Boone The Early YearsChapter 07
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One of Us - Part 1
It was ten years ago but seems like yesterday. After finishing the 3 hour
drive - thanks to mind-numbing traffic- back from my sister's funeral in
Glen Ridge NJ and finding a parking spot 3 blocks away from my 4th floor
walk-up, I was ready to crash. Ignoring the conversation on the second
floor, I trudged up I to my top floor one-bedroom on pure instinct. I had
just peeled my suit tie and shirt off my body and dumped them all
unceremoniously in a heap.
Just then, as I started to lay down on the bed, the godforsaken doorbell
chimed loudly and cheerily. I found that queer because it hadn't worked
in months. Since I was naked and exhausted, there was no way I was going
to open the door. Or so I thought. But I had never met Dr. Amelia
Lippincott before. It tired out that I had a lot to learn. Amelia did
not go away easily. And she never gave up!
She shouted with the resonance of a truck driver, "Open the F**king door!
I know you're in there! I just saw your sorry ass sneak up the stairs!"
Fat chance. I grabbed the remote from my nightstand and pumped up the
volume, then rolled onto my belly and closed my eyes. The next thing I
knew is I'm being shaken awake by some fat bitch who looks like Kathy
Bates in Misery. That was my introduction to Dr. Lip as I came to call
her.
I demanded to know how she got in and she flashed the spare set of keys
that the landlord had in case of emergency. She informed me brusquely that
she owned the building now and that the only tenants who she was going to
allow to live there were lesbians. She said that she had already bought
out the lease from the old lady on the third floor and just came to an
understanding with the couple on the second floor. She said that they
would move out by the end of the following month and she would pay them 20
grand to break the lease and speed them on their way. She said not to get
ideas since my old walk-up was half the size and the extra stairs made it
less than half as desirable. I replied that Mr. Wepner had my keys to
enter in an emergency. This was not an emergency, just an intrusion. I
told her to leave or I would call the police and have her arrested for
illegal entry. I was in bed in my jockey shorts for Christ's sake. She
the pointed to my crotch and made a crack how was I was a typical man
getting all worked up about something so insignificant, then slammed the
door behind her.
The following Friday at 2:57 PM, I was just finishing my shift at Graduate
Hospital where I work as an OR nurse when I got called to the station and
was served with an Eviction Notice. The claim being made was that I was
an unruly tenant who played loud music, smoked in the hallways, and was
verbally abusive to the female tenants. All of this, of course, was pure
fabrication but Dr. Lip did not know who she was dealing with. I was very
mild-mannered but was done in my life being abused - or so I thought and
would continue to think for quite a while. So, on my walk back to the
apartment, I decided on a plan and it involved lawyers. When I got home,
Dr. Lip was in a brand new rocking chair seated on the building front
porch. For the first time, she actually smiled to me and said, "Let's
talk." I told her I was listening, then flipped my phone's video recorder
on so it would pick up her voice. She said I needed to face facts and not
insist on living where I wasn't wanted. No judge, she continued, would
believe one man claiming he wasn't abusive against six women swearing that
he was. She added has a coup de grace that she had enough pull with City
Hall to arrange for a woman judge she knew to hear the case. I pulled my
phone out of my shirt pocket, turned off the recorder, and said, "See you
in court." I couldn't make out the expletives she was screaming as I
headed up the stairs.
Two hours, my mobile phone rang and Dr. Lip identified herself. I had no
idea how she got my mobile number because I'm a very private person and
only a few people outside of the hospital had it. She said, "OK, you win.
I'll give you $30,000 to release me from your lease. You can get a much
nicer place and plenty of money to spare." I told her that I appreciated
her attempting to look out for my betterment but that it wasn't really her
concern. I had no intention of moving. I had been there more than 8
years and had 21 months remaining on my lease. Everything was set up the
way I liked it and I walked to and from work. I don't bother anybody and
until you took the place over, nobody had a problem with me. There was a
pregnant pause followed by, "OK, what IS your price?" I said $250,000.
CLICK.
Saturday evening, there she was back on the porch when I finished my
shift. She smiled again and asked me to sit. I had a pretty easy day so
I agreed. She offered to get me a lemonade but I wasn't about to risk
being poisoned so I demurred politely. She said I wanted to apologize for
being high-handed but said she was trying to protect the girls and keep
them comfortable. Most men either hit on them or made disgusting jokes. I
now know you aren't that way but I was afraid you'd have more typical guys
over." I smiled back and said, "But I want the girls to be comfortable
being themselves. I've always got along well with lesbians and gays. In
fact my two best friends from college are both lesbian As for friends, I
almost never have anybody over. The last person to visit me here was
Leah, my sister, and she's gone now. Before that it was Lindsey, one of
my two lesbian friends I was just talking about. Anyway, I mind my own
business, pay my rent early, keep my place immaculate, and take care of my
own electrical and plumbing issues." She laughed, "That's just what the
private detective I hired to investigate you said. Okay, you win. I'll
let the other girls know. Most of them already said I should get off your
case." I laughed and went upstairs.
For the next six months, things were back to normal and my life was
blessedly drama-free. Then, I overheard a third-floor tenant talking to
her roommate in the hall as she was fishing for her keys. She mentioned a
movie "The Killing of Sister George" from 1970 that she had heard about
and was dying to see but couldn't find anywhere. It was one of my
favorites. I had a pristine copy of it: So, I invited the gals, Bea and
Leticia, to watch it over at my place the next evening and even offered to
make nachos. They took me up on my offer. I figured it couldn't hurt to
make friends. Well, things got friendly all right. After I had two
beers, Bea had four and Leticia started and finished a small bottle of
Cabernet, we were all feeling little pain. My downstairs neighbors were
making out a bit during the movie but really went at it as the credits
started rolling. I was pleased they were enjoying themselves but was
worried about getting Amelia upset if they thought I was staring or
judgmental in anyway. So, I watched all the credits to their conclusion
and even watched a 20 minute feature they had on Beryl Reid on the disc.
When I looked back, they were kissing each other under their tops and
working their hands down each other's pants. So, I turned off the TV,
ejected the disk and returned it to its case, figuring that would draw
their attention. Nope but now their tops were back to covering their
boobs but their lips were tightly locked and exploring each other's
throat. So, I turned to them and said, "I'm really glad you enjoyed the
flick." Finally looked at me, giggling in unison as they unlocked their
mouths and flicked their tongues upward. Leticia motioned me over saying,
"Sorry, didn't mean to leave you out. Join us here on your wonderful
sofa. It's SO comfortable." Bea guffawed, "Well, when we came in, you DID
say to make yourselves at home. Anyway, "Teesh" is right, there's plenty
of room, Scott. Join us.
Still mindful of Amelia's warning, I protested that I needed to get to
sleep because I had an early shift. Actually, I had an early afternoon
shift. Leticia pouted, "I guess he doesn't find us pretty enough." Bea
said, "I think he needs something stronger than beer" and poured her and
me shots from a Bourbon bottle she spied in my bar area. When I
hesitated, she growled, "C'mon man! Don't let me drink alone." We downed
the shots.
She asked in comradery, "One more?" I said, "Sure," my resistance gone.
Leticia grabbed the bottle, "Since you're out of Cabernet, I'll have a
Bourbon shot too", but she just took a small sip of hers. Then she said,
"Hey, you've seen under our shirts, but we haven't seen under yours."
With that she got up and in one motion pushed me to where she had been
sitting on the couch and started unbuttoning my shirt. Hey, Bea, "Lookie
here. Scott's got no hair on his chest." Bea laughed, "Not much muscle
either but his man-boobs sure look sweet." She pinched one nipple and
Teesh the other. It tickled at first so I giggled but then started really
arousing me. Now they started licking my tiny aureoles and Bea said,
"These are hairless too. Hey Scott, I thought you were just being sweet
but you really are just like one of the girls, aren't you?" I nodded,
chuckling, "As long as you're making my "titties" feel so good, call me
anything you like. When in Rome..." I cut off, laughing.
Teesh, "Then you don't want us to stop?" I shook my head.
She started peeling off my pants Bea moved over to Teesh and helped take
hers off. Bea with laughter still resonant in her voice looked at my
erect organ, saying "Look what you found. I guess he's not just like a
girl everywhere." I chuckled and joined in, "Hey! What do two dykes want
with THAT?" Bea said "No worries, mate. Just sit next to me." I followed
Bea's orders, and Teesha wasted no time positioning herself atop me with
her back to my face, taking me in, and riding me like a bronco. Bea
positioned herself so she could lick Teesha's nub which made her buck even
more wildly. Her tongue caught part of my shaft too, really driving me
over the top, making me shout, "Now, Teesha, fuck me harder!" She
obliged. Teesha unleashed a primal scream as she came first, then I shot
everything I had and was so spent, I fell off the couch.
Seeing as I was already on the floor where Bea was kneeling, I sort of
flopped over to her and burrowed my way into her crotch, first teasing her
outer lips with my tongue and working down to her mons. Then I worked a
finger into her vagina and went to work on her clit. Teesha got up and
poured herself a drink. When she returned, she started cheering me on.
"That's the way, bitch. You got yours, now make love to her with your
tongue the way you'd want her to lick the shaft of your clitty of you had
a vagina." I tried to say, "You bet!" but it was all muffled and she
guffawed hysterically. Bea, really getting into it, shouted to Leticia,
"Hey! This bitch seriously knows what she's doing. She really should have
her own vagina." I laughed and imagined that I had one. Leticia laughed
and protested, "No way! I love having a girlfriend that has a great hard-
on. Usually it's connected to a macho asshole who has trouble
understanding that I'm a lesbian who also enjoys riding cock now and
then." Bea then came emphatically, then Leticia came over kissing us both
and soon we are all exploring each other's throat and faces in every
sensual way possible.
Eventually, I saw it was 1:30 and had a 7 AM shift so I had to beg them to
leave. Bea said they has a king and I was welcome to share it with them.
She promised she'd let me sleep but I said I had my routine. Given I'd be
comatose I'd better keep it on automatic. They hugged and kissed me one
final time. I slept well, and was daydreaming about the night all through
a surgery. In fact, I used the wrong clamp for a stint we were doing and
had to jury rig a handle to make it work.
That afternoon, Amelia called to me as I entered the house. I was a bit
worried at first, but she smiled and said, "Bea told me you're quite a
movie buff and they had a great time watching "Sister George" with you.
One of my favorites is a really old one. Have you ever head of Tod
Browning's "Freaks"?" I replied that I've always wanted to see it but
never had. She said, "I make a great spinach lasagna; do you like that?"
I nodded enthusiastically. She continued, "Great, I'm going to invite
Corky from downstairs and a few gals from the other house I own to join us
for dinner Saturday night. We'll eat then drink some vino while we watch
the movie." I said, "Wonderful!"
I was on Cloud 9. Bea and Leticia were both very affectionate when we
passed each other in the hall and now Amelia was not only accepting me,
but inviting me to be her guests with her other girlfriends for a night
in. I wondered if some of them might have a use for cock once in a while
also but then said to myself, "You know Amelia likes to call the shots.
Just follow her lead." Still, Saturday night could not come soon enough
for me.
The meal was great and so was the wine. Every time, my glass got down to
half full, someone topped it off again for me.
Still, the movie was so vivid and well-acted and directed, I had no
trouble following it, even in my inebriated position. This manipulating
bitch played by an early sound beauty named Olga Bachlinova married one of
the circus midgets for his money, then used and abused him. Circus owner
Wallace Ford tried unsuccessfully to intervene but to no avail. Just
before the climax, Corky said they had no more bottles of the Pinot Noir
we were drinking, but she'd go down to the wine cellar and get e something
special. The finale was fantastic with the midget's circus freak friends
encircling the scheming widow shouting "One of Us. One of Us" as they
collapsed the circle on top of her. In the last scene, we see that she
has been transformed into an ugly freak herself, a bird lady. Quite
chilling!
Amelia lifted her glass in a toast, mine now full thanks to Corky, "To the
latest full-fledged member of our lesbian sorority." All eyes were glued
on me and they drew me out into a circle singing "One of Us. One of Us."
I smiled as Amelia sat on the chair and started stripping, calling to me,
"Hey Scottie, how about doing me for your celebratory desert? I hear you
give great head." I heard myself walking toward her slurring the word,
"Sure." I remember collapsing between her legs before everything went
black.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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