Once in a Blue Agave Moon: A Convergence of Many Things, Pt. III

As Elliott and Chianna walked into the room, Jed was pouring shots into six   glasses from a quart Mason jar.

All eyes turned to face Chianna, who came in first, quite magnificently nude and smiling broadly, towel slung over her left shoulder. She knew she looked good; having taken great efforts to maintain good nutrition and exercise regularly. She still shaved everything but her eyebrows and head, and spared no small amount of oils and emollients that kept her skin smooth, and soft, yet firm to the touch. She, along with several of her fellow “Sisters of the Moon” refined and blended the ingredients themselves, as well as natural hair care products that they universally agreed were superior to the previously available commercial products.

Aimée, Rebecca, and Leigh-Anne all looked much better than when they had arrived, owing to the benefits of hot running water and soaps; life on the road was obviously hard, and although they were in excellent physical condition and well-tanned, their faces showed the effects of stress, wind, and sun. Their hair resembled a sort of marginally maintained train wreck that had crashed into a haystack, compared to Chiana’s well-cared tresses.

Chianna did not need to gloat. In fact, the kindness and warmth that she extended  to everyone was made even more conspicuous by the sincere, but self-confident aura that she projected. She knew she looked good, in fact great, considering the fact that most of the rest of the world was more concerned with either starvation, or the likelihood of being eaten.

In fact, the Three Winds made her more aware of how fortunate she and Elliott were, which triggered compassion, rather than competition for these women.

Jed broke the conspicuous silence.

“Hey guys, just in time…I took the liberty of borrowing a knife, some glasses, a small saucer and some salt. You’ll recognize the product once you taste it…It’s some of your tequila that you traded with the guy who got you the copper sheet metal you needed. It has created a demand for more of it than you can imagine, especially since I took the liberty of having labels printed, once we dispensed it in the pint, and quart jars.”

Jed held the jar aloft to display the label, which read Blue Agave Moon.

It was quite impressive. Printed on unglazed oatmeal-colored paper, it showed the silhouette of a palm tree on the edge of the shoreline of the ocean at night, the reflection of the full moon arising from the water was captivating and curiously soothing, seeming to trigger memories of earlier, happier times.

“Y’know, Doc, I designed that label long before we knew it was your product, but I don’t think I would have changed a thing if I had.” If Rebel did not had the most alluring eyes, her seemingly deliberately slow drawl would have prompted most people to become impatient with her self-indulgence as she continued, while the words flowed like warm honey.

“But once Jed figured out it was you we were looking for, I just had to laugh, ‘cause even though none of us suspected it, we had to agree that you were always the wild card…you seemed to have a knack for coming out of nowhere with some crazy ideas that wouldn’t occur to most people…but I gotta admit that once I  thought about it a bit more, well it brought a few tears to my eyes…we’ve all missed you, Doc, and I sure hope this works out for all of us.”

“We have come to depend on each other in ways I never thought was possible, but I knew that you would be the one to complete the circle…and then I met Chianna…I gotta admit that you are one lucky son of a bitch, and I sure don’t want to get on her bad side, so I guess I will have to behave myself…but…”

As she spoke, a tear ran down her face as she extended her arms to Elliott, who reached out to hug her, just as Aimée grabbed his towel, giggling as she ran away with it.

Elliott started to back away, just as Rebel trapped his now rigid cock between her thighs, as she purred in a stage whisper “Now come on Doc, no need to get shy now…it may have been long time ago, but we’ve all seen that notorious pecker of yours before, so lighten up and give me a hug for old times sake.”

With that, she grabbed his ass with both hands and drew him toward her, playfully rubbing her gigantic breasts against him as she did.

All eyes turned to Chianna, who just smiled and shook her head, clearly amused, before she said “OK, look…fair is fair…if Elliott has to shed his towel, then so does Jed…unless anyone has any objections…right?”

As she spoke, she watched Aimée sneak up behind Jed, who winked at Chianna just as she snatched his towel as well.

“OK!OK!OK!” Jed was noticeably flushed, but he never took his eyes off Chianna, who was dying to see Jed’s cock, although it would have required breaking eye contact with him.

She only hesitated for a little less than the longest three seconds she could ever remember.

“Time for a toast…to our hosts, and to Blue Agave Moon!”

Jed held up the tray that contained the six shots, the limes, and salt.

“Doc, I think you’re gonna have a helluva time walking over there…Leigh-Anne, honey, once everybody else has got their glasses, would you be a darlin’ and bring the tray over here?”

Rebecca knew she was pushing the envelope and she could feel Elliott stiffen (in more ways than one) as she continued to rub his cock between her thighs very subtlety, but quite effectively and she was enjoying watching him squirm.

“Hey, look…I am staying absolutely neutral in this event until I know where we all stand…you’re going to have to figure those logistics out for yourself.” Leigh-Anne watched Chianna’s expression closely as she spoke.

In fact, all eyes were on Chianna, who deferentially made contact with Elliott. She then smiled as she closed her eyes, turned her head slightly to the side and rolled her tongue inside her mouth as she pushed it against the left side of her cheek as she then pulled her lips inward and smiled, moving her head very slightly from side to side, clearly amused.

She knew that in giving her blessing, she was granting herself free rein, even though she knew she always had Elliott’s encouragement.

With that, Elliott suddenly grasped Rebel’s ass and he hoisted her up past his waist as he slowly but firmly impaled her, before walking over to Jed to retrieve their drinks.

As she squirmed licentiously, a fly that was buzzing against the kitchen screen trying to get in was startled by the sound of a pin dropping somewhere inside the house.

Chianna then gently clinked her glass against first Rebecca’s, then Elliott’s glass before raising it as she turned to the group. “To new beginnings!”

“And happy endings!” quipped Aimée as Chianna entwined her arm around Jed’s to toss back the shot as he reciprocated the gesture.

It was proving to be a very interesting evening, and the sun was only just then beginning to set.

Namaste

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 13th, 2021  

Fish swim with the tides, in and out of the lagoon as it empties itself, receives from, and flows back into the sea.

*ALL REFERENCES TO ANY PERSONS CONFIRMED STILL LIVING IS PURELY CO-INCIDENTAL…AND THE DEAD ARE TOO BUSY LAUGHING AT US TO CARE

 

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