PIT #42: Moving
Points In Time
Saturday, June 14, 1986
Tarzana, California
10:15 p.m.
“Skorupski’s full of shit!”
Holding my head between her hands. Breathing heavily, “Who’s ‘Skorupski?”
An ass-hole I knew when I was a kid that told me… His words, not min… Skorupski told me that when you suck on a nigger ladies tits you get chocolate milk.”
Giggling. “So did you?”
“Did me, what?”
“Get chocolate milk?”
“D’know…” lowering my head “...let me try again.” My hand flat upon Lita’s chest, between Lita’s tits, feeling a quickening of her heart, my mouth drawing upon her hardening nipple. Lita’s hand reaching downward, having no problem finding and encircling my, literally, pulsing dick.
The door opening, casting a long burst of light into the black room as my wife and Morgan and Janice and Evie entered then shut the door, once again casting the black room in absolute darkness.
“Mitchie…” lifting my head from her chest, bringing our lips together, breathlessly whispered “...got to any chocolate yet?”
“Mmm, baby…” I breathlessly answered “...yeah.”
“You getting chocolate milk from a nigger ladies tit…” sliding downward “...let’s see if I can get ‘homogenised’ from a white guys cock.”
Positioning herself face to feet, flat upon my body, Lita’s pussy in my face, Lita’s thighs cool on either side of my face, fleshy lips onto my lips, my tongue probing deeply.
Lita’s hips pulsing with the probing of my tongue. My hips pulsing with drawing sensation from within Lita’s mouth…
My hips no longer ‘pulsing’, now pumping, my dick pumping upward and downward… slipping from her mouth, Lita quickly replaced it as her hips, no longer pulsing were, not too gently; wetly, very wetly rubbing onto my lower face urging my tongue deeper, harder faster...as the pumping of my dick becoming as frantic as Lita’s grinding onto my face…
Sensing the onset of orgasm, tightening her thighs upon my face, sensing the onset of orgasm, one more quick upward and downward, my rectum tightening, my hips involuntarily twitching with each strongly felt ejaculation of…
Breath coming in quick hard gasp’s … “I came.”
“I know…” Lita’s breath coming in quick hard gasp’s “...me, too.”
Changing positions from feet to face to face to face.
“So…” Lita whispered “...you find any chocolate milk down there?”
“No, baby, but you tasted just wonderful. So am I ‘homogenised’?”
“Nah, baby…” snuggling closer “… you taste just fine.”..
Enjoying our quiet, post sexual closeness, hearing the ‘loving’ sounds of my wife and Morgan and Evie and Janice… Ken and Sandy, I assumed, opted to remain in the Jacuzzi.
Within a few minutes Lita and I decided to return to the Jacuzzi to keep Ken and Sandy company, and a few minutes later, Morgan and Marsha, then shortly Janice and Evie. The swirling hot water removing all trace of male and female sexually transmitted body fluids. The chemicals in the Jacuzzi equalising male and female bodily fluids, including — in Marsha and Morgan’s case, the possibility of draining semen.
11:25 p.m.
Knowing this would be a difficult thing for herself and Morgan. Trying to think of a quick, simple way to say it.
Still seated about the table. Evie and Janice and Ken, finishing the last of the wine in their glasses.
Waiting until the group were preparing to say goodnight and head home. “Wait a minute, please…” Marsha said “...I’ve something to tell you.”
The serious tone of her voice drawing their immediate attention.
“First off, I want to tell you that I’m ‘so’ glad to have met you all and hope that we can still keep in touch. But, if you haven’t guessed, Mitchell and I are in the process of getting a divorce and…” taking Morgan’s hand “...I’ve been offered a fantastic job with my cousin in Lincolnwood… A northern suburb of Chicago, and I’ll be leaving here… California on Monday.”
“Day after ‘tomorrow’?”
“Morgan, yes. But I ‘definitely’ want to stay in touch with you and I’ll call…” attempting a smile “ ‘Joe’s Liquor’ as soon as I have a new phone number to give you. And you can visit any time you want.”
Though truly enjoying fucking this big man, Marsha was beginning to dislike having to display a ‘motherly’ attitude towards Morgan, and was not too heartbroken at having to say ‘goodbye’.
As for Morgan, truly enjoying Marsha’s soft, motherly body and attitude, he felt she was becoming a bit ‘clingy’ and knew that he would miss her, but would not be too ‘heartbroken’ at having to to say ‘goodbye’.
Kisses and hugs, and, ‘I’ll miss you!’ and ‘good luck!’ wishes, from seven in the group, including— though a bit less enthusiastically, Lita.
Outside, giving Marsha and Morgan time to say ‘goodbye’,, walking Lita to her car parked behind Morgan’s old Cadillac. “I don’t want Marsha to know until the final papers…”
Sitting on the driver side, the door open, “For the divorce?”
Leaning into the car, my face a foot from Lita’s face. “Yes. I bought a new place, but it won’t close until after the final papers are signed.
“Monday morning, the movers will be out at about seven-thirty to take her stuff and whatever furniture she wants .
“Her flight’s at three-thirty and I’ll drive her to LAX, but with traffic I doubt I’ll be home before five/five-thirty and then I’ll start moving some of my small stuff over…”
“You can do that? Move in?”
“It’s vacant and I’ve leased it until the escrow closes in about two months, and I plan on sleeping there soon as I haul some linens and a mattress over..”
“What if she tries to call you?”
“I’ll be shutting my present number off on Wednesday. If she want to reach me after Wednesday, she’ll call me at ‘Country Club’.”
“So you’ll be sleeping in your new place on Monday or Tuesday?”
“I’m renting a ‘U-Haul’ on Tuesday and have a mover coming on Wednesday to get all the heavy stuff, then on Thursday the Salvation Army will be there to get everything else.. . So, yeah, I’m planning on sleeping there on Tuesday.”
“You want some help, uh, ‘shlepping’ on Tuesday?”
Laughing. “From little old skinny you?”
“Hey ‘white guy’, us black gals …”wearing a white T-shirt, lifting her arm and flexing it, showing a thin muscle “...can be really tough.”
Feeling the slight muscular projection, then kissing it. “You have pencil and paper?”
“Sure.” popping the glove department, Lita removed a small spiral pad and a pencil.
“ ‘Two-one-three-four-one- seven-eight’’.” I said ,watching as Lita wrote ‘213-4178’.
“You can just take off work on Tuesday?”
“I’m a teacher, remember?And it’s summer.”
“Oh, yeah, forgot you’re a teacher, and besides you want to be the first lady to sleep in my new home, don’t you?”
“Well, we’ll probably be pretty tired after all that ‘shlepping’.”
“And you ‘do’ want to be the first lady to sleep in my new home!”
“Yeah, Mitchie, I do.”
“May only be a mattress on the floor.”
“So far, a mattress on the floor has worked out pretty good for us.”
“Yeah it has, okay...”
Looking to my car, I see Morgan is no longer there and assume that Marsha is sitting inside waiting.”
“...I’d better get going.”
“Me, too.”
“Should be home… my ‘old’ home by nine, nine-thirty, so give me a call and I’ll tell you where I live… 'bye'.”
“I’ll do that…” holding my face in her cool hands, kissing me lightly “...see you on Tuesday.”
"Took you a long time!"
“Didn’t seem like Morgan hung around with you too long.”
“Didn’t have to. We both said what we had to say.”
Waiting for the light to change on Ventura Boulevard.
“Haw far are you planning on taking it?”
Glancing at my wife as the light changed from red to green. “ ‘Taking what’?”
“Don’t be stupid! You know ‘exactly’ what I mean!”
“Lita and me?”
Hating him! Hating her husband, yet jealous because apparently he’d found someone that he truly likes that seemingly truly liked him also — which will be making his future without her far less bleak than she’d hoped...
“Yeah. Lita! Where do you think you’re going to go with that woman?”
“Because I’m white?”
“Because she’s ‘not’!”
“ ‘Where can I go’ with Lita, Marsha...” taking a right off Venture “...anywhere I can go with you and I’ll be damned proud to be with her!”
Pulling into the garage.
“Well, it’s none of my business any more!”
“Right, Marsha! It sure as hell is ‘none of your business’ any more!”
Sunday, June 15, 1986
Woodland Hills, California
This day spent in near silence as both the husband and wife continued packing cartons with the wanted repents of their thirty-one year marriage.
11:35 p.m.
The door to the bedroom that at one time was their eldest son’s bedroom but was, for the past three weeks used by the husband.
Coming into the room fully nude. “You awake, Mitchell?”
The room light enough to see his naked wife….
Sitting on the edge of the twin bed, “You want to eat my pussy?”
This sexually descriptive question asked by the wife ever since the Fourth of July weekend in nineteen fifty-eight as a signal for wanted sex, that was ‘always’ answered by the husband with, ‘you want to suck my cock’?
“You want to eat my pussy?” The wife asked.
He wanted to… The husband ‘really’ wanted too. But for the first time since that long ago Fourth of July, “No!” the husband said.
Standing, about to leave the room. “Just thought I’d ask for old times sake.” Marsha closed the door behind her.
Monday, June 16, 1986
Woodland Hills, California
‘Allied Movers’ arriving at 7:45 a.m. The house emptied of Marsha’s cartons and furniture by 11:55 a.m..
Having nothing to say to each other, but feeling conspicuous because of having nothing to say to each other.
“I’ve some cold calls to make, so think I’ll head over to the office for a few hours.”
“What time should we leave for the airport?”
“Flight’s at three-thirty so, I’d guess about ‘one-thirty’ or so.”
2:20 p.m.
‘US 101’ (Ventura Freeway) to ‘Ca 405 ‘( San Diego Freeway).
The forty-five minute drive drive from Woodland hills to Los Angeles International Airport (LAX)was in what could only be described as ‘thick silence’..
Pulling to ‘United Departures’ curb, the husband helped the wife remove the four suite cases from the rear of the Ford Station wagon that was then loaded onto a cart by a ‘Red Cap’ that would then be brought to The ‘United’ window to loaded onto the plane that would transport the wife from Los Angles, California to Chicago, Illinois.
Standing at the curb as the ‘Red Cap’ wheeled away. “We’ve still better than an hour before you take off. Give me a couple of minutes to park the car and I’ll wait with you.”
Possibly still stung by Mitchell’s sexual refusal the night before, or possibly just being ‘Marsha’. “No…” she said “...no reason to prolong it, I’d just as soon say ‘goodbye’ here, now.”
“Okay, Marsha…” feeling a profound sadness at this “...if this is the way you want it.”
“Yes, I do, Mitchell. ‘Bye!’ ” Without a further word, turning away, Marsha rushed to catch up with the ‘Red Cap’.
Watching the few seconds it took Marsha to meld with the crowd and disappear from sight…
Sighing, getting into the Ford, I drove home.
Next PIT#43: In Threes #1A
