by Lee Dorsey
The conversation was light. I knew that Colin wanted to spend his day working on the "Boys in the Band” script. I had a busy day in front of me as well. When we finished eating, we cleared the table. I thanked Colin for a wonderful night and for fixing me breakfast. I told him to be at my house in Brooklyn at seven-thirty sharp on Saturday night. "Jenny is very anxious to make your acquaintance. She is fixing something special just for you.” I wrote down my address and home phone number. Then I stood and left it on the table.
Colin took me into his arms and gave me one of his passionate kisses. He escorted me to the elevator. I left the apartment building and took the subway downtown. When I walked into the theater, the first person I saw was the director speaking with a woman in the lobby. He stopped his conversation and turned toward me.
"Androgyny, you’re late for class,” he scolded.
"Yes, sir, the class is why I’m here. I have to speak with you.”
He excused himself from the woman. Then he took me by my arm and escorted me into his office. He sat behind his desk and requested that I sit down in a chair facing him. "Now tell me, what is the problem?”
I had this feeling of nervousness come over me, but I had to face the situation head on. "Sir, I said, I have decided to withdraw from the school. My reasons for enrolling in the theater program were to establish me as a legitimate professional actress. Quite by accident, I have been cast in a play to be directed by Ed Golden. He offered me the lead in a new play that is scheduled to open Off-Broadway in six weeks. I vacillated as to whether I should remain in school or accept the part. After a lot of thought and consideration, I’ve decided on the latter. I hope you understand and can accept my decision.”
He looked over his glasses at me. "That’s amazing. This must break some kind of record. According to our records you lived in Kansas until a few weeks ago,” he commented.
He just sat and looked at me with this incredulous stare. "Ms. La Bonti told me that you were one of her most promising students, but I had no idea you could be that promising in this short period of time.” He took a pause and then stood as he addressed me. Extending his hand, he took mine in a firm grip. He said, "Androgyny, I want to offer you my sincere wishes and good luck. Since you have only been with the school for less than two weeks, I will speak with our treasurer about refunding half of the tuition you paid.”
That’s very generous, sir. But, whatever money you are recommending to be refunded to me, put it toward another student’s tuition who is having financial difficulties,” I told him.
"You’re not only a very talented actress, but a generous one as well.” He released my hand. "Goodbye, and keep in touch.”
I turned and left the office. When I got on the sidewalk outside the theater, I got a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. I kept thinking, "I hope I’m making the right decision.”
I took the subway back to Brooklyn. It seemed strange going home this early in the morning. When I arrived at the house, I found a note from Jenny. It was driving her crazy not knowing what I had decided to do. She said in the note that she was coming right home after school.
I picked up the phone and called my mother. I wanted to give her a play by play of what was happening to me. She answered on the first ring. "Hi! It’s your New York actress daughter.”
"Why aren’t you in class? Is there something wrong?”
"No, Mom, I have some wonderful news. I’ve been offered the lead in an Off-Broadway play. It’s going to be directed by one of the best directors in the country.” I took a pause and let it sink in what I just told her. "What do think about that?”
"What happened to your being in school?” she asked.
"It’s a long story, Mom, but when the play opens, I want you to come to New York and see it. "I’ll explain everything then. Is everything alright back home?”
"Everything is fine.” She took a slight pause. "Your friend Helen comes by almost every day asking if I’ve heard from you. What is it with that girl? Sometimes, she acts more like a love sick boyfriend than a girlfriend. If I didn’t know better, I would think she’s gay. All she talks about is coming to New York during her Christmas break to spend time with you.”
I have to nip this in the bud, I thought. "Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll take care of Helen. I just wanted to call and fill you in on what’s been happening to me. It won’t be too long until you can brag to the neighbors that your daughter is a professional New York actress.” I took another pause. "Mom, do you happen to have Helen’s address and phone number handy?”
"Yes, hold on a minute.” She momentarily stepped away from the phone. When she returned, she asked, "Do you have a pencil?”
"Yes, I’m ready.” She slowly said the address and phone number. After I copied down the information, I said, "Mom, listen, I have to go now. I have a lot of work to do before my roommate comes home.”
"I love you, Androgyny,” she said with tears in her voice.
"I love you too, Mom. I’m going to hang up now. I’ll talk to you soon, goodbye.” I hung up the phone.
I walked into the kitchen. I took a new bottle of wine from the refrigerator. I opened it and poured a glass. I sat in the living room and contemplated about what I was going to do about the "Helen” situation. The last thing in the world I wanted was her coming to New York. She’ll expect to be living with me here. That would cause a lot of trouble between Jenny and me. I didn’t need that.
After a lot of thought, I figured the best thing to do was to call her. If I write her a letter, the words may be misinterpreted. I looked at my watch. It was twelve-thirty. She was probably in class now. Most classes are usually finished by three o’clock. I’ll allow her a half hour to get home. Then I’ll place the call.
I fixed myself a sandwich. Then I sat at the kitchen table reading the play. This was not Shakespeare, but it was a cute little piece of work. I’m sure it will be warmly received by the audience. I read it through a second time. I underlined all of my lines with a yellow highlighter.
I checked my watch again. I figured that Jenny’s classes must be finished by four o’clock. It’s a half hour ride home on the subway. That will put her there around four-thirty. If I place the call to Helen at three thirty that will give me forty-five minutes to say to her what I have to say. I will need to deliver a message that will get her out of my life. Suddenly, I had an epiphany. I will tell her that I met a man at school. It was love at first sight and we have decided to get married. We are going to tie the knot this weekend.
After reading the play again slowly and concentrating on my lines, my watch signaled it was time to call Helen. I got that nervous feeling in my stomach. I don’t handle stress very well and I certainly don’t do well with confrontation. I dialed her number. It rang twice. On the second ring a woman answered the phone. It was her mother. "Hi! May I please speak to Helen,” Her mother told me to hold on for a second. Then I heard Helen pick up the phone.
"Hello, who is this?” she asked.
"Remember me. This is Androgyny calling from New York,” I said.
"Oh, Androgyny, it’s so good to hear your voice. How have you been? I was just thinking about you. I was on the computer looking at airline tickets to New York. I was hoping to surprise you at Christmas and come see you.”
"I see. Well, I just finished speaking with my mother. She told me you were thinking about coming to New York.” I took a long pause. "Helen, that’s why I’m calling, you see, something has happened in my life that you need to know.”
There was a pause. I think she instinctively knew I was going to pass along some bad news.
"What has happened in your life, Androgyny?” she cautiously asked.
"I met someone here in New York. It was love at first sight. We’ve decided to tie the knot on Saturday. I’m sorry you’re not here. I would have asked you to be a bridesmaid.”
There was a long pause. "You’re getting married?”
"Yes.” There was a slight pause, and then I continued
. "So, as much as I would like to see you at Christmas, you’re coming to New York would not be a good idea. Maybe we’ll get together for dinner the next time I come home.”
There was another pause, and then Helen began to cry. "I have to go now, goodbye.” She hung up.
I felt terrible, but I didn’t have another choice. This taught me a lesson. There’s nothing wrong with having a lot of relationships. But, for it to be sane, they will have to be one at a time. The people in Kansas have an outlook on relationships. They believe in monogamy.
I heard the door open. It was Jenny coming home. I had just concluded the conversation with Helen in the nick of time. "Boy, you didn’t lose any time getting home. Did you take a helicopter?”
"That’s very funny. I haven’t seen Ted since the weekend. So, tell me, what did you decide?”
I took a slight pause. "I’m going to be an Off-Broadway actress. I’ll make sure that you have front row seats on opening night. It’s a Theater-in-the-Round, so there isn’t a bad seat in the house.”
"That’s wonderful. I’ll have to fix you a special dinner this evening to celebrate. I may also do something for you after dinner too,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
The thought of her doing something for me later got me leaking. "I have some more news. Colin has agreed to come over on Saturday night for dinner. I don’t think there will be any problem getting him to go to bed with the two of us,” I announced.
She took a pause. She had her back to me as she began to prepare something on the stove. "When we all go to bed together may I make a request?”
"Colin is game for most things. What did you have in mind?”
"Remember the first time you and I had sex. You put on that strap-on and entered me anally.”
"Yes, I remember, why?”
"I think about it a lot. I would like to try it with a man. I was going to ask Ted to do it, but every time I began to broach the subject with him I got embarrassed and held back.” She took a slight pause, and then she said, "I was pondering if you’d bring up the subject with Colin and see what he says. If he doesn’t want to, I’ll understand,” she shyly said.
"I don’t know if he has ever had that kind of sex. But, once we get him into bed, and under the right compromising positions, I’m sure it won’t take too much prodding,” I assured her.
Jenny smiled and said, "Now I would like you to sit down in the living room and have a glass of wine while I fix you something nice for dinner,” as she handed me a freshly opened bottle of wine from the refrigerator.
After I drank two glasses of wine, Jenny called me into the kitchen. She had prepared a chicken dinner with all the trimmings. I don’t know what I would do if I hadn’t met Jenny on that plane ride several weeks ago. I would either starve or be forced to eat in restaurants every day.
Jenny had a million questions about my attending the auditions, my meeting with Ed Golden and a description of the play. She requested that I allow her to read it at some point. I told her, unfortunately for the next few weeks, I would have the script in my possession exclusively. "I need to memorize my lines.” But, I countered with, "I would like you to hear my lines once they are committed to memory.”
After we finished dinner, I helped Jenny clear the table and load the dishwasher. Then she took me by the arm and escorted me to her bedroom. I stood by the side of the bed. She walked around me almost in a ceremonial movement. When she would stop in back of me, she would remove a piece of clothing. Jenny had stripping her partner down to a science. Before long, I was completely naked.
She asked me a curious question while standing behind me. "Have you ever had anal sex?”
Before I had a chance to answer her question, she put one of her fingers between my legs and began to caress my vulva. Simultaneously, she placed another finger between the cheeks of my ass. Without my realizing it, the finger she inserted in my ass was lubricated. She began an interesting movement with her hand. The lubricated finger moved in and out of my anal opening, while the other finger stroked my clit. I became enraptured in pleasure. I could have stood there for hours allowing her to pleasure me.
Finally, she nudged me onto the bed. I fell on my back and my legs dropped open in anticipation of her performing cunnilingus. I wasn’t disappointed. Moments later, she was kneeling between my legs and began to kiss and lick my thighs. Slowly and methodically, she moved those lips and tongue into my erogenous zone.
Sex is mystical when your partner is well schooled. I didn’t know a lot about Jenny’s background, but I knew the things she was capable of doing must have had a long history. She knew every aspect of the female anatomy. She knew all the right spots to touch and the ones to concentrate on. That’s one of the things about having sex with another woman; they can pleasure another woman in a way that a man can never please her. The pleasure a man offers with his penis is lacking in a woman, but it may be compensated by the use of a dildo. Clair taught me that a few years ago.
When I was completely depleted from several incredible orgasms, I turned to Jenny and returned the favor. I rested my body on hers when she was satisfied. When the alarm went off the next morning, we were still in that position.
I moved over and let Jenny get out of bed. I decided to sleep in for another hour. It usually takes Jenny that long to get ready for school. When she finally left the bedroom, I got out of bed. I could hear Jenny in the kitchen fixing breakfast. I took a quick shower, put on a bathrobe and went downstairs. Jenny had anticipated my getting up. She had fixed my breakfast too.
Jenny hurried through her breakfast and left the house for school. I continued to sit at the table and drink my coffee. After a while, I cleared the table. I picked up my script and walked into the living room.
During the morning hours, I read the play over three times. I took a break for lunch. Then I spent the afternoon memorizing my lines. I had a technique that I always employed. I would not only memorize my lines, but I would also memorize the cue line before my line. That would put me in a position to aid the actor I was playing opposite in the event they were to go cold. That way everyone would benefit. Another more experienced actor at college taught me that reasoning. I remember standing in the wings waiting to make my entrance on stage. There was another actor standing next to me. We were to enter together. I had been negligent in memorizing my lines for the play. I whispered to that actor, "I’m scared to death. I’m not completely confident of my lines.” He looked at me and said, "Don’t worry, I have you covered. I memorized your lines as well as my own.” From that day on, I always followed that method of memorization.
On Saturday morning, I placed a phone call to Colin. I wanted to ensure he was still coming for dinner. When he answered the phone, he sounded like I had awakened him from a deep sleep.
"Hello,” he said in a weak voice.
"Hi! This is your hostess for the evening. I’m just calling to ensure you’re still on track for dinner this evening?”
"What time is it?” he inquired.
"It’s time for you to get up and meet the new day,” I said with a smile in my voice.
"Androgyny, why are you calling me this early in the morning?” he said with agitation in his voice.
I took a pause. Then I said, "It’s nine o’clock. Most of New York is up and about by now.”
"Dinner isn’t until seven-thirty this evening. I’ll be there. Now, I’m going to hang up and go back to sleep for another hour. Goodbye,” he hung up the phone.
Jenny and I had to go out. We wanted to do some food shopping. Jenny inquired if I knew what Colin liked to eat. I tried to think back. "What was it he usually ordered in restaurants?” From what I could remember, there wasn’t one particular thing. Jenny decided that the main course would be a roast.
When we got back to the house, Jenny went to work on preparing the roast for cooking. While she was busy in the kitchen, I sat in the living room and looked over my script. After a while, Jenny came in and sat across from me.
; "I’m really excited about meeting Colin. Is there anything you can tell me about him that I don’t already know,” she asked.
"No, I think I’ve told you everything,” I said.
She took a long pause and drank a sip of her wine. Then she asked, "How is he in bed? Is he like most young guys and prematurely comes when he sees a woman’s genitalia?”
"No, he’s not quite that bad, but we have to be careful with him. He can be premature when he gets too excited. I’ve learned how to handle him. Let me take the lead. Now, I can’t make any promises if we get him to do you in the butt. But if he does it, just don’t get carried away while he’s doing it? I know the signs when he’s about to come. I’ll do what I can to control the situation.”
After a few minutes, Jenny said, "I’m going upstairs and get setup for this evening.”
When we were out shopping, Jenny wanted to stop at the pharmacy. I wasn’t sure why. Then she located the section where KY was being sold. She purchased a tube. I knew immediately what she was up to. She was placing that KY within easy reach by the bed. Furthermore, Jenny was expecting me to ensure Colin put on a generous amount KY before mounting her. I can see that my job will be to coach Colin.
I enjoy watching people have sex. When Anthony, Claire and I were a team, sometimes we would sit around and watch porn movies. We had become voyeurs. It would get the three of us very excited. Most of the time, we never finished watching the film.
Jenny’s fascination with anal sex was amazing to me. I did her once with a dildo. Now she seemed hooked. When Anthony would perform anal sex on me, I learned to enjoy it. But, it never became an obsession. Claire on the other hand, didn’t particularly like it, but she tolerated it for Anthony’s sake. I think in the beginning, Anthony may have gotten carried away and rushed it. Claire must have experienced some pain. It only takes one time for something like that to happen. If something hurts us, we don’t want to go back for seconds.