dr. Badenhorst was there with his new wife. Did you see them?

No, I actually spent most of the night chatting to a Dr. Meredith Altman from Belmont. Do you know her?

Of course, she used to come to your father's Krafft-Ebing Society parties when we were in the house on Acklen. I'm not surprised you two hit it off, people find you both off-putting for being too direct.

Gee thanks. Love you mom. Happy New Year.

It was actually pretty close to noon when June finally woke up and joined me in the living room, still wearing her stockings under the shorts she slept in. I relayed what my mother had said in her text and then went to get June some coffee. When I had returned from the kitchen she was staring at her phone. She looked up at me shocked and said "73!"

"Huh?"

"This bio says she was born in 1953 to an Australian mother and American father who met during World War Fucking two!!! She's 73 years old! She wrote a book about American servicemen like her dad who met and married Aussies and how the US government had to charter a special train to collect them from across the country to take them to Sydney so they could take a ship to the States."

"Wow! Fuck, she looks great for her age. Good for her! I hope I'm watching people fuck when I'm that old. I hope I make it to that old, for that matter!"

"Forget watching, I really liked being watched. It was so fucking hot. So... when can we do it again?"

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Chapter 6 next month.