Androdgyny--An Erotic Memoir

by Lee Dorsey

  "Thank you for your advice. I don’t want to take any more of your time. I’ll be back in three weeks.” We stood and shook hands. I left the theater and stepped onto the street. Once again, making my way back to the hotel was laborious.

  When I arrived back at the hotel, sitting in the lobby waiting for my return was Jenny reading a newspaper. I walked over to where she was sitting. "Are you waiting for me?”

  She looked up, put the paper down and smiled. "Yes. I thought we could go through the real-estate section. Maybe check off a few places we might want to investigate tomorrow.”

  "That’s a good idea. I would like to find a place to live as soon as possible. I don’t want to stay in New York any longer than necessary.” There was a small table and two chairs in the corner of the lobby. We moved over to that area and sat down. We placed the newspaper on the table. There were several advertisements circled. Jenny had done her homework before I arrived. We took each one and discussed the pros and cons. Finally, we narrowed it down to two. We agreed to look at them the next day.

  Sitting next to Jenny, I was getting vibrations from her that she was finding me attractive. On a few occasions while looking at the newspaper our hands touched. More times than not, our hands stayed over the other for more time than would be socially acceptable. To me, that was a signal that she was finding me desirable. When we were sitting next to each other on the flight to New York, I didn’t pay too much attention to her physically. I noticed that she had an attractive face and a nice smile. Now, I was sizing up the rest of her physique. She had medium size breasts. She was wearing slacks that presented her legs and especially her thighs in an advantageous manner. When we finished looking through the real-estate ads, I invited her to have dinner with me.

  Jenny said that she would like to freshen up. "Would you mind if I took a shower in your room?”

  I suggested that we have a drink before going upstairs. There was a restaurant off the lobby. We stood and walked into the lounge. There wasn’t anyone else at the bar or at the tables. The bartender came around the bar. He showed us to a table. He asked us if we knew what we would like to drink. I ordered a glass of red wine. Jenny ordered a martini. We sat there and explained our backgrounds to each other. After a lot of conversation and several drinks, we began to get personal. I asked the big question. "What is your sexual preference?”

  She looked at me with a questionable expression. She cast her eyes down for a second. Then looking at me directly in the eye, she confessed she found me to be very attractive.

  "I confess I have had sexual experiences with both sexes. At first, I found it confusing. Now I accept ‘I can love the one I’m with,’ as the lyrics in the song goes.”

  I put my hand over hers. She wrapped her fingers over the back of my hand. We sat that way while we had a final drink. Eventually, I said, "Let’s go.”

  We walked into the lobby and took the elevator to my room. When we walked in and closed the door, I handed Jenny one of the bathrobes that was provided by the hotel. I suggested that we get undressed. I didn’t have to say it twice. She immediately began to shed her clothing. As we disrobed, I had an opportunity to observe her body. She was well proportioned. I was beginning to fantasize about what it was going to be like when we had sex. I was confident that having sex with her was eventually going to come to fruition. I could see myself having a long term relationship with her. When she released her bra, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She stepped out of her panties. As she turned her back to me to put on her bathrobe, I had an opportunity to observe her well-formed voluptuous ass. I had this urge to drop to my knees, put my hands around both cheeks and bury my face into her pussy. Liquid from my vagina began to run down my leg. It was embarrassing. I slipped into my bathrobe before Jenny could observe my liquid passion.

  We walked together into the bathroom. I asked her if she would like to shower alone.

  She replied, "I would rather shower with you.”

  I turned on the water. I placed my hand under it until the temperature was just right. We glanced at each other as we simultaneously discarded the robes. Jenny stepped into the shower first. I followed. I picked up the wash cloth and soap. Then I began to wash her back. I couldn’t keep my hands off her ass. I washed her completely down her back including her legs. I reached between her thighs with the cloth and moved it back and forth. I could tell she was enjoying the anal massage. After allowing me to stimulate her, she turned her body around and faced me. I was down on my knees when she made the move. My face was even with her pubic hair. I continued to wash her legs and feet. My next move was to slowly make my way up to her thighs. She made a movement to open her thighs to allow me better access to the erogenous zones just beneath her pubic region. My pussy was dripping wet. It wasn’t from the shower. I let my soapy fingers lightly run over her folds. She began a movement as if she wanted me to insert one or more of my fingers into her. After teasing her for a few moments, I complied with her sign language. I let two of my fingers slip into her vagina. She put her hands on the back of my head and began to press my face into her vagina. I allowed my nose to do all the work. There was too much soap in that area for me to use my tongue. I decided to reserve that action for after we completed our shower and dried off.

  I stood and faced her without removing my well placed fingers. I placed my other hand behind her ass. She moved her body into me as my fingers slipped in with an in and out motion. As she was having an orgasm, her vaginal muscles clamped down hard on my fingers. She put her lips on mine and I slipped in my tongue. We held that position throughout the rapture of her sexual pleasure.

  I turned off the water. I removed my fingers. I reached for the towel hanging just outside the shower door. I draped the towel over her head to dry off the excess water. Then I rubbed the towel over the rest of her body until she was completely dry. I handed the towel to her. She repeated the process on me. We stepped out of the shower and stood in front of the mirror. I was standing in back of her. I reached around and took both of her breasts in my hands. I began to fondle them. My right hand slid down her body. When I reached her erogenous zone, I titillated the folds. She turned into me and we kissed again, passionately. When we broke the embrace, we stepped into the bedroom.

  I opened my suitcase. I took out a six inch dildo I had used when Anthony, Claire and I were a threesome. Jenny watched me as I strapped it on. I turned her around and draped the upper part of her body over the bed. Her beautiful ass was presented to me for the taking. I took a tube of KY lubricant from the suitcase, and then I applied it generously to the dildo. Squeezing a generous amount into my hand, I applied it to her vagina and between the cheeks of her ass. Jenny was waiting in anticipation for me to enter her. I put the dildo against her folds and began to move it horizontally. I could tell by the sounds she was making that she wanted the entire six inches inserted. I accommodated her. It slid in very easily. I could tell by the tightness that she was a virgin. This was the first time, in my opinion; she had anything inserted that far up her vagina. I began to move in and out. She moved back and forth in frenzied gyrations. She loved every inch of it. I lost track of the number of orgasms she had experienced. I leaned over her and whispered in her ear.

  "The second part of this experiment will introduce you to yet another world of pleasure. Are you game to give it a try?”

  "I’ll try anything once,” she said in her sexual delirium.

  I slowly pulled the dildo out. Then I applied another application of the KY. She was lying very still in anticipation of what I was going to do next. I placed the dildo between the cheeks of her ass. Slowly and methodically, I moved it in the same way Anthony did to me the first time we had anal sex.

  When Anthony inserted his penis into my anus, I experienced a certain amount of pain. Anthony, however, was very gentle. He was the master of ass fucking. Once he had Claire and I kneel on the bed, side by side. First, he would do me and then he would turn his attention to Claire. He had a technique. As he w
as inserting his penis in my ass, he would reach around with a wet finger and titillate my clit. The orgasms I would experience were second to none. Claire and I once compared notes. We both agreed that it was the ultimate in orgasmic pleasure.

  I could tell from her reaction, she was experiencing the same pain and pleasure that I had experienced the first time Anthony did me. My movement was gentle. That is the key to successfully introducing someone to that method of having sex. My technique was paying off. I could feel her building to an orgasm. When it happened, it was more like an explosion. Her vagina filled my hand with a stream of liquid. It came out like it was discharged from a garden hose. I was happy I could satisfy her. I introduced her to a new way of making love.

  When we finished our love making session, neither of us had any energy to continue. Jenny was collapsed halfway on the bed. I removed the dildo, picked up her legs and deposited her supine with her head on the pillow. I climbed alongside her. I took her in my arms and we both fell into a deep sleep.

  When I finally awoke from my slumber, Jenny was still sleeping. I got up and checked the time. It was seven o’clock. As I was dressing, I noticed Jenny open her eyes.

  "That was some lesson you taught me about making love,” she said in her seductive voice.

  "Are you hungry? I responded.

  "I’m famished,” she said.

  I put on a pair of jeans and a pullover. I offered Jenny a clean top if she wanted to borrow it. She refused and put the clothes back on she had previously worn. We took the elevator down to the lobby and stopped at the entrance of the hotel restaurant. The maître d recognized us from earlier that evening. He smiled and indicated with a gesture to follow him. He sat us at a table with a generous amount of surface. Our waiter arrived and took our drink orders. About the time he returned with the drinks, two young men dressed in business suits sat down at the table next to ours. One of them looked in our direction as he was being seated. Then he leaned into the other one and said something. The second one smiled. He looked over to see what his friend had just described. I was feeling adventurous. I said to the young man closest to me, "Would you and your friend care to join us?”

  He looked at his friend. They nodded their heads in the affirmative. Jenny and I stood and extended our hands to them. "My name is Androgyny and this is my friend Jenny. And how can we address the two of you?” I asked.

  The taller of the two said his name was George. The other one told us that his name was Buck. We began some small talk by exchanging why the four of us were in New York. George and Buck had recently graduated from College. They had been hired by one of the large software companies. They had just started a twelve-week training program.

  When it came our turn to tell them why we were in New York, I spoke up. I told them a little white lie. "We are going to be working at a Broadway theatre doing understudy parts. We’re professional actresses,” I convincingly said.

  "Are the two of you residing at the hotel,” George inquired.

  "We will be staying at the hotel for a few days until we can locate permanent digs,” I announced. Jenny and I looked at each other and smiled.

  "We are going to be rooming together for as long as we’re in New York,” Jenny informed them.

  The waiter brought the young men their drink order. Buck made a toast. "May the four of us be successful in our new careers?” Everyone replied by saying, "Amen.”

  We ordered dinner. We had an enjoyable evening exchanging information about ourselves. George lived in Boston and Buck was from Houston, Texas. Buck had a slight drawl in his voice. It was kind of sexy.

  When we finished our dinners, we had several more rounds of drinks. At one point, George, who was sitting closest to me, put his hand on my thigh under the table. I wasn’t sure, but I think Buck was exploring Jenny under the table as well. I decided to give George a dose of his own medicine. I reached over his hand and put my fingers between his legs. I began to stroke his semi hard penis. It didn’t take long before he was fully erect. After a few minutes, he leaned over and whispered in my ear.

  "Let take this party back to my room?”

  I took a slight pause before responding. "That sounds like a plan.”

  He looked over at Buck and winked his eye. "We are going to go to my room and look at my etchings.”

  We got up from the table and walked into the lobby. I asked him if he had any condoms. He said that he usually lets the woman provide the protection. "Well, this woman doesn’t. So, if you want to get any action upstairs you had better purchase some,” I emphatically said.

  There was a pharmacy just off the hotel lobby. He was in luck, it was still open. We walked up and down the aisles searching. After about the third trip, we came upon a rather large display of condoms in every size and color.

  Turning to me, he facetiously said, "What size should I purchase?”

  I knew a stupid question like that deserved a stupid answer. So I said, "For you, the smaller the better.” He knew that I had one upped him. He smiled and picked one of the more recognizable brands. He paid for the condoms and we left the pharmacy.

  George had a room one floor down from mine. When we entered the room, his suitcase was still sitting on the bed. He hadn’t unpacked. "Did you just arrive today?” I inquired.

  "Yes, early this morning. Then I had to rush to my first seminar. I didn’t have time to unpack the suitcase.” He removed the suitcase and placed it at the bottom of the bed. "I would like to take a shower. Would you care to join me?” he asked.

  I thought about it for a minute. "Sure, why not.” I still had the aroma of Jenny on me. I began to remove my clothes. Taking a shower with someone, when you’re about to have sex for the first time isn’t a bad idea. It gives one a chance to see the other person’s body before you slip under the covers.

  George removed his clothes and meticulously hung them in the closet. I found that to be a good trait. After I removed all of my clothes, I folded them in a neat pile on the chair. George moved toward the bathroom and turned on the light. I followed him in. He pulled back the shower door and turned on the water. One of the first things I noticed about him was he had a nice ass. I couldn’t stand a man who couldn’t fill out the seat of his pants. Once the water was warm, he stood aside and allowed me to enter first. He handed me a wash cloth. I took the soap and began to wash the front of my body. George took the liberty of washing my back. When he got to my ass, he slipped the wash cloth between its cracks. He began to massage the lower part of my vagina. Having his hand moving the cloth back and forth was extremely sensual and pleasurable as well. I was getting the vibes that he had the ability to be a good lover. Eventually, I turned to him and said, "Now, it’s my turn. Let me do you.” I soaped up my wash cloth and began to cleanse his chest. Then I moved down his torso until I reached his penis. It was hard and erect. He was anticipating what we were going to be doing after the shower. I allowed the cloth to fall over it. I began masturbating him. I moved my other hand around his back and let my fingers slip into his ass. My index finger went to work on his anal hole. Between the in and out movement of my finger in his ass, and my other hand moving over his penis, he became delirious with pleasure.

  Finally, he commanded that I stop. He didn’t want to come off in the shower. I had to agree. He would not be any use to me once he was depleted. We stayed in the shower for several more minutes. He turned off the water, reached out and grabbed two towels. He handed me one. With the towel in hand, he wiped down my back from my neck to my feet. I turned around and wiped down the front of him. He reciprocated wiping down my front. He then turned for me to complete the job on his back. At last, we were both dry. We stepped out of the shower and walked toward the bed in the bedroom. He walked around one side and I walked around the other. We simultaneously pulled back the covers and got into the bed.

  George rolled over on his side. He put his hand between my legs and simultaneously put his lips on mine. After kissing me passionately for a few minutes, he let hi
s lips slide down on my left breast. He began to kiss and lick it. He had a very talented mouth. I instinctively knew that when he ventured down to the C spot, I was going to be in for a treat. He still had his hand resting on my vagina. His fingers began a playful motion around my folds. I was beginning to secrete. I opened my legs wide. I indicated to him that I was ready for some oral action.

  He began his move toward the pubic area as he kissed all around my torso. I put my hand on the top of his head and pushed him in the direction I wanted him to go. I had shaved most of my pubic hair away. He moved with ease over that obstacle. His tongue found its mark.

  George indicated to me that he was experienced in pleasuring women. He went right for my clit, which began to swell when he was working on my breasts. He sucked on the clit for a few minutes and then he licked all around my vagina entrance. With his index finger, he would massage my clit as he buried his face in my vulva. I closed my thighs tightly around each side of his face. I moved my body in vertical movements. I held him so tight in my thigh grip, looking back on it; I don’t know how he could breathe. Eventually, I had an enormous orgasm. I sprayed all over his face. I nearly drowned him. When I finally released him, he looked like he had just showered his face and hair.

  George moved his body up so he could enter me with his penis. I put my hands on his shoulders and asked the question: "Did you put on a condom?”

  He stopped moving momentarily. He reached over on the night table and removed a condom from the package. With one hand he slipped one on. That indicated to me he knew what he was doing in bed.

  A hair brush was on the night table. He reached over and took the brush in his hand. Then he handed it to me. I didn’t understand what he wanted me to do with that brush. He was kneeling between my legs. He put his penis on the outer part of my vulva. Leaning into me, he whispered into my ear, "I want you to slap me on my ass as I move in and out of you.”