In defense of the activities in this installment I have to tell you that the idea came to me in a dream. In it, a good friend of mine (who sometimes appears in these stories as Julia), was reviewing my writing. She insisted - as if any moron could see - that this just had to be the theme for my next chapter. My wildest fantasies had never considered this activity but who am I to argue with the incredible Julia - not even in my dreams!
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Sub, hoagie, hero, grinder, torpedo, po' boy, wedge: whatever you call a sandwich on a long roll of Italian or French bread usually depends on your region and upbringing. Until recently, I leaned towards "Hero".
However, once you start involving them in your sex life, you have to give this matter some additional thought. "Jerked off by a 6-inch hero", "I fucked my sub", "Getting your cock stuck in a grinder" and "Cumming deep inside a po'boy", are all open to some serious misinterpretation.
To maintain focus and clarity in this story I think I'll just be "on a roll". [groan]
The day after my interesting encounter with Denise, Amy accosted me in my yard:
"Hey Thomas, Denise tells me you agreed to putting us up in the city. That will be awesome!"
"Hey Amy, no worries, it will be fun, I'm looking forward to it."
"I'm fucking dying for it!" interjected my mannerless cock.
"Oh, I can't wait. I know you'll take care of us. Do you want to have lunch with me to work out the details?" she asked.
We agreed that lunch would be nice, that it was my turn to host, no she couldn't bring anything, and we'd meet in thirty minutes. Twenty-five minutes later I was showered and shaved and waiting like an over-anxious schoolboy.
Amy showed up right on time wearing a simple, blue summer dress and platform sandals that perfectly suited her public personality. Had she dressed for her actual mood, she would have needed considerably more latex and fishnet. She knocked on my kitchen door and stepped inside.
Now my kitchen is one of the least private rooms in the house. Amy's house overlooks the half-glass door and window, Denise & Co have a more distant angle of the same, the window above the countertop looks over Barbara's house and yard, and the dining room window makes the kitchen visible from the road and sidewalk.
Amy stepped up to me and give me a big hug and a short peck on my cheek. It was very appropriate for the location although I'm sure some tongues might wag that a pretty married blonde neighbor was spending alone time in the weird outsider's house on a weekday afternoon.
And, if Denise caught sight of us, she might be very tempted to come over and indulge in some serious tongue wagging herself.
"Call her!" suggested Mr Penis in his usual helpful way.
The lunch plan was quite simple given the supplies and time available: Panera tomato soup, some sharp imported cheddar, freshly sliced local ham and turkey, lettuce, tomato, Hellmann's (in a squeeze bottle), and two long rolls of Italian bread. I explained this to Amy and she agreed happily. While we chatted I began to heat the soup on the stovetop and lay out the sandwich stuff, cutting boards, and utensils on the counter.
