Sandra and Stevie Ch. 60

Ricky and I made the drinks. Mark and Bobby shuttled them to Jamal, Jack and the girls. The strong cocktails seemed to settle everyone down.

Jamal and Jack started taking bets on how long it would take Brandy to make Jason cum.

Jason laughed. "I've been fucking and getting sucked all afternoon. I can go a very long time right now."

Brandy took his cock out of her mouth and flashed a very confident smile at us. "Two minutes; start the clock."

Jason shook his head. "No way."

Jack looked at his watch and said, "Go".

I walked over to the bar and whispered to Ricky, "Keep the booze flowing. I am going to start the steaks. We need to get these people fed."

I put the steaks on the grill.

There was chaos behind me. Everyone had a favorite. There was clapping, cheering and chorus of advice.

I heard Jack call, "20 seconds left." Then I heard him say "15 seconds."

Suddenly I heard Jason yell, "Oh shit."

I turned. Brandy still had his cock in her mouth, but Jason had the unmistakable look of a man who was in the process of ejaculating.

Brandy closed her eyes and started to milk Jason's erection with her right hand. After a moment Jason pulled his cock out of her mouth. There was a large deposit of fresh semen on Brandy's tongue and lips.

Brenda turned to Bobby. "Pussyboy go clean her up."

Brandy smiled at Bobby, stood up, walked over to him and gave him a long passionate kiss. When they broke apart, Jason's cum was running out of Bobby's mouth. Everyone cheered.

I called Ricky and Mark over. "You guys get the table set, put the salads out and call everyone into the dining room. I'll finish cooking the steaks." I called to Bobby, "Hey Bob, keep the booze flowing."

He wiped Jason's cum off of his lips and nodded. "I'll get right on it Stevie."

The dinner was a great success. The food was well received and we went through three bottles of red wine.

After dinner we all sat by the pool, drank coffee, looked at the stars and talked quietly. The party broke up at 8:00 pm. Everyone was tired. It was time to go home.

Later that evening I was down in my golf club room working on a set of irons I was building for Ricky. I heard a knock on the door. I turned, it was Sandra.

I smiled at her. "Come on in sweetheart."

She walked in and sat down. "Stevie, would you mind if I just sit with you and watch you work.?"

"No I wouldn't mind at all, in fact It would make me very happy. I always love it when you come down here."

We sat quietly for a few minutes. I was focused on cutting each of the club shafts to the proper length and flex.

Sandra suddenly said, "I don't like Brandy. I don't want her to come to our house anymore."

I stopped, set down the shaft I was measuring and looked at her. "What makes you say that?'

"She's a prostitute."

I thought about what Sandra just said for a moment and then I smiled at her. "There are a lot of people in this world that would be very quick to pass judgement on you and me because of our lifestyle."

"Are you saying that were the same as she is?'

"I don't know. I'm just saying that there are lots of people that would condemn us just because they don't approve of the life we lead."

"We choose not to associate with those people."

"How about your mother and father?"

Sandra looked at me. "Stevie, thats not fair."

"Why? Aren't your parents refusing to associate with you and me because of their perception of how we live?"

Sandra thought about this for a long time. I picked up the golf shaft again.

As I was measuring it she said, "I guess you're right, I'll try to look at Brandy as a person."

I set the golf shaft down again. "How about your mother and father?" I paused. "Particularly your mother."

Sandra gave me a puzzled look. "I don't understand."

"Eight years ago they judged and rejected you because you made a moral decision that they disagreed with. You're angry with them because of that aren't you?"

Sandra nodded. "Yes, I'm very angry with them."

"In many ways you've worked hard to be a good daughter since then haven't you?"

"Yes, and nothing I do seems to matter."

"I understand. You went to college on your own and graduated with honors. You got accepted to law school and you're on the Dean's list."

Sandra nodded. "Yes, and they still won't accept me."

"Your very angry with them about that aren't you?"

Sandra shrugged. "Stevie, I really am. No matter how hard I try they won't look at the good things I've done."

I stared at Sandra for a moment. "Sometimes Brandy must get awfully angry."

Sandra looked up at me and sighed.

"You told me that when you and Roger went to Milwaukee to visit your parents it was a very difficult weekend filled with tension and bitterness.

Sandra nodded. "It really was. I think everyone was relieved when Roger and I got up and left before church on Sunday morning."

"Do you think it was possible that your parents sensed your anger?"

Sandra looked at me for a very long time. Finally she said, "Stevie what should I do?"

I smiled. "Some day we're going to find a way to open a dialogue with your mother and father. When that happens you have to be ready to forgive them for condeming you for all these years." I paused. "I think that might make it much easier for them to forgive you."

"Stevie I'm confused."

"Sandra did your mother and father love you before you had your abortion?"

She smiled at me. "Yes very much, I am sure of that."

"Do you think it's possible that your mother and father feel guilty about how they've treated their daughter for the last eight years?"

Sandra just stared at me so I continued. "Sometimes I think that we try to justify behavior that makes us feel guilty by becoming even more dogmatic about our justification for that behavior."

Sandra shook her head. "You mean that when my parents start to feel guilty about how they've treated me, they deal with that guilt by becoming more angry with me for having my abortion in the first place."

I smiled. "I'm just a stock analyst, but I think that's a strong possibilty."

Sandra stared at me. "Its going to be hard to forgive them."

I smiled. "It must be hard for Brandy to forgive all the people who judge her just because of her profession."

Sandra thought for a minute. "If we're ever able to open up a dialogue with my mom and dad, I'll remember Brandy." Sandra smiled. "I think I understand now."

She thought for another minute. "Stevie, I think I'd like to invite Brandy to come to our house again."

"I think that would be a very nice thing to do."

Sandra sat quietly. After a moment she said, "Stevie You must have been very angry with me when I left you. Forgiving me must have been very difficult for you."

"I didn't have any other choice."

"What do you mean?"

"Sandra do you know the saying, Don't bite off your nose to spite your face?"

"Sure, it means don't destroy something that's important to you because you're angry." Suddenly she looked up at me and grinned.

I smiled at her. "Sandra I love you. The only thing I want in this world is to be with you. Being angry with you wouldn't have given me what I wanted. Forgiving you got me what I wanted."

Sandra sighed. "Stevie I love you so much."

"I know, that's why it really wasn't very difficult for me to forgive you."

I started working on my golf clubs again. Sandra silently watched me. When I was done working I straightened up my bench, stood up and held Sandra's hand. "Let's go upstairs."

As we walked through the basement, Sandra turned to me. "Stevie do you think that we'll ever be able to open up a dialogue with my mother and father?"

I kissed her cheek. "Sandra I guarantee you that we are going to try."