I’m in town visiting my parents. They still live in the same town I grew up in, Newton, MA, in the same house and everything. Christina will be there tomorrow to meet me. She has stuff at home she needs to finish up.
I am walking to the store to buy a couple of Monster energy drinks and on the way back to the house I start thinking of her and when I get back I go down to the basement. No one else is home. I drop my drawers, lie on the couch, and masturbate to my thoughts of her naked.
The following day she arrives. We all, my parents, she and I, go out for dinner at some fancy restaurant, so fancy we have to dress up and everything. Despite there being a massive outbreak of COVID-19 in the town, we still go out and we don’t wear masks. We’re not afraid.
After dinner we go back to the house and my parents hit the hay. Christina and I go down together to the basement and watch TV. We sleep in the basement since my mom has turned my own bedroom into her art studio when I left home all those years back, even though she kept my brother’s and sister’s room the same.
After a while of cuddling and watching TV I tell her of how the night before I was thinking of her and I masturbated to her image like I always do when I’m alone, bored and horny. This turns her on and we have sex on the couch.
We stay there for a few more days and every night after my parents hit the hay we get naked in the basement and make love on the couch.
The last day we are to stay there I get really horny again but Christina isn’t feeling it, so I decide to masturbate instead. She has the right to say no to sex; it’s in her rights and besides I have a hand that I can use and my hand is dying to see some personal action anyway. I get up and head into the laundry room to do the deed when she tells me no, don’t. If she doesn’t want to have sex, fine, I can take care of myself, but tonight, no, she says no no no, and I can’t understand why. She has the right to not be in the mood and not want my dick inside of her, but she doesn’t have the right to tell me not to be in the mood and to not masturbate either; but no, she wants me to stay. She accuses me of using masturbation as a weapon. I’m just trying to guilt her into having sex with me, she says. That’s all i’m doing. It’s a manipulation tactic. I’m using masturbation as a weapon. She won’t stop throwing out these insane accusations of me, that I’m just trying to hurt her by leaving to masturbate. I just want to release some steam so that I can enjoy her company without this unyielding desire to be one with her and release my steam inside of her, because she doesn’t want my steam inside of her tonight. So, as I flee to the laundry room where I would have masturbated given the chance, and as she’s saying i’m only trying to guilt her into having sex with me, which frankly makes me want to do the deed even less, I whirl at her with an enraged pointer finger slashing downward like an axe, and yell Fuck you fuck you fuck you. I do up my belt and hurry up the stairs. My parents hear the fight and come downstairs to see what the commotion is all about. I’m in the kitchen as my parents enter and I say to them Fuck you. Christina is downstairs and I shout down there And especially fuck you. I storm out the door.
I storm down the street.
At the intersection I cross toward the park.
A car pulls up to me. The driver shouts Hey.
It’s my friend Marge’s father. Even though Marge herself is black, her father is white, and he says Hey, it’s been a while. What are you doing here? Just got into a fight with my wife, I tell him. Oh, he says, concerned. I ask him for weed and he says he’s got some, hold on and let him pull over in the lot and we will go smoke in the park. He pulls over, gets out, and we walk into the field.
There’s a large gathering here despite the fact that there is a lethal viral outbreak in this region and some of the faces we pass look quite familiar and I finally realize that some of these people I know from my days in Rutland, VT. They are all here, all my friends from Rutland. They’re having a party in the park. They don’t have anywhere else to go, I am told. I point to Marge’s dad and say He’s got some pot, who’s got a piece? We’ll all smoke it in the woods. I nod to Marge’s dad to make sure that’s okay and he says Sure, let’s do it.
As we head toward the woods, Christina finds me there and she suggests it be best if they all just come to the house. I know it isn’t our own house, it’s my parents’ house, but I know they must be asleep by now and so this party won’t wake them.
We all go back to the house and smoke. Christina and I act like the fight never happened…. We love each other so much, and despite christina’s need to be alone—well, just she and I, that is—I am grateful that she makes an allowance to having all my friends pile in and get high with us.
After the pot is gone, all my friends leave and we have sex on that couch….