PLAYTIME — CHAP. XIV — THE GET-TOGETHER

PLAYTIME – Chap. XIV –
THE GOING-AWAY PARTY

Several weeks had gone by since the last get-together. John and Mary, their toys James and Kelly had not met lately. Additionally, Kelly’s roommate Terri was now scheduled for her final gender-change operation, which she eagerly awaited.
A trip to Branson, Missouri, by the married couple halted the “regular” Saturday night meetings. Taking advantage of a “celebrity auction”, they had bought a bargain weekend stay at a Branson resort.

On the first night in the country cabaret town, the couple toured the main street, catching the lay of the land. The Whore-Queen, newly-designated and proud of her title, boasted, “In high school, we used to call the ‘easy’ girls ‘The Community Chest’.” Her husband smiled and said, “I think we have a community, so you can be my Community Chest – and James’, and Kelly’s, too.” She grinned widely, thrust out her boobs and cupped them – “These girls have satisfied a LOT of folks lately.” He replied, “And they will again…”

With at least sixty shows available on any one night in this show business town, it seemed impossible to expect sex-capades could take precedence. Yet, you could not discount the amenities of the motel — a hot tub in the room; another in the general population area; four rooms in the motel suite, with a king-size bed. Their first night startled several late-night teens as John lounged naked in the outdoor hot tub with Mary. A blonde teenage cutie and a boy came upon them suddenly in the cool evening. “Hi, can we come in?” Quickly scrambling to find his bathing suit, John struggled to get it on – “Wait a minute!!!” And then much later on the second day, John and Mary filled the hot tub in their suite and relaxed, of course with no clothing. His only regret was that after their fun-filled day in town, he was too tired to do anything more than relax in the tub with his naked nympho.
But, he remembered the final night with her. They lay in the king-size bed, stripped, watching the plasma TV, and in the commercials, he would thrill her with his choice of “activity”, then in the next commercial it was her turn. What an enjoyable hour THAT turned out to be! Mary was as inventive as Kelly ever was, and so was he. Yes, this Branson trip ought to be repeated some day….

They returned on Monday, even more excited when they learned Terri was to be operated on the following Monday. That meant the group needed to have a final party Saturday night. Calls were made, ideas were exchanged. Terri and Kelly jumped at the opportunity to join them, asked if James would be coming, too, and said they had a thought for a party. John rolled his eyes at this; Mary simply smiled. James cancelled something and said he was in.


JUST ANOTHER SATURDAY NIGHT

One of them thought the living room seemed crowded. James sat in the chair near the TV screen. Terri and Kelly on the couch. John stood near the fireplace, poking it up. Mary brought more food from the kitchen.
“My dear Kelly says she has a great idea for our FINAL night together with Terri, who has a lovely penis that will NOT be here next week. In honor of her sacrifice – she calls it her Liberation — we are gathered here together to do homage to this piece of history in our midst. Does anyone want to say a few words in commemoration, misery, or exhaltation before we begin this celebration?”
One by one, each spoke eloquently of Kelly’s pretty lady-friend, who was really a transsexual on the verge of the operation to change him to a female. John said, “Before Mary and I began our recent excapades, I never would have thought I’d be taking part in some things I’ve done. But when you get down to it, one dick is just another piece of meat that can give you pleasure, and none of us here are vegetarians! Close your eyes, and who knows the difference?”
Kelly looked at the beautiful roommate beside her and said, “She was kind to me from the start, and we bonded like roommates do. When I learned about the real Terri, I felt so sorry for her life and wanted to do whatever I could for her. You guys might call it a Pity Fuck, but it was more than that. We just kinda cuddled one night and then it turned into something a little hotter – that I wanted. I honestly liked her and wanted to do whatever I could to help her be who she really is. Yeah, I may be bisexual now, but then when you think about it, who isn’t? Skin is skin, a tongue is a tongue, right?