by Lee Dorsey
"Excuse me!” I said incredulously.
"I want you to inflict some pain as I’m experiencing pleasure. It will intensify the pleasure.”
"Is this something you do every time you have sex?” I inquired.
"No! But, yes, when I can get someone to do it for me. Will you do it for me?”
How could I refuse? He began to slip his penis into me. The shaft began rubbing against my clit. It was still swollen from his lips and tongue. I reached around and slapped him on his left cheek. He let out a slight moan as he began little in and out movements. The more I slapped him with the brush; it seemed that his cock became more enlarged. His movement into me was deeper than I had ever experienced in the past. Consequently, I began to experience vibrations of pleasure that were new to my sexual history. I would slap him on the cheek and then I moved with him in unison. We were in a frenzy of complete fornication when I felt him begin to pulsate and explode. This set off a series of orgasms for me. They lasted what seemed like an hour. I have never been so completely sexually satisfied. It was a wonderful experience. We lay in that position for several minutes. Eventually, I pushed him off me. I wanted to resume my normal breathing.
As we were lying side by side, George said, "That was wonderful. We must do that again soon.”
"I would love to do it again; however, I’m more than likely going to be leaving tomorrow. I won’t be back for a few weeks. Then I’ll be busy moving into my new apartment. Give me your phone number. When I return, I’ll attempt to catch up with you.”
He rolled over and opened a drawer on the night table. He took out a note pad and pen. He wrote his phone number down along with his name and handed it to me. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I wiped myself down and put on my panties and bra. When I came out George was already dressed. I put the rest of my clothing on. I moved to him and we kissed. I turned and left the room.
When I arrived downstairs, Jenny was sitting in the lounge having a drink alone. I walked to her table, sat down, and asked, "What happened to Buck?”
"He wanted to take me to his room shortly after you left. I don’t think I would enjoy having sex with men. I confessed to him that I was a lesbian. I thanked him for the invitation, but I wasn’t interested in his proposition. We sat silently after that. He finished his drink, excused himself and left.”
We ordered another drink. Jenny sat silently staring at me. After a few moments, I asked, "Is there something wrong?”
She said, "I’m just curious. Did you have sex with George?”
"We had a brief encounter, yes. Why do you ask?”
"Was it enjoyable?” she questioned.
I instinctively knew where she was coming from. I was determined to give her an answer that she would find agreeable. "Yes, having sex with George was interesting. I think that everyone, no matter what their sexual orientation, should fornicate, at least once with the opposite sex.” At that point with Jenny, I didn’t want to reveal my sexual history, so I bent the truth. "Until now, I’ve never had sex with a man; I thought I owed it to myself to give it a try. It was different, but it was not as fulfilling as the sex I had with you this afternoon.”
"I’ve never had sex with a man. Do you think I missed an opportunity not taking Buck up on his offer?” she asked.
"Missing the opportunity with Buck is ‘water under the bridge.’ But I would advise that the next time a situation like that presents itself take advantage of it,” I encouraged.
The waiter brought our drinks. For the next several minutes we sat in silence. Then Jenny said, "Why don’t you check out of this hotel and come over and spend the night with me at mine?”
I thought about her invitation for a few seconds. And then I agreed to accept her invitation. We finished our drinks and took the elevator to my room. I still hadn’t unpacked, so it was just a matter of collecting a few things that I had broken out and proceeding to the lobby. I paid for the night. I informed the clerk I was checking out. We stepped outside and hailed a taxi.
Jenny’s hotel was about a mile away. It wasn’t as upscale as the one I had checked into, but it wasn’t third rate either. We walked past the counter and took the elevator to the fifth floor. When we entered the room, I noticed Jenny’s suitcase on the bed. She hadn’t taken the time to unpack. I placed my suitcase in the corner. Jenny removed her bag from the bed and placed it next to mine. I walked around the bed and pulled the covers down. I got the feeling that Jenny wanted to engage in another round of sex, but I was exhausted.
We began to remove our clothes. Within seconds we were completely nude. Sleeping in the nude is something I’ve done since I was a small child. Simultaneously, we slipped into the bed and under the covers. I reached out and took her in my arms. Our body’s intertwined. My leg rested between Jenny’s legs. My thigh rubbed against her vagina. She was wet. She moved her body against my leg in a horizontal movement. I could feel her stomach begin to convulse. She had an orgasm. Eventually, she stopped her movement. Her lips found mine.
Then she whispered, "Thank you.”
I didn’t respond. We just laid there with our lips touching. At some point, we both fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter 3
The shower running in the bathroom brought me out of my comatose state. The first few moments of consciousness I was disoriented. I sat up. The bathroom door was open. I could see Jenny’s nude body through the opaque shower doors. I pulled myself out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I slid the shower door slightly ajar. Jenny had her back to me. I said, "Do you mind if I join you?”
I could tell by her reaction that I startled her. She turned and faced me. "Come on in, the water’s fine.”
I stepped in behind her. She was closest to the shower head. I put my arms around her and pulled her body next to mine. I put my lips on her neck and kissed her. "Good morning. How was your night?”
"Thanks to you it was very restful,” she said without turning around.
I took the wash cloth from her and began to wash her back. I moved the cloth down in a circular motion. I washed each of the cheeks of her ass. I slid the cloth into the crack between her cheeks and around to the vagina. She began to react to my massaging that sensitive area. I continued to wash the rest of her body. I took each leg at a time, beginning with the thighs and soaped her down to her feet. I instructed her to turn her back to the shower and rinse off.
I turned the cloth to her front. I began at the neck and then I moved down to her breasts. I spent considerable amount of time soaping and massaging both of them. As I moved down, the cloth touched that sensitive area between her thighs. She let out a moaning sound that indicated to me she was enjoying my efforts. She had a beautiful body. It was a pleasure for me to run my hands all over it.
When I finished soaping her entire body, she took the wash cloth from me and returned the soaping service. Jenny had nice hands. She used them with a sensuality that I have only known a few times in the past.
Finally, we turned off the water and dried each other before we stepped out of the shower. I had the feeling that Jenny wanted me to take her into the bedroom and go down on her. But, I decided we had to act more responsibly and get dressed. There were a lot of things we had to accomplish that day. I wanted to get started.
We stopped at the restaurant off the lobby and had breakfast. While we were waiting for our food to be served, we checked off the two places we wanted to investigate.
After breakfast, we hailed a cab in front of the hotel. Our first stop was going to be a "Brown Stone” on Presidents Street in Brooklyn. It was about a twenty minute ride. It was just about the right time for commuting to the Theater District in Manhattan. When we arrived at the "Brown Stone,” it was love at first sight. I was convinced that this was where I wanted to live. It was perfect. It was a two story house with several large rooms. It had been recently renovated. Jenny was concerned that rent would be out of her budget. I asked the realtor to allow us a few minutes to have a discussion. The woman s
tepped out of the room. Jenny said that she could only afford about eight hundred dollars a month. At that point, the realtor hadn’t given us the bad news as to the monthly cost, but I knew it was going to be expensive. I didn’t care, I wanted to live there. Jenny’s other concern was that the house was not furnished. "Look, I said. I will pick up the rent over your eight hundred dollar contribution. Furthermore, I will pay to furnish it.”
My mother hadn’t told me directly, but I overheard a conversation she was having with a friend about giving me one million dollars to support myself in New York while I was going to school. I had the necessary funding.
We called the realtor back in the room. I asked her to draw up a lease. She was momentarily confused. She hadn’t told us the cost of the monthly rent.
"Aren’t you interested to know what the rent per month will be?” she said.
"Yes, but I’m sure I can afford it,” I informed her.
"It’s all inclusive for six thousand a month,” she said as she handed me a copy of the lease.
"When can I take occupancy?”
"If you sign the lease and give me two months’ rent in advance, you can take occupancy immediately.”
"Where do I sign?” I inquired.
"What about this young lady. Is she going to be living here as well?” the realtor asked.
"Yes. But I am going to be financially responsible for the entire rent. We will work out between ourselves what she will contribute toward the rent,” I told her in a business like response.
I requested a pen from the realtor and signed the lease. I took out my check book and wrote a check for twelve thousand dollars. The realtor handed me the keys to the house. She did a walk through showing me how all the appliances in the kitchen worked, how to adjust the heat and air-conditioning and where the cable TV outlets were located. She took us into the laundry room and showed us how to work the washer and dryer. Everything was brand new, so there were manuals for the majority of the appliances.
After she was comfortable that we were oriented with everything, we shook hands and she left. I turned to Jenny. Now we had to furnish this place. The realtor had left a schematic of the various rooms on the three floors of the house. There was a telephone booth on the corner of the street. We left the house and walked in that direction. We called a cab. When the cab arrived, I requested that he take us to an upscale furniture store. The driver said that the store where he was taking us was considered one of the best in Brooklyn. It was a short ride. When we arrived at the store, we were greeted by a salesman. I requested a place to sit down so I could lay out the schematics of the house. We began with the first floor. All the dimensions of the rooms were indicated on the drawings. The salesman was very helpful making suggestions for each of the rooms. We spent nearly five hours completely furnishing the first floor. When we got to the bedrooms, I had three of the rooms completely furnished, one bedroom for me, one for Jenny, and the guest room. There was a fourth room. I had it furnished as an office.
When we totaled everything up, the bill came to seventy-five thousand dollars. The salesman said that the furniture would be delivered within two weeks. I requested that everything be delivered at once. We gave the salesman Jenny’s hotel phone and room number for notification purposes.
We left the furniture store and took another cab. I had the cab take us to a department store. We spent another two hours ordering towels, blankets, sheets, dishes, silverware, etc. By the time we were finished our shopping spree, it was dinner time. We had a cab take us back to the house. We put all the material we had purchased at the department store in the house. Then we began a search for a restaurant. As we were coming out of the house, a young woman was putting her key into the lock of the house next door. "Excuse me,” I said. "I wonder if you can direct us to a restaurant in the neighborhood. We are in the process of moving in and aren’t familiar with the area.”
The young woman stopped for a moment to reflect. Then she said, "There is an Italian restaurant two blocks down and one block over. You shouldn’t have any problem finding it.”
We introduced ourselves. I learned that her name was Toni. We told her that when we got settled in, we would have her over for dinner. She smiled and entered her house. We followed her directions and located the restaurant. I was exhausted from the day’s activities. We ordered a bottle of wine and toasted our new digs. As we were sitting there, Jenny informed me she didn’t have the funding to stay at the hotel for more than two weeks. I told her that I would pay the hotel bill for as long as it took. She told me her father was funding her while she was going to be going to school in New York, but the funding was limited. I told her not to worry about funding; I had more than enough for the both of us.
We had a delightful dinner. Afterward, we ordered another bottle of wine. When we finished, I had the waiter call us a cab. When we arrived at the hotel, we made our way into the lounge. There was a young man playing the piano. We decide to stick with wine, so we ordered another bottle. I was really beginning to feel the effects of all that alcohol. I was also getting horny. Just looking at her mouth was getting me wet. I was having fantasies about having her go down on me. At one point, she put her hand on my thigh. She began to move it toward my vagina. When she touched me, I thought that I would explode. I turned to her and said, "Drink up. I want to get you in bed.”
She looked at me and smiled. "I’m going to give you a night to remember while you’re away.”
We stopped the waiter. I told him to put the bill on the room. We practically had to hold each other up for support. When we got to the lobby, the elevator door was ajar. We got into the elevator and pushed the number five button. We lapsed into each other’s arms. Our tongues intermingled and our hands were roving all over each other’s bodies. The elevator door opening jarred us out of our embrace. Holding on to each other, we located Jenny’s room. Jenny turned the key in the lock and we entered the room. Just inside the door was the light switch. I turned it on. Jenny walked into the room and I walked up behind her. I put my arms around her and kissed her on the back of her neck.
She turned to me and said, "Tonight, everything is going to be for you.”
She began to undress me. I reciprocated. I began to undress her as well. When she removed my panties, she knelt down in front of me. With her hands firmly locked on the cheeks of my ass, she placed her mouth into my vulva. Her tongue began to titillate the folds. It was searching for my clit. It became swollen immediately. I put my hands behind her head and navigated her movements. I didn’t want her to stop, but I wanted to get into the bed. In my intoxicated condition, I was having trouble steadying my body. With my hands, I moved her face away from my body and said, "Let’s take this to a supine position.”
Jenny stood and continued to get undressed as I slipped under the covers. When she shed the last garment, she pulled the covers back and exposed my body. I raised and opened my legs to give her entrance. She knelt on the bed and positioned herself. Her hands massaged my thighs. She leaned into me and kissed each of my knees. Her tongue began it journey down my thigh and to its destination, my erogenous zone. With her hand, she moved my pubic hair aside and placed her lips directly over my vaginal opening. In a counter clockwise movement, and holding tightly with her lips, she began a slow three hundred and sixty degree circle. My body reacted to her as I closed my thighs around her head in an attempt to pull her in to me as far as possible. I could feel an orgasm building. I began to convulse with pleasure. In the short time we’d known each other she was becoming well-schooled in what I liked sexually. After a full minute of releasing my built up sexual energy, she discontinued her movements. We just lay in that position until I feel asleep.
The next morning, we took a quick shower and went down to breakfast. I decided that I should attempt to get a flight home that day. There were several things I wanted to wrap up at home before coming back to New York. As we were having breakfast, I informed Jenny that I was leaving today if I could get a reservation. I al
so told her that I was going to take care of the hotel expenses as soon as we finished our breakfast. She looked sad that I was leaving, but she knew I would be back in a few weeks. I gave her instructions to call me as soon as the furniture was delivered and she had moved in. I gave her my mother’s phone number. I also told her to order a telephone as soon as possible and call me with the number.
We finished breakfast and walked to the hotel desk in the lobby. I informed the clerk that I was going to be paying for any time Jenny would be staying at the hotel. I gave him my credit card information. I told him when she checks out to charge everything to that credit card number. He gave us a suspicious look, but agreed to make the charges as I had requested.
We went back to the room and I placed a call to the airline. They had a flight to Kansas City at one o’clock. I made a reservation.
I suggested to Jenny that we go back down to the lounge and have a drink before I leave. I took my bag with me so I wouldn’t have to come back to the room.
We had a glass of wine and talked quietly. I went over my instructions with her again. I wanted to make sure she knew what to do. Jenny was going to be visiting the theater where she was going to school that afternoon. She was going to be required to give a presentation much like mine. She was also going to spend the majority of her time preparing. She already had the material at the ready to study. I was going to spend much of my time at home preparing for my audition as well. When I was speaking with the director at the school, I got the feeling that the audition was a requirement, but it didn’t necessarily determine whether or not one was admitted to the program. During our conversation, I got the impression I was already admitted. I intended, however, to give the best presentation I was capable of giving just in case.