We finished our espressos and I patted Eddie on the back and said, “We should go.” I didn’t have anywhere to go or anything to do but I didn’t want to overstay our welcome. I could tell that Eddie didn’t want to go and I totally understood why, but I headed for the hallway to the foyer and Eddie reluctantly followed. Sylvia reached out and grabbed both of our crotches as we went by. She giggled when Eddie let out a groan.
On the drive home, Eddie raved non-stop about Sylvia. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t get an opportunity to say anything. In the close confines of the car I could smell the sex on him. When we got home, I suggested that he might want to shower. His face turned red again and without a word he disappeared up the stairs to the spare bedroom and moments later, I heard the shower come on. I had showered when I got up but I sniffed myself just to be sure.
When Eddie came downstairs, I had two plates of scrambled eggs, toast and sausage ready. He sat down at the bar and nearly inhaled his plate. He chuckled and said, “You’re going to make somebody a good wife someday.” It was a sexist remark for this day and age but we both laughed. Neither of us were particularly PC.
We fished off the Pontoon Boat until early afternoon and then I mentioned that he needed to get out there and find his own place. I liked Eddie. He’d been a great friend, but I didn’t want to live with him any longer than absolutely necessary. Eddie wasn’t much interested in doing anything other than what he was doing. He was disappointed when I started the motor and made our way back to my dock.
As Eddie readied to grab onto the piling as I eased to the dock, he spotted Divi and Priya in their bikinis stretched out in their lawn chairs enjoying the sun. I thought his eyes would bug right out of his head. He turned to me and said, “Fuck, Bro. You’ve lived here for ten years like a monk with this stuff all around you. Holy shit.”
I pointed at the piling as it came within Eddie’s reach and said, “You should see the woman on the other side. She’s a stripper in the city. She comes up with her boyfriend occasionally. Eddie wasn’t interested in the one in the bush, when he had two in the hand. He grabbed the piling and stared over at Divi, who had sat up in her chair smiling at us, and Priya, who seemed oblivious to our presence.
I shut off the motor and tied us up while Eddie continued staring back at Divi. As we headed across the yard to the stairs up to my deck, Eddie said, “Fuck. I’d be a constant walking hard-on if I lived here.” I chuckled at his comment but I didn’t reply. When I thought about it, I had just about been a walking hard-on for the past many weeks.