Ring in Mine #3: Nephi and Jerome: Chapter 30
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Nephi & Jerome: Chapter 30
Marie was leaving for Mass. She found Nephi sitting on a pile of lumber staring at the construction site where his home once stood.
"Peter, Paula and I were happy here. What went wrong? I try to do the right thing. Why did God make me the way I am? I should never have been born; everyone's life would be better."
Marie slapped him. "Never, ever say that. You saved my grandson's life more than once and brought both grandsons back into my life." Marie pulled Nephi into her arms. "I thank the Lord daily for sending you in Jerome's time of need. Even though she has forgotten, you were the one that took care of Paula after Peter died."
Nephi was still in his church clothes. Marie led him to the car. Soon they were on their knees side-by-side in prayer, the peace of the chapel surrounded them. It was Marie's turn for internal struggles.
Grace lived on an island in the Florida Keys next to a bed-and-breakfast for gays. Even though Grace was an active member of her church and attended every Sunday, she loved the exciting neighborhood. The place was swarming with homosexuals. They held hands, kissed and hugged in public. Grace shared a pool with the bed-and-breakfast and three other houses. The guys wore swimming suits that barely covered their bulging baskets.
Marie had noticed a gradual change in Paula since they arrived in Florida and remembered the night things came to a head.
Marie and Paula had taken a walk on the beach. They must have gone farther than they had planned. it was full dark before they were halfway back. After dark the rules changed. They came upon a couple having sex on the sand. Even in the dim light from the nearby buildings it was obvious what they were doing.
Paula insisted they move to the sidewalk nearer the lights. It wasn't bright by the late-night bars and nightclubs but it was lighter. Two young toughs stopped them in the near darkness.
"Look, dykes out for a walk." The speaker produced a knife. "Give us your purses and we won't cut you."
They frightened Marie but Paula was beyond thought. Marie gave them her purse. It only contained her makeup and twenty dollars. Grace had warned them not to take anything extra. They weren't drinkers, so they didn't even carry their ID.
Paula stood motionless. The guy without the knife grabbed her purse and Paula wouldn't let go. Marie knew there wasn't anything in it but ten dollars. Paula screamed as the guy with the knife came closer.
"Let it go bitch."
Two guys came up behind the toughs. In the dim light muscles rippled under their dark skin. As the two would be muggers were laying on the ground each of their rescuers stomped on a thug's hand breaking bones.
"Next time it will be more than a hand. We don't want your type here!" The taller man announced as he handed Marie back her purse. Marie expressed her gratitude.
"This never happened. We have not been looking for these two. They cut up and robbed more that one of our friends. The police couldn't find them. I think they got the message." They walked off hand in hand.
The shorter guy reached up and kissed the other. "I love it when you are tough, you softie." He snuggled up to his man. They were BLACK and GAY. Paula shuddered.
The next morning Paula's reactions changed. Grace loved sitting around the pool. The next-door boys waited on her hand and foot.
"Mama Grace, what do you think of Nate's new suit."
Nate was thirty and looked like he spent all day at the gym. Which was a possibility; he was a personal trainer. The black fabric covered little of Nate. Actually, that little black piece of spandex had a lot to cover. "Nate, honey you're beautiful. Why don't you put lotion on my back?" Grace flirted with the guys.
"How can she flirt with them? They are homosexuals." Paula sat under an umbrella still wearing the thin robe over her suit.
"It's all a game. We've been neighbors for years. They watch over my place when I travel. When they are away, I run their B&B." Grace decided she wouldn't tell Paula she let them rent out her guest rooms when they were available. Nate rubbed lotion on the little skin that Grace's modest suit left exposed. Grace's favorite part was rubbing sunblock on Nate while Marie did his mate.
"Paula, we can do it because they are gay." Marie chuckled.
Nate kissed his partner rubbing the front of his Speedo. "I don't even want to think about what Nephi and Jerome did in my basement." Paula returned to Grace's house.
Mary, Paula and Grace attended the local LDS ward every Sunday. Marie went to Mass with the boys. For Marie things came to a head the day Paula announced, "I wish Nephi had never met your Jerome. Then I would still have a house and my dear Nephi."
Marie left the dinner table without finishing and went out to the pool. What had happened to her best friend? Marie was looking forward to going home soon. She interrupted a skinny dip party the boys were having. The deck was lit only by the occasional tiki torch and the blue glow of the underwater lights.
The guys provided her with a glass of punch as they talked around the pool. Marie wasn't a drinker, but she noticed the rum in the punch.
Marie succumbed to the invitation to join the dozen guys in the pool. She decided she liked the cool water on her bare skin after the hot muggy night air. The men were spread across the age and fitness spectrum and Marie felt absolutely safe.
"Mama Marie," Nate called across the pool. "I have friends that want to meet you."
The two men she hadn't met and hadn't saved her and Paula on the beach moved toward her. "I'm Charles and you can call my big friend Tiny."
Marie had been standing near one of the underwater lights. "Horse would be more appropriate." Marie thought. "Why do they call you Tiny?" Is what Marie said.
"My parents burdened me with Beauregard. I told a friend in high school, I wish I had a tiny name. I've been Tiny ever since."
Tiny was a plastic surgeon and his partner, Charles, was a dermatologist. Marie had always been an avid reader. They had several favorite authors in common. She enjoyed their intellectual conversation.
"Marie, you have great skin. Charles has this special cream he makes that counters the effect of the chlorine on the skin." Tiny offered. Marie found herself face down the on the lounge chair. Tiny had great hands. Her tensions disappeared as he worked the cream into her tense muscles. The cream created a mild pleasurable tingling in her skin. Tiny left no part of her untouched and caressed.
She didn't even think twice when he asked her to roll over. Marie closed her eyes and enjoyed sensations she hadn't felt since before her husband had passed. Charles massaged Marie's temples as Tiny massaged her breasts with the tenderness of a caring lover and then he moved to her abdomen.
At that moment she wasn't a mother, or a grandmother. She was all woman with needs and desires. Marie ached for the touch of a man's hands caressing her body filling her with passion and then his manhood. Marie knew she would have to attend confession but for now she didn't care. She cried out in frustration as he switched to her feet.
"Mama Marie, do not rush for release. Nurture pleasure, allow it to grow before it blossoms." Charles scolded as he massaged the ball of her left foot as Tiny rubbed her right. The pair moved from her foot to her calves and then back to her feet. With each repetition they grew closer and Marie's pleasure intensified. She was being massaged by two gay men and had never felt so womanly.
They moved her to the end of the lounge chair. Charles provided a pump bottle and put clear gel on Tiny's fingers. He slid his slippery fingers across her womanhood. Marie transcended pleasure, and it blossomed into orgasm, but Tiny didn't quit. He caressed inside of her moving his large fingers deeper and deeper. Charles was always there to add more gel to Tiny's fingers.
Marie remembered the one time her husband had driven her to two climaxes. Tonight, she had lost count. Charles asked. "Do you want Tiny in you?"
"Yes, yes, I want Tiny inside of me!" Marie was panting.
Tiny slid a layer of latex over his manhood. Charles slicked it up with the gel until it glistened in the flickering flames. He slowly slid it deep inside of her, filling her as she had never been filled in her married life.
Charles stood at Marie's head, his member achingly erect. The only time Charles looked small was when compared to his partner. Tiny slid his lover's tool deep into his throat, his nose nestled in Charles trimmed bush. Marie thought the sight of a man pleasuring another would be disgusting. Instead it drove her over the edge again.
Her husband had asked for oral sex and she gave in often even though it wasn't her favorite activity. Tonight, she didn't wait to be asked. Marie reached up and took control of Charles' sizeable member and pulled it between her lips. Charles switched between mouths enjoying the different sensations of his current lovers.
"I'm coming." Charles groaned. Tiny kept Charles in his mouth. Marie didn't know what possessed her. She had never tasted her husband's seed. She reached up and returned Charles to her mouth in time to catch his male offering. Tiny's motions became erratic. He pulled out. Charles pulled the rubber off and swallowed Tiny, relishing the flavor of his partner. Marie pulled the softening black shaft to her lips and tasted Tiny until it became too sensitive for him.
Tiny picked Marie up and settled her on a large pad suitable for them to lounge in comfort. Marie lay between these two beautiful men that had rescued her in more ways than one. Each man nibbled on her nipples as they ran their fingers across her nakedness.
As the afterglow faded Marie asked, "I thought you were both gay?"
Charles explained. "I am gay, Tiny here, not so much. When Tiny finds a woman that excites him, I let him have his pleasure, just like tonight. We are both involved and share the experience. I can find enjoyment seeing the pleasure in my man's eyes."
"Do you do it with other men?" Marie asked.
"I am a one man, man." Tiny answered. "If Charles found a man he wanted, I would be there with him."
"Tiny is all the man I can or want to handle." Charles answered.
"You need to find a man of your own. You are too beautiful and caring to be on your own. Don't settle for second best; you need a man who can provide the loving you need. There is no excuse for a lazy lover." Tiny suggested.
Marie woke the next morning in her own bed, naked between the sheets. She couldn't remember sleeping naked. The sheets were silky and smooth against her skin. She reached between her thighs and felt the still slick lubricant. She closed her eyes and using her fingers and the small pump bottle Charles had left on her nightstand, she re-lived her evening's pleasure.
Over breakfast Paula made a comment about partying all night. Just to irritate Paula, Marie wore the yellow polka-dotted bikini Jared had bought her as a gag gift. She looked good for her age. Paula returned to the house instead of watching Marie flaunt herself. Grace had felt she needed to wear modest swimwear to keep from offending the other women, but if Marie was wearing a bikini, she wasn't wearing a one piece.
The boys wolf whistled and instead of feeling violated Marie accepted the compliment. Just because they were gay didn't mean they were blind. After swimming Grace removed her top and laid face down. One man massaged sunblock onto her naked back. Marie thought what the hell, so her priest would have difficulty walking after her confession. Tiny and Charles had busy practices and were at work. One of the other boys took care of her back.
Marie was a little more intimidated when her mother-in-law turned over. She was more concerned about being topless in front of her daughter than the boys.
"Honey, it looks like you are a size seven." Mary agreed. The young man returned with a bright blue bikini with the tags still on. "I told Roberto he was a size nine, but do you think he listened? I bought the same suit and switched it. He'll never know."
Mary was self-conscious when she returned from the house to the pool. "You fill the top out much better than Roberto. He wants implants, but I told him there would be no boobs in my bed. He can wear a padded bra when he dresses up. I can handle the shaving, but when I make love, I want my man to be all man.
Mary couldn't quite do the topless thing yet, but she enjoyed having someone massage the sunblock into her skin. Jerome's father had been more of an unzip the fly and drop your knickers kind of guy. Sex was for procreation. A seed of an idea planted itself in her mind. "Was her husband attracted to men and only had sex to meet his requirement of having sons." That would explain a lot, the many late-night church meetings and the fishing trips with his childhood friend. She had often wondered why some of their catch came home partially frozen. Was that why he reacted so poorly learning his sons were gay? Did he feel their being gay was his fault and wanted no one else to make that connection?
When Grace dove into the pool to cool off. Marie followed suit. When the women climbed out of the pool they dried off and pulled their pool robes around them without the tops. Marie saw Paula watching from the second-floor window. She knew she needed to forgive Paula's comment of Nephi not finding Jerome, but it wouldn't be today.
Marie had attended confession the next Sunday in Florida. She had decided she didn't want her regular priest to know of this particular set of sins.
Nephi sat through Mass in silence. He stood and knelt but said nothing.
Nephi, Marie and Mary went straight from the church to a small Chinese restaurant with a full parking lot.
"Do you have reservations?" A young man stood at the hostess station.
"Kim hadn't said I would need them. Please tell Mr. Wong that Mama Marie stopped by."
"I will tell him." The host wrote nothing down.
Nephi broke his silence. "Write it down."
"I will tell him!" The young man insisted.
"Marie just wait here for a moment. I'll be back." Nephi disappeared out the front door.
A few minutes later a shorter oriental gentleman came out of the back. "Mama Marie, Miss Mary, you came." Kim bowed.
"I told you we would as soon as we got back. We flew in yesterday." Marie answered bowing to Uncle Kim.
"I will cook you a special dinner." Kim announced.
"I need to wait for Paula's boy." Kim's smile faded remembering the abrupt and judgmental Paula. "Nephi is the young man that saved my grandson."
The smiled returned. "I will cook extra special dinner for all of you." Kim led them to their table. Nephi stood waiting for them.
"Marie, how do you know Kim?" Nephi asked holding Marie's chair for her.
"Grace shares a pool with a bed-and-breakfast for gay couples where Kim and his partner stayed for their tenth anniversary. Kim and Sven know Mario. We had a great time. By about the third week Paula wasn't being hateful, but she wasn't polite to the gay couples next door." Mary explained.
A tall blue-eyed blond with a deep dark tan from his week in Florida served appetizers and soup. Sven would have looked more at home on a California beach carrying a surf board rather than a tray of soup in Salt Lake. As soon as his hands were empty Mary had her arms wrapped around Sven. Sven and Mary had built a special bond while Kim had spent two days with food poisoning. Marie had kept Kim company making sure he stayed hydrated.
"How?" Marie asked.
"Mario introduced us. I designed the garden, waterfall and Koi pond out front. Jerome and I always seem to come in the back door."
The dinner was outstanding. Nephi was missing Jerome, but he didn't want to go home. He couldn't face Paula again. He knew he would say something he couldn't take back. Peter had given him a second chance and his business. He had asked him to look after Paula. How was he going to keep his promise to Peter when Paula hated him and everything he was?
Marie struggled to get the door unlocked. She made it to the phone just in time. "I'll send Nephi home."
"Nephi, Paula is coming here. It's time to go home." Marie called out. Marie waited for an answer and found only silence.
"Mom, come here." Mary called back.
Marie found her daughter staring at the grocery list blackboard by the fridge.
"Thank you for giving me a day to remember. Tell Paula I am sorry I couldn't keep all the promises I made to Peter. I don't think I ca..."
Mary found the last piece of chalk under the counter. Nephi must have dropped it. They worried what could Nephi not do. Their minds painted the worst-case scenario of Nephi dead somewhere.
Marie was still sitting at the table when Paula arrived. "Thank goodness I am out of that place. They may be good people, but it was too much like living with Grace." Paula exclaimed.
"Read that." Marie pointed at Nephi's message. She gave Paula time to read the message.
"It wasn't Nephi that broke his promise to Peter. It is you that have disappointed Peter and your God."
Benny interrupted. "Marie, Paula wants to apologize to Nephi. Before anyone leaves, we need to find him."
The phone rang. Marie answered. "I found Nephi." Jerome announced. In the kid's bedroom the sleeping Nephi looked like a Great Dane in a litter of sleeping Yorkies.