by Lee Dorsey
The subway was crowded with people who worked in downtown. We were forced to stand on the ride back. We got off at Ted’s stop. It was agreed on the way that we would spend the night at his house. Since he had to go to work in the morning, he wanted to be home for practical reasons. Ted told us that he could cook, but didn’t have enough food in the house to feed all of us. He knew of an eatery not too far from his apartment. I suggested that we consider taking a shower before we left for the restaurant. Everyone was in agreement.
Ted directed us to his bathroom, adjacent to his bedroom. Each of us stripped down and stepped into the shower. It was tight having the three of us in that confined space. I was sandwiched between Jenny in the front and Ted in the back. Shortly after we turned the water on, I felt Ted’s hard penis slip between my legs. He put his hands around my hips and began to move his manhood in and out. His penis rubbing against my vulva put my vaginal liquid into production. Jenny was oblivious as to what was going on. I decided to get Jenny in on the action. I reached around and cupped her breasts in both of my hands. I let my fingers titillate her nipples. It didn’t take long before they became erect. I suggested that we change places. I moved into Jenny’s position. Ted moved in behind me without removing his penis from between my legs. Jenny moved in back of Ted. She learned last night that Ted liked to have her put a finger in his anal canal. I could feel Ted building toward an orgasm. I didn’t want that to happen. I wanted to keep him fresh for tonight’s activity. Without giving any signal, I moved to the rear of the line.
Jenny began to soap Ted’s back. After a few minutes, he turned toward her to rinse off the soap. As she began to soap his front, he leaned in and kissed her. It was a long passionate kiss. Once again, I could feel the jealous pangs building up in my stomach. When they finally broke, I turned Jenny around to face me. I put my hand behind her head. I moved her lips to mine. I slipped my tongue into her mouth. My hand moved down to her pubic region. I could feel her vaginal secretion. I slipped two fingers into her as far as they would go. I continued that passionate position for over a minute. Ted moved in behind her. With some bath oil that was on a shelf in the shower, I took a generous amount and oiled his penis. When he entered her ass, she gasped. We were giving Jenny a complete screwing front and back. We had made a sexual sandwich.
I began to become concerned that we were going to ruin my plans for later that evening. I reached around Ted and turned off the water. Then I said, "The shower is over, it’s time to get dressed. I’m starved.” I opened the shower door and stepped out. I took a towel and dried off. Ted still had Jenny in the shower. He was really going at it. She was slightly bent over allowing him have his way. Then I heard Ted release a muffled sound. It indicated to me that he had come. As I continued to dry off, they were as still an Auguste Rodin sculpture. Jenny looked over at me and smiled. In an irritated voice I said, "If the two of you are finished, I think it’s time to remove your bodies from the shower.”
Jenny stepped out first. I handed her a towel. I took another towel and dried her back. After observing Ted giving it to Jenny, it made me horny as hell. Ted stepped out of the shower. His penis was still erect. As I draped the towel over it, Ted began to laugh. When Jenny saw what I had done, she laughed as well. We all moved into the bedroom and began to get dressed.
Ted took us to a Greek restaurant that was a block from his apartment. It was very crowded. That was a good sign in my opinion. We had to wait for about twenty minutes before we could be seated. We sat at the bar and had a drink. After a while, we were shown to a table. I made sure that I was sitting close to Ted. When I sat down next to him, I could see the disappointment on Jenny’s face. Ted was impervious to my move. He immediately focused on the menu. I disregarded Jenny’s theatrics. I followed Ted’s direction. I put my nose in the menu. This was the first time I’ve been to a Greek restaurant. I wasn’t familiar with many of the items being offered. I deferred to Ted for a selection. He told Jenny and me he eats there on a regular basis. He made several suggestions for Jenny and me to select. We took his recommendations to order our entrées. Ted also placed an order for a bottle of expensive wine.
While we were waiting for the wine, Ted put his hand on my thigh. It felt good having Ted show me a little attention. I was wearing slacks. I put my hand under the table. I moved his hand into my crotch. He let his thumb move up and down. His movement over my vaginal area had me fantasizing about what we were going to doing in a couple of hours.
The waiter brought our wine. Ted was forced to discontinue his manipulations. He requested that I taste the wine. Ted said that he had to fly tomorrow. He reminded us that he never drinks alcohol twenty-four hours before he goes to work. After I approved the wine, the waiter poured Jenny and me a glass. I didn’t get the name of the wine, but it was the best I ever had or had since. It was so good; Jenny and I finished the bottle before our meal was served. I ordered another bottle.
The food was absolutely delicious. It turned out to be a great restaurant experience and a relaxing one as well. After eating the meal, the three of us sat and talked for more than two hours. Finally, Ted referred to his watch. He reminded us of the time. He had to get up early the next morning. He liked to get at least eight hours of sleep. Flying the helicopter took a lot of concentration. Ted and the other pilot always took turns as "Pilot in Command.” That meant the person actually flying the aircraft, Ted explained. Tomorrow was his turn behind the controls.
We walked back to Ted’s apartment. When we arrived, it was straight into the bedroom. Immediately, we began undressing. Ted only had one bedroom; therefore, we were all going to be spending the night in one bed. I decided that tonight, I was going to finish Ted off. I suggested that we indulge in an oral session only. He was to go down on Jenny and me. I volunteered to perform fellatio on him while Jenny watched. This was something she had to learn. Claire was my teacher. She had instructed me using Anthony as a subject.
Ted was very good at cunnilingus. He spent about an hour satisfying Jenny and me. While Ted was performing, Jenny and I caressed each other and passionately kissed. That added to the excitement and increased the intensity of the orgasm.
Then we had Ted move up in the bed and open his legs wide. I took his penis in hand. With my tongue, I moistened the shaft. Then inch by inch I insert his penis into my mouth. I glanced up at Ted lying there with eyes closed. I could tell by his facial expressions, he was pleased with what I was doing. Jenny moved up in the bed and began to kiss Ted. He began to fondle her breasts while I moved up and down with my mouth and tongue on his love organ.
I could feel Ted’s penis begin to pulsate. He unloaded the full wad for more than a minute. When it was depleted, I just held him in my mouth until he began to go soft. I released him. Taking a Kleenex from the night stand, I wiped him off. Jenny was already lying to his right. I slid up on the left. I put my arm around his torso. He leaned into me and we kissed. I know he could taste the sperm residue from my going down on him, but he didn’t move away from my lips. The three of us fell asleep in each other’s arms.
When I opened my eyes the next morning, Ted was gone. Jenny was still asleep next to me. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. On the mirror over the sink was a note from Ted. The note simply said, "I had to leave for work. I had a great two days with both of you. I hope we can do it again soon, Ted.” I washed my face and used Ted’s toothbrush to clean my teeth.
When I walked back into the room, Jenny was awake. She looked at me and beckoned for me to get back in bed. I crawled in beside her and we kissed. She indicated she wanted me to go down her. I slowly moved down her body. She opened her legs as not to impede my entrance to her vulva. I used all my technique and knowledge on giving her an ultimate orgasm. She came within two minutes from my lips touching her folds.
After she came down, she asked me if I wanted her to do me. I really wasn’t in the mood. I suggested that we take a quick shower and then go back to our house for breakfast. We got up and made Te
d’s bed. Jenny went into the shower first while I scrawled Ted a note telling him how much we enjoyed spending the two days with him and we looked forward to doing it again soon. I heard Jenny turning off the water. I left the note on the bed. I took my turn getting a shower.
Afterwards, I got dressed. We left Ted’s house and walked back to the Brown Stone. Along the way there was a small grocery store. We stopped in to purchase some food for breakfast and dinner that evening.
When we finally reached the house, I checked the mailbox. There was a manila envelope for me from the school. When we got inside, Jenny went directly into the kitchen. I sat down in the living room and opened the envelope. Inside was a copy of the curriculum for the coming semester. I looked over the various subjects that were being offered. In addition to Voice, Movement and Projection, there was a course entitled, "The Method.” It was based on the teaching of Stanistovski. They were going to teach us "Method Acting” right out of the gate.
I decided to get a head start on the course. I wanted to read as much about this acting theory as possible. I looked into the telephone book and located a library close to the house. My task for the day was to go the library and collect as many books on "Method Acting” as they would allow me to check out.
As we were having breakfast, I told Jenny about the course being offered at the school. I also shared my plan of getting ahead of the game by reading as much about the theory as I could before classes begin.
When breakfast was finished, I wrote down the address of the library and the phone number. I called and got directions to its location. I asked Jenny if she wanted to go along. She agreed to accompany me.
As we were walking the seven blocks to the library, I had an epiphany. If I was going to be limited to two or three books, and there were more on the subject, Jenny could take out a required number as well. Jenny indicated that she would like to read up on the theory. She was certain that the school she would be attending would offer the same training at some time in the future. I agreed.
When we arrived at the library, we were required to apply for a library card. The librarian who had originally given us the applications for our library cards was very helpful. She also directed us to the section where books on "Method Acting” were located. She also said that those particular books were in high demand. There were many drama students living in the immediate area. She put us at ease, however, when she told us that the library carried several copies of each book based on their popularity. She gave us a list of the books the library carried. She further told us, we would be limited to three books each. They had to be returned within fourteen days.
We sat down at a table and each of us checked off three books from the list. Then we went to the section on theater and retrieved our selections. We checked the books out. We left the library and walked back to the house. We retired to our respective rooms to read.
When I opened my first book, I began to read about the life of "Stanislavski.” The opening paragraph stated, "Constantin Stanislavski started working in theater as a teen, going on to become an acclaimed thespian and director of stage productions. He co-founded the Moscow Art Theatre in 1897 and developed a performance process known as method acting, allowing actors to use their personal histories to express authentic emotion and create rich characters. He died in Moscow in 1938.”
I was curious how this method of acting got established in the United States. It stated in the book I read, "The Moscow Art Theatre undertook a world tour between 1922 and 1924; the company traveled to various parts of Europe and the United States. Several members of the theater decided to stay in the United States after the tour was over, and would go on to instruct performers that included Lee Strasberg and Stella Adler. These actors in turn helped form the Group Theatre, which would later lead to the creation of the Actors Studio. Method acting became a highly influential, revolutionary technique in theatrical and Hollywood communities during the mid-twentieth century, as evidenced with actors like Marlon Brando and Maureen Stapleton.”
I finished the first book in two hours. I have never read anything so fast and absorbed so much information from one reading in my life. My life experiences were limited, but the ones I did have I intended to use to the tenth degree. For example, when my grandparents were killed in that automobile accident several years ago, I could recall the grief I experienced. Even today when I recall that time, I begin to weep. Until now that tragic time was painful. Now it will become part of my repertoire.
I heard Jenny downstairs beginning dinner. Neither of us had had lunch. Time for me completely stood still while I was reading. I have a feeling that the same thing happened to Jenny. I dared not begin another book. My stomach was telling me to join Jenny in the kitchen.
Jenny had started an elaborate meal. I began to set the table. I opened a bottle of wine and sat in the living room waiting for Jenny to place the food on the table. I kept turning over in my mind what I had spent the day reading. I had never been so enlightened in my life. I could hardly wait to sit down to dinner with Jenny and discuss what we had read.
Then the idea of Jenny and I acting some scenes from various plays hit me like a lightning bolt. We could rehearse together for the next two weeks practicing some method acting techniques. We would be far ahead of anyone in our classes. We could develop a reputation at our respective schools. Jenny broke my train of thought announcing that dinner was being served.
I crossed to the table and sat down. I had brought the bottle of wine with me. I poured a glass for Jenny and refilled mine. Then I said, "Well, I hope your book was as enlightening as mine?”
"It was wonderful,” she said.
Then I told her of my epiphany. Jenny thought it was a wonderful idea. She had the same opinion as me. It would put us ahead of most of the other students. We began to suggest plays that had scenes for two women. Jenny named several that I wasn’t familiar with. We decided to take another trip back to the library the next day and do some research.
When we finished the bottle of wine I had brought to the table, we opened another after we finished eating. The second bottle got our hormones active. My mind switched to having sex with Jenny that evening. I could tell the way she was looking at me across the table that she was having similar thoughts. We cleared the table, stacked the dishes in the dishwasher, put our arms around one another and headed for the stairs.
Ascending those stairs with my arm around her increased the carnal feelings I’ve desired for her in the past, but this was different. I wanted to completely possess her sexually. I decided to spend the entire night devoting myself to completely satisfying her. I was going to employ every sexual technique I had learned these past few years. Looking back on that evening, Jenny was having a carbon copy of what I was feeling. Now that Jenny has come out of her shell and accepted having sex with a man wasn’t all that bad, it has elevated her to another plane. We were so much alike. We were perfect for each other. I knew that life for the next two years living with her was going to be utopian.
I told her that I wanted the pleasure of undressing her. She stood perfectly still while I relieved her of her garments. She was wearing slacks and a blouse. I stood in back of her. With my right hand, I pinched each button out of its hole. Then I took the blouse with both hands and slipped it down her back. I threw it on the chair next to the bed. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I loved touching those firm breasts with nipples that stood at attention as soon as my hand passed over them. I let my hand slide down her torso until I felt the belt holding up the slacks. With one hand, I released it. The slacks fell to the floor. Her ass was filling out those panties. They were the next garment to fall to the floor. I turned her around and pressed my lips to hers. Moments later, I removed my tongue from her mouth. I began kissing her on her neck, shoulders and eventually the breasts. As I was kissing and licking them all over, I moved slowly down and dropped to my knees in front of her. It was like she was my master and I her slave. I looked up at her and said, "Tell me what you wan
t me to do?” She sat down on the bed, opened her legs.
"Please me,” she said.
I put my face between her thighs, and carefully began to lick and kiss each one in its turn. I was moving toward her erogenous zone with my lips and tongue working in a deliberate, teasing manner. She put her hands behind my head to hurry my movement to where she wanted my tongue and lips. With my right hand, I moved her pubic hair aside. Her clit was swollen in anticipation of my lips and tongue touching her. I believe my teasing slightly irritated her. She wanted me to get started and work her into an orgasmic frenzy. She put the pressure with her hands behind my head. She forced my mouth and tongue as tightly into her as she could manage. Then she closed her thighs and took over the movement. She began to grind. In that position I was finding it difficult to breathe. I adjusted my position. I reached up with both hands and took possession of her breast. I let my thumbs rub back and forth on her nipples until they were standing at attention. She began to mumble some words that were inaudible.
I understood four words, "Don’t stop, I’m coming.”
Her body convulsed until I thought my head was going to hit the ceiling. She released an orgasm with an incredible amount of liquid as she reached her peak. Finally, she stopped moving. We held that position for several minutes. After a while, she released her thighs and allowed me to straighten up. She put her arms under my arms and raised me up toward her face. We kissed long and passionately.
Then she said, "I want to do you.” She had me sit on the side of the bed and we changed positions. For the next half hour, she performed incredible sexual techniques that put me into another state. It was almost a spiritual experience. I was falling in love with her in a way. Since I wasn’t completely a lesbian, I would never give her a commitment, but while we were together, we would provide one another with sexual satisfaction. When she finished, I asked her to spend the night with me in my bed. I didn’t want to set a precedent, but I wanted to hold her for the night just this once. I had a need.