This story is a follow on to a previous story: "Madness," published on Literotica on March 23, 2022 (
https://www.literotica.com/s/madness-6
). It's a short story (5000 words) that relates how an old man with erectile dysfunction that also loves basketball managed to impress a coed forty years younger than he was.
Roger hung up the phone Monday afternoon after talking to Janice. He sat in a nearby chair and wondered how he was going to deal with her impending visit. He was almost sixty years old and Janice was a mere twenty.
Roger, a recent widower, was an avid basketball fan, primarily college basketball. He had played ball in college and was still in reasonable shape. Most people he met didn't think he was much older than fifty. They were surprised when they learned his actual age.
The local university team had received a bid to the NCAA Division I Men's basketball tournament, March Madness to most fans, and, although he hadn't graduated from that university, he followed the team closely. The team was playing their first games nearby and, after they narrowly won their first round game, Roger managed to find a ticket to the game on Saturday evening in the student section of the arena.
He was seated between Janice and her friend Casey, both coeds from the university. He cheered the team along with Janice, Casey and the other students, and when the team won the close game in overtime, both Janice and Casey kissed him in joy and Janice invited him to a post game party back at a fraternity house on the campus. Caught up in the moment, he went.
He ended up sitting on a sofa in a darkened corner of the room in the fraternity house between Janice and Casey. With a sense of confidence he hadn't felt in almost forty years, he began to touch and stroke each of the women, focused on reaching their most intimate body parts without concern where that may lead. Casey was spirited away by a young man while Janice lingered and allowed him to pursue his goal.
Janice experienced a minor orgasm while sitting on the sofa and led him upstairs in the fraternity house to a sparse and empty bedroom where, faced with an impending and embarrassing situation, Roger revealed that, as an old man, he was no longer able to finish what he started due to a severe and lingering inability to get an erection.
Janice bordered on anger at his revelation. After all, her motor was running and leaking oil. In his defense, Roger explained that he was, never-the-less, able to provide Janice with all the satisfaction she desired with a myriad of other sexual techniques he had acquired and perfected over his many years. Janice challenged his assertions and Roger proved his case.
Over the course of several hours, Janice reached two conclusions. First, her satisfaction with Roger outdistanced anything she experienced with fraternity brothers and, second, she felt she could "fix" Roger's problem with determined and concentrated "physical therapy." She was so sure of success that she made Roger promise to fuck her first when he regained his ability to do so.
So, Roger was now sitting in his living room contemplating the phone call from Janice. She had invited herself to come to his home tonight to pursue his "therapy" and her own self interest. He wasn't opposed to her proposal and even looked forward to her visit. However, Janice had included an unexpected element, she was bringing Casey with her. Roger was wondering how he was going to be able to unfuck Janice and unfuck Casey as well.
Roger checked the time and realized he needed to get moving. He straightened up the living room, including a thorough vacuuming. He ate a simple meal in the kitchen, washed, dried and put away everything unnecessarily out of place, wiped all the counters and started the dishwasher.
In the bedroom, he contemplated the size of the queen-sized bed on which he had enjoyed so many hours with his deceased wife Majorie and wondered if it would be large enough. It was what it was. He changed the sheets and made the bed with everything exactly where it should be.
Checking the time again, he hurried to take a shower, with additional attention on the usually unseen parts of his body and dressed casually in Dockers, a collared golf shirt, moccasins without socks and, of course, underwear.
He sat in a dimly lit living room with soft easy jazz on the stereo and holding a large snifter of Grand Marnier and some chocolate covered almonds while he waited for his guests.
At almost seven, the doorbell rang. Roger set aside his almost empty snifter and answered the door. Janice and Casey were on the doorstep waiting for him. They were dressed identically in sleeveless short tops that stopped above their waists, short cotton shorts that would have embarrassed Daisy Duke and white deck shoes without socks. Neither of the women appeared to be wearing bras. It was impossible to confirm if they were wearing panties but the absence of panty lines offered a possibility.
Janice immediately took his face in her hands and kissed him with intent. "Hi," she said when she let him go. "I'm so glad you let me come over tonight."
"Hi," responded Roger. "I'm just as glad that you came."
Before Janice could introduce her, Casey grabbed Roger's face and kissed him with more gusto than Janice. "You remember Casey?" asked Janice.
"Hi, Casey," said Roger.
"Hi," responded Casey. "Janice's told me all about you."
"That's good, I guess," said Roger. "I, on the other hand, know little about you."
"That's something I'm hoping to correct," said Casey.
"Well, come in," said Roger.
He closed the door behind them and they moved as a group to the living room. They sat on the sofa, much as they had sat on the sofa in the fraternity house two evenings ago. Each of the women took one of his hands and placed it on their respective thighs.
"What's in the glass?" asked Janice.
"Just something to calm my nerves," Roger admitted.
"Let me see," said Janice and put out her free hand.
Roger collected the snifter from the table and handed it to her. He put his hand back on her thigh. Janice swirled the remaining liquid around in the glass and smelled the aroma of the liquor.
"It smells sweet," she said.
She put the glass to her lips and tasted the dark liquid. "Ummm," she said. "I like it."
"So do I," commented Roger.
Meanwhile, Casey was moving Roger's had up and down her thigh and more, lingering as his hand passed over the gusset of her shorts. Her legs were spread and her knee against Roger's knee.
Janice handed the snifter back to Roger and he put it back on the table. "You know why we're here?" she asked.
"I've made some assumptions," Roger responded. "So, I think I have a good idea."
"How do you want to do this?" Janice asked.
"Somehow, when you ask like that," Roger said, "it has a clinical tone to it."
