Androdgyny--An Erotic Memoir

by Lee Dorsey

  When I opened my eyes and looked out the bedroom window, it was dark. I checked my watch. It was nine-thirty. I still had my clothes on. I went downstairs. Jenny was sitting in the kitchen at the breakfast table.

  "I was just about to fix some dinner. Are you hungry?” she asked.

  "Now that you mention it, I’m famished,” I replied. She opened the refrigerator. She removed two steaks that had previously been defrosted. She began preparing them along with a few vegetables. I began to set the table while she was cooking. Then I sat back down and waited for her to finish. To make small talk, I asked her where she learned to cook.

  "I’m the oldest of four children. My mother decided as soon as I became a teenager to pass on her culinary skills. She needed the help. She told me that someday knowing how to cook would come in handy. So here I am, cooking.”

  She served the meal, which was delicious. At that moment, I knew I had selected the right roommate. Boiling water was the extent of what I knew how to do in the kitchen. After we finished dinner, Jenny opened a bottle of wine. We sat for more than an hour talking about our futures and telling stories about our pasts. Jenny was from another small town in Kansas. Our lives growing up were almost a carbon copy of the other. She had even attended a community college where she discovered that the theater was her calling in life. It was good we had that conversation. Learning her background brought us closer together.

  Eventually, we stood to do the dishes. We rinsed the dishes off and put them into the brand new dishwasher. When we finished, I took her in my arms and whispered in her ear. "I want to thank you for that delicious dinner. Now I want to show my appreciation and take you to bed.”

  She looked at me and smiled. "I’ve been waiting all day for you to say those words.”

  We ascended the stairs and entered my room. I circled in back of her and began to remove her clothing. She stood perfectly still. When I released her bra, I reached around and my hands cupped over her breasts. She began to react to my fondling. I unbuttoned her skirt. It fell to the floor. With both of my hands, I slid them inside her panties and pushed them down. When they reached her ankles, she stepped out of them. For a moment, she didn’t move. Then she slowly turned around and we kissed. We changed roles. She began to undress me. I could tell that she was experienced in undressing women. She had it down to almost an art form. My clothes were on the floor in a matter of seconds. We put our arms around each other. We walked to the bed. At the edge of the bed we stopped, kissed passionately, and lay back on the mattress in each other’s arms. She put her middle finger in her mouth and moistened it. Then she let it slip into my vagina. We slid around on the bed and turned our bodies into a sixty-nine position. She was letting her hands explore my vulva and clit. I used my mouth and tongue to accomplish the same feat. We stayed in those positions for more than a half hour. Finally, I turned her over. I put her thighs over my shoulders. As I was kissing and licking her thighs, she moved her vulva closer to my face. She wanted my lips to lock on her vaginal lips. Her clit was swollen from my manipulations from our sixty-nine positions. I let my tongue make circles around it. The sounds she was emitting indicated to me she was in a euphoric state. I continued my oral technique until she exploded in an orgasm of overwhelming proportions. She indicated that she had had enough. Gingerly, she moved my head slowly away.

  The bed was soaking wet from our sexual romp. I got up to get a change of sheets. When I came back into the room, Jenny had removed the soiled sheets. We put the new sheets on the bed. When we finished, I turned to her and said, "I’m completely exhausted. If you don’t mind, I would like to go to sleep.” I didn’t invite her to join me. I didn’t want to begin a pattern. I was used to sleeping alone. Having someone else in bed with me when I’m trying to sleep I imagined would be disturbing.

  Jenny took the hint. We embraced, kissed and she left my room. I was looking forward to spending another night in my new house.

  Chapter 5

  The sun was shining though my bedroom window. It was reflecting off the mirror attached to the bureau. The scents of breakfast being prepared filled my nostrils. I hurried out of bed and got into the shower. I knew that Jenny was in the kitchen exercising her culinary skills. I was famished. It was probably one of the quickest showers I had ever taken. I quickly dressed and made my way downstairs. Jenny was at the stove frying eggs and bacon. She turned to me and said, "Are you hungry?”

  I nodded in the affirmative and sat down at the table. Jenny had set the table before she began cooking. She poured me a cup of coffee. She also placed a glass of orange juice in front of me. I noticed four pieces of toast pop up in our new toaster. She removed the toast and put it on a plate. She placed the toast and butter on the table. I decided to begin my breakfast with a piece of the toast before the eggs and bacon was served.

  After a few minutes, Jenny placed the remainder of the breakfast on the table and sat down. "I’m sorry I began to eat before you, but I was starved,” I said. She didn’t respond. We sat and ate our breakfast without engaging in conversation. After we finished, I said, "I would like to spend the day getting oriented to the city. Maybe the best way to do that would be to take a tour. What do you think?”

  "Over the past few weeks, I walked around Brooklyn. Other times, I took the subway into Manhattan. I also noticed that there’s a professional bus tour around the city. On one occasion, I passed a store front that was advertising tours by helicopter,” she informed me.

  I decided I wanted to take both tours. Taking the tour by bus would be informative and valuable. But seeing the city from the air would give me another perspective. I suggested that we take the subway to Manhattan and check out the touring possibilities.

  We cleared the table, loaded the dishwasher and turned it on. We retreated to our respective rooms to put on the proper clothing and do our makeup. Within a half hour, we were ready to leave.

  The subway station was less than a block away. I was still in awe of the subway. New York is such a big city, but the subway makes it so easy to navigate around. I love it. Within twenty or so minutes we were in Manhattan. Jenny was familiar with the locations where one could inquire about the tours. Our first stop was the store front that Jenny had mentioned at breakfast. In the window of the store were large posters advertising the tour by helicopter. It looked interesting and exciting. We stepped inside.

  We were greeted by a Latin gentleman who appeared to be in his middle thirties. He was very handsome and spoke English without an accent. He introduced himself. "My name is Jorge. How may I help you?”

  "We are interested in taking one of your tours,” I said.

  "There are three tours. Each one is for a prescribed amount of time and covers different geography. The longest tour is an hour and a half in length. It flies over Manhattan and all of the boroughs. The shortest tour is a half hour. That one just flies over Manhattan,” he informed us.

  Before making my decision, I decided to get personal with him. I found him fascinating. "May I ask you a few personal questions?”

  "My life is an open book. What would you like to know,” he responded.

  "Where are you from originally?” I inquired.

  He took a short pause. Then he said, "I’m originally from Venezuela. I came to America when I was just a boy. I attended high school and college here. When I graduated from college, I was required to return to my country. I was here on a student visa. After I returned home, I was offered a position with the government. I had studied communications in college. The fact that I spoke fluent English was a plus. I worked in the office of propaganda for three years. I could see that the government of Venezuela was moving toward socialism. I had lived in America through my formative years. I was convinced that the Democratic form of government was for me. I applied for another visa on the grounds that I disagreed with the form of government that was taking form in my home country. Lucky for me, a college friend was working at the State Department. She processed my request. I was issued a visa wi
th the possibility of eventually becoming a citizen. That was eight years ago. I am now a U.S. citizen.”

  "That’s an interesting story, Jorge. Will have to get together sometime and have dinner. I would be interested in hearing more about Venezuela.”

  "I would love to do that.” He took a pause. "Would you mind if I brought Cliff along. We usually spend the majority of our non-working time together.”

  "Who is Cliff?” I inquired.

  "He’s my partner,” he said.

  I must be losing my touch. Jorge is gay. I didn’t pick up on it. "Of course, and I’ll bring Jenny. We’ll have a foursome. Now suppose you sell me one of those hour and half tours for two.”

  We did the paperwork. I paid with my credit card. As we were waiting for the car to arrive to take us to the helicopter, I began to have a perverse thought. I wondered what it would be like to go to bed with a guy who was gay. I knew several gay guys in college, but it never occurred to me to proposition any of them. I’m sure that when I begin my classes at the school, I’ll meet several male students who are of that persuasion. Maybe one day, when I’m in one of my ornery moods, I’ll proposition one of them.

  The car arriving broke my train of thought. It was a short ride to the helicopter. There were two pilots. When I questioned why there were two. I was told that in the event that one of them was to become incapacitated, the other could safely land the aircraft. That made sense to me. I certainly didn’t know how to fly a helicopter. I was positive Jenny didn’t either. I have to confess, I was nervous. I could see Jenny shaking while we were standing on the helicopter pad.

  The pilots assisted Jenny and me to get on in the back of the helicopter. They helped us get strapped in and place headsets on. I did notice, however, that both of these pilots were pretty handsome individuals. I estimated their age to be in their late twenties or early thirties. As they started the engines, I could feel Jenny tense up. I put my hand on her thigh to give her a touch of security. She looked over at me with a nervous smile. The pilots spent a moment or two checking over the instruments. I concentrated on what they were doing and saying. It took my mind off of being nervous. Then they increased the engine speed. The helicopter began to rotate and lift off.

  When the helicopter reached a hundred or so feet in the air, they banked it over. We flew out over the East River. One of the pilots began to talk to us as the other pilot flew the aircraft. I asked the pilot who was flying the helicopter how long he had been flying. He took a pause, and then he said, "This is my first time flying without an instructor.” He looked over at the other pilot. They broke into laughter. I got the joke, but I didn’t think it was funny. When Jenny heard what he said, she tensed up even more and closed her eyes.

  After that bit of humor, we all settled down. The pilot sitting in the right seat began the tour. He was very knowledgeable. He gave us a lot of interesting information about the city and its boroughs. I asked him how he became so knowledgeable. He said that after a military tour in Iraq, he flew for a few years for the NYPD. When this company began he applied for a position and was hired. That was three years ago. The tour took almost two hours before we finally landed. The pilots assisted us out of the helicopter. They said they hoped we enjoyed the tour.

  "You gentlemen did a great job. My friend and I would like to invite you to have dinner with us as a gesture of our appreciation,” I said. Jenny looked at me in disbelief. The pilot who gave the tour said he would be happy to accept our invitation. The other pilot begged off. He said that he was married. His wife expected him home after the day’s work. I wrote down our address and said to the other pilot, "We’ll expect you around seven o’clock. We got into the car. It took us back to the office.

  Jorge met with us again. He inquired as to our experience. "It was lovely, I said. Both of the pilots were very professional. They were knowledgeable as well. I would like to do it again sometime.”

  "Well, you know where we are. Feel free to stop by anytime,” he said.

  We thanked him and left the office. When we got outside, Jenny was mildly upset with me for inviting the pilot to dinner. She reminded me that we didn’t even know his name. It was probably a fifty-fifty chance he would come to dinner anyway. I was hoping he would because I intended to entice him to go to bed with us. When I mentioned my plan to Jenny, she didn’t share my enthusiasm.

  When we arrived home, I requested Jenny to begin to plan a dinner for three. Then I went upstairs. I began to get ready to greet our dinner guest. I wanted to look my best. I laid out the sexiest clothing I had in my wardrobe. The majority of my clothing hadn’t arrived from Kansas, so I was somewhat limited with what I had to wear. I took a shower and washed my hair. I did my finger and toe nails. I knew that it was going to be up to me to do the seducing. Jenny didn’t have any interest in getting the young man in bed, but I had a deep gut feeling that once we got him there, she would enjoy the experience. Thereafter, she could have this experience to reflect back on when other men made a move on her. If she doesn’t like what happens this evening, then she could make an educated decision about how she handles these kinds of situations in the future.

  Once I did my hair and digits, I walked downstairs to check on the dinner. Jenny had her cook book on the table. She was beginning to collect ingredients from the refrigerator. "Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked.

  "I’ve got everything under control,” she remarked in a testy delivery.

  "Would you like me to set the dining room table?” I said, as I attempted to retain a pleasant sound to my voice.

  "Yes, please,” she said, as she continued gathering the food from the refrigerator.

  I took a table cloth and spread it across the dining room table. The new china we had recently purchased looked beautiful as I began to set it on our new dining table. My mother had given many diner parties at the house as I was growing up. She’d taught me the correct way to set a table for formal occasions. After I got all the dishes in their proper positions, I opened the new silverware box. I put the cutlery in the right arrangement as my mother taught me years ago.

  After I finished setting the table, I walked back into the kitchen. Jenny was preparing all of the vegetables. The meat was ready to put into the oven. The time now was five-thirty. We were expecting our guest at seven. Jenny set the temperatures on the oven to low. That meant the food would begin to cook slowly. If he arrived exactly at seven, all of the food would be ready for serving shortly after his arrival.

  Jenny turned to me and said, "I guess I should get ready.”

  I nodded in the affirmative. She left the kitchen and went upstairs. I sat down and had a glass of wine to relax. I turned over in my mind how I was going approach getting him in bed once we finished our dinner. I decided the best approach would be one of directness. I’ll offer to show him the rest of the house. When we show him my bedroom, I’ll turn to him; put my arms around his neck and say, "Now for the dessert.” Most of the men I have met in the past would not turn down the opportunity of going to bed with two young and attractive women. The more I thought about it, I was convinced that should be the tactic I would use. In order to ensure that my ploy will work, I will begin plying him with wine from the time he arrives, and I’ll continue serving it through dinner. That should lower any of his inhibitions. I have pleasant memories of going to bed with Anthony, Claire, Brad and Helen. Having a man and woman in bed at the same time is the best of both worlds.

  After another glass of wine, I decided that it was time to get dressed. Once in the bedroom, I looked over the clothes I had originally laid out to wear. I made a change to a low cut blouse that revealed most of my breast. The skirt I put on was slit up the side. When I looked in the mirror, I looked more like a hooker than a student. I also went a little heavy on the makeup. I had wanted to make my lips inviting. I fantasized about performing fellatio on him while he goes down on Jenny. I think it will be important for the three of us to perform some oral sex before I entice him to mount Jenny. T
his will be her first time. It’s essential that she have an enjoyable experience.

  When I finished getting ready, I walked down the hall to Jenny’s room. She was wearing a simple blouse and a long skirt. She had the appearance of someone out of the nineteenth century. I didn’t say anything to her. I knew she wasn’t up for this evening. I didn’t want to make any negative comments for fear of upsetting her more. I told her she looked very nice. She gave me a strange look, and then she said, "I had better check on the dinner.” We left the bedroom and went downstairs.

  I got two bottles of wine prepared to serve with the dinner. I opened another bottle to offer the gentleman a glass when he arrived. I checked the time. It was six forty-five. As I was putting the white wine in coolers, the doorbell rang. Jenny was still in the kitchen tending to the dinner. I walked began "You to the door and pulled back the curtain. It was our helicopter friend. I opened the door and smiled. He was carrying a bottle of wine. He handed it to me. "Come in,” I said. "We’ve been expecting you.” As he entered, "I know, I think before we go any farther, it’s imperative we learn each other’s names.”

  He smiled and said, "I know your name, Androgyny. You wrote it on the piece of paper with your address. However, I didn’t get the name of your friend.”

  At that moment, Jenny walked into the room. "I would like you to meet my roommate, Jenny.”

  He took Jenny’s hand and kissed it.

  He’s already getting physical. That is a good sign, I thought.

  "My name is Ted Franklin. It’s very nice to meet the two of you,” he remarked with a huge smile.

  "Please sit down. Would you like a glass of wine? We have white as well as red.”

  "White, please,” he said as he sat on the sofa. He looked around and commented that the house was especially beautiful. "You ladies have a real knack for decorating.”