by Steve Shadow
Rather than jumping up and moving to another seat as a lot of girls would, she just smiled.
“Yes, I do look good today. You like this outfit? I just bought it for an audition but I don’t think I did too well.”
“Oh, are you an actress?”
“Well I would like to be but right now I am still in school studying theater. I try out for all the parts available because you never know. Maybe one day I can get a real acting job.”
She seemed so open and cheerful. This was unusual in my experience on the El train. Most of the time people tended to avoid eye contact, let alone get into a conversation with someone. “Hey, my name’s Rick; It’s a real pleasure to meet you.”
She held out her small hand to me. “I’m May Monday. Don’t ask; it’s my real name.”
She said that with a cute giggle and my smile got big once again. Was this delicious creature for real or was she making use of her acting skills.
I asked her where she went to school. She named a fancy Ivy League-type university near to where I lived. I decided to risk it all and go for broke.
“Listen, May, I live near Howard and the lake, close to your dorm. If you’re not busy would you like to come to my place? Maybe we can go out and get something to eat.”
Her face broke out in a huge smile. This girl was having the most unusual effect on me. I wondered if I was falling in love. I felt a powerful magnetic pull that left me once again fighting the urge to grab her and kiss her.
“Wow, getting a date on the El train. That is so cool. Sure, I deserve a night out. I’ve been working hard and it is Friday night. Let’s do it.”
She threw her head back and tossed her hair. Her girlish laugh made my heart swell.
We exited the train and walked the two blocks to my apartment. I lived in a building which was only a few steps from Lake Michigan. If you leaned out the bedroom window you could catch a glimpse of the gray water. It wasn’t much but it was considered a place with a lake view and thus very desirable.
I led her up to my third floor place. It was small but large enough for my needs. I was trying to remember whether or not I had cleaned up this morning. It was never a great start when a girl came over and found stinky socks or dirty underwear on the couch. As I opened the door, hoping to get a good look around before I let May in, I felt her hands on my back. She shoved me hard into the front room. I had to stumble to regain my balance. I yelled, “Hey, what are you doing?”
I turned around to the sound of the door being slammed shut and the sight of May removing her blue knit top.
“Jesus, this outfit is neat but it’s just too hot. She lifted it over her head and faced me with her large breasts encased in a white lace bra. I stood there staring as she walked up to me and took my head in her hand and kissed me hard. Her right hand cupped my balls and her tongue snaked its way past my teeth and halfway down my throat.
She leaned back and looked into my eyes. I had never seen such naked lust. Her skin felt as if it were on fire. I was a little shocked but pleased as hell.
“Come on, I need it; Now. Get your clothes off; I’m dripping.”
I did not need a second invitation. I began to strip and so did she. Her bra came off and her magnificent breasts came into my hands. While I held them in admiration she was tearing at my pants. I let go of her to help. I finally got naked and she pushed me into a chair and knelt in front of me. She took me into her mouth. I nearly shot my load in an instant. I pushed her away.
“Ease up, May. Let’s get your clothes off and get in bed.”
She pouted but got up to remove her pants and underwear. She looked like Anita Ekberg in “La Dolce Vita”. She was a truly statuesque beauty and I stared in wonder as she spun around with her arms outstretched, laughing wildly.
“Like what you see? I love being naked. I go to a nudist place in Indiana. It’s great. Clothes are such a drag.”
I was grinning like a total fool. “A drag they are indeed, my dear.”
I stepped forward and cupped her lovely full ass in my hands. “Come with me,” I said, “And let us retire to the bedroom.”
Three hours later we were still sweaty and I was worn out. She, however, was insatiable and open, literally, to anything I suggested. She came up with stuff I never thought of. She was also, I learned, an acrobatic dancer and was as limber as a yoga expert. I needed water and food. I was spent but she was still laughing and full of energy. I told her we had to take a break and get something to eat.
“OK, let’s eat.” she said. “You got anything in the kitchen?”
We finally made it to the fridge. I pulled out some eggs and tomatoes and cheese and butter. While still naked she managed to brew some coffee while I made us omelets. She kept grabbing my sore dick which made cooking a perilous affair but I could have cared less. This was amazing and I could not believe my good fortune.
May and I began seeing each on a regular basis. She proved to be intelligent and great company. She was originally from New Jersey. She was also a little spoiled and could be insistent and petulant when she did not get her way. She was also the most sensual person I have ever met. Everyone and everything turned her on. She was an amazing reader of people and could sense the sexual vibes that came off whoever she met. She was always bringing home bisexual girls for us to play with. She also met a lot of couples that were looking for new partners to have sex with in a safe environment. How she sensed all this I do not know. All I knew was that I couldn’t get enough. I had always scoffed at the notion of sex addiction. But she proved me wrong. I was hooked. Sex was all I thought about day and night.
As each day passed I wondered how long could this affair last? I had panic attacks, imagining that I would never see her again. My classes suffered and my work suffered. The two black girls that I had been seeing from the admissions office kept asking me what was wrong. During one of these dual interrogations in the cafeteria I suddenly realized that they knew about each other.
“Wait a minute,” I said. “How long have you two known that I was seeing both of you? I thought I was being so careful.”
They both laughed. Loreena was a heavy set woman a few years older than me. Minnie was skinny as a rail and had straightened hair which she dyed a reddish color. They both seemed to only want some ofay sex on the side and that was the limit of their interest in me.
“Honey,” said Loreena. “Minnie and me have known each other for years. We ain’t got any secrets. Matter of fact, until you started actiin’ so squirrelly, we was goin’ to suggest a little 3 way action.”
I was shocked. I would never have suspected. I hemmed and hawed and tried to talk my way around my involvement with May. I wasn’t sure of the reason but I did not want them to know about her. Maybe it was a premonition or maybe it was something else. I told them that I was under a lot of pressure to finish my dissertation and prepare for my orals next month. I think I convinced them and promised that we would get back in action as soon as my dissertation was finished and my orals were over. They seemed a bit skeptical but bought it in the end.
May and I had been running together for almost six months. She told me her birthday was coming up next month. She was excited because she was turning 21 and would now be of legal age to drink. I asked her what she wanted for her birthday. She looked pensive. She turned her head to the side, which she always did when she was thinking.
“I’m not sure. I will have to think about it. Can I have anything I want?”
I chuckled. “Well you can have anything within reason but not if it costs a lot; you know I ain’t rich and we have been living a little high on the hog lately.”
“Oh, I’ll make sure it is something you can afford and enjoy as well.”
Now my curiosity was running wild. I was imagining all kinds of scenarios.
After a quiet Saturday night of sex and wine at my place May dropped the bomb. We were propped up in bed watching late night television when she leaned over and pinched me.
“Hey, take it easy,” I said. “That hurts.”
She grinned up at me. “I have decided what I want for my birthday.”
“OK, what is it?”
“I want to have a sex party with you and two black girls.”
My heart skipped a beat. Just how in hell did she learn about Loreena and Minnie?
“Really,” I said to her. “Are you sure? And just who are these two black girls you want to party with?”
“Hell, I don’t know. You have to find them. Not much chance of meeting any at my lily white school. That’s what I want and you better not disappoint me.”
My mind was racing to figure out a way of satisfying her birthday wish. Hell, I guess I could ask the girls at work. If they were into three ways maybe they would be up for a four way.
“I will see what I can do. This is a tall task you have set for me, my dear.”
She smiled up at me as she bent over my crotch. “I’m sure my knight in shining armor can rise to the occasion.”
Well, I was certainly able to rise to that occasion.
At work on Monday I asked the girls to go out for a drink. Five PM rolled around and we headed downstairs to the local bar we always went to under the El tracks. It was funky and cheap and catered to the students. I got us a pitcher of beer and I squeezed in between them.
“So what’s the deal, Rick?” Loreena slyly asked. “You ready for that threesome we talked about?”
I put my hands on their inner thighs and began to rub my way up their slacks. “Girls, I got an offer to make to you both. I have a friend, well more than a friend, who is celebrating her 21st birthday. I promised her a present and what she wants is to get it on with the three of us. Now don’t get mad, I’m only asking.”
They looked at each other and laughed. “Hold on a minute,” said Minnie. “How does she know about us? Have you been flapping your gums about stuff that should be private?”
I held up my hands. “No, she does not know about you. She just wanted to have sex with two black women and, well, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask.”
No one said anything for a long time. “Just what does this white girl look like?”
“Glad you asked, Minnie. Here, I got a picture.”
I showed them a Polaroid I had of May posing topless in skintight jeans.
“Whoa,” said Loreena. “That is some good looking girl.”
“Lemme’ see that picture,” said Minnie, snatching it out of Loreena’s hand.
She studied the photo at length and then whistled. “Hot damn, but that is one fine looking white woman.” She looked at Loreena. “What you think, girl; you up for this?”
“Sure, why not. Hey Rick, are you going to provide some wine and some reefer. If this is going to be a birthday party then let’s make it a real party.”
I could not believe my luck. I turned and kissed them both. We all started laughing at the same time. I told them I would call May and set up a date. I was all set to leave but they made me stay and buy them dinner. I figured it was the least I could do.
The next day I saw May and told her the news. She literally jumped up and down with delight. She wrapped her arms around me and rammed her tongue down my throat. “Oh Rick, I knew you could do it. When’s the party? How about Friday night? You can bring them here. Oh God, I can’t wait, I am so hot just thinking about it. Fuck me now, please, do it, do it.”
She was ripping her clothes off in a frenzy. We coupled like animals with only seconds to live. Jesus but she was like no one I had ever met. This was only Monday but I knew I had to conserve my strength if I was going to take on all three of them on Friday.
We finished up. I took May out for some dinner and then I drove her to the dorm and begged out of another session saying I had to prepare a paper for my class. When I got home I threw some Chet Baker on the turntable to mellow out a little. Listening to Chet sing has a narcotic effect on me. His voice is so pure, like his horn playing; clean, straight lines with no vibrato. I opened some wine and lit up a joint. I did not think that life could be any better.
Friday finally came and the evening was unbelievable. The girls really got into each other in an intense way with no preliminary awkwardness. It was some birthday party. We went at it all night. I think we re-enacted the entire Kama Sutra. I must have crashed about 5 in the morning. When I awoke it was 3 in the afternoon. I was alone. My body ached all over and my cock was as sore as hell. I was glad everyone was happy and that May had gotten her birthday wish. I called her dorm but whoever answered said she was not in. Well, that was just as well as I needed time to recover and I did have school work to do.
I found it all but impossible to concentrate on anything. Scenes from the previous night kept invading my brain. They ran on a continuous loop and got me excited all over again despite my fatigue. All I could think of was a repeat performance.
I gave up trying to do any more work and just sat and drank beer and thought of future orgies. I nodded out again. If I had any dreams, they remain forgotten. I did not care because my reality was now better than any dream I had ever had.
I was unable to get hold of May that week-end. On Monday as soon as I hit the office I approached Loreena and Minnie with a big grin and a big hello. They were polite and genial but did not react the way I thought they might.
“I hope you had as great a time as I did.” I said to them.
“Yeah, Rick. We both want to thank you for introducing us to May. Me and Minnie sure dig her a lot.”
“Well,” I said. “Maybe we can arrange an encore. How does that sound?”
“Not as good as it sounds to you.” Said Minnie. She turned and looked at Loreena. They both nodded at each other. I wondered what the hell was going on.
‘Listen Rick, after we left your place we brought May back to my apartment.” said Minnie, “You were zonked out when we left. We had us some week-end. That girl is rich and she don’t not mind spending the coin.”
“Rich? She always told me she was broke. I been spending every cent I got on her.”
“Ain’t that a shame for you. I do believe she was probably worth every penny. But that’s no never mind. Thing is, Rick, she is with us now. We all decided that you men are more trouble than you’re worth. Look at us. You just after some sweet black pussy; that’s all we are to you. And that is all she was to you. Well we three have fallen in love and we are moving in together. She is gonna’ finish school this spring and us ladies are going to take over this town. We are going into business together. Her daddy is some big deal in the newspapers. He is going to get us modeling jobs. We are going on auditions next week. That girl is a go-getter and we just got all kinds of ideas.
I sat down in utter surprise. They seemed to know more about May in one week-end than I did in months. Of course I was never too curious. It was the sex that kept me enthralled with her.
“Wait a minute,” I said. “You three fell in love, moved in, and have gone into business together? And this all happened in one week-end? Are you ladies kidding me?”
“We ladies don’t waste time. We got a plan for success; we ain’t no lay about do-nothing like you.”
I could only shake my head in confusion and dismay. I was crushed.
I never did see May again, at least not in person. Within two weeks both Loreena and Minnie had left the Admissions Office. I was at a total loss and almost went into withdrawal from lack of May Monday. Within months I began seeing the three of them in print ads for all sorts of feminine products. They were even on local television being interviewed in their latest incarnation as The New Oreo’s. They sang and did comedy.
I kind of sunk into a depression. I dropped my grad courses and could barely muster the energy to do my work. I lost interest in most everything and spent countless hours thinking about May and the things we had done together. I wasn’t even 30 and I felt used up and thought that my life was over. It took me a long t
ime to climb out of that funk and get on with my life.
Since then I often ask myself the question: Is it better to just have the fantasy or to live it. Shit, I don’t know. What I do know is that once you have what you always wanted and then you lose it, well, the hurt never leaves.
THE BALLAD OF PRETTY BOY
INTRO
Jesus, but he was something, like Burt Lancaster when he played The Crimson Pirate. He walked in a room and you could feel the energy. He smiled and it was as if the sun had just come out from behind a cloud. Fine features framed by long blond hair. He had a chiseled physique and a bounce to his step. He was always in motion and always laughing. He shone like a movie star. His name was Mickey.
FIRST VERSE
Shelly, an old neighbor of mine had called me up. We had lived next door to each other in the Chicago suburbs a few years ago. I had an intense affair with her room mate, an English au pair. When Jill got pregnant by the father of the child she was caring for, she lost her position and moved in with Shelly until the baby was born. That is when I met her. She gave the child up for adoption and we took up together. After a few months she got terribly homesick and returned to England. I, heart-broken and sad, moved into the city. Shelly and I had kept in touch, speaking every few months, mostly about Jill and her problems. Shelly and I remained just friends as I found her a little too messed up for my tastes. She had grown up traveling the world. Her father was a diplomat and not very present or kind as a parent. Her folks divorced when she was in her teens and she had stayed with her mother who was a useless alcoholic. Her father rejected her and she had been on her own for years. She was a bright and pretty young woman but a patina of sadness seemed to coat her soul. This was not what I needed being a bit of a depressive myself.