EJAX-472: Ch. 10

“Ah!” Dr. Hagstrom said, looking straight at Beechcroft. “The vulture finally comes flying out of the darkness to descend upon her helpless victim!”

The idea of any sound coming from the taciturn Dr. Hagstrom, who had been silent for so long, startled us all.

Beechcroft made no reply. She merely cocked her head further to one side as she focused one of her bird-like eyes upon her erstwhile accomplice.

“Yes, I am talking about you Millicent Beechcroft! You deceiver and betrayer! You are nothing more than a coward!”

Beechcroft stepped back a few paces away from Dr. Hagstrom, who was slowly coming closer with each step. I noticed a faint glimmer of fear in the woman’s eyes as she sought protection from one of the officers.

“That’s enough!” the judge said to Dr. Hagstrom. “Say what you have to say.”

With a look of infinite regret, Dr. Hagstrom turned to me.

“Ah, my dear Christiana! You think that I have deceived you, but I tell you that it is not true! Do you hear that Michelle and you girls? I tell you it is not true! Your work is not destroyed. It is still safe and sound. Safe and sound!”

I stared at her in disbelief. “But you just admitted…”

“No, Christiana, no. Did you hear me say anything?”

It is true she had refused to answer all our inquiries. And even though all of us misconstrued her silence as an admission of guilt, we did not stop to think that it might have also been a ploy to outwit a fiend into confessing a far greater evil.

“Then…then are you saying that my research is all intact?”

“Yes, dear one! Anna has kept it all safe for you. I do this because I love you so much!”

I stood there for a moment contemplating her words. Just minutes before I had believed that all my work had perished in flames and deception. It was almost too much to hope for.

“This is wonderful news!” Stephan exclaimed.

“I can hardly believe it,” I said, feeling giddy. “But why didn’t you say anything?”

Before she could answer, Beechcroft moved between us, her face livid with anger.

“You told me you destroyed everything! And I was foolish enough to believe you! How could you do this to me?”

Dr. Hagstrom laughed in her face. “I did nothing to you, you stupid woman. Nothing but prevent you from hurting an innocent person!”

“I will tear out your eyes!” screamed Beechcroft, extending a bony hand.

Dr. Hagstrom moved to counter her antagonist but the two officers interceded, forcing the two belligerent women to stand at opposite sides of the room.

“Dr. Hagstrom,” the judge said. “Would you care to enlighten us to what the hell is going on here?”

“Of course, your honor. Of course.”

She turned to me.

“Christiana, I will not lie to you. I was involved with this woman’s plans to defame you and steal your great work. In the beginning I was jealous of you because you accomplished something that I could never do. Something “she” could never do! But when I came to know you better, I grew to like you. Yes! I Anna Hagstrom grew to like you. And I do not like too many people!”

As she said this she gave Beechcroft a harsh look.

“She wanted to ruin you so that you would be forced to befriend me, and in this way she hoped you would divulge the missing genetic codes necessary to replicate the drug. But, when the judge dismissed the case, she had to ditch that whole plan. She was afraid that you would get too chummy with me and then she would be left out of the equation. So you see, she betrayed you and she betrayed me.”

All eyes slowly turned on Beechcroft, who had now moved into the shadows of the late day sun. She looked like a wounded bird fluttering about, chased away by a far stronger opponent who would not allow her to savor her kill.

“You are a fool Anna,” she said with a rasping voice. “A greater fool than you know. You will pay dearly for your treachery I promise you.”

“I do not think it is I who will pay when I tell them what you did.”

Beechcroft’s body seemed to fold in on itself as she slithered backwards into the shadows.

“Ah, yes!” Dr. Hagstrom exclaimed. “Go hide in the dark. Better for us not to see your lying face!”

The woman in black retreated further still, her eyes never leaving her adversary.

Dr. Hagstrom turned to me. “What I tell you now is the truth. And I am ashamed because for a little while I was part of it. But she is the one responsible for burning down your Clinic. Yes, Christiana, it is true. She is the one who did it!”

This accusation, as incredible sounding as it was, did not shock me as it otherwise might have if I had not already experienced a chain of similarly horrible events during the past several days. Yet it was a most distressing feeling for me to believe that Beechcroft could hate me so profoundly—she, who had never really known the object of her hatred other than what she might have learned about me though secondary sources—that the only way she could appease her wrath was through violent means. But this was indeed the case with her. Over a great span of years the jealousy and rage she felt toward me had grown to such a degree that it demanded physical expression, and her madness had finally found a way to accomplish it.

“Is this true?” I asked her.

She vacillated for a moment as though trying to gauge my emotional state, as if even at this late stage of the game she might yet be able to manipulate me in order to suit her own selfish purposes.

“You and I can still be friends doctor…Christiana,” she said haltingly. “You don’t need these others. All you need is me. I am a great doctor just like you. The only difference is that the world never recognized my greatness. But now, through you, they will. Together you and I will become immortal!”

Bonnie guffawed. “Look lady,” she said to Beechcroft. “You’re not strung too tightly here okay? Just answer my sister’s question.”

Beechcroft, paying Bonnie no heed, continued as if she had not been interrupted.

“You don’t know what it’s like. Never having suffered defeat yourself, how could you? I made discoveries too; some of them quite wonderful; maybe even more wonderful than your precious drug. But my colleagues at Harvard, they downplayed my ideas. They told me that my tenets were unworkable. And the more I struggled to raise my voice, the more they shouted me down. Even after all these years, I can still hear their laughter. But now I have a chance to pay them back for their insolence and lack of vision. I have you! You and I will show them what true greatness is. Together, we will throw their arrogance right back in their faces! And it will be Swensen and Beechcroft who will be the ones to laugh!”

She ended this diatribe with a long cackle as she replaced her black hat on top of her head. The rest of us just stood there dumbfounded, waiting for the effect of her crazed words to dissipate. There was no doubt any longer about the woman’s sanity. She had been corrupted by hatred, and all I was now seeing were the burnt remains of an intellect that had long ago been consumed in the fires of unfulfilled ambition.

“It was you, wasn’t it? I asked her again, feeling both pity and contempt for the pathetic woman.

She cocked her head to one side and gave me a disconcerted look.

“I didn’t want to do it, but you gave me no other choice,” she said as if admonishing me. “You know that miserable piece of excrement? That little man you call Luis? Well, I paid his cousin Antonio to do it. ‘Burn it down,’ I told him. ‘She won’t need it anymore. She’s coming with me to America!’ And he did a very good job of it too. Don’t you think?”

Without a word Bonnie lunged at Beechcroft, forcing both her hands around the terrified woman’s throat. And she would have succeeded in strangling her had not the two officers intervened. It only took a few seconds for the powerful cop to pull Bonnie away from the woman, but as he did so, she thrust her foot into Beechcroft’s stomach and she fell back into the chairs, clutching her throat.

At that moment we heard and felt a loud bang, as though something heavy had impacted with the outer wall. In a matter of seconds, several policemen came running through the door to the courtroom.

“Get out! Get out now!” one of the cops said. “They’ve broken through the cordon! We can’t hold them any longer! Everybody get out!”

It was a mad dash for the service door as we fought one another like crazed animals in a stampeding herd. I could hear the sounds of the tumult occurring just outside the door, threatening to spill into the courtroom at any second. We had miscalculated. We had stayed too long thanks to one frightened woman who now watched our exit with eyes full of confusion and horror.

Some of the officers ordered the dazed Beechcroft to accompany us, but she looked uncertain of what to do. By the time she got to her feet those same officers were now employed in preventing the crowd from penetrating the area we now found ourselves in. It was a losing battle for the police. As the bulk of our party scrambled out the service door, several men broke through the line looking for someone, anyone, to take out their frustration upon.

“There she is!” one of them said, pointing at me.

We were still waiting for several people in front of us to get through the exit. I grabbed onto Stephan.

“Get behind me!” he said, shielding me with his body.

Acting swiftly, two cops brought both men down with their nightsticks before they ever got close to us. But two more men suddenly caught sight of the woman in black, now cowering in the shadows, and dashed toward her.

“Christiana!” she screamed. “Help me!”

Beechcroft looked like a terrified animal caught in a trap. And, as she did on that day when she had been chased down in the Clinic, she lost her senses and dashed up the small flight of stairs leading up to a tiny balcony overlooking the courtroom. On either side of the balcony were two tall windows that opened up onto the parking lot below. One of the windows was open. In her frenzy, she crouched down and stepped out onto the ledge.

“Oh my God Stephan!” I said looking up at tiny figure in the window. “She’s going to jump!”

Responding to her plea for help, I started to move toward her.

“No, doctor,” Barney said suddenly coming up from behind us. “I’ll go and get her. You two get the hell out of here!”

But it was too late. The crowd had now broken through and Barney had to run for his life. Bravely pushing Stefan and I ahead of him, he effectively fought off three attackers with one hand while he used the other to push me through the door. In that split second I looked up and saw the backs of two men kneeling by the window and then I heard a woman scream. The cowardly bird had fallen from her perch.

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Christiana’s journal entry dated August 1, Capri, Italy:

“This is the first chance I have had since leaving Stockholm to enter into this journal all the events dating from the conclusion of the hearing up to, and including, my departure to Bonnie and Philip’s villa located on the western shores of the island of Capri—their vacation home for the past nine years. For the past two weeks I have been enjoying myself here in this wondrous land, far away from the persistent press and the autograph hounds. It is an idyllic land, filled with ancient architectural wonders from a more civilized time, all ensconced in a landscape of timeless beauty.”

“The villa was built along the lines of the classical Roman style, replete with a shaded portico, sunlit atrium, an arboretum, and even a large black and white tiled dining room, which Phillip joking refers to as the vomitorium. Despite the nod to antiquity, the villa contains every modern convenience. ”

“The weather here has been consistently sunny and temperate, and has afforded me the opportunity to spend much time by the ocean—where I am writing this now—finding it conducive to sit for hours by myself ruminating upon the motley patchwork of experiences that have formed the tapestry of my life. ”

“Bonnie has been a constant source of love and support to me. From helping me with my halting Italian, to introducing me to the local cuisine, she has kept me from sinking too far into those insidious philosophical doldrums that I am wont to do when left to my own devices. Her vibrant nature, and warm and sunny disposition, is very much like the land itself; a perfect blend of tranquility and harmony wherein she and Philip have found their spirits refreshed and their love made whole again in the light of the healing Mediterranean sun.”

“Now I should like to attempt to recapitulate the myriad events following the hearing.”

“After all of us had made our hurried exit safely out of the courthouse, we were whisked away in a flotilla of paddy wagons and squad cars that took us far away from the mayhem. Rebecca, Michelle, Sheila, Jennifer, Dr. Hagstrom, and I were driven to the University, where we immediately began work on replicating the drug. Working through the night, we finally produced an oral medication that was delivered into the hands of Judge Carlsdotter himself and distributed to all the men who were suffering from the side effects of EJAX-472. The new medication would remedy their symptoms with only one dose, and then, within a day or so, their bodies would return to normalcy. The subjects of my experiment however would continue to take the drug once a day, as a normal part of their EJAX-472 regimen. ”

“Two days after the dose had been administered, Dr. Hagstrom had the doors of the University hospital thrown open to admit the judge and all those who had been suffering from involuntary ejaculation. After all the tests were concluded, it was found that all the men had indeed returned to normal. All my test subjects, too, were tested after a one-week interval and each man was seen to be doing splendidly, with no side effects or complications whatsoever. With the help of Judge Carlsdotter, my patent was subsequently approved by the Pharmaceutical Association of Sweden and is now pending distribution through a company in England. The drug will soon be available throughout the entire world in the form of an oral medication to treat male reproductive disorders.”

“The media frenzy that resulted in the wake of the hearing was finally quelled with all the politicians and law enforcement officers—Judge Carlsdotter, the Mayor, Lt. Endland, Sgt. Richter, Mr. Gustafson, and many others—being let off the hook by the President himself, who upon hearing the whole remarkable story of the drug, felt it would not be in the city’s best interests to incarcerate men who had otherwise shown exemplary behavior with respect to their roles as public servants. Philip, too, was exonerated of all wrongdoing after Stephan had shown that his willingness to assist the police had resulted in the prosecution and conviction of Luis Ramon Hernandez, who was apprehended not long after the hearing in Miami, Florida by Interpol agents. In due time, everything returned to normal, and the city’s social and political life went on as usual. ”

“Once the general public discovered that I had effected a cure for the problematical drug, and that the claims for its efficacy were substantiated by the leading doctors and scientists of the medical community, I was hailed a hero. Offers soon poured in from all around the world for me to speak on behalf of this new and acclaimed “wonder drug,” but being uncomfortable in the spotlight, I refused them all. Rebecca, however, has decided to act as spokesperson for EJAX-472, and has done an admirable job of it, speaking in various cities across the globe and appearing on a slew of talk shows. I was delighted the other day to find a picture of her in a medical magazine promoting the drug; wearing a radiant smile and surrounded by a bevy of handsome men.”

“Plans for the construction of the new Clinic, I’m happy to say, are currently underway. The building will be part of a new corporate center located in the heart of the city’s medical district. With the financing and support of many philanthropists, the new structure will have the distinction of being one of the most advanced medical facilities in the world. My brother-in-law Philip contributed over five million dollars of his own money to help fund the project, in deference to Bonnie’s wishes. In the meantime, Dr. Hagstrom has allowed me to conduct any further research at Stockholm University with complete autonomy—made possible by my now elevated status as a modern medical genius.”

“I have been in touch with all my friends and colleagues over the course of the past few weeks via phone or e-mail. I was thrilled to learn recently that Cheryl and Craig have fallen in love, and have set a date next year for their wedding. With my help, Cheryl, Maria, and Lynette have found suitable employment at various other health institutions, and have expressed their desire to return to work for me once the Clinic is in operation. In my estimation, they have proven to be the most loyal of friends and I miss them dearly.”

“As for my colleagues, Michelle, Sheila, Jennifer, and Dr. Hagstrom have shown me nothing but affection and dedication during the whole of the EJAX-472 crisis. Without their help I would not have been able to complete my research. And to them I owe a debt of gratitude. To Dr. Hagstrom, especially, I am indebted. She could have easily ended my career if she had carried out her original plan. Thankfully, she came to her senses at the last moment. I have nothing but the deepest sense of affection toward her and she, in return, has shown me nothing but kindness and love.”

“But of all these people, Rebecca will always be my most trusted friend and confidant. Her loyalty to me cannot be measured in words, nor can her devotion to her work be easily estimated. For eight years she has been my friend, partner, confessor, and strong right arm, and without her my journey into the unknown territories of genetic science might never have taken place. Of all the people in my life, I hold her in the highest esteem.”

“I would like to conclude this entry with an update on the current progress of my test subjects, most of with whom I now share a deepening friendship.”

“John Cardelli and his wife Ann will be moving to the United States in a few months, he having accepted a professorship at Columbia University. Through the intervention of Ms. Stedman, he has been vindicated of all criminal charges and his teaching license has been reinstated. But because of the bad feelings that continue to exist between him and his former pupils and their parents, and the memories associated with the ‘incident,’ he and Ann have decided to leave it all behind and start anew in America. He told me that both Bridget Veerhoft and Helga Nelson have been expelled from St. Bridget’s, but that the other girls, having since expressed regret for their actions, were reinstated upon the condition that they maintain a superior academic standing. As for Abby Rylander, she was recently accepted into our own Stockholm University, where she will major in speech pathology.”

“Jeffrey and Priscilla Ames sent me an e-mail yesterday to inform me that they are both fine and are looking forward to seeing me when I return to Stockholm in the fall. Stuart Borg and his fiancé Denise are all set to tie the knot in October and I am invited to the wedding. They are anxious to have a baby, Denise told me. Adam Hildebrand has found a job with a modeling agency and is currently working on a car commercial. He told me that he no longer fears encounters with women who have become familiar to him, thanks to my help. This will, no doubt, prove invaluable to him, and to his future wife, whoever she may be.”

“Luis Ramon Hernandez, as I mentioned earlier, was apprehended in Miami, Florida and is now serving a five-year prison sentence for his role in the burning down of the Clinic, attempted armed robbery, and drug theft. Lt. Endland informed me recently that one of the prison’s biggest and ugliest inmates has taken a fancy to the little Hispanic man. I have little sympathy for him. ”

She picked up another beer and said, “This is my last drink of the night. I don’t want to get completely wasted like I did last year.” The smile she gave indicated, to me at least, that she this would be the only the first last drink she would have.

By the fifth song she had taken off taken off her dress, her nylons and her garter belt and was she was drinking her second last beer of the evening. She was now clad only in her bra and panties that had a floral design on light white cotton. Better than the bra in terms of sexiness, but still nothing really daring. Being consistent, she had resisted taking off each item until she was “talked into it” by anonymous voices from the drunken crowd, and the command of ‘Take it off!’ seemed good enough to “talk her into it,” In short, she didn’t really need encouragement so much as acceptance for her behavior. If they had stopped giving her their approval by way of catcalls and comments I’m sure she would have stopped dancing, but as long as they were enjoying her, she was willing to continue. She was feeding their hunger and they were feeding hers. It was too bad that I wasn’t going to sign up for any Psychology classes this semester. This would have made for a very interesting topic for a paper.

It surprised that the women were just as vocal in their encouragement as were their male counterparts. I assumed that some were probably jealous and wanted to be up their themselves, some just wanted to watch her make a fool of herself, some wanted to impress their boyfriends with their acceptance of gratuitous nudity, some probably wanted to get laid, some were probably lesbians, but most of them were probably too drunk to really care one way or another. Why NOT encourage her?

“Do you think she’s going to take it all off?” Without stopping to think I answered, “I hope so” and then realized that the voice I was hearing was female. I turned and looked into the eyes of a fairly plump looking girl. She was far from beautiful but attractive enough that I wondered why she had chosen to speak to me. “Sorry,” I said, “but I answered before I knew it was you.”

“How could you know it was me? We’ve never met.”

“Well, I meant that I thought that you were my friend,” I lied. “He was here a few minutes ago.”

“A friend is only a stranger you get to know,” she replied.

“He wasn’t really a friend. He’s just somebody I met earlier. I don’t really have any friends here.”

“I’d make a good friend. Want to be friends?” I wasn’t used to forward women and it took me off guard. I was beginning to realize that college life was going to be a whole lot different that High School and I’d better get used to it.

“Sure, “I said. “My name is Thomas.” Like an idiot I held out my hand for her to shake.

“Hi, Tommy. My name’s Eloise, but you can call me Ellie.” She paid no attention to my raised hand as she reached up and kissed me on the cheek. It took me by surprise and I didn’t know exactly how to respond. “Nice to meet you, Ellie,” I said before turning my attention once again to the table where Carol was dancing. She had unclasped the bra and was holding the cups tight to her chest with her hands.

“So, do you WANT her to take it all off?” she asked again paraphrasing her earlier question. I was hoping that she would say something that would get the conversation going again but it wasn’t exactly the something I was hoping for. How do you answer a question like that to a girl who you have met less than a minute ago?

“I suppose. Everybody else seems to want her to do it.”

“Everybody else is drunk. Are you?”

“I suppose. I don’t feel drunk but I’ve had a lot beer.”

“In that case you definitely need another one. And since you’re getting yourself one would you mind getting me one too?”

As I walked toward the keg holding the two empty cups in my hands I began to wonder if Ellie was just trying to be friendly or if she was trying to pick me up. She wasn’t as attractive as most of the other girls at the party so perhaps she was just feeling alone like I was, but she seemed outgoing and open minded and if the opportunity presented itself to kiss her or maybe feel her up or something I certainly wouldn’t mind. She wasn’t really ugly, and except for a little extra weight she seemed to have a fairly decent body. I decided to risk peppering my conversation with a few suggestive words or comments, maybe a double-entendre or two if I could think of them quick enough to logically fit them in to the conversation, and watch her reaction. Hopefully she wouldn’t be embarrassed and it would fit in perfectly given the racy mood that was being exhibited by everyone else.

“Thank you, Tommy,” she said as she took one of the beers out my hand and took a huge gulp. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but she just dispensed with her bra”

I foolishly stood there, staring at the bare breasts bouncing on stage, again not knowing what to say. I waited a few minutes for her to break the ice again, and when she didn’t I searched for something to say. “Well, I see she still hasn’t taken off her bottoms yet.”

“No, she hasn’t, but I guarantee you she will. If she hasn’t shown us her pussy by the time I finish this drink I’ll make sure she does.”

I almost dropped my beer. We were standing against the wall just a few feet away from a big group of people but she had said it without dropping her tone of voice and I looked around nervously to see if any one had heard. I was embarrassed for her and by association embarrassed for myself. “My God!” I said, “Keep your voice down. What do you think people would think if they heard you?”

“I would imagine they would think they were going to see her pussy pretty soon. What the hell’s bothering you?”

“Nothing’s bothering me. It’s just embarrassing to hear you say something like that, Girls aren’t supposed to say things like that.”

“Say things like what?”

“Like what you just said.”

“What did I just say?”

“You said that…. Oh, never mind.” “She was smiling and I knew that she knew that I knew damn good and well that she was making fun of me. If I told her the word that I found offensive I would be on her level and if I didn’t repeat it she would continue to pretend not to understand what was bothering me. At least now I didn’t have to take the conversation to the next level. The next level had been left far behind and I was now in uncharted waters.

“I suppose you object to my use of the word pussy. Is that what bothered you?”

“Yes,” I hissed, “and keep your voice down. People can hear you.”

“She can get applause for showing it off and I get criticized for mentioning it? Something ain’t right here.”

“She’s not showing it off,” I said in defense of the girl who I was secretly hoping WOULD show it off. Hypocrisy wasn’t one of my strong suits but it would do until I could think of something better to say.

Ellie stood next to me and whispered in my ear “Should I have called it her cunt?”

I had never met a girl like Ellie before and I knew that I was blushing. Most boys didn’t talk like this; much less girls, and I had a suspicion that Ellie was using these words as a defense mechanism. She must have known that she was probably the least attractive girl in any crowd, and she was using the power of her words to at least leave an impression. Bad impressions are never as good as good impressions but they’re better than leaving no impression at all. I was beginning to feel sorry for her.

On the table Carol was drinking yet another last beer and was getting a little more suggestive with each one. She was playing with the sides of her panties and pulling them up on the sides so the audience could see more skin. The most daring thing she had done was to pull the elastic around her away from her body in front and dance around staring down into a good six-inch separation between the material and her bare skin. She was way above them on the table so only she could see down into her panties, but it certainly got her a lot of hoots and hollers.

We watched patiently for another three songs until Ellie suddenly said, “This is getting tedious.” She handed me her almost empty cup of beer and asked me to hold it for her saying that she would be back in just a second. She politely pushed a few people out of her way as she walked around the side of the room and approached the table where Carol was dancing from behind.

Carol was doing her best to imitate a bump and grind routine, her thumbs hooked under the elastic of her panties to make it look even more tantalizing than it was, when Ellie suddenly reached up and pulled the panties all the way down. A roar erupted from the crowd and Carol tried covering herself as best she could with one hand. I was expecting her to bend over and pull the panties back up but she didn’t. People surrounded the table on all sides and she probably realized there was no ladylike to bend over and pull them up, so like a true trooper she took off her bra, kicked the panties into the crowd and continued dancing as if this had been planned all along.

“I told you she’d show it off eventually,” Ellie said as she approached me. She had made her way across the room greeted by people saying ‘Congratulations’ and ‘Thank You’ and she was basking in the glory of the moment. There was a big smile on her face and she was definitely proud of what she had done, “Notice I said ‘it’ this time and not ‘pussy.’ Is that better?”

She took her cup back and downed the remainder in one gulp. She grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s go get so more beer before they run out. Don’t worry you can watch her strut her stuff from there.”

While we were filling the glasses I heard Carol announce that she was finished dancing. Some of the people tried to convince her to continue but she pointed out that since she was already completely naked there wasn’t much more that she could do to tease them and besides, she giggled, it was almost midnight. She wanted to have a few beers and mingle with her fans.

I watched Carol as she dressed and got off the table. Nick helped her down and since Ellie and I were still in the general vicinity of the keg they headed our way. They stopped a few times long enough for her to receive the nice remarks and comments on her performance that some were giving her. I was expecting someone to ask for her autograph but no one did.

“Shouldn’t we get out of here,” I asked Ellie. “They’re coming this way.”

“Why should we leave?” was all she said. I was flabbergasted when they approached the keg and Carol said, “The least you could have done was to give me some kind of warning. I thought I was being attacked by someone.”

“It was getting boring,” Ellie said in return. “When you strip you have to go slow, but slow and SLOW are two things. You didn’t show anything for the first half hour and after you finally took off your bra and showed them your tits it seemed like another twenty minutes before you gave them even a quick glimpse of your ass much less your pussy. We got’ta go back to the drawing board, girl,”

“It wasn’t that bad, was it?” Carol asked.

“You actually know each other?” I asked.

It was Ellie that answered. “We’re in the same Sorority.”

“And we share an apartment, too,” Carol added.

I tried to think of something to say but I found myself speechless. I tried to remembe everything I had said to Ellie during the evening but my mind, suddenly dulled by the last beer, wasn’t really working right. I found a chair nearby and sat in it.. I spread my legs apart, placed my elbows on my knees, closed my eyes, lowered my head so it was supported by my hands and tried to decide whether to cry or to laugh. To use the word surreal would be an understatement.

“Want to take me out to breakfast?” Ellie asked.

“You’re kidding. Right?”

“No. But if that’s a stretch, how about I take YOU out to breakfast.”

“You’re kidding. Right?’

I raised my head and with bleary-beer eyes looked deep into hers. I don’t know it was the alcohol, or the lateness of evening or the events of the evening or a sudden epiphany, but I suddenly realized that if I played my cards right I could lose my innocence..

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There was a Denny’s Restaurant within walking distance from the Frat House, but by the time we got there she had suggested that we skip the ‘appetizers’ and go instead to her apartment where we could have the main course. I forgot about playing my cards right and began concentrating on how not to embarrass myself. Should I be forthright and tell her up front that I had never been intimate with a girl before or should I segue into the confession by casually mentioning that until she had pulled Carol’spanties down I had never seen a girl completely naked before? I had seen pictures, or course, so I was somewhat familiar with the geography of a woman’s body, but I was woefully ignoring about where to put the what.. I knew that to get to a point a series of preliminary actions needed to be taken and I was also clueless as to how to begin.

Her apartment turned out to be a really nice three-bedroom apartment that she shared with Carol and one of her. The building itself comtained a large pool and Jacuzzi as well as a fully equipped Spa and Recreation Room. I was duly impressed..

When she opened the door she flicked on the lights and I followed her in. The apartment consisted of a large living with a sofa, a television and stereo combination, a wall rack with zillions of record albums and an exercise bike that I doubted was hers. On one side of the room, opposite the couch, was a closed door that obviously led to the bedrooms.. A nice kitchen with attached dining area was to the back of the apartment as we entered. A large sliding glass door ran the length of the dining area and I could vaguely see chairs in the darkness on the patio beyond..

“Have a seat while I go and slip into something more comfortable,” she said with a seductive smile.

I swallowed hard and tried to act as if that was something I had heard a million times before. I heard myself saying, “Don’t be too long or I’ll be lonely,” as she opened the door and disappeared down the hall. Strike one, I thought. I couldn’t think of anything I could have said that would have sounded dumber. I selected a chair to sit in and nervously await her grand entrance wearing her “comfortable” clothes.

I didn’t have to wait long. She walked into the room dressed in a white men’s undershirt that was many sizes to large for her 5′5″ frame. It was long enough to cover her properly, but being an undershirt it certainly didn’t cling tightly at the bottom. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing panties, but she certainly wasn’t wearing a bra. The outline of her pendulous breasts was pushing against the cotton fabric and I could see their pinkness of her nipples contrasting with the pale whiteness of her skin. I knew that we would be on the couch soon, and I knew that it would be hard for her to cover what was or wasn’t hidden under the T-shirt.

“I see I’m the only one that got comfortable,” she said with what I took as disappointed inflection in her voice. She seemed a little nervous. “You can take off your shoes at least.”

I wondered if she was as nervous as I was. After seeing her pulling off Carol’s pants and hearing her speak those obscenities at the party I was fairly well convinced she wasn’t as innocent as me, but I still had my doubts as to how far she would be willing to go. Innocence and inexperience leads to confusion and indecisiveness and I was certainly confused and indecisive.

I sat on the couch and took off my shoes and socks. Seeing as she was already halfway naked I considered raising the ante a little by taking off my shirt as well, but I couldn’t. As strange as it sounds to say, but I still had respect for her and I didn’t want to offend her in any way that would jeopardize what might happen.

“I’m losing my buzz,” she said a few moments after I had dropped the last sock on the floor.. “I’ve got cold beer in the fridge. Want one?”

“That would be nice,” I said as I stood up. I followed her into the kitchen watching the sway of her buttocks as they swayed back and forth. When she reached the refrigerator she opened the door and quickly bent over to retrieve two bottles beer and as she did my earlier question was answered. The T-shirt lifted up to expose her ass in all its glory. She must have known I would see it but she didn’t say a word or give any indication that anything was amiss.

“Would you like to dance, or would you rather sit on the couch and talk or something?” she asked as we opened our beer and drank.

“I don’t care. Either one sounds good to me.” At this point of the evening I was satisfied to let her do the choosing. I didn’t want to mess things up by choosing the wrong one.

I could see her debating for a few seconds and then she said, “Let’s sit on the couch and talk. I’ll put some records on and if we hear something we like we can dance.”

With her free hand she grabbed mine and led me over to the record rack. I knelt down and began flipping through the album on the lower part of the rack while she continued standing and searching through the middle section. “What kind of music do you like? Jazz? Folk? Western? Rock-n-roll?

“Jazz is great to listen to,” I said, “but for dancing maybe some old standards”

“I’ve got just the thing,” she said as she reached up to the highest portion of the rack and selected a fairly recent Perry Como album. I was still kneeling down as she did and the T-Shirt raised itself up over her exposed stomach and my eyes came into close proximity and with the wet hair between her legs. She stood there for a moment longer than was necessary before she handed me the album. She lowered her arm and the sight disappeared from view. I looked up at her eyes and saw that she was looking directly into my eyes.

“Do you like this?” she said with an enigmatic smile.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, uh, look at you like that.”

“Looking at me? Like how?” The smile was even broader than before. I knew that she was playing with me again like she had done at the frat house, and suddenly I felt released. She wanted me to tell her that I had seen her naked body.. She had wanted me to see. I could continue being the me that I was – quiet, safe, and shy – and get nowhere, or I could speak up – be more open in my desires, more daring and forward – and if I lost, I lost. But if I lost it certainly wouldn’t be by default.

“I was looking at you like this,” I said as I reached out and lifted her T-shirt up above her waist. She made no move to push my hands away. She just stood there and watched as I feasted my eyes on her nakedness.

“You seemed to like Carol’s. I rather thought you might like looking at mine too.”

My hands were on her waist and my eyes were fixed firmly between her legs. My heart was pumping furiously. My penis was rock hard and I wanted so very much to pull it free and stroke it. My mind was filled with obscene images of her laying back on the sofa with her legs spread wide inviting me to fuck her.

“Oh God,” I whimpered, “It’s so beautiful.”

“You can feel it too, if you want,” she said as she took one of my hands and placed it on the furry tangle of pubic hair that covered the entrance to her body. I started running my hand over the soft patch, petting it, feeling the texture, wrapping my fingers around the curls and twisting them around the end of my fingers. Slowly she knelt down beside me pushed lips against mine. Her tongue forced its way deep into my mouth. I kissed her back violently and as she spread her legs apart I placed my palm on her open pussy and began applying pressure as I caressed the two cheeks of her ass and the valley between them.

Her hands felt for my belt and once it was open she hungrily reached for my zipper and pulled it down. Our lips were still assaulting each other and the passion of her kisses far exceeded the chaste kisses I had been accustomed to from previous girls. I felt her hand pulling at my cock, caressing it, squeezing it, doing to it what I was doing to her pussy. We were both horny and we were both doing everything we could think of to satisfy the sexual itch that was within us that needed scratching.

“The bed,” she whimpered as she pulled the T-shirt over her head. “The bed’s much so much more comfortable.”

I pulled my pants off and tossed them on top of her T-shirt. She took my hand and led me to her room. It was completely dark as she shut the door, but as she led me blindly to the bed I heard the flicking of a switch and the room was suffused in a blue light. It gave the room a surreal look, bright enough to see clearly, yet dark enough to make everything more sensuous, with shadows blurring any harsh blemishes or imperfections on our bodies. It made everything looked airbrushed, perfect, and the droplets of sweat that had begun to form on our bodies from the heat of our passion glistened and shined in its soft illumination.

She was sitting cross-legged on the bed and I was on my back with my head on a pillow. Her hands were stroking my Cock and her eyes were fastened on it. “It’s so fucking hard,” she said, licking her lips, “and I’m so fucking horny.”

There was a moment of silence while we each played with each other’s body, her hands on my cock and my hands rubbin and kneading her breasts and flicking my fingers over her extended nipples. “Were you surprised that I wasn’t wearing panties?” she asked unexpectedly. I wanted passion, not conversation, but as long as it revolved around sex I had no real objection. As long as the verbal foreplay led to a more heightened sexuality I was all for it. I was still concerned that my performance might not be everything she hoped it would be, but at this point I figured that at least I’d get laid. I doubted that any woman who says she’s “fucking horny” would not object if a stiff cock invaded her body.

“I thought you were, but I wasn’t sure until you bent over and got the beers.”

“Mmmm” she said as she licked her lips, “you saw that, huh?. I thought maybe you’d missed it. How come you didn’t say anything at the time?”

“I didn’t know for sure that you were doing it on purpose.”

She smiled at me through the dim blue light and then leaned forward and took me into her mouth. As she began to greedily suck on my cock my mind went into overdrive. In my wildest dreams I wouldn’t have believed that this would be happening, and yet it was. My cock was in her mouth and she was sucking on it. I felt her hands playing with my balls, tenderly rolling them around in her palm, not squeezing (thank God!) but simply feeling them, getting their texture, feeling their weight..

She pulled her mouth away and said, “Don’t cum yet. I want this to last. And when you do cum I want you deep in my pussy. I want to feel the warmth and wetness of it and I want to see the look on your eyes as is squirts from your body into mine. I want to be fucked like I’ve never been fucked before. I’m so Goddamn horny I can’t stand it.”

Her body arched and she fell backwards. Our sex organs were still close together but our heads were at different ends of the mattress. “Fuck Me Fuck Me Fuck Me” she kept chanting over again and again and again. “Give me your cock! Stick it in my pussy! Fuck me NOW”"

Her legs were spread and in the pale blue light I saw the open gash between her legs. Her knees were drawn up and I could distinguish where her gash ended and her hole began. Her fingers were pulling the her lips apart and one was deep inside her. While she was waiting for me to stick myself inside her she was manually stimulating herself “Oh God, Fuck me! Love Me! Fuck Me! Oh Fuck!”

I tried. I honestly did. I got up and positioned myself over her, held my cock in my hand so I could center it in on the target and suddenly, before it had been reached, I felt myself letting go and spewing myself all over her naked and waiting body.

The next morning was a completely different story. Amazingly, what with all the beer we had consumed the night before, we both woke up without a hangover. I woke up before she did, and at first I couldn’t remember where I was, but then I saw her lying next to me. Slowly, so as not to wake her, I slid the sheet down and looked at her naked body. Dried come was flaked on her belly and on the soft curly hair between her legs. Her eyes were closed and, lost in what ever dreams she may be having, she was softly snoring.

She was not beautiful. She reminded me a little of the cartoon character Petunia Pig. She was perhaps thirty pounds overweight but it was equally distributed between her various parts. She had thick legs, thick arms and a paunch in her belly. Her face was puffy and her nose was flatter and wider that normal. For the moment, anyway, her breath reeked of stale beer and the cigarette smoke that had enveloped us the night before. The room was a relatively neat and tidy, but there was precious little of any personality to it. There were only a few knick-knacks on the otherwise bare dresser and there was nothing hanging on the walls. Beside the bed and the dresser there was only a chair. It was as if she was afraid to give the room any character.

Had I enjoyed the night before? Oh yes! I suppose you could say I was still a virgin, but I had seen her naked, I had ejaculated on her body, and experienced my first blow job. Three out of four wasn’t bad. Up until last night the only woman I had ever seen completely naked had been my mother, and I really didn’t count her.

I desperately needed to piss so I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. When I returned to the bedroom Ellie was awake.

“Good morning,” I said. For the first time in my life I was standing naked in front of a girl. Even though I wasn’t embarrassed I crossed the room quickly and once back in the bed I pulled the sheet up over me.

“Good morning to you too,” she said as she planted her puffy lips on mine. Her beer breath wasn’t the most romantic thing I had ever experienced but I had to cut her some slack since I assumed that mine was just as bad.

“I hate to ask you this, but do you have some mouth wash. My mouth taste like shit and I’d hate to kiss you like that.”

“Follow me,” she said, and she led me back down the hall to the bathroom.. She opened the door to the medicine cabinet and handed me a large bottle of Lavoris. After gargling I handed it to her hoping she would take the hint. She did.

“What would you like for breakfast?” she asked. “Are eggs and bacon OK?”

“Eggs and bacon sound fine, particularly the bacon, but I was thinking that maybe we could go back to bed.” I smiled at her and let my eyes travel down her naked body. “Maybe we could finish what we started last night.”

“A good fuck is always better than breakfast,” she said, “but why don’t we start off in the shower. Dried cum isn’t really romantic and I want to be my best for you.”

I watched as she turned on the shower. Her butt was full and round and meaty.. It had a series of wrinkles on it caused by excess weight and a huge red zit ob her lower left buttock, but it was still exciting to me. If I had to rate all the women who I had seen naked she would definitely lead the list..

When the water was warm enough she stepped in and motioned me to follow. As the water began to flow over me I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. Our lips met and our tongues resumed their duel from the night before. My erect cock was pressed between us as we stood in the there, kissing, our hands planted firmly on each other butts.

When we finally broke free from our kiss she took a washcloth and began soaping it up. “Don’t worry,” she said with an excited look on her face, “I’ll make sure that you go second.” She knelt down in the shower and took my rock hard cock in her hands and began rubbing the washcloth over it. The water was hitting her hair as she knelt there, her lips only inches away from balls.

“Spread you legs apart,” she said, and as I did so I felt her reach between my legs and begin running the washcloth up and down the crease of my ass. As the cloth passed over my asshole she paused momentarily and pushed the washcloth hard up against it. “Tell me if that makes you uncomfortable,” she said. “Some guys like me to play with their assholes and some don’t.”

“Don’t,” I said. She released the pressure she was exerting on the cloth but she continued soaping it down and rubbing the washcloth over it. After the washcloth’s fourth journey from my tailbone to my balls she soaped it up again and did a cursory job of cleansing my arms, my legs, my back, and my stomach and chest. She had spent a good part five minutes cleaning my ass and my pubic area and less than a minute on the rest of me, but I didn’t feel cheated at all.

Before she stood up she took me into her mouth again and gave it three or four deep plunges before pulling it out her mouth. “I don’t want you to cum yet,” she said as way of an apology.

“I’m sorry about last night,” I responded, “but I guess I was just to damn horny. Looking at your pussy just made it go off.” God, now I was talking just like her. I thought I had been shocked when I heard her use these words last night, but I was even more shocked that I had just used the same words. When given the permission, I thought, one could do things and say things that they wouldn’t normally say or do. Under normal circumstances I would never had dared to use these words when in the presence of a woman, but by saying them first she had given me permission to talk as crudely and obscenely as I wanted. This led to the corollary that I was also being given free reign to feel as much as her body as I desired. Besides fucking her I could play with her ass, I could lick her pussy and I could do all the nasty and perverted things that I had dreamt about so many times in the quite of my bedroom.

“At least it’s nice to know that it was me that made you cum,” she said. “I’d hate to think you were fucking a high school sweetheart in your mind at the time.”

“Can I wash you now?” I said as my cock gave an involuntary twitch and became even harder.

“I’ve been waiting you to say that for over a month,” she said enigmatically. She handed me the washcloth and then closed her eyes and waited for me to begin.

It took me twice as long to wash her body as it had taken her to wash mine, but it was twice as fun. Having never washed a woman’s body I took my time and made sure that every little nook and cranny was cleansed, rinsed off, and then cleansed again to make sure all the germs, bacteria, soil, grease, grime, and unpleasant odors had been scourged. I suppose I could have completed the task in less time, but I was having fun feeling her and she was having fun being felt. Since neither of us had anywhere else to go we were at the place we wanted to be. The only two things that kept us from staying in the shower all day was that the bed awaited and the hot water ran out.

After drying off we literally ran to the bedroom and jumped on the bed. “Time to fuck” she squealed in anticipation as she lay back on the pillow with her knees up and her legs spread. The pink patch of wet skin between her legs was peeking at me through the dark hairs that surrounded it. It reminded me of an open clam nestled in the middle of a sea of thick black moss. I laid down beside her with my feet on the other pillow and my face staring straight into clam’s shell.

“You look so nasty,” I said as a joke as I looked up at her from between her legs and then diverted my eyes back down to the vision of her pussy.

“I can get nastier, too. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

I had to contemplate that one. Despite coming on her last night I was still technically a virgin, and here I was being told that not only could I fuck her, but that I could fuck her in any way I wanted. Had my mind been ready at the time to consider of activities that she was suggesting I would have definitely experimented a little more, but being a virgin meant more than just the lack of opportunity, it meant a lack of knowledge. While I was still worried about the technique of actual intercourse she was talking about the entire universe of sexual pleasure. I began to realize that I was out of my league, way WAY out of my league.

I looked up at her face from between her legs and said, “Do you mind if we just talk for a few minutes before we have sex? There’s something that you should know about me.”

“Do you have a disease?”

“No, nothing like that. It’s just that I’m not very experienced, if you know what I mean.” I felt foolish saying it and was hoping that this wouldn’t lead to an instant expulsion from her bedroom, but I felt it would be better to be embarrassed now rather than later when she realized what a lousy lover I had been.

“You mean you haven’t done this much or do you mean that I’m the first?”

“I mean I never have seen a woman naked before last night. I guess I was just sheltered.”

“You never…”

“That’s right, never. I saw my mother as she got out of the bathtub a few times but I don’t count that. I felt a girl’s boobs once, but that was under her bra. I never got to see it.”

“No wonder you were so hot to see Carol’s pussy last night. I didn’t think that guys like you existed anymore, at least not guys that are you’re age.” She was quiet for a moment and then she softly said, “Are you sure you really want to do this? I mean, hey, I’m all for you doing me right now, but think about it. Don’t you want to wait and do it with someone you love? Or maybe somebody that better looking than me? Look, I’m fat, I’m dumpy, and a lot of people don’t like me because I’m loud and crude. People say that you never forget the first person you fuck. Do you want to go through life remembering ME?”

“Why do you put yourself down?” I asked her. “You could lose some weight, maybe dress a little better, but all in all you’re very attractive. As far as being loud and crude, that’s a choice. You don’t have to be if you want to be.”

“How little virgins really know,” she said with a sad smile. “Being loud and crude works for me.. If I was a fat, dumpy girl who wasn’t loud and crude do you think ANY guys would look at me? I know I come across as a slut, but there are a lot a guys that just LOVE sluts.”

“But you can change. There are a lot of guys out there that would like you as you really are. Take me, for example. I like you.”

She started to laugh. “You’re one to talk. Would you have come home with me last night if you thought for one minute that you weren’t going fuck me? Or more to the point, if I hadn’t wanted to be fucked would I have invited you home? I love sex like a smoker likes his Pall Mall’s. I’m addicted to it, and I don’t want to change.”

“I can accept that.”

“Did you happen to bring any rubbers? I forgot to ask you that last night because I was drunk.” She was changing the subject suddenly and I felt that I had perhaps it would be wise to let her direct the conversation for a while.

“No. I don’t usually think I’m going to get laid so what’s the point?”

“The POINT? The POINT is that….Ahhh! How in the world can I argue against such impeccable logic? Don’t you ever get tired of being wrong?”

“I guess not. I spent the whole night in your bed and I’m still fuckless. Not only that, but NOW you tell me that not only do I need a rubber, which I don’t have, but I also need to wait a little longer just to make sure I really DO want to fuck. And you talk about impeccable logic? Sounds to me like I just got fucked!”

“Shit! You can fuck me anytime you want. If you want to call me at three in the morning sometime when I’m fast asleep I’ll let you come over just so you can get your rocks off. If you want to fuck in front of Tommy Trojan between classes, just let me know. I wouldn’t care if the whole fucking student body watched. My pussy is willing to take your dick deep inside anytime you want as long as you have a rubber.”

I suddenly realized that what I had thought was a done deal had suddenly become undone and I probably wouldn’t get laid after all. I suspected that the rubber was only a ruse, an excuse to avoid intercourse with me. Had she been afraid of pregnancy or disease she would have brought up the subject the night before. She hadn’t been that drunk.

“I’m assuming that I’m not going to lose my virginity today?”

“That’s right, Bucko. The last thing I need is to drop out of school due to a pregnancy. I’m too young to start raising babies, and I’m not going to subject myself to a quack with a coat hanger. I suppose you’re going to say that you can get dressed and run to a pharmacy and then come back fully prepared, but that’s too much work and it would spoil the mood. Why don’t we just drop fucking from the equation and do everything else.”

“What do you mean ‘everything else’?”

“There’s a lot more to sex than just fucking,” she said. “If the purpose of fucking is to create children then it’s important, but if the purpose is to have an orgasm, there are lots of other ways. Fucking is the best, but there are lots of alternatives. Being a fat, dumpy, loud, crude, ugly slut I’ve had lots of opportunities to improvise.”

My cock had started to deflate when I heard her announce that there wouldn’t be any fucking today, but now it was getting hard again. If fucking was the +10 on the bell shape curve I was now being offered at least a +8. It certainly sounded better than a –10 which I suspected would be all I could hope for at this point.. If she could grasp the concept of an eighteen-year-old college freshman being a virgin then I should be able to grasp the concept of being able to choose the kind of sex I wanted. Right? Wrong! Despite my resolve to be as candid and frank and open as she was, I was still only a virgin and suddenly afraid of frightening her off with some of the more fantastic visions of uncensored lust that I was currently considering.

After mulling it over for a few seconds I simply said; “OK, what did you have in mind?”

“Jesus! You’re not very imaginative, are you? If you gave me an hour I could come up with a list of a hundred things that would excite the shit out of me and make me cum, but I can start with a few if you can’t think of any of the top of your head. To begin with your mouth is about three inches away from my cunt right now. You could start by spreading it open and sticking your tongue in.. While you’re at it, I can lay the other way and suck on your cock at the same time. That’s what is known as a 69. If you’re really into sticking that pole of yours in me then I might as well tell you that I’m not a stranger to taking it up the ass. I can’t get pregnant if you cum there. Or, if you’d rather cum while I’m sucking you, that’s OK too. I don’t mind the taste. If we’re lucky Carole will walk in the front door. She usually carries rubbers around with her and she’d probably fuck you, or better yet we could have a threesome. Maybe if I’m lucky Nick will be with her and she’ll have two rubbers. That way you could watch me fuck him and I could watch you fuck her. If you’re adventuresome we could go out on the balcony and play around where people could easily see us. We could mutually masturbate each other and or we could masturbate in front of each other and watch each other’s technique. With me there are no limits except relating to pain. I’m not into bondage or sadomasochism. Some of the more kinky things don’t turn me on but I certainly don’t have any objection to them. Everybody’s entitled to his or her own fantasy, and I like to please as much as be pleased. I had a boyfriend once who enjoyed sucking my toes. It seemed silly but as far as I was concerned that was OK as long as he indulged me in my fantasies as well.”

When she ran out of breath she paused. I think she was turning herself on as she recited the list of perversion she had indulged in. I waited for a suitable length of time for her to continue since she hadn’t mentioned any of my favorite fantasies yet, but when she didn’t I asked what HER favorite fantasy was.

She blushed and asked, “You’d laugh.”

“I told you I was a virgin. You didn’t laugh at me so why should I laugh at you. Being a virgin is a lot more embarrassing than having a fantasy.” She was looking down and not speaking me. Suddenly it occurred to me what might be making her, the inveterate say-anything-you-want-to-say girl, suddenly act embarrassed. She was ashamed of confessing her fantasy. She could talk about any sexual activity with complete openness, yet she was private when it came to her own personal kink.

“Being a virgin and having a fantasy are two different things. Being a virgin is normal, or at least it is up until a certain age.” She gazed up at me and gave me a quick grin, then looked down again. “Having a fantasy is personal, sometimes so personal that it makes you cry.”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” I said. “I wasn’t trying to pry. I just wanted to get to know you a little better.”

“I’m what they call an exhibitionist. I like it when people see me naked and I’m the center of attention. Just being naked around people is enough to make me cum. When I was in High School my boyfriend and I went with two other couples to a fairly deserted beach. No one was there except the six of us and as the day went on we had more and more to drink and when our inhibitions lowered enough we found ourselves skinny dipping in the ocean. It was one of the other girls who suggested it and I was the last of the three of us to take it all off. It wasn’t because I was shy, but rather that I had hoped it would happen, and I knew that if I seemed to eager I would betray myself. Later, when we came out of the water, we were all lying naked on our towels and suddenly my boyfriend rolled over to me and started fucking me. I didn’t know he was going to do it, that wasn’t part of what I had hoped for, but once he started I couldn’t stop myself. I felt embarrassed as hell, but I felt exhilarated and in a way empowered too. The other two guys who were with us were digging the hell out of it and rooting us on, but my girlfriends just watched out of the corner of their eyes and I could tell they were embarrassed for me. And the worst part about it and the best part about it were the same thing. I was no stranger to fucking, but I suddenly realized that I was also a slut and I enjoyed being the center of attention. I wanted them to watch him fuck me, but what really got me hot was letting them watch ME fuck HIM. My legs were wrapped completely around his waist when he came in me and I had the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. The ride home was relatively quite. There was talking, of course, but it was like nobody wanted to talk about what happened. I was still embarrassed, of course, but I enjoyed my embarrassment.”

She was quiet for a few seconds before she added, “You think that’s weird, don’t you?”

It sounded more like a statement than a question, but I answered anyway. “It’s not as bad as you make it sound. You said earlier that if Carol and Nick came by they may have rubbers with them. If they come by I wouldn’t mind letting them watch us fuck.”

“But would you dream about it at night? Would you let it be the focus of your sexuality?”

I thought for a moment and the decided to answer truthfully. “No, but it would be fun to try. Who knows?”

“So, what are YOUR fantasies?”

That one was easy. “My fantasy right now is to get laid.”

She laughed and then continued discussing her fantasy. For someone who was reluctant to admit her fantasy she was certainly not squeamish about going into further detail. “There are some fairly deserted coves north of Malibu if you know where they are,” she began, “and where we had gone was one of them. We never saw anyone on the beach that day, but it was on a Wednesday lots of people have to work. My boyfriend and I decided that the next weekend we would go there, just the two of us.

“There were more people that walked that stretch of beach than where we were when he fucked me, but still not many. We laid down the blanket between two rocks and took off our bathing suits. We could look up and down the beach by standing up and looking over the rocks, but when we lay down they hid us from view. You could only see us if you walked across the patch of sand in front of us.

“We waited about a half hour until we saw a guy in a sweat suit jogging along the sand. My boyfriend lay on his back and I lowered myself onto his cock. He was fucking me from the rear, doggy style, but I was sitting on his lap instead of being on hands and knees. My back was pulled up to his chest so the man jogging by could see his cock pushing itself in and out of me. When I first saw the man appear from behind the rock I closed my eyes not wanting to see him, only know that he was seeing us. He couldn’t miss us since we were only fifteen to twenty yards away from the surf. I waited for a full minute while my boyfriend fucked me and then I opened my eyes. The man was gone. My boyfriend told me that he had watched us as he jogged by, but he didn’t stop.

“We did that four more times that day, and I kept my eyes open every time. I really got excited when I watched their eyes fasten on mine. I didn’t let them know how scared and excited I was. I didn’t try to act embarrassed or cover myself at all. With the exception of looking them in the eyes as my boyfriend fucked me I acted as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Seeing the surprised look on their face made me my whole body tingle. The shock, the excitement, the pleasure they were getting from being at the right place at the right time except just or anything other than just fuck and look in their eyes and see the shock, the excitement, the pleasure they were getting from being at the right place at the right time. I’ve been addicted to it ever since.”

I waited a few moments before I said anything, and then asked, “But why did you say that it sometimes makes you want to cry?”

Tears suddenly appeared from the edges of her eyes. She bravely pretended they weren’t there until the last moment and then averted her head to wipe them away hoping I wouldn’t notice. “Look at me. Am I somebody you’d really like see naked at a beach? I wasn’t pretty then, and I’m certainly not pretty now. I know I could lose weight and look better, but I’d still be ugly. God, I would give anything to look like Carol.”

“I guess Carol’s an exhibitionist too,” I said, hoping that I was right.

“Carol is just Carol,” Ellie said, “She’s not really anything. She’ll do a strip like she did last night, but she’s wouldn’t do it just for the love of doing it. She kind of just blows in the wind. As long as she gets the attention if wouldn’t make any difference to her if she ever took her clothes off or not.” She paused and then she broke out in a big grin. “And as you saw last night, she has absolutely no sense of timing. A true exhibitionist would practice and practice and practice until she would have it down pat.” There was a lull in our conversation so I walked to the bathroom and urinated. When I returned to the bedroom Ellie’s hand was busy at work between her legs.

“So,” I said after a few moments of watching her in silence, “I can do anything I want?”

“Anything. But I want you to wait until the next time to fuck me. I want to make sure that you’re really ready and not just horny.”

“Then lay back on the bed and spread your legs. I want to watch you masturbate and then I want to lick it.”

She didn’t say anything. She just smiled and reclined. She raiseded her knees up and then spread herself open for my visual pleasure. She took her both index fingers and slowly pulled the pink petals of her pussy apart, letting me see her inner wetness. I lay down on the bed and moved up toward her until my eyes were within inches of her openness.

Still holding her lips apart she took her middle finger and began rubbing it over and around the small button at the top of her slit. It was called the clitoris, but with my limited knowledge of female anatomy I had no idea at the time of either its name or its function. The dampness that was covering the inside of her was getting damper and as she drove her finger deeper and deeper into that beautiful orifice it began to form droplets that oozed down her inner thighs and into her buttocks. She was moaning now, but she was still looking in my eyes, watching me as I watched her. If showing off her body was her pleasure I was more than happy to please her. An exhibitionist needs an audience and I was exactly what she needed,

Suddenly she turned over. Her finger never left its hiding place, but she was now on her knees, her face in the pillow, and I was staring directly into both of her two holes and the thin strip of skin that separated them. Slowly she turned her head and looked me in the eyes again, smiling with that enigmatic smile that said ‘Watch Me’. I smiled back with just a quick glance and then moved my eyes back to the sight of her naked beauty spread out before me. I reached my hand out and lightly ran a fingertip down the length of her asshole, pausing only briefly when I was reached the anus to pull slightly on the puckered skin of her inner buttock so I might briefly look deeper, past the rim and into her bowels themselves. I tentatively placed a finger against her brown hole and slightly pulled it away from the surrounding skin. All I saw was more darkness and more skin.

I moved my eyes back to hers as saw they were still focused on mine. She then brought her hands back and placed them firmly on her ass cheeks and spread them as far as she could. As if reading my mind she slipped a finger from each hand onto the puckered skin that surrounded her asshole and pulled it open.

I stared at its hideous beauty for a long time. I was intrigued and appalled as it winked back me in its naked ugliness. Was it perversion on my part, a kink in my nature? Surely the sight of an open asshole, or for that matter an open pussy, shouldn’t be beautiful. Erotic? Yes. Intriguing? Yes. But they certainly were not beautiful.

Then she did what I would never have imagined a woman would ever let a man see. She took two of her fingers and slowly began pushing them past the puckered hole and into the deeper recesses of her body, recesses that the eye can’t see, perhaps the only real taboo place on the human body, the recess that collects and eliminates feces. Two of Ellie’s fingers were delving knuckle deep into muck of this germ-ridden cesspool, trying to prove to me, I suppose, that she truly was sexually liberated and willing to indulge me in what she perceived as a sexual fantasy of mine. Had I not let my finger touch the spot, of had I looked away from its stare, would she have done this? Was this perhaps another one of HER fantasies? She had mentioned that she was no stranger to anal intercourse, and in the bathroom earlier she had attempted to push the washrag into my anus, but at the time I thought it meant nothing. Now I was beginning to wonder.

In a mixture of both awe and disgust I watched her slipping her fingers in and out, and finally I could take no more. I reached out and took hold of her wrists and pulled her hands away. As the fingers slid out of her anal opening, the muscles retracted and closed the view of the depths of her shame. All that could be seen now was the wrinkled entrance.

I was afraid that she would touch me with those hands, but instead she hopped off the bed and went to the bathroom across the hall. I could hear the water running and when she came back her hands were damp from washing. They smelled like Palmolive Soap. I don’t know if they had smelled prior to their washing, but at least now I was assured that they weren’t.

“Get on top of me,” I commanded her. “I want to eat your pussy while you suck my dick.”

She obliged. I was laying face up on the bed and she put both knees around my body and lowered her head to engulf me. Her gash was right above me and as I pulled my face up to taste her, I found myself face to face with that asshole again. As if to spite me it seemed to open slightly and then close again each time her head moved up and down. I was tempted to close my eyes, or move to a different position, but the sensation in my groin was pleasant and I didn’t want lose it.. I looked up at her open body and for the first time I tasted pussy. I used both hands to spread her open and then began licking the folds that covered her cunt hole. I lapped up the sticky syrup that was oozing from her body with my tongue and forced it to go as far into her as I could. I could feel her body writhing on top of my tongue, and for one frightful moment she banged down so hard on the bridge of my nose that it’s a wonder it didn’t break. I was beginning to learn that unbridled lust must be handled cautiously.

She blew me while and I licked her pussy for at least five minutes. I was surprised that neither of us had cum yet. I was as hard and as uninhibited as I had ever been before in my life. I had never imagined that raw, naked, sweaty sex could be so liberating that it would cause a complete breakdown of inhibitions, morality, good taste, and preconceived ideas about love, life, and the pursuit of happiness. Nothing mattered except the joy and bliss and ecstasy of the moment. All I could think of was the nastiness and the sweetness, the ugliness and the beauty, the inevitability of the orgasm, the cum that I would be shooting into her, the cum she would either swallow or let dribble out her mouth to run obscenely down her face, the cum that was the essence of me.

I couldn’t help myself. In my aroused state there was nothing I could do to censor my actions or my thoughts. I ripped my mouth away from her now gushing cunt and pulled her ass cheeks down on my face. My tongue darted out and began lapping at her anus. My saliva was covering it and with each swipe of my tongue on that dirty hole I felt it getting as wet as her pussy.

We were both moaning now and as I felt the build up of tension in my cock, I pulled my face away and inserted a finger deep into her asshole and my thumb into her twat. She was crying out the dirtiest, filthiest and obscene words and phrases that I had ever heard anyone say. She was over the top, and when I suddenly felt her body ease and a copious amount of thick, sticky fluid coated my hands and her legs I knew she was cumming. I could hold myself together no longer. I joined her in her obscenities and then shot four or five burst of cum into her willing mouth.

“TO BE CONTINUED…”

I reached out and put my hands on her tits, my eyes traveling over the customers in the bar only a few feet in back of her.. I was excited, scared, filled with wonderment, awe, embarrassment, and sheer heart pounding lust.

I played with them for a minute, maybe more, until Helen sat back in her seat. She continued her manual stimulation but I was no longer looking at them. Instead my eyes were concentrating on the other customers. I wanted to make sure that no one was coming too close. Helen”s eyes were closed and her head was moving back and forth against the imitation leather backing of the couch. She was obviously excited and trusting me to alert her if someone was to approach.

I needed another drink. I hadn”t had enough yet. For all my planning, I now found myself getting paranoid. I needed more courage. It was only 8 o”clock, and I didn”t want it to end too early. I still wanted to go to Terry”s Tavern. There, in the privacy of the dim lighting and the anonymity it provided I could relax a little more, I thought, and truly enjoy what might turn out to be the most erotic night in our marriage. Here, in the bright light, I felt it was a little too much.

“Whew,” she said when she finally moved her hands away from her body and opened her eyes. “Is anyone coming?” she asked.

“No,” I managed to squeak. She turned her head and looked toward the bar as if not trusting me.

“Good.” With that she took off the shirt completely and tossed it on the table. She slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders and unhooked the clasp in the back. Bare breasted she opened her purse and put the bra inside. Only after putting the bra in her purse did she pick up the blouse and put it on. “That”s feels better,” she said with a big smile on her face. “I need to pee. Would you order us just one more Margarita before we go?”

She buttoned all but the top three buttons of her blouse and then took her purse and walked unashamedly to the far end of the bar and entered the ladies room. While she was gone I motioned for the waitress and ordered us each another Margarita.

It wasn”t long before she returned to the booth. Four buttons were now undone and only the bottom button was holding her shirt in place. I could see the fleshy sides of both breasts in their entirety all the way down past the crease where the their flesh folded down onto her body. They swung from side to side as she walked and threatened to pop out at any moment. The pinkish colors of her nipples were clearly visible as they pressed themselves against the white material. At this moment in time I considered her the sexiest woman, bar none, that I had ever seen. Strange, I thought, how we had somehow missed all this excitement in the early years and had wasted all that time in getting to know the real us.

“I have a present for you,” she said, and then she opened up her purse and handed me her panties. She smiled and said, “Put them in your pocket and don”t lose them. They really look great, but they keep getting wedged in my asshole and it”s not very comfortable.” I looked at the panties dumbfounded and then looked back into her eyes. They seemed alive with sexuality, hunger, and promise.

As loose and as carefree as she was being with her body, it still sounded strange to hear her use the word “asshole”. “Ass” would have sufficed, but by adding the second syllable she was purposely making it sound dirty and raw. She often chastised me for using what she called “gutter” language, and to hear it coming from her was both shocking and perversely erotic. Was she trying to impress me with her newly discovered earthiness, or was she subtly implying that she wanted me to use the same crude language with her? Or was it perhaps only a response to my having earlier used the words “shit” and “tits”? When used at the right time and in the right circumstances such words can have a meaning far beyond the scope of their definition. They can become a powerful aphrodisiac capable of transferring erotic knowledge from one hungry soul to another. They can convey a willingness to accept the profane and give permission to others to indulge in the same. I was hoping that this was her motive, whether conscious or not. Perhaps by speaking the words she could feel their power, understand the secrets they held and enjoy the liberation of speaking completely uncensored, free at last to bare her thoughts as well as her body and to revel in both the glory and the depravity of her mind, her spirit and her soul.

She displayed no embarrassment at all when the cocktail waitress brought our drinks. The first four buttons were still open and she was bare from her neck to her navel, and her blouse seemed to be covering nothing but the nipples themselves. The waitress didn”t say anything or make any indication that she had noticed (she was much too professional for that) but I was watching her as she leaned over to set the glasses on the table in front of us, and I noticed her eyes widen and her mouth open slightly before she caught herself and regained her composure.

After the waitress left there was a few moments of pregnant silence. I suddenly was at a loss as to how to open up the conversation again. I waited for Helen to take the initiative but I waited in vain. We talked, of course, but not about the subject that I so desperately wanted to explore. She made no attempt at reviving the conversation and I didn”t know how. Nothing remotely associated with the surreal nature of her calmly sitting in front of me so…so…revealingly was being mentioned and I was afraid that all might be lost if we didn”t get back into the same give and take we had going on before. Finally, as we finished our drinks, I suggested to Helen that we go to one more bar. “It”s darker and more intimate,” I said, “and we can relax and be ourselves.”

“I don”t know,” she said shaking her head in an exaggerated manner. “It”s getting late and I”m all fucked up. I don”t even know if I can stand.”

“I”ll help you,” I said, and I stood and moved to her side of the booth. I reached my hand out to help steady her if she needed my support and as she turned to get out of the booth her hand slipped off the table and she fell sideways across the seat. As she did both breasts dislodged themselves from their hiding place and the dress rose up on her legs and I could see everything between her legs.

“Oops,” she giggled, “I forgot I wasn”t wearing panties. I told you I was all fucked up.”

I quickly pulled the skirt back over her legs and then helped her hide her tits again.. As she turned to face the bar I noticed her left nipple had fallen out of the shirt again, and while I covered it as quickly as I could I saw that at least one man had observed her little accident. I was somewhat uncomfortable with the whole situation, but there was nothing I could do about it.

We made it to the front door with no problem, but as we walked across the room I could see all the eyes pointed in our direction. It might have been my imagination, but as we walked by each booth and barstool I could almost feel them holding their breath, waiting, I suppose, for the inevitable to happen. Unless you have ever been in a similar situation you can”t imagine the mixture of fear and pride that was coursing through my body as we finally reached the door and walked out into the deepening twilight.

The breeze hit us as we walked out of the bar and I suddenly realized that I was perhaps as drunk as she was. I could see the sign for Terry”s Tavern from the front door, but I couldn”t keep it in focus. I suggested to Helen that we walk the two blocks instead of driving. It wouldn”t take any longer, I told her, and it would be too much of a hassle to get in the car, drive that small a distance, and then have to park again. What I didn”t tell her was that I was afraid I couldn”t drive. She was beyond caring at this point in time and as she stumbled forward she simply said, “OK, let”s walk.”

I took her hand and tried my best to steer her down the sidewalk as we stumbled our way forward. Cars were driving by us and Helen was having a good time with them. For every car that passed and honked at her shameless display she would pull open her blouse and flash her tits, then turn to me and giggle, “I don”t think I should”a done that, do you?” I would say, “I certainly agree you shouldn”t” but when the next car went by she would do the same damn thing. She thought it was fun, and so did I, but drunk as I was I was still sober enough to know it was dangerous fun. There were a lot of crazies out there and I didn”t want any of them to stop and give us any trouble, and I certainly didn”t want the police to pull over and possibly arrest her for indecent exposure or for being drunk in public. Once we were in Terry”s I would be in familiar surroundings and I could relax and enjoy her sexuality, but right now the fun of the moment was being hampered by fear.

When we made it to Terry”s I was about to open the familiar front door when Helen paused to button up her shirt. Secretly I was glad but when I saw that she had buttoned all but the top two my spirits flagged again. I looked her in the eye and then unbuttoned the third button. She sighed quietly, as if resigning herself, and she left it unbuttoned while I opened the door and we entered.

When I saw the safe, dark lighting I began to relax and feel more comfortable. It was almost as if I was home. I felt like nothing could happen to us here. Nothing had happened to the couple I had watched and it wouldn”t happen to us. Buck certainly wouldn”t say or do anything regardless of how erotic we became, and for the few single men I saw gathered around the bar and the pool table it would probably be a fantasy come true.

The pool table was to right side if the bar, and beyond it were the restrooms and four dimly lit tables and two booths. There were also a few candle lit tables near the doorway where we were standing. I was still feeling drunk and since Helen had taken the chance of flashing her tits at the cars going by I took a chance as well, and I draped my arm over her shoulder and placed my hand under her shirt .

“Where would you like to sit?” I asked.

She quickly covered my hand with hers, hiding the fact that she was exposed. “Anywhere you want,” she said, “but I can”t walk in like this.”

“Why not? You were flashing all the cars. What”s the difference?”

She looked at me and I saw her expression change. At first I had thought if was a look of confusion, but later I began to believe she had experienced a sudden insight. She pulled my hand away and pulled her shirt together “I”m drunk,” she said, “but I”m not so drunk that I”m going to let all these men see me naked. Let”s go sit in one of the booths,” and before I could say anything she had wobbled away and I was forced to follow.

As we walked past the two men who were playing pool I was suddenly glad that she had moved my hand. She was still unbuttoned and both of the men went out of their way to make sure she knew they were staring. Polite gentlemen would be more discreet, I thought, like I had been when I had first seen the couple in the bar the first time. Had she not removed my hand how would they had acted?

Once we were seated, she turned to me and said, “What is it exactly that you had in mind by coming here?”

Suddenly I was at a loss for words again. What was I supposed to say?

When I didn”t answer immediately she looked at me with those penetrating eyes of hers and she said, “If I hadn”t taking your hand away, would you have left it there the whole time we walked across room?”

“I don”t know,” I said.

She was quite when she said “But you wanted to?”

“I suppose.”

She was quiet again. She looked over at the men playing pool and stared at them for a long while, and when she turned back to me she said, “Would you mind getting us another Margarita? I want to get just a teensy bit drunker.” She held up her thumb and her digit finger showing me in a measurement just how teensy much drunker she wanted to get. Without even thinking of how wide apart they had been I walked to the bar and to order us both another Margarita.

“Hi, Tom,” Buck said as I ordered the two drinks, “Who”s you”re gal friend?”

“That”s not a “gal” friend,” I said, “that”s my wife.”

“Congratulations,” he said as his eyes turned to look at the booth where she was still seated, “you have great taste in women.” He was talking to me, but his eyes were on Helen.

When I returned with the drinks I handed her one and she set it on the table. I slid in beside her and set my drink next to hers. She didn”t take a drink nor did I. Suddenly I felt a strange silence fall between us, like a wall had been put up.. We just sat there as if we had nothing important to say. Finally to break the uneasiness of the silence I excused myself and went to the restroom.

While I was sitting there I tried desperately to remember what the last words we had said to each other. If there was a rift between us I wanted to know what had caused it. For the life of me I couldn”t figure it out. I remembered going to the bar and getting the drinks and I remembered going back to the booth only to get the silent treatment. The only other thing I could remember was her holding her fingers in front of my face and telling me she wanted an itsy-bitsy one. Before that it was just a cloudy haze.

I smoked an entire cigarette while I sat on the can so it must have been at least five minutes or more until I returned to booth. As I came out of the bathroom and turned the corner I saw that the two men who had been playing pool were now standing by the booth talking to Helen. As I approached she waved her hand at me and then she motioned for me to slide in beside her. As I did she threw her arms around me and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. Her tits didn”t slip out, but they came dangerously close.

“This is Fric and this is Frac” she said with a emphasis on the names as she pointed them out to me. Her voice was slurred more than before but it was obvious to me that she was pretending to be drunker than she actually was since the new Margarita was still full. She pulled away from me and sat facing them again, looking down at her open blouse and modestly pulling it together. She didn”t, however, make any attempt at buttoning it up so that when she was finished she was almost as exposed as before.

“I”m Jerry,” said Fric, “and this is Joe. Your wife has just been telling us how you”re both pretty good at pool. We don”t play for money, but if you”d like to join us it would be our pleasure.”

Of course you would, I thought. What red-blooded man in their right mind wouldn”t? If you find a hot babe whose obviously drunk, whose tits are almost falling out of her shirt, and who”s walking around with no panties on while her husband is sitting on the crapper, it would be almost criminal not to least attempt to get her involved in a game where she would need to bend over the table from time to time in order to shoot. Even though I was too old and too shy to have ever been tempted to do it, I could easily understand their interests.

“Maybe later,” I said, “but right now isn”t the best of times. We”re both pretty plastered, as if you haven”t noticed, and I doubt if we”d be able to concentrate on what we were doing.”

“Any time,” he said. “If you sober up enough just let us know. Nice to meet you both.” They went back to their game of pool and left Helen and I alone again.

“That was nice of them to ask us to pool.” she said. “How come you told them no?”

“Because you”re too drunk to play,” I said. “Besides, you”d have to button up your blouse and put on your panties to play and I like you the way you are.”

“Why would I have to do that?”

“Why? Because they”d end up seeing everything you”ve got. Every time you shot you”d fall out of your blouse and without any panties you couldn”t very well lean over the table much.”

She giggled and said, “I thought that was the object of the evening. I thought you wanted me to show myself off,”

“What gave you that idea?”

“You did. Last night when we talked you said that you wanted me to loosen up and be more daring, and then earlier today, when I was trying on the clothes, you suggested I wear the blouse with four buttons undone. Well, if you”ll look I”ve got all of them unbuttoned. Are you telling me now that you DON”T want to see me show off?”

“I didn”t say that either.”

She looked at me for a long time and then said, “I thought that maybe a little peek-a-boo here and there would be enough to keep you happy but I guess I was wrong. Do you want me to be more daring or less daring? Tell me what you want.”

Suddenly I felt anger at her again. Yes, she had kept me happy, but now I was afraid of her taking it away again. It wasn”t as if I had actually asked her to do. Everything she had done had been of her own choosing. Had the one and only time that I had crossed the line - when I had put my hand inside her shirt - now branded me as some kind of monster? What right did she have to be mad at ME?

“You”re not being fair. I haven”t asked you to do anything that you weren”t prepared to do. I never told you to unbutton your shirt or to show me your tits in the bar or take your top off or anything else you did. You did that all on your own. I thought you wanted to be that way. I almost stopped you when you were flashing those cars because I was getting nervous about it, but you seemed to be having a great time so I let you keep on flashing.”

“You didn”t need to tell me to do it. I did it because I wanted to make you happy.”

“Well, thank you very much. Your very proud of the fact that you did something without being asked, and I can”t say that I didn”t enjoy it because I did, but the real bottom line is that I never got the opportunity to ask for anything, did I? The one and only time that I took the initiative and asked for anything you said no.”

“When did you ask me for anything? When did I say no?”

“I guess you”re right, I never really asked you. Or to be more correct, I didn”t ask you in words. But when we walked into the bar and I put my hand inside your shirt you removed it. Isn”t that the same thing as my asking and you”re saying “no”? Right now I feel like somebody who has absolutely no power at all. It”s like I”m at the mercy of what YOU want to GIVE me. I don”t have the permission to act on my own or to suggest something I”d like to see or have you do for fear that you”ll get pissed off at me.”

“So tell me. I still haven”t yet heard you say what you want. I won”t necessarily do what you want me to do, but I certainly won”t be mad. What DO you want?”

I wanted to tell her, I really did, but old habits are hard to break. Should I confess to her my fantasy? Should I tell her about the couple I had seen? Should I tell her that deep down I wanted people to watch us as we put on a live sex show for them?

“I”m getting us another Margarita. I”ll tell you when I get back.” Without waiting for her to reply I went to the bar and bought the drinks. When I came back I saw her watching the pool players again. She took the drink before I had a chance to give it to her and immediately drank half of it.

“I just want you to listen for a minute while I talk,” she said. “I don”t want you to say any thing until I”m finished.” She paused for a moment while she put together in her mind what she wanted to say. She took another drink of her Margarita and then, despite all the alcohol she had consumed, continued in a careful and thoughtful manner, “Just tell me what you want and don”t be afraid that I”ll get mad. I looked through those magazines of yours before I confronted you last night, so I”ve got a pretty good idea of how your mind works. As long as you promise me that you won”t ask me to fuck anybody but you, I”ll do whatever you want. I promised myself that tonight I would be the kind of wife you wanted, that you could have that at least once in your life, and that”s what I intend to do. Remember when I took my blouse off at the other bar and you asked me if it felt good being wicked for once? It did, and now I want to experience being nasty for once. What the FUCK, we only live once. The absolute worst thing that can happen is that we get arrested for being lewd and lascivious, right.” Her eyes were glazing over again and her emphasis on the word “fuck” caught me off guard. I don”t know why, but I was beginning to feel paranoid again.

We stared at each other nervously for a few minutes before she broke the ice and said. “”Well, are you going to tell me what you want or do you want me to ad lib? Do you want to be the director of this imaginary movie or do you want to be in the audience?”

I hesitated for a moment and then, in a meek voice, I said, “Pretend you”re drunker than you are and then go to the juke box and put on some music. Do a dance for me.”

“Give me some quarters,” she said.

**********

We picked up our drinks and went to the bar. I quickly selected the same two stools that my fantasy couple had used hoping that they would be lucky for me. I don”t believe in superstitions, but I wasn”t taking any chances either, and as I settled onto the stool I had the feeling that it was right. It seemed as if I had waited all my life for this moment, and I pledged to myself that no matter how paranoid I got I was going to go through with it. Like she had said “what the FUCK, we only live once” and I thought to myself it”s not the one who dies with the most toys that wins, it”s the one with the most memories. Besides, the worst thing than could happen was that we could to get arrested.

The quarters were on the bar, and she was facing me. Her feet were on the top rung of the barstool, and her knees were spread slightly apart. She looked quickly at Buck who was filling up a pitcher for a gentleman at the opposite side of the horseshoe bar and then darted her eyes quickly around the rest of the room. Satisfied for the moment that no one was watching, she took my hand and placed it on her bare pussy. She smiled and without lowering her voice at all she said. “I told you I needed to shave some of it off. Aren”t you glad I did?” I could feel the wetness between her open thighs and the smooth bareness in the area she had had shaved off. She scooped the quarters into her hand and as she slid off the barstool her skirt caught momentarily and I saw her bare ass.

She stood in front of the jukebox for a long time. I didn”t know what she was planning, but whatever it was I knew that I would have to live with it. Whatever would happen would happened, I thought, and if she was suddenly getting cold feet then I would graciously accept her decision and we would leave the bar and go home. She had been more than fair this evening and I made up my mind that I would make no further requests from her. She pretty well knew what I wanted, and if she were unwilling to go further I would understand. I had already experienced more in this one evening than I had ever received before, and I was already eternally grateful to her. I hungered for more, but I was satisfied with what I had already received.

Apparently she had reached a decision. She placed three quarters in the jukebox, and made her selections. As the first song began I watched as she began to move her hips in time to the music. She was standing in exactly the same position as she had stood previous to making her choices, but her hands were resting on the front panel of the jukebox and she was leaning forward. Her hair was hanging in front of her and as her hips began gyrating seductively to the sound of the music she backed away from the jukebox and began to snap her fingers in time to the slow beat of the music. My cock was hard and I could feel the pressure as it pushed against my pants. She wasn”t doing anything overtly sexual, yet dressed as she was it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen her do.

She never turned around during the entire duration of the song. All she did was face the jukebox and wiggle her hips, snap her fingers and occasionally turn her head from side to side, which made her long hair seem to move in the same manner her hips were. When the music ended she turned around and came back to the bar and took a deep of swallow of her Margarita. Then she reached up and kissed me deep, her tongue pushing my lips apart.

My hand went to her throat and then slowly worked its way down the open channel toward the bottom button, and when I reached it I looked into her eyes and smiled. I think that was all the encouragement she needed. She helped me unbuttoned it and then pulled the shirt out of her skirt and let it hang open in front of her.

The second song had started and with a giggle she turned and went back top to juke box. It had a faster beat than the one before and now she was more animated. She was bouncing and twisting with the music and with every bounce and twist the shirt would open up exposing her beautiful globes. At first she feigned embarrassment but when she realized that she was getting away with, that the faint light had hidden her actions enough so that no one had seen as yet, she became emboldened, and by the time the song ended she was no longer bothering to cover up.

She came back to the bar to finish off her Margarita, ands before I could think of anything to say she had returned to the jukebox and was awaiting the third and finally song. As she started dancing I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye and I suddenly noticed the two pool players, Jerry and Joe, approaching the nearest table. She must have noticed their presence as well, or perhaps heard the scraping of the chairs against the floor as they moved then them out to, but all she did was smile at me and continued dancing.

This song was a slower one, but she wasn”t letting that stop her. Her breasts were baring themselves as often as before, only now she was back into the bump and grind she had displayed during the first song. I noticed that she was turning to face Jerry and Joe from time to time and I could see their eyes traveling up and down her body as she brazenly let them watch her perform the dance she was giving me.

When the song ended she hurried back to the barstool and sat down beside me. Jerry and Joe began clapping, and she suddenly seemed embarrassed. “Oh God, what they must be thinking about me? Do you think I should go over an apologize for myself?”

“No, not really,” I told her, “But if you do I think you”d better cover your tits. They”re still outside your blouse.”

“Oh, shit. I must be drunker than I thought.” She pushed them back in and when they were safely hidden she looked up and saw that Buck was looking at her from the middle of the bar. He smiled at her and she had no other option than to smile back.

“It”s after eleven,” I said. “Let”s have one more drink and then we she should start sobering up,”

“Another drink? My God, where do you put it all? I could hardly stand up while I was dancing. I warn you, another drink and I might just rape you here in the bar.”

“Promises, promises,” I said.

“Don”t laugh. With all drinking I”ve been doing I”m looser than I think I ever been before, and after with all the flashing I”ve been doing I”m hornier than hell. Who knows? I may rape you even without the drink.”

She swung around on the barstool and faced me again. Her skirt was pulled up high on her legs again and I couldn”t help but wonder if it was by accident or design. In either case, it was extremely sexy. I was just hoping that after the evening was over, once she had sobered up and the reality of a new day was upon her, her newly discovered sexuality would remain.

I motioned Buck over and I ordered us another round of Margaritas. He smiled, then turned to Helen and said, “You are an extremely beautiful woman,” he said, “and I”m glad you came into my bar tonight. Your dance was quite erotic. It made me feel young again”

She acted embarrassed again, but she took his compliment in the manner that it was given. “Thank you for saying that. I was afraid that you might find it offensive. I”ve never done anything like that before and I was kind of worried.”

He laughed. “Don”t worry about me. Your dancing was one of the highlights of my life. I was just sorry you stopped.” He was staring at her hardly concealed breasts and without thinking I pulled back both sides of her blouse and let him get a closer look at her. She squealed and quickly pulled her shirt together again, but she was laughing the whole time and generally made it known that she hadn”t minded all that much.

“Damn,” Buck said, “why did you go and hide them again? A woman as good-looking as you should pointing them puppies every chance she gets.”

“Yeah, sure,” she said, “and take the risk of getting arrested? Thanks, but no thanks.”

Buck laughed again and said, “You don”t have to worry none. Look around. There ain”t nobody here but us and three other customers. You can take it from me that THEY certainly don”t mind.”

“Well, it is warm in here,” she said as she swiveled around to face me. “I don”t care if you don”t,” she said. When I didn”t immediately respond she added, “It is getting rather hot in here.”

I answered her by saying, “Do what you want to do.” Why I opted out of the decision-making process remains a mystery to me, but deep down I didn”t think she would do it.

“Well, in that case, I will.” With no hesitation at all she took off her shirt and handed it to Buck, who took the shirt and put it under the bar.

“I”ll get you that drink now,” Buck said as he wiped his brow. He took another opportunity to stare at her bare bosom and then began mixing our drinks. He was shaking his head and whistling as he did.

“Let”s play some pool after he gets the drinks for us,” Helen said. “Doesn”t look like Fric and Frac are playing anymore.”

“That”s cause they”re watching you,” I said. “I”ll bet you five dollars that if we get up to play pool they”ll want to play too.”

“And is that so bad?” she asked with a lascivious look on her face. “I”ve never played pool with strangers while topless” she giggled.

“There”s a first time for everything,” I smiled at her and then ran my hand up her skirt and felt her bare pussy. She froze for a second, and I thought maybe she would push it away, but instead she opened her legs further apart and then put her hand on mine and pulled it further up. It suddenly occurred to me that Jerry and Joe might be seeing the same kind of show that I had seen when I had seen my fantasy couple.

I thought that when Buck came back with the Margaritas she would push my hand away, but she didn”t. Unless he was to actually lean forward and peer over the bar there was no way he could see, and as far as Jerry and Joe were concerned I really didn”t care. They were already staring at her bare boobs and so far they had been complete gentlemen. Buck set the Margarita”s in front of us I parted her folds with my finger and entered her. She looked surprised and that was all. She let me keep my finger buried to the knuckle inside her pussy as she calmly lifted her Margarita to her mouth and sipped it.

I started to reach for my wallet when Buck said, “It”s OK. They”re on the house, and when you”re ready for another just let me know.”

“Are you trying to get me falling down drunk?” Helen asked with a huge grin on her face.”

“Damn right,” he said. “Go ahead, drink up, drink up, drink up” Helen started giggling, and then the giggling turned into hysterical laughter. I knew it was the alcohol, but I hadn”t heard Helen laugh like that for years. She was having fun, and that was what it was all about, wasn”t it? It was just good-natured sophomoric fun, a time to get loose and do the things that we didn”t ordinarily do, things that we WOULN”T do under normal circumstances, things that we WANTED to do but had never found the courage. Now we found ourselves in the situation where our actions were no longer be ridiculed or chastised or punished; instead they were being rewarded, and the most wonderful part of it was that it was no longer a matter of Helen doing it for me.. Now she was doing it for herself as well. She was enjoying the game as much as I was.

When she finished laughing she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand from under her skirt. “Let”s go play some pool,” she said.

She took a drink of her Margarita and then she turned to me. “I think I need a little help getting off this stool. I don”t even know if I can stand up anymore.” I put my hands on her waist and as she slid off the stool she almost fell into my arms..

“Very unladylike,” I said.

“I tripped. Being drunk had nothing to do with it,” she explained as she quickly wrapped an arm around my waist for support. “Are we asking Fric and Frac to play?”

“You mean Jerry and Joe. Sounds fun. Just promise you”ll act ladylike around them.”

“I promise. Cross my tits and hope to die.”

With my arm around her waist we walked across room towards the pool table. Both men were staring at her semi-nude body. My paranoia had disappeared completely. It made me feel good to have them looking at her like that.

“You sober now?” asked Jerry.

“Hell no” Helen answered. “If I was sober I”d have my shirt on. So, are we gonna play pool or not?”

“Sure,” Jerry answered, “but I got to warn you that we might not play as well as we did earlier as before. We”ve never played with a topless woman before and it might affect the way we hit the balls.”

“That”s OK,” I said, “She”s never played topless before, so it”ll be a first for everybody.”

As we finished the short walk to the table Helen said to Jerry, “I want to thank you for your compliment.”

Jerry looked at her and said, “Compliment? What compliment?”

“What you said about not being able to play your best against a topless woman. I took it to mean you liked my tits. It would have been better had you referred to me as a topless “girl” but at my age I”ll settle for topless woman.” I noticed him looking at me quickly before answering her and I assumed that he was looking for a sign that I was OK with the situation, but I”ll never know because he answered her back before I could say anything.

“You”re only as old as you feel” he said, “and you”re always as young as you think.”

“I must be awful young, then. Playing pool topless is something a college girl would do. Would you believe me if I told you I was only 18?”

“No,” he said with a smile, “You got to be at least 21 to be in a bar and to drink. You”re in the bar and you”re obviously drinking so you can”t be 18.”

“How did you know I”d been drinking?” she asked with a mocking smile.

“I know this might sound rude, but after the “compliment” I gave you I suppose you would overlook my asking how old you really are?”

She looked at him and then said. “Old enough to know I shouldn”t be doing this,” she said.

“Doing what?”

“Flashing my tits in a bar. I hope you believe me when I tell you I”ve never done this before. I hope you guys don”t care.”

“Oh, it”s fine with us. I just hope that it won”t offend you if we look at them. They are definitely beautiful.”

“Oooh! Another compliment. To tell you the truth I would be offended if you didn”t look.”

Joe had been busy racking up the balls while they held their conversation, and after selecting our cues I was chosen to break the pack. I sank one ball but missed on the second shot. Joe shot second and like me sank a ball and then missed

It was Helen”s turn to shoot and it took her a long time to pick her shot. She walked all around the table twice before selecting an easy shot that she should have seen immediately. It was obvious to me that she was trying to extend the time she was in the limelight. She aimed and she missed. By the time her turn came up again nine balls had been cleared from the table and she had taken two more drinks from her Margarita. Once more she took her time looking for the best shot and once again she missed, only this time she barely managed to graze the cue ball and it wobbled off to the side and hit nothing. “I get to hit over again,” she said as she retrieved the errant ball and placed near its original spot.

“You can”t do that,” Joe said, “There”s nothing in the rules that say you can take a shot over.”

“Fuck the rules,” Helen said as she shot and sank the ball. “Live with it.” She lined up her second shot and to the surprise of us all she made it with ease. She missed sinking her next ball and Jerry went on a swept the rest of the table.

While I was racking up the balls for another game, Helen finished off the last of her Margarita and shouted for Buck to bring us some more. God, could she possibly hold more? I was surprised she could function much less shoot pool.

But shoot pool she did. Joe broke this time but failed to sink any balls. Helen followed and sank two before missing on her third shot, While Jerry was tying the score at two each, Buck came to deliver the Margaritas and I groaned when I realized that he had brought one for each of us, plus beers for Jerry and Joe. I would have to drink another one or leave it for Helen, and with as much as she had already consumed I wasn”t quite ready to let her do that. She made a big deal of his bringing them to her by wrapping her arms around him and rubbing her breasts against his shirt. I think she enjoyed that as much as he did.

When it was her turn to shoot she walked around the table again, and when she returned to her starting point I heard her mumble “Hmmm.” There really was no good shot, but Helen is not the kind of person who gives up easily. The cue ball was mid table and in order to reach the ball with the cue she needed to use the bridge. She placed the bridge on the table and then positioned the cue on the bridge.

“Tom,” she said, “would you mind giving me my panties back? Walkin” around with my tits showin” is one thing, but showin” my ass and pussy is something else. I saw Jerry and Joe look at one another and both men seemed to take a deep breath.

“Oops.” I said. “I left them in the car. I can go back and get them if you really need them.”

“It”s OK,” Joe said suddenly,. “Jerry and I”ll go to the other end of the table if you want.”

“Or we can promise to keep out eyes closed,” Jerry added quickly. He shot a nasty glance toward Joe as he spoke.

“Well, you gotta do something,” she said. “I wouldn”t want you to think I was showing off on purpose, or anything.”

“We wouldn”t think anything like that. We promise to keep out eyes closed while you shoot.”

“Just make sure you do,” she said as she turned back to study her shot. She hiked her skirt up and then lifted a knee and placed it on the edge of the table. From where I was standing I could see everything and I knew that if they were cheating they could see as well. She was wide open from the base of her spine to her lower part of her stomach. Her cheeks were open and I could see her puckered anus and well as the pink wetness of her pussy. If I hadn”t remembered that we were in a bar and that this was my wife, I would have sworn it was a photograph from one of my magazines. I quickly glanced at our opponents. There are eyes were squinting, but I knew that it was all a façade. How could any man resist the sight of a woman spreading herself open mere foot or so away from them?

I don”t know what they were thinking, but I knew my own thoughts. It was far more than what I had fantasized about and I was suddenly torn between being extremely turned on and being extremely embarrassed. I found myself debating between pulling her skirt down and covering her up, or sticking my fingers inside her and letting them watch me fingerfuck her. In the end I opted for letting her control the situation while I did nothing.

“God, I”m sorry I made you do that,” she said when she had finished shooting and had put her foot back on the floor “but I”m so drunk that I had almost forgot I wasn”t wearing panties.” She began giggling a little bit and I thought she was going to break out in laughter again, but she didn”t. “I hope no body peeked.”

“I didn”t see a thing,” Joe said.

“I didn”t look either,” Jerry said, “and I really enjoyed seeing what I didn”t see.”

That started her laughing again, but it was far from being the uncontrollable laughter she had displayed a few moments before. “I”m glad you enjoyed what you didn”t see,” she said, “and I hope you”re not going to enjoy not seeing it that way again. If you”re true gentlemen you”re going to turn your eyes away if I have to shoot that way again, but I”m too fuckin” drunk at this point to give a shit whether you see me or not. Just remember that if you see something you don”t like it”s your damn fault. You”ve been warned.”

As Jerry approached the table to shoot Helen announced that she had to pee. She took a quick sip of her Margarita and then drunkenly made her way across the bar to the bathroom. Jerry sank a ball and I sank two. Jerry scratched and then we all waited for Helen to return.

“Is she always this wild?” Jerry asked me during her absence.

“Not even close,” I answered. “She”s surprising me more than you. We”ve been married twenty years and she”s never been this loose before.”

“I hope you don”t mind us watching her. I”d hate to have you get angry at us.”

“You”re not doing anything I wouldn”t do, so don”t sweat it. If I”m going to get angry I would get angry at her, not you.”

“If you were in my place what would you do?”

“I guess I”d do exactly what you”re doing.”

“I”m not doing anything. At least not yet I”m not. I mean, how would you react if I touched her or encouraged her to do more. I don”t want to piss either one of you off, but I”d kind of like to know the ground rules.”

I was still thinking over my answer when Helen emerged from the bathroom and staggered back to the table. She was definitely wobbling from side to side as she walked and I was determined not to let her have any more of the free drinks that Buck would certainly be bringing her. Every time I had looked in his direction I had noticed his intent staring, and I knew he was watching her.

“It”s your turn again,” I said as she picked up her Margarita and drained it of the remaining alcohol.

“All ready?” he asked. “I didn”t know I”d been gone that long.”

She was looking at the table for possible shots when Jerry handed her the bridge. “Just in case you need it,” he said with a huge grin on his face”

“You”re nasty,” she said as she smiled back at him. “I”ll bet you just want to see my ass again, don”t you?”

“Of course. You”ve got a nice ass. Why wouldn”t I want to see it?”

“If I need the bridge to shoot, I”m going to use it. Right now I don”t need it. But you can see my ass if you want.” She turned away from him and lifted up the back of her skirt. She stood there for a few seconds and then dropped it down again. “Satisfied?”

“I”m never satisfied,” he answered. “Maybe I should have asked to see your pussy?”

I was somewhat shocked by the directness of his question, but not really surprised. I was even more shocked by her answer. “Maybe you should have,” she said, and with that she moved to the far side of the table and proceed to sink a ball. There were six sinkable balls still left on the table plus the dreaded eight ball. It was now Jerry”s turn and as he approached the table Helen put her hand on the front of his Jeans and then smiled. “Just wanted to see if you had an erection,” she said as she removed her hand.

“Well, do I or don”t I?” he said with a leering grin on his face.

“It felt hard to me,” she said, “but the proof is still inside your pants. Show me your dick so I know for sure.”

He paused for a moment and he looked at me out of the corner of his eye, as if asking permission. I tried to keep my face as uncommitted as possible, and when he saw that I wasn”t about to give him guidance he turned his eyes back to her and said, “Hmmmm. That”s something to ponder. Let me think about it for a while.” He chose his shot and missed. As he walked back to her side of the table he said, “I”ll make you a proposition. There are six balls on the table, four for Joe and me and two for you and Tom. It”s your husband”s shot and if your team wins then I”ll show you my dick. If Joe and I win you lean back against the table and show us your pussy. Is that a deal?”

“Hmmmm. That”s something to ponder. Let me think about it for a while.” She was throwing his statement back in his face, teasing him with the possibilities of what she may or may not accept or reject. I was surprised that in her advanced state or intoxication she would have been able to recite it back to him word for word.

I shot and as the ball I hit rolled slowly toward the hole I kept my fingers crossed it would have enough speed to fall in. It wasn”t because I wanted to see Jerry”s dick, but the idea of her spreading herself open again was making her nervous. One part of me wanted her to do it, but that was my horny side. My practical side was telling me that I should begin pulling her back, protecting her from what I now realized were HER excesses, not mine. I certainly didn”t want to wake up in the morning with her accusing me of letting them take advantage of her drunken condition, or, even worse, accusing me of doing the same. In the end the ball finally sank into the hole and I uncrossed my fingers.

“Let”s play for bigger stakes than that,” she said as she walked back to Jerry. “If YOU win you both take off ALL your clothes including your shoes, and play the next game entirely nude, and. if you”re hard I”ll make you cum. If WE win, I want you to watch my husband fuck me on the pool table and we”ll do it in any position you request. How does that sound to you?”

All three of us, Jerry, Joe, and me, all looked at her with opened mouths. This was so far beyond the pale that it scared me all over again. Suddenly the alcohol haze parted and I saw with crystal clarity the fundamental errors I had made. I had allowed her to drink way too much, and go way too far. I should have realized this long before now, but until she had made that spread-eagled shot with the bridge I was enjoying it and hadn”t the will nor the need to stop her. But now, having heard her revision to the proposed bet, I forced myself to clear my mind sufficiently to rectify the situation. As soberly as possible I said, “I think it”s time we left. Put your top on and let”s get going.”

“Go? Why should we go? Wasn”t this your fantasy?”

“It was, but it isn”t now. You”ve taken it to a much higher level. I”m not comfortable with this. Let”s leave.”

“Haven”t I turned you on enough tonight? Haven”t I acted exactly as you wanted me to act? What did I do wrong?”

“You haven”t done anything wrong. It”s just that I”ve changed my mind. You”ve satisfied my fantasy way beyond what I dreamed was possible. I”ll remember this night forever. But we have to end it now. It”s over. Get your clothes on and let”s go. Now.”

“No I”m not leaving. Who the fuck do you think you are? Who the fuck do you think I am? What gives you the right to always dictate what we do together? Before last night I would have thought I would never ever EVER do something like this, but because I knew you wanted it, I convinced myself that not only COULD I do it, I WOULD do it. Now you”re telling me that you”re angry that I went too far?”

“I”m not saying I”m angry or that you went too far. What I”m saying is that I think we should go before you DO go to far.”

“Too far by who”s standard? You wanted me to satisfy your fantasies, and I did. Now how about you satisfying mine? When do I get a say? Aren”t I just as important as you? What about what I want?”

“Helen, you don”t understand. You”ll hate me in the morning for making you do this.”

“I”ll start hating you now if you make me leave. I”m not doing it for YOU any more; I”m doing it for me. You don”t think I enjoyed this evening? It”s the first time I”ve ever let myself go this far. Maybe it was all the alcohol you kept buying for me, I don”t really know, but ever since Buck told me it was OK to get naked, I”ve been hornier than I”ve been in my entire life. When I bent over the pool table and spread my legs apart I got a rush like you wouldn”t believe. I really thought I would have orgasm just knowing that they were looking at naked ass and pussy. Regardless of what you say or do, I”m going to get fucked tonight right there on that pool table. That”s what I WANT, and if it”s not you then it will be Jerry or Joe, and if it”s not them, then I ask the Buck, and if they all reject me then I”ll just lay on the table and let everyone watch while I masturbate myself to orgasm. I”m going to pee again and then I”m going to have Buck pour me another Margarita and you”d better have an answer by the time I get back.”

In amazement I watched as she unhooked her skirt and end let it drop to the floor. Completely naked she walked across the bar and into the Ladies Room.

TO BE CONTINUED