PIT #32: What Now
Points In Time
Woodland Hills, California
May 27, 1986
2:40 a.m.
“It wasn’t ‘always’ a lie! I didn't ‘exactly’ hate you back then…”
“But you didn’t ‘exactly’ love me back then either.”
“...but I was still in love with Stan and seeing him every now and then was driving me crazy, so I wanted to get away from Chicago..”.”
“So you fucked him one last time for...what? Good will?”
“No! To get pregnant!”
“ ‘Poor thing’…” sarcastically “...then you got your period two days before our wedding.”
Sighing, “Yeah!”
Laying back, his head upon the pillow.
Alongside her husband, her head upon her pillow Marsha followed.
“I guess there isn’t a hell of a lot left to say…”
“So what do we do now?”
Turning onto her side, facing her husband. “I don’t know, Mitchie.”
“We go on like before, only now maybe like Ken and Sandy…”“Like friends with benefits?”
Sitting up again. “Then there’s no point to this whole thing!” Spoken angrily :
“We ‘hate’ each other! We’ve told each other why we hate each other and that
one way or another this marriage is through.” Laying down again. “So let’s just shut up and go to sleep.”
“Yeah..” giggling “...so what do we do now?”
Opting not to respond, turning onto is his side, unbeknown to him, his ass moved inward about one inch.
“Mitchie…”
… “Yeah.”
“...so what do we do now?”
...“You want to fuck?”
“Yeah!”
The husband and wife both aware this would be their last sexually intimate time— sensing no passion. Sensing no warmth. Neither trying too hard, the husband and wife simply couldn’t…
Actually it was the husband that simply couldn’t.
Elysium Fields
Topanga Canyon, California
Sunday June 7, 1986
1:14 PM
He’d been waiting for them.,,
Or more precisely for Marsha because he’d been extremity anxious to see what Marsha’s reaction and attitude might be after their, at least for him, euphoric like, unbelievably sexual interlude in both the pool and especially the ‘black room’ when for the first time since the loss of his wife…
Since Mae had been ripped from his clasp by the onrush of hysterical humanity attempting to board waiting helicopters on April 30, 1975, he day the South Vietnamese capital of Saigon fell to the North Vietnamese Army.
Morgan enjoyed the physical freedom Elysium offered him. He also, ‘very much’ enjoyed the company of their small group consisting of Sandy and Ken, and Evie… and most certainly the ‘benefits’ given by and taken from Evie — which for Morgan was more so a temporary release from the tension of past memories than a true sexual release.
But not so with Marsha. With Marsha there was…? Possibly a maternal warmness that emanated from Marsha whenever they spoke, or touched… or most certainly throughout each moment of their sexual encounter which became… at least to Morgan, more so a holy experience than a sexual release… Unlike any since the loss of Mae, his young Vietnamese wife.
Today, the groups first meeting since the night of Janice’s orgy on the twenty-seventh of may, eleven days ago.
Marsha had called Evie the night before letting her know that they were planning on being at the field on this day, but not until ‘twelve’ or ‘one’ as Mitchell had to show properties to a potential buyer but, “I’ll bring sandwiches and something to nosh.”
Rightfully and ‘hopefully’ thinking they’d have a ‘hit’ or two of Morgan’s, or possibly Janice’s maharajah, Marsha figured on bringing a lot of stuff to nosh.
No longer wearing his ratty T-shirt, allowing his burnt side and chest to be exposed, so long as Janice — very bravely did the same… And Janice, very bravely did.
At his usual spot, Morgan sat on the blanket with his back resting on the side of the large ice chest containing, among other far less items, a gallon bottle of cheap white wine.
Facing the far side of the field and the short dirt path that led to the parking lot, earlier, when Janice had arrived, Morgan noticed — as the sea had parted for Moses, all heads, male and female turned as the lean, long legged Euro/Asian beauty majestically made her way across the field to the group’s blanket, where she then removed her short...’very’ short white shorts and the red and black oriental pattern floral T-shirt.
Even with but one breast, both Morgan and Evie had to catch ther breath at seeing the absolute beauty of this twenty-three year old ‘Valley Girl’, Chinese American woman.
Evie now lying stretched out with her head on Janice’s lap, each holding a partially empty— or depending on how one looked at it, a partially full plastic coffee cup of wine.
Deciding it was more than half empty...actually pretty near empty. “Morgan…” wiggling her cup “...a bit more vino, bartender.
“Yes Ma'am.” Turning, without standing Morgan popped the top of the ice chest and reaching in hoisted the gallon bottle by it’s neck. Icy water dripping, along with a number of clinging ice chips, purposely passing the jug inches above Evie’s sun heated bare chest…
Lifting her head, “Hey that’s cold! “
“Oh. Yeah. Sorry!”
“Sure you are.”
All good naturedally .
...Morgan carefully refilled both Evie’s and Janice’s cups.
****
Both tense and not knowing how to act and react when with outside company since their mutual proclamation of..
“Mitch, I have no place to go and neither do you and we certainly…”
“... Don’t have enough money for either of us to go our separate ways.”
“So let’s act as normally as possible…”
“Giving each of us the freedom…” thinking of Marsha and Morgan and himself and Sandy— or who ever might come along. Mitchell’s mind hitting on the beautiful black woman, ‘Lita’.‘
‘Freedom’! He’ll have all the freedom he wants! But what about me?
Marsha not ‘entirely’ happy that Mitchell now knew her reason for their marriage — that she had kept hidden these past thirty-one years. And ‘why’ as he had asked…
‘ I don’t see why you choose me to make both our lives miserable with’.
Well… Marsha thought... now he knows.
Off Ventura Boulevard, onto Topanga Canyon Road .
The trip from their home to Elysium in near partial silence,
“So, how’d it go today?”
“People have ‘campaign tastes and beer pockets’. But I think I brought them down to earth and I’Ill be showing again when the new ‘multiples’ come out on Wednesday.”
Four miles on the canyon road in silence.
Approaching the road leading to the Elysium parking lot.
Sincerely asked. “So how do we play it?”
Turning onto the road, glancing at his wife. Sincerely, if not bitterly answered. “You’re ‘really’ good at pretend playing, so pretend however you want.”
“Even with Morgan?”
Pulling into an open space between Janice’s ‘Benz’ and Morgan’s old Cadillac.
“However you want, Marsha!”
Carrying the picnic basket, Marsha began through the dirt path paces ahead of Mitchell.
Forgetting their names, “Hi!” A few paced behind Marsha, Mitchell waved to the elderly couple he had met at the spa on his second day at Elysium.
Always feeling over dressed, and actually they were until Marsha and Mitchell reached the blanket… “Hi!” And stripped off the scant — Marsha only in shorts with panties beneath and a blouse minus a bra… Mitchell only in shorts and a T shirt.
“Anyone hungry?”
“Yeah!” Sitting up, “What you got?” Evie asked.
“Ham and cheese sandwiches, potato salad, Kosher dill pickles and potato chips. Oh, yeah, a couple packs of ‘Twinkies’ and chocolate cup cakes.”
“Any grapes or anything healthy in there?”
“Yeah, Ken, a bag of jelly beans.”
“That’ll do it!” Sandy said.
Reaching into the large beaded tote bag she carried. “And I’ve got…” Janice came up with a large jar of ‘Planter’s’ cashews.
“And we’ve still half a jug of wine.” Morgan said, adding, “Anyone want a ‘hit’ first?”
“Yeah...” Marsha said. “...I could ‘really’ use a hit!”
Six middle aged naked people — and one outstanding young Euro/Asian woman marching in formation to the parking lot just a ‘bit’ too obvious.
“Okay!” Directing so as not to look ‘too’ obvious. “You two…” pointing at Sandy and ken “...go first.” Jerking his thumb towards the dirt path. Waiting a few seconds, “Now you two.”
A few seconds later, Morgan, Janice and Evie nonchalantly made their way to the dirt path, the parking lot and, opening the front door while taking Marsha by the elbow, Morgan directed her to the front center seat of the old Cadillac without the slightest thought of where and how the other five would sit.
“I’ve some ‘stuff’, too!”
“Janice…” Morgan said “...everyone has to drive home some time later today…”
“Or tomorrow!”
Looking at Marsha, having the sense that some thing had changed between her and her husband, but at this time every thing to vague to put his finger onto it. However taking Marsha’s words as an invitation to spend the night with her which, with her husband’s approval would be just fine with him.
2:05 p.m.
“You play Backgammon, Marcie?”
Under the lazy influence of Morgan’s ‘joint’, Marsha’s lunch of ham and cheese sandwiches on fresh, soft ‘Wonder Bread’, potato salad, Kosher dill pickles and potato chips and the packs of ‘Twinkies’ and chocolate cup cakes…
Laid back now. The group feeling extremely mellow .
Janice’s head resting on Evie’s soft stomach. Mitchell’s head on Janice’s hard stomach...His hand beneath her thighs, his index finger— hidden by her thighs, within her vagina, absently stocking her clitoris, which was making Janice even more mellow. Sandy’s head upon Mitchell’s semi-soft stomach, her hand beneath his thighs, absently, genteelly stroking his testicles, which was making Mitchell even more mellow. Ken’s head upon Sandy’s soft stomach, his hand also hidden beneath Sandy’s ass absently stroking her anus , which ‘is’ making Sandy fucking hot… The only outward sign of sexual activity is Ken’s dick, that, mellow also was… well, mellow.
To passers by, or anyone looking in their direction the group appears to be a group of ‘extremely’ good friends that have of had just a bit too much wine… or to any ‘enlightened’ people, possibly a hit or two too much maharajah.
This warm Sunday afternoons ‘monitor’ was Gwen.
‘Gwen, the ‘chunky’ woman that had indoctrinated and ‘instructed’ Mitchell on the rules of Elysium on his first full day at the fields.
The monitors had watched this group and knew that, in most cases, when one or more naked people went to the parking lot, it usually was to either take a ‘shot’, or more of the ‘hard’ stuff, or a toke, or more of a joint that— as demonstrative sex was not allowed anywhere within the fields, which included the swimming pool and spa areas.
About the same age as this clean cut — ‘especially’ the big white haired guy that...Oh, my ‘God’ ... Gwen thought … he cleaned up ‘real’ nice!
Gwen would have loved to join this clean cut group that were all her approximate age, but — a live in employee of Elysium, all she could do was to keep an eye out for any outward display of sexual activity… or drunkenness.
Morgan reclining as usual against the ice chest. Marsha’s head upon his lap. Morgan’s right hand flat upon her sun warmed chest, between… not touching the softly sloping iner sides of either breast.
“Ever learned how to play ‘Backgammon, Marcie?”
“No. That’s one game I never learned to play.”
“Like to learn it?”
‘Backgammon’ seemingly the game of nudists as open boards could be seen on many blankets throughout the field.
This seemingly a subliminal invitation to spend many days here at Elysium with Morgan.
Not that she needed any subliminal invitation because, her head on his lap, Marsha felt the soft prod of his penis beneath the back of her head.
Rejecting the immediate offer of Backgammon. “Not just now…” Marsha said, wiggling her near empty plastic coffee cup “...but I wouldn’t mind a little more wine.”
Shifting his body to access the jug that was in the shade by his side, Marsha’s head — accidentally on purpose shifted,with her cheek now flush along the side of Morgan’s penis, that...
Without a moment’s hesitation, Marsha Kissed.
No one possibly saw the slight shift nor the quick kiss to his penis, but Morgan sure felt the kiss and liked it, and so did Marsha.
“Marsha…” bending forward, having to crane his neck due to his barrel chest as...
Realizing Morgan wanted to kiss her, lifting her head from the big man’s lap, Marsha’s lips found Morgan’s.
Lying immediately to their left, Mitchell’s head still on Janice’s stomach, sensing movement to his right, Mitchell opened his eyes as Marsha and Morgan kissed.
He’d noticed a near imperceptible change within the attitude within the marriage of Marsha and Mitchell: For the better. For worse. Happier. Sadder, Morgan with his old time deductive CIA training could as of yet not tell.
Today the first day the Group had convened at Elysium since the lovely...and loving night at Janice’s and though Marsha had ‘always’ been especially friendly… ‘especially’ in the dark room where he witnessed more than ‘just’ sex, but real and true emotional passion— the first since his last time with Mae that had Morgan sensing erotic shocks to his penis… to his soul while deeply within the body of Marsha, where he desperately wanted to be again.
Their kiss breaking. Straightening his neck, looking at Mitchell.
His face to the side. Mitchell’s eyes open, looking back. The set of his mouth and slight nod of his head and the look on his face possibly saying, ‘it’s okay’.
Looking at the husband, Morgan shrugged his shoulders in a questioning motion.
Lifting his head from Janice’s stomach. “It’s okay, Morgan..” Mitchell said softly, causing the other’s to stir from their light slumber.
“Marsha…”
Her head rising from Morgan’s lap.
“Marsha and me have come to a, uh…”
“Understanding.”
His eyes shifting from Morgan to Marsha. ‘yeah’…” and back to Morgan “...Marsha’n’me, we’ve come to an ‘understanding’.”
Truly a good guy. “Listen, I don’t want to come between…”
Sitting up, “Morgan…” taking his head in her hands “...you’re ‘not’ coming between Mitch and me…” looking directly into his eyes “...him and me should have come to an ‘understanding’ a long time ago.”
“Yeah, like thirty-one years ago.”
Looking from Marsha’s face to her breasts with their coarse, dark brown nipples. “Okay…” glancing at Mitchell “...if you’re ‘sure’!”
Said in unison. “We are!”
Standing. Taking Marsha’s hands and urging her to her feet, without asking, Morgan let Marsha to one of the ‘private’ rooms in the lodge.
Next PIT #33: Lita
