Mister Jack Miller Ch. 06
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I might even tell you a few things about this statue that would surprise you, if you're in the mood for it later..."
I looked at her, half-guessed what she was referring to, and then my face grew even hotter when she said, "You shoulda seen Mom's face when she saw it. She got even redder than you are right now, if you can believe that," at which Debbie held up her compact mirror to my face and showed me just how flushed my face really was. "I need a glass of water RIGHT NOW."
Debbie replied, "Well, it's about to get started in there anyway, so let's go sit down. We've already reserved us a table by the dancefloor."
I took Shari's arm, wondering what she'd been thinking about me, about Alex, since she saw these statues. We emerged from the curtained-off area, and I think at that point that my hard-on was probably the second-hardest cock in the area right now, second only to the one on the statue. As we walked in through the door, I saw Janelle standing there with a tray of champagne flutes in her hand. when she saw me enter, she brightened considerably and said, as professionally as she could manage, "Good evening, Sir, would you care for some champagne?"
I smiled at her, took one of the bubbly glasses and said, "Thank you very much."
"Can I help you find a table, Sir?"
"No, thanks, I think I've already got one."
I think Debbie must have noticed some kind of unspoken communication between us, because she leaned over to me as we reached the table and said, "I think that waitress likes you," and slugged me gently on the shoulder.
"Where do you get that from?" I asked, but I think my attempt at feigning ignorance just piqued her curiosity that much more. I'm sure she would be grilling me about Janelle soon enough. Luckily, Debbie chose not to dwell on it. Mom was already at the table. I knelt on the ground next to her chair, "Good evening, Mother," I said, and as she turned, I hugged her.
"Jackie, sweetheart. I feel like I haven't seen you all week! What have you been up to?"
"Oh, a little of this, a little of that. I'm sorry we didn't get together yet this week, Mom. Things have been kind of weird for me lately."
"Oh, yes, Wendy. I've been hearing things, but I want the whole story before this night is over, do you hear me?"
Deciding that topic would be best saved for when we'd both had a few drinks in our system, I thought it would be a good time to present the invitations. "Yes, mother. Tell you what..." I brought out one of the flower pins, pinned it on her lapel, handed her her invitation and said, "Why don't you come upstairs with me tonight, and we can relax in the hot tub and catch up on that kind of stuff."
She opened the invitation and started to read it. I observed her outfit. It was a sharply tailored full-length dress, brown in color (which matched her eyes and hair) with orange piping. It was sleeveless, but conformed to her shape rather well, emphasizing her sizable breasts while drawing attention away from the hips that I knew she had thought were too wide. I kissed her on the cheek as she read, but when she finished, she said, "Well, if you can stand looking at your tired old Mom in a bathing suit, I'll come along. For a little while."
"Stand it? Mom, I'm looking forward to it. Thanks, I'm so glad. I can't wait." As I stood, I noticed her glancing in the general direction of the bulge in my trousers. I wondered if she might have been thinking about the sculpture right at that moment, but I didn't want to pry there, so I turned to Shari.
Shari was dressed impeccably. She wore a black dress that had almost a neck that looked like something out of Victorian England, but just below the neckpiece was a hole in the shape of an upside-down triangle which started at the base of her neck and ended about halfway between her breasts and her belly button. Everything was trimmed with a red lace--the neck, the ends of the sleeves, and the hem, which was just below her knee. the skirt was split up the side, and the split was also trimmed with red lace. She wore hose that were dark red in color, and as I checked out how high the split went up her thigh, I noticed what I figured to be a red garter-belt clip clipped to the top of her stocking. "Very Impressive. And the hair looks great, too." It had been styled that afternoon, no doubt, and was piled high on her head like some WWII-era movie starlet. Her shoes were high heels, the same red as the lace, and had criss-cross straps that went about three inches above her ankle.
"Thanks, I ran into your mom and sister in the lobby after my lunch with Nana, and we decided to go to the mall together. We did a little shopping, and bought some clothes...then we got our hair and nails done." I noticed her nails. They were the same dark red as her stockings. I was very impressed. I reached over to pin a flower on her chest, just above her left breast, and kissed her on the cheek, whispering, "I want YOU to stay the longest." She read the invitation and then looked me in the eye and said, "I WANT to stay the longest," kissing me back on my cheek.
I turned to Debbie. She had on a yellow (what else?) dress that was, as per her normal wardrobe, pretty darn revealing. The spaghetti straps were nothing, and the way her breasts pushed against the front of her dress, I was sure she would pop out over the top of it, and all those boys in the ballroom who were now whispering to one another that "Debbie's here" would be treated to occasional glimpses of nipples and areola all night long. There were a dozen or so big yellow sequin flowers positioned around the dress, and, of course, it was a mini, stopping just short of revealing her feminine charms. Debbie's shoes were low white heels, as if she were intending on dancing or something...her hair was pulled back and worked into a long French braid that went halfway down her back.
I pinned a flower on her dress, being as careful as I could not to stick any flesh, and handed her the invitation. "Cool, hot tubbin' with Uncle Jackie! Can't wait! I'll be there. Thanks, Jack." And she kissed my cheek, too. Then I turned to Alex.
"The star artist," I said as I checked her out. He dress was a deep blue--darker than royal blue but not as dark as, say, a navy. It looked as though she had taken five or six pieces of loose fabric and draped them over her shoulders and tied them around her waist with a black sash. The sides of the dress weren't really there, as I could see bare skin from under her arms all the way down to where the sash held everything together. I could just make out the sides of her breasts, and surmised that she was braless like Debbie. The skirt portion of the dress was jagged, uneven, almost like the proverbial poor-girl's skirt, thrown together from scraps. She wore light blue hose and white shoes that looked almost exactly like Debbie's shoes. Alex's hair looked at first like she had teased it mercilessly for a half hour and then given up on it, but when I looked closer at it I could see the plan the hairdresser had, and realized that it was, indeed, a pretty incredible hairdo. "Wow," I said, "some 'do.' Dja ferget to tip the hairdresser or something?"
She looked hurt for a second, then realized I was just joshing her, so she slugged me--HARD--in the shoulder. "OWW! Okay, okay. I'm messin' with ya. It looks great, it really does."
"I happen to LIKE the 'chaos' look, thank you very much..." she said as she began to read the invitation. I pinned the flower on her shoulder and she smiled and said, "Cool, bro. How much is this costin' you?"
"Never you mind," I said, "Just show up. Wouldn't be the same without you."
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," she said, and, like the other girls before her, she kissed me on the cheek. I pulled out chairs for all of them, and they sat down at the table. I was positioned with Alex next to me on my left and Debbie on her other side. Shari sat on my right with Mom next to her. Just before I sat down, I started to walk over to where Nana was holding court with a half dozen or so kids, none of whom could have been more than about three. She was handing out Teddy Bears to all of them as she sat there dressed in the sparkliest deep dark purple dress I had ever seen. It literally caught every light in that room and reflected it in such a way as the whole corner of the room where she sat glowed purple with her royal presence. I walked closer to her and she raised her head, and smiled wide and beckoned me over. The first thing I noticed about Nana is that she looked tired, and, after again wishing her a happy 100th birthday, I told her so.
"Well, my boy, I've been having these blasted meetings all day long, so of course I'm tired. But at least they're all done now, so I can turn in now." the way she said "turn in" I wasn't sure whether she meant for the night, or forever, but I nevertheless moved forward and said, "But I was hoping to have a dance with you tonight. And some of us are going to be hot tubbing on the roof after the party tonight. I was hoping you would be able to join us," I said as I pinned the flower on her dress
"Now, boy, how old do you think I am, twenty? No, no, I'll be going to bed soon, but I have one more thing to do..." Someone had handed her a microphone and she talked into it without really looking up at anyone. "It's been good to see you all this week. I'm hoping you will enjoy the dance tonight, and thanks for helping me celebrate my birthday. You've all been so nice. I'll see you all tomorrow afternoon at the pool party, and then for the final dinner tomorrow night." Twice during this speech, her voice faltered, and her personal physician, standing at her side as usual, decided after the second time it was time for Nana's speech to end, so she handed me the microphone. Nana got real still, so I turned to the crowd to draw attention away from it,
I loved the feel, the taste, of his cock, but I wanted more.
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