The Harem

by Paul Preston

  Ms. V. took off her glasses and stared me down.

  “Evelyn, why on earth are you dressed for church… in such a revealing manner?”

  I expected her judgmental look and ignored her.

  “Do you mind taking over now? I’ve really got to go. By the way, Ms. Vivienne, I’m resigning as the early morning Sunday school teacher, effective today.”

  “What? You’re resigning? Have you talked to the Pastor about this? Evelyn! Wait. Where are you going? Evelyn!”

  I walked briskly down the center of the hallway away from Ms. Vivienne’s strident voice and did not look back. I was worried my Dad would at any minute grab the back of my arm and spin me around. “Where do you think you’re going, young lady?” Jeremy joined me mid-stride and we marched quickly down the long corridor toward the rear exit. As our hands touched, I heard my Dad’s booming voice shout, the sound of his voice echoing through the hallway.

  “EVELYN!”

  “Jeremy!” I shouted. “They saw us! Run!”

  We slammed open the heavy church doors of the back exit, which made a terrible clanging sound. I took off my high heels and we ran as fast as we could down the back steps. Suddenly I felt giddy and started giggling uncontrollably. Jeremy also started laughing as we sprinted toward the church parking area, hand in hand. It was well below freezing outside, I was barefoot and had practically nothing on, but I swear I didn’t feel the cold. We made it to his super cool sports car. He opened my door and we got in.

  “Let’s get out of here!”

  “You’re hands are ice-cold, Eve. I’ve get the heater going full blast.”

  “Oh my God, that was hilarious!”

  “Did you drive here?”

  “Oh my God! My car!”

  “Do you want to follow me back to my—”

  “No, no, no! We’ll come back for it later! Let’s just get out of here! They’re going to catch me! Go Jeremy! GO! GO! GO!”

  Jeremy revved the engine and we were out of the church parking lot in seconds, leaving a black skid mark behind. I kept checking the rear view mirror to see if Dad was chasing us in his Volvo, but I didn’t see him, thank God. With the help of Jeremy, I made my escape from the church I had attended every Sunday my entire life. Now I was free and I was never going back there. I heard my cell phone ring, saw that it was from my parents, and turned it off.

  On the way Jeremy rested his warm hand under the hem on my upper thigh, like he owned it. I opened my legs slightly, and the side of his smallest finger brushed against the outer lips of my vagina, through my open-crotched panties. He gently stroked the moist folds of my sex with his fingertips as he drove.

  “You’re wearing the panties I bought you.”

  “I’m wet for you, Master Jeremy.”

  “I can tell, harem girl.”

  When he said “harem girl”, I reached my left hand over to his right thigh and placed my hand directly over the bulge in Jeremy’s pants. I left my hand there while he drove, gently squeezing, rubbing and petting it. It took me twenty seven years, but I finally touched a man’s penis. Now that I had it cradled in my hand, I didn’t want to let it go.

  “Oh my God, I don’t know what it is about you, Eve, but you’re so sexy you’re going to make me come in my pants.”

  “You may if you wish, but… may I say something to you first?”

  “What?”

  “I’d prefer if you’d come in my mouth…”

  He looked at me in disbelief. I couldn’t believe the words that had come out of my mouth either. I felt his throbbing penis shift upward. Jeremy just leaned back in his car seat. As he continued to drive, I laid down carefully, positioning myself on my side, the hem of my dress raised above my waist, my cheek resting in his lap. Jeremy adjusted the seat as far back as it would go so my head wouldn’t bump into the steering wheel. I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and freed his large thick beautiful shaft from its captivity. I took his penis into my mouth as I had done in my erotic dreams and sucked. It fit perfectly over my tongue and felt nice and warm in my mouth, between my lips. At a stop light, he reached over and opened his glove compartment, and squeezed something deliciously slippery onto my back side, all before the light had changed. As I sucked upon his penis, Jeremy massaged my back side with the oil. With the help of the lubrication, I felt one of Jeremy’s long slim fingers slide effortlessly inside of my tight opening. It felt surprisingly nice and soothing to be touched there, in that private place. I’m sure we were giving the driver next to us at the stoplight a nice show, but I didn’t care. In fact, it made my vagina even more aroused knowing that we were probably being watched.

  I felt the car move again. Jeremy stroked his finger in and out and I felt no discomfort or pain, just the pleasure of Jeremy filling this secret, forbidden place. When I relaxed the muscles of my hips, I felt his finger go in deeper and deeper. As his finger went in and out, my mouth went up and down on his shaft. I tried to swallow as much of Jeremy’s penis as I could. We both started moaning from the stimulation. I can’t begin to describe how good it felt. I felt the car pull off the road and stop.

  “I’m sorry, Eve. I’m sorry, I can’t hold back. I’m going to… come down your throat. Oh my God, Eve… I’m sorry… I…”

  I opened my mouth as wide as I could and it happened. I felt streams of thick salty sweet fluid shoot over my tongue and directly down my throat. I swallowed once and then twice, while keeping my mouth at the tip of his head. I tugged on his shaft and sucked on the rim of his penis, milking out his creamy fluid, until I swallowed every last drop. Jeremy was breathing very deeply, like he had just finished running a race. It was so easy for me to do it and it brought him so much pleasure. I held his throbbing erect shaft in my hands afterwards. When his breathing calmed, he spoke to me.

  “I’m sorry, Eve. I usually have much better control than that. You made me come so fast.”

  “That’s OK.”

  “Was that you’re first time, Eve, giving pleasure like that?”

  I nodded, licking the corners of my mouth and tasting him again. It was so easy and enjoyable to kiss him there. I don’t know why I waited so long to be sexual with a man. I decided not let my fear or shame hold me back from sharing an intimate moment with someone I liked ever again.

  “Was it OK?” I asked.

  “Was it OK? It was more than OK. Eve, you just gave me the best sex in my life. You are so talented at oral sex. It’s amazing how good you were on your first time.”

  “You’re very kind to say that.”

  “I’m not just saying it. It’s true. You’re the best I’ve ever had. Ever.”

  “I like swallowing you, Jeremy. I enjoy the taste, the sensation of your semen shooting into my mouth and sliding over my tongue and down my throat. I like it and the feeling it gives me to satisfy you that way.”

  “Thank you. Needless to say, I like it too…”

  I yawned, suddenly feeling exhausted from hardly sleeping the night before and the drama at church. I fell asleep in Jeremy’s lap on the short drive home from Bethesda, his hand over my ass.

  I woke up in the guest bedroom in his house, where we had our first sexual encounter. I saw my little black bag sitting on the dresser. He had hung my dress in the closet. I slipped it on and went through the home looking for him. I found Jeremy reading the Washington Post in the dining room. When he saw me he got up and embraced me warmly. We sat down together at the dining room table and Billingsley served a delicious lunch of broiled salmon, rice and sautéed vegetables. I was very hungry and felt much better after we ate.

  At lunch, Jeremy told me he was worried about me living at my parents’ house and remaining under their authority. He insisted we make plans immediately for me to move out. While napping, he set me up an appointment to see an upscale apartment for rent on Montrose Road. I thanked him, but confessed I didn’t have enough money saved up for a security deposit or the first month’s rent, especially for those newer condominiums in that area. He
convinced me to go check out the apartment anyway. I borrowed a warm leather jacket and we drove over to the condominium on the corner of Montrose Road and Rockville Pike.

  I fell in love with the apartment immediately. It had a balcony overlooking Rockville and had all brand new modern appliances. I was depressed that I couldn’t afford it, but Jeremy offered to cosign my lease and help me to pay the rent! Suddenly, the keys were in my hand! I was moving in tomorrow! It was all happening so fast. As we walked out of the property manager’s office, I asked Jeremy if they needed a check for the security deposit.

  “Not in this case,” he said.

  “Why?”

  “I own the building, Eve.”

  “You… own it?”

  “That’s right. Welcome to Montrose Villa Suites. And it’s only a few minutes down the road from your job!”

  “Jeremy… I don’t know what to say.”

  “You don’t have to say anything.”

  “But I can’t afford it.”

  “I’ll help you pay the rent.”

  “You will?”

  “Of course.”

  “Oh my God, Jeremy! Thank you! And when I get the money, I’ll pay you back. I promise.”

  “That’s not necessary, Eve.”

  “No, I insist. I absolutely insist.”

  “Sure. If you want to, you can pay me back. Let’s go pick up your car from the church. You can drive it back here and leave it in your assigned parking spot.”

  My first place! I couldn’t believe it. My life, at age twenty seven, was finally starting, thanks to my friend, my lover, Jeremy. I finally had my own home and the men in the white suits from Potomac Fields were not invited to come in. I was so happy! I’m free!

  After sneaking back to the church and getting my car, I drove back to my new home and parked in space 137, my parking space. I hopped back into Jeremy’s car and we drove to Montgomery Mall, stopping by the Express store and Victoria’s Secret. He bought me a whole new sexy wardrobe which we could barely stuff into the trunk of his car. I asked him to keep track of everything I owed him and I promised once again to pay him back. He said how he trusted me and not to worry about it.

  Next we ordered a bedroom and living room set at Macy’s Furniture Gallery to be delivered on Monday. Jeremy gave them the number of the property manager to be able to get in, in case I had already gone to work. I was set, although I now owed Jeremy over $7000. When I kept bringing it up he said, “Don’t worry, I know you’ll pay me back, Eve, I trust you completely.” I had escaped from my parents, my church and the two men in the white coat. Now, I would never have to go back home again. I was finally on my own, thanks to Jeremy. On the drive back I rested my hand on his penis and I felt a definite stirring there. When we returned home, it was after 7. What a day. And the best was yet to come!

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jeremy

  While Eve was sleeping, I studied a helpful article I found through a Google search, “Losing Your Virginity without Pain”. I quietly moved the massage table and everything else I needed into her bedroom without waking her. Next, I cooked dinner for us. I remembered how I enjoyed cooking dinners for my ex-wife Debbie, before our relationship fell apart. It feels like I’m married again, with Eve. After she woke up, we shared our meal. I arranged a rental in the building that I owned, close to her job, which I could see made her quite happy. We did some clothes and furniture shopping for her and came back home.

  We sat down for a moment in the living room and I told her she should probably call her parents to let them know she was OK, so they didn’t worry. She reluctantly agreed, turning on her cell phone. I listened to her end of the conversation.

  “Hi Dad… Dad… Dad, stop shouting. Dad… I’m fine… I’ll explain, if you just calm down… Dad, you’re not giving me a chance to talk. No, I’m not coming back tonight… No… Look Dad, I called you to let you know I’m fine and… I’m going to hang up if you don’t let me… No, I rented an apartment. I’m moving in tomorrow. I’m twenty seven now; it’s time for me to move out of the house. I want to be on my own now. No, I already signed the lease. I saved up the money from my tips at the restaurant. No, I’m not going to tell you the address yet. I’ll wait a few days, a week, until you both calm down and then I’ll invite you over for… Look, I said I wasn’t coming home. Where am I? I’m with a friend… No, I told you. Don’t worry about me. I’m with a friend. Yes, yes. If you must know, he’s a male friend. That’s right; I’m starting my own life now. No, I’m not coming home! What did you want me to do, wait around until Tuesday until your friends from Potomac Fields showed up to lock me away!… No, there’s nothing wrong with… OK! OK! I UNDERSTAND! IT COULDN’T BE CLEARER TO ME! I DISAPPOINTED YOU! I MADE YOU ASHAMED OF ME! OK! OK! OK! I GET IT! I’M A BAD DAUGHTER! Look, Dad, I called to tell you I’m OK, to not worry about me, that I’m happy for the first time in my life and that I’ll see you in a week or two, when all this blows over… I’ve got to go… No, I’ve got to go… I’m hanging up… Dad?... OK, bye Dad, I’m hanging up…”

  Eve hung up and turned her cell phone off again.

  “God, my parents push my buttons.”

  “At least they know you’re OK. You’re all stressed out, Eve. Come on. Let’s go to your room and relax. I want to give you a massage.”

  “That sounds great right about now, thanks.”

  I escorted Eve to her bedroom. I dimmed the lights, lit a vanilla scented candle and pressed play on the remote for my CD player. We heard the sound of waves breaking on a sea shore, gliding up the surf, and then receding back into the ocean over what sounded like thousands of pebbles. The sound repeated itself in a calming cycle. I had turned the heat up so the temperature in the room was warm and cozy for her.

  “You really know how to set the mood,” she said.

  I sat down on the bed and held out my hand to her. She sat on my lap and we kissed. I stretched her arms up and pulled the dress off over her head. I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed. I could already tell she was fully aroused by her musky female scent and hard nipples. Through the slit in her panties I could see the lips of her sex had opened for me, glistening with moisture in the luster of the candlelight. I could easily have gotten inside the remarkable creature right then, but I wanted this moment to last. She began moving her hips slowly and pressing down in my lap, dampening my trousers with her arousal.

  “Would you like me to take your clothes off, Jeremy?”

  “Yes. Very soon, I promise, Eve.”

  I fondled her breasts which were full and pleasantly heavy in my hands. I continued to kiss her lips, cheeks and neck, as I whispered to her the results of my research.

  “You’ve nothing to be afraid of, Eve. According to the website, when you have sex for the first time, the bleeding is very light and some women don’t bleed at all.”

  “Really?”

  “That’s what I read. By your age, the thin membrane that covers your vagina is only partially left. You may have some light spotting; I have some pads in the bathroom cabinet if you need them.”

  “Thank you, Jeremy. But what if I do bleed a lot? I’ll ruin your nice bed sheets.”

  “Eve, that’s the last thing you should be thinking about. I’ll just throw them out. Don’t worry about the bed sheets, OK?”

  “OK.”

  “As far as the pain goes, I read that the hymen doesn’t have nerve endings. According to the article, if everything goes smoothly and you’re aroused and ready for me, you shouldn’t feel any pain at all.”

  I saw Eve take a big breath in and out.

  “Oh my God. That’s a big relief.”

  “Should you feel any pain, or an excess amount of bleeding, it has to do with my entering you before you’re ready for me, or if you clench the inner muscles of your vagina as I’m penetrating you. The article said you should relax your mind and not feel stressed or guilty about anything. If we take it slow, use lubrication, and guide my erection inside at an angle that�
��s comfortable for you, and if you relax your internal muscles and not clench them, we should be fine. They recommended a code to use, such as tapping me on the skin during sex, so I’ll know right away if you are in any sort of pain or discomfort, so I can pull out of you. I’d like to suggest choosing a safe word for you which functions in the same manner. When you have reached your pain threshold, say your safe word, “white” and I’ll stop whatever I’m doing immediately. If my penis is hurting you, or if you’re experiencing an unpleasant feeling of any kind, say your safe word, white. OK?”

  “OK. That sounds reasonable.”

  “If you change your mind about this, or you don’t feel ready once we’ve started, say your safe word and I promise I’ll stop. Remember to relax and breathe. The more aroused you become, the more your natural lubrication makes penetration easier and the wider and wetter your vagina becomes as I enter you and slide my penis in and out of you. The site mentioned you may have the urge to urinate during the first time you have sexual intercourse. Don’t be shy or embarrassed to tell me. It’s perfectly natural. I can pull out and you can go to the bathroom if you need to. OK?”

  “OK.”

  “Now, on top of your dresser is your little black bag. Inside you’ll find a silicon-based lubricating gel, an almond-scented massage oil, a clitoral stimulating cream, and four silk sashes. Please lay them out on the bed for me, Eve.”

  Eve stood up and unzipped the bag and lined up the items I mentioned on the bed, looking with curiosity at each one.

  “Very good. Now, hand me the massage oil, remove your G-string and lay face down on the massage table. I’d like to give you a little full massage.”

  Once on the table, Eve took two deep breaths and gave herself over to the massage. As I rubbed the tension out of her body, she continued to breathe deeply and moan. Billingsley entered quietly and set down a pitcher of ice water and left without Eve knowing he was there. I worked her back, from her shoulders to her toes and spent a long time rubbing the back of her thighs and between the cleavage of her cheeks. I turned her over, massaged the front of her body, focusing on her pretty breasts and her inner thighs. I could see that the lips of her vagina had fully opened for me. Her eyes were closed, but she had a smile on her face by the time I finished. I sat her up on the table, poured her a glass of water and she took a sip.