Night Magic, Epilogue
Posted on November 12th, 2005 in XXX, erotica, novella
“Seems kind of lonely, now that they’re gone.”
“Ah, Joe, that was one wicked night we had with those ladies.”
Bill and Joe were sitting at an onboard bistro, drinking iced tea. “It’s probably best they left the next morning,” Bill went on, “We gave them enough filthy memories to last a lifetime. And if there is one thing I know about, it’s memories.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Do you really want to know, or are you just humoring an old man?”
“Yeah, I really want to know.”
“Well then, I’m going to tell you a secret.”
Bill paused to take a drink of his tea. “That is some mighty fine tea.” Joe nodded in agreement as he picked his glass and took a drink.
“I’m gonna tell you a secret, Joe, and maybe you will understand. You see, my boy, I’m a priest.”
Joe’s jaw dropped open. “No! Really?” Then he started to laugh.
“Do you remember when you were getting ready to boink Melanie? You said something like, ‘Father Bill’s turn.’ I thought you were just confused about what Melanie had been calling you all evening—remember how she would say ‘Mr. Bill’ and we’d all laugh—and just had gotten it wrong.” He shook his head, smiling. “Damn it! You really meant it!” Bill chuckled.
“Well one thing’s for certain. You certainly weren’t acting like a priest the other night.”
“That’s what I meant by memories. I really slipped up, lost control the other night. I’ve only done it once before, many years ago, when I went on my first vacation as a ‘man of the cloth.’ I kind of made a pact with myself: I can look, but can’t touch; that sort of thing. But, I am a man! Just like you, I have needs. Basically, I fantasize and masturbate like crazy. And it’s the memories—of that one time in Mexico or the harmless flirtations I’ve had over the years—that do it for me.
There was an odd look on Joe’s face. “Tell me, old man, what happened in Mexico?”
“No big deal to a guy like you; but, for me, it was my one and only time before the other night. I met this sexy woman that was all over me, and I just gave into my desire. Fucked her all weekend—up one side and down the other. She was gorgeous.”
Do you remember her name?” The grin had left Joe’s face. “Surely, if she was as hot as you say she was you can remember her name!”
“What’s wrong, Joe?”
“Just tell me her name, Bill.”
“Well, okay. Her name was Beth Carlson.”
“That’s my mother’s name. She got pregnant to a man in Mexico.”
Slowly, a grin broke out across both their faces.
“Damn, Bill, we really did keep it all in the family, didn’t we?”
April 5th, 2008 12:29 am
Oh the delicate webs of irony you weave you masterful spider!