“This guy was so good I could hardly stand. Every muscle in my body clenched, my legs especially, all the way down to my toes. Those familiar pulsations came throbbing through my balls and up my shaft until I just exploded. There should have been fireworks. Man, oh, man! My legs were so exhausted I nearly fell into the sand.
“I’d drifted into a sort of dream state when suddenly a light shone in my eyes. A deep voice shouted, ‘Stay where you are. I am a government officer.’ I was stunned. I couldn’t move a muscle. In a flash, the guy who’d just given me the world’s best blow job raced away and I was left standing naked and alone before the Sevidlam police.”
“Oh my goodness!” Meredith’s heart raced.
“And that’s not even the worst of it,” Richard said. “I was arrested on the spot on charges of immorality. In Sevidlam, homosexual acts are against the law.”
Chapter Seven
“You were arrested for…” Meredith couldn’t bring herself to say the words. She cleared her throat instead. “Goodness gracious, Richard. How on earth did the police know? Were they following you?”
“Actually, no,” Ash replied.
Richard nodded. “The officer came there to put an end to the islanders’ party. Apparently the authorities frown on those naming rituals. It was pure coincidence. They took me to one of Sevidlam’s larger islands and locked me up for three days before even sending for my legal representation. I guess the police were trying to figure out whether they would pursue the charges or let me go.”
“How severe,” Meredith said.
“Not really. They treated me well enough, as a Canadian citizen. Remember, Sevidlam relies on tourist dollars to sustain its government. Anyway, when good old Ash walked into my cell, he spoke before I could. ‘Don’t say anything that could incriminate you. The walls have ears.’ I held my tongue.”
Ash picked up the story. “I told Richard, ‘I work for the Sevidlam government. I will represent you at your tribunal hearing. You will be back in Canada by the end of the month, insha’Allah.’ I spoke loudly, for the benefit of the guard posted outside his cell. Then, I leaned in and spoke in a hushed tone. ‘This is a serious charge you are up against. If you are convicted of immoral acts in Sevidlam, you will face a lengthy jail term. You could even be flogged for a crime such as this. I suggest you go along with whatever I say.’”
Richard nodded. “I had confidence in Ash. I knew he would get me off.”
“And he does, every time,” Sheena chuckled from the sliding glass door. Wearing her colorful wrap-around skirt as a dress now, she carried a platter of sandwiches to the group. Thank goodness for real food! The platter of tropical fruits hardly provided enough sustenance after the morning’s workout.
“Joyce is not feeling well,” Sheena said as everyone dug into the pile of cheese and lettuce sandwiches. “She has gone to lie down for a while.”
“Oh, I do hope she’s all right. Maybe it’s the heat,” Meredith suggested.
“No,” Sheena replied. “It’s the chemo. She feels sick every time she starts a new course, but I think it will help.”
Meredith’s heart fell into her stomach, bubbling and burning in hydrochloric acid. Joyce was seriously ill, and here three of her friends and a relative stranger were gallivanting in her backyard? What were they thinking? “I had no idea Joyce was unwell. Is there anything I can do?”
“Come back to visit her. Joyce loves company. It lifts her spirits.” Sheena smiled. “I feel that Joyce will come through her illness.”
And was Sheena not some sort of mystic? Earlier, she’d sensed so much about Meredith. If Sheena thought Joyce would survive and thrive, that must be the case.
“We’re telling Meredith how Richard came to be banned from Sevidlam,” Ash informed his wife as the lovely woman snuggled into her husband’s lap.
“Oh, that is an excellent story.”
“It would be if everybody would stop interrupting.” Richard’s mock-irritation made Meredith smile. “See, there are no judges in Sevidlam. Instead, legal proceedings go before a tribunal of government officials. Two and a half weeks after my arrest, the Department for Morality heard my case. On the day of my hearing, the guard led me into a claustrophobically small room. God, it was so cramped and hot I’m nauseous just thinking about it.” Richard took another bite of his sandwich.
“We sat at a table in the center of the room,” Ash continued. “In front of us, the men who would determine whether Richard would return to jail or come home to Canada.”
Richard laughed, which seemed out of place. “I remember Ash whispering to me, ‘Just go along with whatever I say and I will get you out of this mess.’”
“And did he?” Meredith asked.
“I’m getting there,” Richard replied. “Okay, so at my right sat officer Elam, the man who’d arrested me. As Elam rose to address the tribunal, I had circus performers doing acrobatics in my stomach. The officer began by saying, ‘Honored tribunal members, two and a half weeks ago I witnessed Richard Clemmons, the man seated next to me, engaging in intimate sexual contact with another man. Mr. Clemmons is a visitor to our beautiful country, and has exhibited brazen disobedience of our important moral laws. Your duty is very clear, honored members of the tribunal: issue a lengthy prison sentence to Mr. Clemmons. Thank you.’ Elam nodded resolutely and took his seat. Not so sweet, but at least his accusation was short.
“I looked at Ash to gauge his reaction. He stared confidently at the head-table officials. ‘Honored tribunal members, officer Elam’s accusation is both convincing and severe. With his own eyes, he witnessed the man before you engaging in an illegal act with another man. Based on this testimony, I too would advise you to convict Mr. Clemmons.’
“My jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe my ears! I was sure I’d been set up, that somebody had it in for me. Fortunately, Ash didn’t stop there. ‘But before you do convict, I have one simple question for officer Elam. Were you ever able to apprehend the individual with whom Mr. Clemmons allegedly committed this immoral act?’
“Officer Elam adjusted his tie before answering. ‘No, unfortunately the other man evaded capture. I asked around at the party, but nobody provided me with any information leading to his arrest.’”
Ash took over. “I then turned my line of questioning to Richard. ‘That’'s because there was no other man. Isn’t that right, Mr. Clemmons?’”
Richard smiled. “I didn’t know where Ash was going with that question, but I nodded and said, ‘That’s right; there was no other man.’ After all, Ash told me I would get off if I went along with whatever he said. Still, the next words out of my brilliant lawyer’s mouth could have knocked me over with a feather.”
Ash said, “I stood before the tribunal and announced, ‘Mr. Clemmons has informed me that the other individual involved, the individual observed in a compromising circumstance by officer Elam, was not a man at all. That individual was in fact a woman.’
“Officer Elam shouted, ‘No, it was certainly not a woman,’ and one of the tribunal members asked, ‘Did you see the individual’s face, officer Elam?’
“‘Well, no,’ Elam responded, ‘but he had short hair and broad shoulders. It was certainly a man. He wore no shirt! Why would a woman be topless?’”
Richard spoke up. “I couldn’t resist calling out, ‘Because it was one hell of a good party.’ Chancy move, but the tribunal members all laughed at my joke. No, I tell a lie. One tribunal member at the far end didn’t laugh at all. I thought I was in for it until I realized his scowl wasn’t for me. ‘My wife has short hair and a strong back,’ he said. ‘Do you mean to suggest that my wife looks like a man?’
“Elam couldn’t dig his way out of that one. He stammered, ‘No, no, of course not! I would suggest no such thing.’
“The light at the end of the tunnel brightened. The tribunal member addressed me directly, asking, ‘Mr. Clemmons, was that other person a woman or a man?’”
“And?” Meredith asked. “What di
d you say? Did you lie in court?”
“Well, I wanted to respond in a way that would get me off the hook. If all this controversy happened in Canada, I’d like to think I’d have fought for the right to have sex with any willing partner, man or woman. In Sevidlam, I acted like a chicken. I blame the prison food. From a human rights perspective, of course I should have fought for the cause, made a big stink and hopefully changed the country’s laws. Honestly, though, the chances of a foreigner having any impact on Sevidlam’s statutes were slim and, really, I just wanted to go home.”
“Of course.” Meredith had never been out of the country, but she understood.
“So, I told the tribunal that Elam did indeed spot me with a woman. I claimed I didn’t dispute the charges before because I didn’t want to disgrace her. We’d only just met and we were out for a good time. I didn’t even catch her name. She was another tourist like me, so she’d probably gone home by now. You have no idea how proud I was for coming up with that relatively convincing story on the spot.
“‘Corpus delicti,’ Ash took over. ‘Officer Elam is unable to locate the “man” involved and bring him before for the tribunal. There is thus no proof any crime has taken place. The appropriate action is clear: the tribunal must declare Richard Clemmons innocent.’”
“And that’s precisely what they did,” Ash said. “We won the case.”
“Although I think they gave me the benefit of the doubt,” Richard added. “Even if they asked me never to return to Svidlam, I was still relieved to go home, and eternally grateful to Ash. They caught me with my pants down and Ash got me off.”
With a grin, Ash said, “Before leaving Sevidlam, Richard gave me his address in Canada. He said if he could ever help me, he would be more than willing.”
“That’s right,” Richard replied. “As Ash and I parted, I leaned in close and asked, ‘How could you know for sure officer Elam couldn’t identify that “other person” as a man?’ I could hear the smirk in Ash’s voice when he answered, ‘Because I had never seen officer Elam before. If I did not see his face that night, he could not have seen mine.’”
“Goodness gracious!” Meredith cried. “Ash, you were the islander at the party? Oh, you cad, getting poor Richard into trouble like that!”
“It wasn’t his fault,” Richard consoled. “I knew the laws and I could have resisted, but I didn’t want to. I’m just lucky Ash is as good at practicing law as he is at sucking cock.”
“I am convinced the two things are related somehow,” Ash joked.
Sheena kissed her husband on the cheek before continuing where Ash left off. “When Mother Nature destroyed our home island, we were left with nothing. Our home, our photographs, my art, everything was destroyed. Nature has a terrible temper sometimes, but we believe her rage was directed at our backward government, not at us. For weeks, we lived on a remote island in a camp for environmental refugees. We slept on mats in a huge tent, wearing other people’s old clothing, and having nothing of our own. Strict rules, no privacy. It was like prison. Then Ash considered Richard’s offer of assistance. With Richard’s help and my husband’s status in government, we came to Canada with special permission. Richard got us settled here in Sheridan. The three of us became very well-known in the process.”
“I think you mean, ‘well-acquainted,’” Richard corrected her.
“Yes, thank you.” Sheena laughed. To Meredith she explained, “After many years of schooling, Ash spoke excellent English even when we lived in Sevidlam. I spoke some, but Richard was very kind to help me improve my English when we came to live here.”
“Well, you speak English very well.” Meredith felt silly offering such a trite compliment to the woman whose body she’d writhed against only moments ago. But what of the men? Speaking softly in hopes they wouldn’t hear, she asked, “Sheena, none of your husband’s activities trouble you?”
Sheena shook her head vehemently. “I have always been the same way as Ash, liking men and liking women. That is why we have such a good marriage, I think. Plus, there is nothing hotter than watching your man get it on with another man.”
Meredith couldn’t argue, though she doubted if Jeff would ever do such a thing.
“I will tell you one part of the story Richard left out.” Sheena winked to her blond friend. “The night of my little nephew’s naming ceremony, it was my fault Richard got arrested. I noticed this stranger with big muscles at the party and I thought it would be sexy to watch him with my husband. The seduction was my idea, and I saw everything.”
Sheena seemed remorseful. Her eyes were downcast and her pink lips curled into a frown. Was that a tear on her cheek?
“Water under the bridge, Sheen,” Richard consoled. “Everything worked out in the end. And, hey, I totally agree with you. Two cocks are better than one!”
Blushing, Meredith giggled with the men as Sheena wiped away tears with her palm. And then the sliding glass door opened.
Chapter Eight
Guilt formed a brick of the cheese sandwich in Meredith’s stomach. Sheena, Richard and Ash all greeted Joyce casually, as if nothing was wrong. How could they be so insensitive? It was impolite to laugh and talk about silly things like penises around an ill person. Meredith ran to the Joyce’s side, fussing and asking how she felt.
“I’m not an invalid,” Joyce scolded. “When I need your help, I’ll ask for it.”
Where did that come from? Meredith only wanted to be of service. The tears welling in her eyes obstructed her view of the face before her. Was Joyce still angry?
Allowing her head to fall forward, Meredith released a sob. “I’m sorry. I don’t know…what did I do?”
When Joyce put her arms around Meredith, she breathed a heavy-hearted sigh into the velvet dress and freed her tears against a bony shoulder.
“Look kiddo, I’m sorry for snapping at you. I just get so sick of people pitying me all the time. All the sacrifices you could make wouldn’t cure me, and making them would just leave you feeling drained and resentful.”
“But I want you to feel better.” Meredith sniffled, trying very hard to ignore the sensual feel of Joyce’s velvet dress against her still-naked skin.
Loosening Meredith’s grasp, Joyce pulled away, but kept hold of her hands. “Okay, I tell you what: as much as I enjoy my fishing and all that, my favorite hobby is spending time with friends, old and new. I love opening my house to Sheena and Ash and Richard and others like them. It’s a lot like…you know when you take your kids to the park and instead of fighting with the other kids or each other, they just get along and play? No scraps, no scrapes, just fun. You know how that makes you feel happy and proud, like your heart is going to explode? That’s the kind of pleasure I get, watching you young people amuse yourselves. If you really want to help, you can spend more of your time here with me and my dears. I love having friends around, especially when those friends are beautiful, young and naked.”
“I certainly will visit you.” Meredith pictured herself and Jeff showing up on Joyce’s doorstep like Adam and Eve, Jeff with a fig leaf hovering against his groin. Who would have guessed this kind of gathering went on in sleepy Sheridan?
Sheena came over and stood behind Meredith as Joyce took her seat—the one with the odd corded ball on the armrest. The roundness of Sheena’s body provided comfort. Those expert hands around her waist sent waves of warmth across her skin, making Meredith happy to be naked. Deep breaths. Sheena still smelled of roses.
“Close your eyes,” whispered the wise woman. “There is much you can learn from Joyce.”
Sheena spoke slowly, allowing each word its worthy weight.
“To serve those around you, you must first feel happy and fulfilled in yourself.”
The warm breeze of Sheena’s breath excited the sensitive hairs deep inside her ear.
“When you are satisfied in life, when you are at peace, when you are fearless, other people want to be near you. You become a beacon.”
The invisible hairs
surrounding Meredith’s mouth tickled as Sheena’s fingertips brushed her lips.
“When you defy your fears, your family, your friends, even strangers, respond to you with admiration.”
Fingertips wandered down her neck, along her chest, around the curve of her breast. Meredith released a pleasured, “Oh.” Her skin danced under that touch.
“Your joy rubs off on those around you, and they become joyful also.”
Meredith nearly leapt out of her body when Sheena petted the golden hairs along her abdomen. One of those unexpected too-good sensations…
“But it all starts with you, beautiful Meredith, golden woman, finding pleasure in life.”
There was some version of heaven in Sheena’s touch. Her fingers brushed gently through the dark honey hair below Meredith’s navel. Too gently. And too high. Oh, please, touch lower.
Chapter Nine
“Think for a moment and tell me,” Sheena said. “What do you want right now?”
Meredith couldn’t think outside this moment of pleasure. She wanted nothing more than gratification from Sheena’s expert hand. Taking it in hers, she slipped those smallish fingers into her wet slit.
Ohhh.
Her pussy lips enveloped their new visitors, coating them in natural moisture. Her clit awakened.
“Don’t stop touching me.” That’s what Meredith wanted.
“I will not stop,” Sheena replied, with a hot kiss to Meredith’s shoulder and another to her neck. Small but firm fingers rubbed warm liquid against her tumescent clit. Her knees weakened. “Oh, you are very wet, Meredith. Tell me about the film strip rolling behind your eyelids.”
Blushing, Meredith admitted to the erotic images captured on the film of her imagination. “I keep picturing Richard and Ash on the beach. Ash is on his knees, sucking Richard’s…you know, his thing…” She couldn’t get the word out, bashful even after this day of naughtiness.
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