Follow You Down (Farfalla Book 1)

by Ted Persinger

  And that did help. But what was also making me nervous was Keiko’s beauty. She was so slender, and her jet-black hair was lustrous and long, reflecting any light nearby. Her eyes would disappear as she smiled. She was so gorgeous…probably still is. I had to admit I was very excited about doing more with her. At the same time, I had never been with a woman one-on-one, and the only time I had ever touched a woman was last week during our encounter. So this was very new to me, and I couldn’t stop my knees from shaking.

  “So how do you feel about the life so far, Rachel?” She was looking right at me, sipping her Coke.

  “Well, it’s a lot at once, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t enjoyed so much of it so far.” I couldn’t hold eye contact with her. “Still, my only real encounter was last week…” How does one say, I enjoyed having sex with you and your husband?

  I was surprised at how matter-of-factly she was able to discuss it. “But you didn’t feel guilty after, did you? Sometimes that first one can be an emotional challenge.”

  “Well, I think I did the next morning…I was worried about how David would feel about me the next morning. But everything seemed fine.”

  “That’s good.”

  “And I was a bit sore…down there…”

  “Oh yeah, that takes some getting used to. When we first started dating, Mark took me to a club, and I had three guys at once. I could barely move the next day.” She took a bite of her sandwich.

  “Seriously?”

  “Yeah.”

  She seemed so calm about it…so relaxed. I had never met anybody like her. “Well, how did Mark feel about that?”

  “Oh, Mark is a cuck, so he got off on it.”

  “Cuck?”

  She lowered her voice. “You know, cuckold.”

  “What is that? I heard David use that term…I don’t understand it.”

  She spoke softly. “Oh, you don’t know? Technically, a cuckold is a guy whose wife is cheating on him. But in the life a cuck is a guy who gets off on watching his woman have other men. I don’t know if there’s a female equivalent…”

  “So Mark enjoyed it?”

  “Oh God, yeah…he loves it when I do other men. I think he enjoys it more than anything else. It turns him on immensely.”

  “I guess David is one also, because he said he enjoyed seeing me and…” Crap! I still hadn’t got my head around the idea that I was talking to a woman whose husband I had slept with.

  “You and Mark?”

  My face was burning. “Yeah.”

  “It’s okay, Rachel.” She put her hand on mine in a comforting way, though she held it there a bit. “I’ve seen him with many girls. I guess I’m a female cuck. I like it.” She was so relaxed about it. So calm. It was hard for me to imagine the types of things we were talking about.

  “You like it?”

  “Sure. I like most things. There’s very little I won’t do. Pain and bondage aren’t my first choices, but I’ve even tried them. Enjoyed it a bit now and then too. How about you?” She took a bite from her kosher pickle, snapping it on purpose.

  “Me?”

  “Yeah, is there anything you don’t like?”

  “Well, I don’t know…I’m still figuring it out I guess. I haven’t done much.”

  “Well, think about it for a minute. How did you feel when I was with David?” She took another bite of her sandwich…she seemed like she could be talking about the weather.

  “Well, I have to admit I was a bit stunned at first.”

  “Yeah? Were you jealous?”

  “Yeah, I felt a bit of that.”

  “Angry?”

  “Probably.”

  “But then you were able to let it go, right?”

  “Yeah, it kinda…I don’t know…”

  “Made you more excited too, didn’t it? Made you hotter to do Mark?” She had no boundaries, I now knew. Just imagine if someone was overhearing our conversation!

  “I guess…yeah…”

  “Yeah, those feelings of jealousy and anger also make for terrific sex. It’s part of the thrill. The fact that you worked through it and enjoyed the night says you’ll be fine. Many women can’t do what you’ve already adjusted to. The fact that we’re here eating lunch instead of you pulling my hair tells me you’re gonna like the life.”

  “You think so?”

  “Sure. The first time I saw Mark with another woman, I cried.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. I got over it, though.” She smiled broadly.

  “So may I ask you something, Keiko?”

  “Of course, Rachel. Ask me anything.”

  “How often have you been with women?”

  “Well, this isn’t my first time.” She winked.

  “I’m sorry, that might have been a bad question.” Women hate when men ask us how many times we’ve “done it” or how many men we’ve slept with, yet here I was asking her the same thing, in a sense.

  “No, it’s okay. I guess I have to think back. I’ve probably been with twenty women or so. I haven’t kept track.”

  “Twenty! That’s more than I would’ve thought.”

  “Is that too many?” She batted her eyes, feigning innocence.

  “Oh, that’s not what I mean. I guess I’m still grappling with the idea if being with a woman makes me a lesbian or bisexual. I don’t quite know what to think about what I am for having these feelings. I don’t know what people would call me if they found out. Like my family. What will people say if this gets around?” I scanned around the room, and wondered if anybody could hear what we were speaking about. Nobody seemed to be listening, and there was enough of a hum in the room to cover our soft voices.

  “Oh, honey, don’t do that to yourself.”

  “Do what?”

  “Don’t try to assign labels. Don’t let other people describe you. You are just you. I don’t let anybody tell me what I am. Lesbian? Bi? I don’t let someone else tell me what I am or limit what I can do. If I want a man, I’m with a man. If I want a woman, I’m with a woman. I think we’re all somewhere between straight and gay, or whatever. Nobody is one hundred percent straight and nobody is one hundred percent gay. We’re all on sliding scales, and they change at times. Four years ago, I would’ve never thought about being with a woman. Now, I like it. Next year, I might stop. I just do what I want and to Hell with anybody who doesn’t like it.”

  “I wish I were as strong as you.”

  “You will be, if you first stop caring what others think. Be yourself. Enjoy yourself. Do whatever feels comfortable. You’re you…you’re Rachel. Nobody else should be able to attach a label to you.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Now, I said that having just called Mark a cuck, didn’t I?” And she started snickering.

  “Yeah, I guess you did!”

  “So now I’m a hypocrite!” She laughed aloud now. She didn’t care that others might hear what she was saying. I loved her confidence. “But you see what I mean, I hope. Don’t get caught up with what others will try to say about you. Just enjoy what feels good. Set your own boundaries. Like I do with BDSM.”

  “BDSM”

  “That’s all that bondage stuff. I guess it stands for ‘bondage and discipline, sadism, and masochism.’ I don’t really like all that, though I did let a lover handcuff me once. That was about four months ago.”

  “A lover?”

  “Yeah.”

  “So it wasn’t Mark?”

  “No.” She was getting our check.

  “Was this at a club?”

  “No.” She was paying our check. I noticed her wallet was very full.

  “Well, details?”

  “Let’s walk outside and I’ll share.”

  We grabbed our purses and were out the door. It was so humid outside. Hot New York days can suck the life right out of you, and this was one of those days.

  Once outside, she continued. “So sometimes in the life you go beyond swapping. Mark and I can solo sometimes.”


  “Solo?”

  “Yeah, I can have a boyfriend and he can have a girlfriend, or whatever mix of genders we want. We’ll go out, do things separately, and then share our experiences after. Kinda like what you and I are doing...”

  I hadn’t thought about us in this sense, but now that I considered it, I realized I was out with a man’s wife.

  “Let’s walk over to the park, okay?” Keiko asked.

  “Okay.”

  Though hot, the tree-lined walks always felt nice. The shade trees helped, and it seemed to generate enough breeze to make it just cool enough. As we crossed Central Park West to enter it, Keiko grabbed my hand and pulled me across the street. Her hand was so soft and it felt so good to touch her again. It wasn’t so long ago David and I had our crazy evening not too far from here.

  Once across, we entered the park and walked along the path. I didn’t pay attention to where we were going.

  “Keiko, I have something I need to discuss with you.”

  “Sure, Rachel, what’s up?”

  We were walking slowly, shoulder to shoulder. “I’ve never been with a woman before…except last week when you and I…I mean…”

  “I know, honey.” She again took my hand. She didn’t let go.

  “I mean, I don’t know ‘how’ with just a woman. Last week we had the men there. I don’t know how women ‘do it’ by themselves.”

  “Oh, that’s the best part…the how.” She turned her beautiful eyes to me and smiled.

  “What?”

  “Yeah, honey…” I was beginning to love how she called me ‘honey.’ “The best part of girl sex is the how. With men, it’s always rush rush rush…get it in, get it off…which is okay…I like that urgency. But with a woman, it’s totally different. We take our time. We start and stop and start again. It’s wonderful. I sometimes enjoy it more than being with a man.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. You’ll see. We don’t have to worry about anything. We can just be ourselves. We take turns. It’s a beautiful thing. I’m getting horny just thinking about it,” she said with a smile.

  “I have to admit I’m still nervous.”

  “Don’t be. Remember that I’m a woman. If you tell me to stop, there won’t be any hard feelings. There won’t be any judgment. We do exactly what we want and we go as long as we want. You can ask for anything or say no to anything…the only rules are the ones we make.” She was still holding my hand, and I loved it. I couldn’t care less about what anybody would’ve thought of us.

  “Will you tell Mark about it afterward?”

  “Of course…we share everything. You’ll tell David, too, right?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Of course you will. He’s your man. Believe me, men love the ‘girl-girl’ thing. He’ll want to know every juicy detail. But here’s our rule…we only share what we want to share. We’re women, and we keep some things secret. So remember when he asks, you only tell him what’s in your heart to tell him.”

  “I hadn’t thought of it that way.”

  “And remember to titillate him…men love the tease…the buildup. Tease him with the story.”

  “I don’t know what you mean.” God I had so much to learn!

  “Don’t come home and say, ‘We did this and this and this…’ He wants you to build it up. Men are excited by the thought of women together, so tease him. Extend the story. Add any details you want to make him horny. He’ll reward you with very hot sex!”

  “How will you tell it to Mark?”

  “Oh, Mark will sit next to me like a puppy, waiting for me to play out the story for him. So I’ll build him up.” She took on a sultry, breathy voice, like a whisky-soaked jazz singer. “‘First we ate lunch. I was looking into her eyes. I couldn’t stop staring at her beautiful face. She looked so sexy in her short skirt.’ Like that. He’ll be so disappointed if I say, ‘We ate lunch, walked in Central Park, and then had sex.’ That’s not what he wants. He wants the story.”

  “Were you staring at my face over lunch?”

  “Of course, honey. Believe me, I’m so attracted to you.” My heart rate picked up, and I know my palm was sweaty against her cool hand.

  “You are?”

  “Oh yeah. Why do you think I asked to meet you?”

  It was so nice to hear a beautiful woman tell me she was attracted to me. What woman doesn’t want to be desired? “I’m so attracted to you, Keiko. You’re so gorgeous.”

  “Then why are we walking in the park? Why don’t we get out of here and get naked?” Her directness surprised me…and excited me.

  “Where should we go? David’s home today. Is Mark at home?”

  “He is, but don’t worry. I have a room at the Plaza.”

  “The Plaza?”

  “Yeah, you don’t mind, do you?”

  “It’s so expensive.”

  “I want our first time to be special.”

  “Okay, let’s get a taxi.”

  We hadn’t ventured far from the street, and we were back to it in a minute. A quick cab ride and we were at the Plaza, at the southeast edge of Central Park. As we got out, I could feel my whole body shaking. I mentally scolded myself for still being so nervous about everything. Keiko just smiled at me, took me by the hand, and led me to the elevator. I was too drunk with nervous excitement to notice how beautiful the hotel was.

  Inside the elevator, she pointed to the mirrors around us. “Look at how beautiful we are, Rachel.” I looked in the mirror. I saw our contrasts. My darker skin. My long, curly, twisted, unruly hair. Next to me was a smaller, petite Japanese woman. Her hair was shiny and straight. Her features were regal. As I looked at us, she reached up and touched my cheek. When I turned to face her, she kissed me on the lips…so delicately. As her soft lips touched mine, I felt a shock through my body.

  We reached our floor, and she took me directly to the room. She knew where to go. She produced the key from her purse, and opened the door. I hadn’t realized we would be in a suite. It had a large open living room with three rooms off to the side, all lavishly appointed; I couldn’t believe I was in a suite at the Plaza. This was how rich people lived! I was used to living much more modestly. I hadn’t thought about it until that moment, but Mark was a professional football player, so they were probably doing quite well.

  We put our purses down, took off our shoes, and then Keiko took my hand. “Let me show you the bedroom.” She didn’t mince words, this one! She pulled me to the lavish bedroom. A large four-poster bed with white duvet and sheets was ahead.

  “Do you mind if I shower quickly? It was hot outside.”

  “No, I don’t mind. I need one too.” I was suddenly self-conscious about having been sweating.

  “Do you want to take one together?”

  Another new experience for me. “Sure.”

  We moved to the bathroom. A large brass-and-glass shower stall awaited us there. The bathroom was larger than my bedroom at home. Keiko started the water. I could only look at her. I was too shy to start stripping. After she got the water going, she immediately pulled off her Beatles top then unfastened her bra. Her beautiful breasts had my eyes riveted. She then realized I hadn’t gotten undressed.

  “Rachel, you’re not still shy around me, are you?” she asked, sliding down her shorts. Oh, how I wanted to touch and kiss her body.

  “Well, a little, I guess…” I made a half-hearted attempt to remove my top, but my hands were shaking.

  She stepped forward to me. Her eyes were digging into mine…her eyes controlled me. She took my trembling hand, and placed it on her soft breast. She put her hand behind my neck and pulled my face to hers. Our mouths met, and her tongue pushed past my lips. Her soft, lightly damp breast felt so good to touch. I wanted her. I could feel my kiss getting stronger, and pushing against her lips. I wanted her…badly.

  She pulled away. “There’s my girl. Now, let me get you out of these clothes.” She started pulling at my top, and I now wanted everything off. She reac
hed behind me and unfastened my bra. As my breasts fell out, she took one in her mouth and sucked on it ever so gently. I pulled her face against it, and she bit me softly. I was instantly hot and ready. I wanted to be naked with her so badly.

  “Let’s get in the shower, honey,” she said. My skirt and panties flew off, as if on their own. She was naked also, and stepped into the shower first.

  Once again, I was captivated by her beautiful, soft, milky-white skin. Her dark triangle of hair seemed so light, yet dark against her whiteness. As the water hit her, her nipples hardened. She beckoned me in, and I stepped in next to her. The warm water felt so wonderful against me. Our breasts touched, and the electricity of her skin on mine caused me to shudder. The warm water and her cool skin felt so natural…so clean. I wondered how I could’ve ever felt weird or dirty about her…and us. I wondered how I could’ve been hesitant to be with her. Together, we were pure. Together we were soft. Our breasts rubbed against each other. Our eyes stayed focused on each other. Our smiles and giggles felt so natural, like two innocent children running in a field of grass. Like the only two people on the planet, standing under a waterfall and being washed by nature.

  Keiko produced the soap, and began to lather my breasts. Then she lathered her own. When both were soapy, she pressed her breasts against mine. The slippery soap created such an incredible sensation. My nipples were harder than I ever imagined they could be. The softness and firmness of her breasts against mine made me dizzy. I had to twist my legs against each other in a desperate attempt to put pressure on my clitoris.

  And then she put the soap between my legs. I wondered if she could feel how wet I was down there. She slipped the soap against me. She then used her other hand to slide the soap all over me. I was aching for her to put her fingers in me. I opened myself to her, inviting her in. She licked her lips as she slipped first one, then two fingers inside my opening. I felt the familiar hot waves burning through me. I began to gasp…I thought I would have an immediate orgasm.

  “No you don’t,” she scolded. I looked up…eyes refocusing…I had been so close I had already lost myself in it. “Don’t come yet, honey…I want you to come on my mouth.”