American Backroads
Flight Line
20 December 2014
I WAS GETTING ANXIOUS, shifting from foot to foot like a four-year-old in need of a bathroom. Criminy! I’d just seen her four months ago. You’d think this would be easy. But here I was, waiting at the exit from the concourse, afraid that she’d…
Fuck! What was I afraid of? Since Alice sent me her flight details two weeks ago, I don’t think I’d slept through an entire night. I’d sat in front of my computer with stories in progress and had written nothing. I had an idea for a Valentine contest story. I knew Blackfeather needed work. I’d written about half of the first chapter of LNDtH Part VI: El Rancho del Corazón. I’d written another Pygmalion Revisited story. And all I could think about was Alice. She’d be with me for three solid weeks. With me. Loving me.
I wish she’d get off the fucking plane!
“Is that all the greeting I get?”
I whipped around and saw the beautiful young woman in front of me. Shit! She’d walked right by me and I didn’t recognize her!
There was some justification for that. She was dressed. Not that I expected her to get off the plane naked, but I’d never seen her in a dress. When I met her, it was summer and the girls were all in short-shorts at the carwash. Then at the club… well, the clothes were negligible. When we went to Yellowstone, she’d been in cut-offs any time we weren’t in the trailer. But this young woman was… dressed!
I wrapped her in a hug and she kissed me warmly. Then I had to hold her at arm’s length just so I could look her up and down. And up. Her heels were high enough that even my inch-high cowboy boots left me looking up into her eyes. Eyes that were hidden beneath her sunglasses and floppy hat. The charcoal gray dress was tightly fitted through the bodice and fell loosely from her waist to mid-calf. She wore a purple scarf that matched her shoes and a light gray jacket. She pulled her little carry-on suitcase behind.
“Wow! Just, wow! How can you be so much more beautiful than I even remembered? Alice, you’re simply so… beautiful.” Yeah. I’m a writer. I have so many descriptive words to use about how people look and the only one I can think of is ‘beautiful.’
“Ari, you’re staring at me. Is it okay?”
“Okay? Sweetheart, I want to take you to dinner and dancing and show you to the world! I’m sorry I’m not more dressed up.” I was wearing jeans and my cowboy boots, but I’d also put on a white shirt and was wearing my Singapore-tailored sport coat. I didn’t look too bad. Still, by comparison… “Do you have luggage to pick up?” I asked.
“Everything’s in this,” she said glancing at the little bag.
“You packed light.”
“We’re going to a nudist park. I wore most of my clothes,” she giggled. “Ari, it was so cool. It was my first time on an airplane. I was so nervous! I wished you were there with me. The flight attendant was so nice. She offered me a drink and when I said I was only nineteen, she just gushed over me. She made me a virgin bloody Mary. That was the closest I’d been to virgin since I was thirteen. And then she moved me to the front of the plane and gave me a window seat. I saw all the clouds and during her break she sat beside me.” Once the little ice had been broken when she arrived, she couldn’t stop talking about her trip. She punctuated her sentences with little kisses and we’d barely managed to move out of the flow of people rushing from the gate area to their waiting rides. “Oh! There she is! Kim! Over here!” Alice waved at a flight attendant.
“Oh, Alice. Did you find him? Is this your lucky young man?” the attendant asked as she approached us. “Oh! I’m sorry. You’re…”
“I’m her lucky young man,” I said extending my hand. “Aroslav.” She was obviously shocked by my age, but she recovered quickly.
“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Aroslav,” she said. “I’m Kim. It was such a delight to have Alice on our flight.”
“I can’t thank you enough for taking such good care of her.”
“Can we take you to your hotel, Kim? I mean, do you mind, Ari?” Alice asked. She leaned close to me. “I just adore her. Don’t you?”
Now that she mentioned it, Kim was adorable. Well, I’d always had a bit of a thing for flight attendants anyway.
A Long Time Ago: The Lion City
IT WAS MY FIRST TRIP to Singapore and I was pretty damned excited. I’d been invited to speak at a writers’ conference on the effect of eBooks on the publishing industry. That was how I had gotten into high tech. I’d been earning a living in the industry for several years publishing trade journals and extolling the benefits of electronic publishing. The work got me noticed and I was recruited to work on the new technology that would put books on portable readers that my employer was convinced would be the wave of the future.
When I’d spoken at my first conference and had shown the palm-sized device with books on it, the twenty or so people in my session laughed at me. Literally laughed! The consensus had been that no one would give up paper to read on a miniature computer. I was talking to a bunch of Luddites.
Just a year later, though, this conference had latched onto the idea that everyone was going to read on little devices. They wanted to know how it was going to affect their publishing prospects. I had answers—or at least prognostications.
The flight from LA to Singapore is long. This was years before non-stop service between the cities and even that was nearly nineteen hours. Add a layover in Tokyo and you have a twenty-two-hour trip, but with the International Dateline, I left LA in the morning and arrived in Singapore at ten at night—the next day. It was the eight-hour flight from Narita to the Lion City that was interesting.
The flight attendants all wore print sarongs. They were stunning—most of Chinese descent. My flight attendant was no exception.
I always request an aisle seat. I hate having to climb over people to get to the restroom. Having people on the inside needing to get out just means that I get up to stretch occasionally. And it gives me better access to the flight attendants as they go by.
I had a very attentive attendant.
I’d tried to sleep as much as possible on the leg from LA to Tokyo, assisted by having stayed up most of the night before. My task on the Tokyo to Singapore leg was to stay awake while many others were nodding off to sleep. I was doing okay until the dinner menu came around and I saw Macallan 12 scotch. I’d ordered that before I got my dinner order organized. Straight up. Very mellow. I don’t remember what I ate.
Guan-yin, my flight attendant, brought coffee after my dinner and asked about my plans in Singapore. She was quite chatty and I realized that everyone around me was asleep. I suppose she had little else to do. Another flight attendant was similarly engaged up the aisle. I saw no sign of the other four.
“Of course, being a xīfāng rén, you must go to Raffles and drink a Singapore Sling,” she laughed. “They will serve it with a bowl of peanuts. It is a test. If you eat the peanuts with your fingers, you are of no… What word do I want? Value? Worth? Um… Character! In any restaurant, when you are served peanuts, eat them one at a time with chopsticks.” I’d eaten my meal with chopsticks and felt good about my skills.
“I don’t drink very much,” I said. “Though scotch is a weakness. What is it you said I am? Xīfāng rén?” That was back in the days when I could still hear out of both ears and I was good at repeating languages, even if I didn’t know what I was saying.
“Oh. That is a… um… westerner. A báirén. A white man. There is a very good scotch bar near the water. We were once an English colony, you know.”
“I take it that a rén is a man?” I asked.
“I must be very careful what I say to you,” she laughed. “You will speak Mandarin Chinese soon.”
“I doubt that. I wonder, though, will I have any difficulty communicating in Singapore?”
“Everyone speaks English. At least everyone who went to school in Singapore. English is the official language of education for everything except Mother Tongue. There are three other official languages in Singapore: Tamil, Malay, and Mandarin Chinese. All students take classes in Mother Tongue, depending on what ethnicity they are. English students must take one of the other three and most choose Chinese. So, nearly everyone in Singapore speaks English and at least one other language,” she said.
I was getting an education, but at that point my delightful teacher had to tend to the next round of drink service. The next time around she brought me another Macallan 12.
I found my way to my hotel by midnight and was sorry that I was unable to talk to Guan-yin longer. I had a day to explore Singapore before the conference started and hopefully adjust to the clock change. I get the days confused, but there was either fifteen hours or nine hours difference between here and California. Either way, it was almost impossible to communicate. Noon on Wednesday was nine p.m. Tuesday on the West Coast. Yesterday.
Fortunately, I was met by a business associate Wednesday at noon and he showed me several areas, including Raffles. He was impressed that I snatched peanuts out of the dish with my chopsticks as I drank my Singapore Sling. Believe me when I say I only needed to drink one and was glad I had the rest of the day to recover. Gin, cherry liqueur, Cointreau, Benedictine, grenadine, pineapple juice, lime juice, and bitters. We sat and talked for nearly two hours as I nursed the tall drink that would have been easy to guzzle.
For dinner, we went to the Long Beach Restaurant for chili crab and pepper crab. Steven, my host, told me that I had to compare the flavors of the two spicy dishes. It was impossible for me to choose which I liked best. But even more importantly, this is where I was introduced to watermelon juice as a before dinner drink. I didn’t sit down to another meal in Singapore without a tall cold glass before I ate.
The conference got started on Thursday. Like most of these conferences, it ran through the weekend. The attendees were largely independent writers and had to arrange time off work. I attended the keynote and dinner on Thursday and by Friday felt ready to face the conference with my own presentation. What a difference. There had been twenty skeptical people at my session in Seattle a year previously. There were over a hundred writers hungry for information in Singapore. After the presentation, I stood in the hallway with a cup of coffee and a line of people with questions that I didn’t have time to answer during the session.
I’d noticed a pretty girl waiting patiently until the line died down. I excused myself from the last questioner and turned to face her.
Like most xīfāng rén, I find it almost impossible to guess the age of an Asian woman. She could be twelve or thirty. Personally, I use clothing as my clue. This young woman was wearing a fashion I’d seen while strolling through the shops in the business district the day before. She had flat shoes with no socks, black leggings that stuck out beneath a very short bubble skirt and stopped about mid-calf, and about four layers of different styles of shirt that hung off her shoulders in different directions. I guessed fourteen.
“If I had known I was serving someone so important, I might have asked you back to the crew quarters,” she said when I took her offered hand. What?
“Um… Do I know you?”
“How soon these báirén forget,” she laughed.
“Guan-yin? Oh, my! You look so different out of uniform,” I said. Honestly, she looked much older on the airplane. I mean, not old, but… Oh, shit!
“I look even more different when I am out of these clothes,” she whispered.
We had a lovely evening. I found out over dinner that she was also a writer and already had a reader on which she had downloaded many books.
“Mostly fan fiction right now,” she said. “I’m shipping a Star Wars pairing of Han Solo and Luke Skywalker that is very hot.” I have never figured out what it is about gay male sex that turns on so many straight women. I guess it’s the same as lesbian sex turning on men. My head wasn’t cooperating.
“Do you live here in Singapore?” I asked.
“Yes.” She looked me in the eye. I hadn’t felt that hungry appraisal since Jodie back in grad school. “I wouldn’t have to go home tonight, though.”
“I’d love to show you the beautiful room they gave me at the Fairmont.”
“I’ve always wanted to see their rooms.”
It was a beautiful room. I’d been surprised that I had such a nice space, but the company had a corporate account there. We stood by the window and looked out over the red roofs of Clarke Quay. I turned to Guan-yin and met her lips as she lifted them to me.
We took our time and undressed each other as we continued to watch the lights of the city below us. We were illuminated only by the light that came in through our window. No matter what style she dressed in or how juvenile her taste in literature might be, Guan-yin was no child. Her breasts were a perfect size for her small frame and I answered the call of her nipples to be sucked. She was barely over five feet tall and I easily lifted her in my arms to carry to the bed. She had curly dark hair on her mons, but was smooth below. She rolled toward me and gasped.
“What is it?” I asked as she pushed away from me slightly.
“Oh! I thought it was just prejudice.”
“I don’t think I’m prejudiced. Did I do something to offend you?”
“No! Not that. Chinese women… They… We never have sex with western men. I thought it was just prejudice that my mother passed on to me and I was happy to defy her and take a western lover. But I don’t think that will fit.” She touched my erect cock and stroked it softly. “I will suck, Aroslav, but I don’t think I can put something that size in my yīndào.”
“I’m just barely average,” I laughed.
“For a white man, perhaps. Chinese men are as long, but they are slimmer. I think you would hurt me.” That sucked. What could I say?
“I certainly don’t want to hurt you,” I said. “If it is too much, we don’t need to have intercourse to enjoy each other. For now, why don’t you relax and enjoy it while I eat you.”
“Really? You’d do that?” I started heading south, sprinkling little kisses across her breasts and abdomen. “Ari, before you do… I have a nǎiyóu yīndào. A very… creamy pussy. If it offends you, you do not need to touch it.” You’ve got to be kidding! I continued south and soothed her back as I opened the petals of her tiny flower.
I love cunnilingus. From that first time with Cher when I was bicycling cross country, I have relished the opportunity to lick any pussy I could get my tongue into. But I have never met a pussy that dripped such copious amounts of thick white lubricant. It even tasted creamy.
“Oh, yes! Lick my yīndì!” she cried. I wasn’t sure what she was specifically referring to, but I made sure to lick everything that was available. Those were the last mostly English words that I heard for the next several minutes.
No matter how much I licked up, there was an unending supply of creamy lubricant filling her pussy and I had to see if I’d be accepted. I kissed my way up Guan-yin and she hungrily met my lips, cleaning her own fluids off my face. I pressed the head of my cock against her pussy lips and felt every muscle in her body tense up.
“Don’t hurt me.”
“Guan-yin, no matter what you may have heard about American men, I will not hurt you. If it doesn’t work, we’ll do something else,” I said as I pushed forward. We both groaned as I began to penetrate the tight confines of her tiny pussy. By this time, I wasn’t sure it would work either. I paused and rested periodically, but Guan-yin pulled me forward and I sank deeper. When I was fully lodged in her home, we stayed still and both panted. I’d never felt anything so tight on my cock and Guan-yin had never been so stretched.
“Ari, it is okay. I can take you, but be gentle and not too long. If we are too vigorous, I am certain I will be stretched beyond the use of normal men.”
“It won’t be long, I promise,” I said. Just starting to slide back and forth a little let me know that I would not last long. She slipped her hand between us and I could feel her begin to work her clit. As soon as she touched it, I felt a new surge of lubrication deep within her and her muscles truly began to relax. I moved more freely and as I did, Guan-yin ramped up quickly to another orgasm. When she came, there was no holding back and I let go while pressing our pubic bones tightly together. She squealed when the first pulse hit and came again.
Pulling out was almost painful as my sensitive cock was dragged through her tight sheath.
“I have never been so filled!” Guan-yin exclaimed. “Or thrilled. Oh, Ari, I loved it, but I don’t think I can do that again. Am I all stretched out?” I kissed my way down her body and between her legs. There was so much cream dripping from her pussy that it looked like I’d come in her unprotected. I pulled off the condom and checked it to see that it was quite full. I tossed it in the wastebasket. Then I cleaned her thoroughly with my tongue and she rose again to a climax in just a few moments.
“My dear, I don’t believe you have suffered. You are so tight I could barely get my tongue in to lick you.”
“Could we just do that the rest of the weekend?” she asked. “Until, maybe, just before you leave. I do want to feel it again.”
Hmm. I could do that.
Back to Alice and Kim
IT TURNED OUT that Kim was based in Phoenix and her apartment was only about a mile from our condo in Scottsdale. There was a lot of chit-chat about flying and Kim’s schedule. She had to be back at the airport Sunday morning for a long day flying from Phoenix to LA to Reno to Seattle to Salt Lake City and back to Phoenix. But then she would have three days off.
We arranged to have dinner together on Monday. Then I took Alice to our little condo.
It was a nice place. One-bedroom, full kitchen, balcony overlooking a prize-winning golf course. And in the courtyard, a beautiful pool and spa. Before Alice could strip, though, I wanted to take this stunning young woman out to dinner.
“Don’t you have food in the condo?” she asked.
“Alice, I’m an old man…”
“You are not!”
“An older guy in the company of a drop-dead gorgeous young woman who is dressed to the nines. Please don’t blame me for wanting to show her off to the world,” I said. “You are just so beautiful!”
“I get it. You want to strut around in front of all the old men in the restaurant showing them what you get to go home with,” she said.
“No! That’s not it,” I hastened to object. Then I thought. “Yeah. I guess that is what it is. I feel like I’m somebody when I’m with you and I want to show off.”
“Ari,” she whispered as she closed the gap to kiss me lightly. “You are somebody. Somebody I love. I’ll agree to let you show me off under one condition. No. Make that two conditions.”
“What is it you want, sweetheart?”
“First, when you are done showing me off and we’ve eaten our fill of whatever you’re going to feed me, we come back here and you remove every stitch of my clothing and see how long we can make love tonight. Ari, I want you.” I was enthusiastically nodding my head. I wouldn’t be drinking tonight. I needed all my stamina. “And second, Monday, when Kim comes to visit, you help me seduce and ravish her.” I caught my breath.
“Really? Why do you even want me here?”
“Because I’m scared a little.” I held her in my arms and led her to the sofa to sit while she explained. “I work in a gentlemen’s club. I’m a stripper. The other employees are strippers. We watch each other strip. We bump into each other in the dressing room. We even become friends and hug each other while we’re naked. Sometimes we kiss. But I’ve never gone further than kissing or some good-natured tweaks of a girl’s nipple or slap on the ass. It’s not unheard of for girls to help each other out in the dressing room. Girls turn me on, but I’ve never met one I wanted to go down on. Until today.”
“So, you’ve never gone down on another girl?” I said. She shook her head. “And you’re afraid you won’t like it?”
“Not exactly that,” Alice said softly. “I’m afraid she won’t like me.”
“Honey, I will make love to you as long as we are both awake tonight,” I said. “And I will do my best to help you seduce and make love to Kim. As long as it’s seduction and not coercion or force.” She nodded her head. “And my sweet girl, I will do this even if we don’t go out to dinner tonight. I love you.”
Alice bounced off my lap and grabbed my hand, dragging me off the sofa. I was ready to just undress the girl and start making love.
“Where are we going for dinner?” she asked brightly.
On Sunday, Alice and I commandeered the fireplace grill. No one else seemed interested. Alice had left ten inches of snow in Montana and I was still in shirtsleeves. But most of the snowbirds were freezing in the sixty-two-degree weather. We wore our swimming suits and took a blanket with us. We had a bottle of champagne and had grilled a steak and asparagus for dinner. It was fully dark by six o’clock and the temperature had been dropping for two hours. Still, we were warm and cozy wrapped in our blanket in one of the lounge chairs we’d dragged from the pool.
“I’ve never celebrated Solstice with you, Ari. Tell me about the ritual. Including making love at the end.”
“Well, typically, I’d have twenty to thirty guests. Everyone brought food and we’d have a regular feast. I especially looked forward to Mary’s chocolate covered brittle. Whatever it was she did when she made it, it was the one sweet that I looked forward to every year. Before it was gone, I tried to squirrel away half a dozen pieces to eat later.”
“I didn’t know you like sweets!”
“Mostly, I just like sweet women.”
“What did you serve?”
“I changed it up each year. One year I wrapped a ham in pastry dough and baked it. I have this incredible recipe for solstice turkey that includes stuffing it with oranges, inserting a thousand slivers of garlic under the skin, then cooking it on the grill while basting it with orange juice, whiskey, and butter. Pretty remarkable. I served prime rib one year. I cooked a leg of pork, which is not the same as a ham. I even made an Italian timpano one year. I can’t even begin to describe it. You have to experience it. Or watch the movie The Big Night sometime. That’s where I got the idea. One year, I made it four different times for different occasions.”
“And now you just grill a steak for two. It seems like so much is missing.”
“I loved the celebration every year. It’s my favorite holiday. But sharing a simple meal with you for this celebration… It’s the best.”
“What else happened?”
“One of the things that has been missing in my private celebration since I moved into the trailer is lighting three candles to represent the goddess as maiden, mother, and crone, and then telling the story of the goddess in the underworld. There’s an official version someplace of Persephone and Hades, but every year I wrote my own. I did one where I rewrote Christmas Carols and did the entire story musically. One year, I told it as a story in the old west. Once it was set in Afghanistan. I made it different every year.”
“Tell me, Ari. Tell me the story.”
A Few Years Ago: The Goddess in the Underworld
THE LAST TIME I told the story, I was an angry and bitter man. The love of my life was no longer interested. It was a shock that sent my entire system into spasms. My back was wracked with pain and I was leaning heavily on my ritual staff. But we were still celebrating solstice with our friends. It was my thirtieth solstice celebration. I stood in front of our friends knowing—knowing!—this would be the last time.
I rapped. Or tried to.
I tossed and turned in my rocky bed.
No visions of sugarplums danced in my head.
I slept with my head filled with dread
When in the middle of the night, midnight, a voice said,
“Poor man.”
I floated above and could see I was dead
Panic in my chest was being fed
By memories of darkness and light and that led
To philosophers and poets and something I read
About yin yang.
Poor man.
No yin. All yang.
I clawed my way to the top of the bottom of the heap
Where I learned the art of how to keep
A spark of light alive in the deep
Chasm that opened beneath my feet.
I discovered that opening was more than a well
As I slipped at the edge and tumbled and fell
And my voice was silent ’cause there was no one to tell
That because it’s private doesn’t mean it’s not hell.
Then you came to me, gagged and bound. You
Wore nothing at all but the pain that hounds you—
The source of which still confounds you
’cause there’s simply no reason for the empty around you.
Poor woman.
You carried a grudge for all that you’d lost
And wanted to blame me for all that it cost,
But I cut the cords that bound you and tossed
Them into hell’s flames where they burned with the dross.
Yin Yang
Poor woman
All yin. No yang.
There was a deafening crash when we came together.
Nature abhors a vacuum whether
In outer space or in the nether
Reaches of an empty heart wanting better.
We reached the heights as lover to lover
And danced in the brightness under the cover
Of the sun. We never thought to discover
Whether two empty vessels could fill each other.
You said it was nice but you had to be going.
There were seeds to be planted and crops to be sowing
In fields of plenty where warm winds were blowing
Across the tulips and the love we were growing.
My heart shriveled up; it was so complicated.
I didn’t want you to go; I was so frustrated
Over losing the throne I’d abdicated.
But it seemed life alone was the one that was fated.
Then you took my crown
And turned it around
Put it over your hips instead of a gown.
When I said “don’t leave,” you said, “don’t frown,
Enter into me and you will have new life
As the prince of light and I’ll be your wife
Even though we’re surrounded by a world that’s rife
With terror and hardship and hatred and strife.”
Wherever you walked there was hope and good cheer
And I learned to be brave and to show no fear
Of the haunting ghosts of sadness and tears
That waited below in the winter each year.
By autumn’s first frost I was pushing up daisies
While you wandered free in the places
I’d come to love; it drove me crazy
That I was again consigned to Hades.
But now there’s the hope of life anew
If I just have the courage to wait a few
Months until the wheel turns true
And I can be reborn to be with you.
Because that’s the promise of the eternal wheel:
What comes around goes around, that’s the deal.
Back to Alice
“YOU STILL LOVE HER, don’t you, Ari?” Alice whispered.
“Always will, sweetheart. But there is no going back. I’ve left that life on the log,” I said. We kissed and talked about our memories of the past year, especially our week together at Yellowstone.
“What are you hoping for the future, Ari?” Alice asked as we held our candles.
“I’m hoping,” I said, looking into her eyes and feeling a connection that went beyond her sitting on my lap, “that my goddess will visit me again.” She smiled and kissed me. I lit my little stub of a candle and set it on the fireplace. “And you?” I asked.
“I’m hoping to celebrate Solstice with you again next year,” she whispered. She lit her candle and pushed me back on the lounger. She straddled me and I pulled our blanket over us. Before she settled into my lap, Alice dragged my swimming trunks down to free my cock. It wasn’t very impressive, but that didn’t stop her from settling on top of me. She pulled the gusset of her bikini to the side so her labia could nestle with my cock.
And we kissed.
I pushed her bikini above her breasts and she pressed them against my bare chest. We could have just packed up our things and gone to our room, but under the dark of the moon and next to the glowing embers of the fire, the union of god and goddess took on a mystical life of its own. As we kissed, I became hard. When I was hard, Alice simply moved forward and slid back down, taking me into her warm depths. My hands found the round globes of her butt and rode with her as she moved up and down my shaft.
And we kissed.
She clasped me in her warm sheath and I lost myself in the sensuality of my goddess. I have spoken of many women as goddesses, but that is the essence of woman. The young woman writhing on my dick was just that. Perhaps she was Selene, the maiden goddess, but she was no virgin. She was far from the crone, Hecate. But the mother goddess, Demeter, seemed too focused on the hearth to capture the spirit of the woman in my arms. There must be another goddess—one that is hot and wet and demanding of the essence of man, her god, to fill her. My heart raced in syncopation with the strokes she took on my staff. I suckled her breasts, not for food, but for passion. I captured her buttocks in my hands and held her to me. I breathed out my passion and my love.
And we kissed.
The temperature was near fifty, the fire was merely coals, and our candles were melted wax on the brick surface when we finally reached our climax. Our moans were swallowed by the other’s mouth. No one disturbed us as we continued to love beneath our blanket long into the night.
And we kissed.
We did make it to bed Sunday night—or perhaps it was early Monday morning. We slept late on Monday and ate in the condo. I did a little writing, trying to get back on track with Living Next Door to Heaven. It had been such a release to write the end of book five and taking a break was making it difficult to get back in the flow of the story. I knew that I didn’t want to make a bunch of fake crises for the crew to handle, but when it comes down to it, there isn’t that much daily excitement in the life of a college student if you aren’t taking on a bunch of new lovers or stepping on a ping pong ball. Didn’t get that reference? Read the script for Mame or watch the movie.
It was nice, though, to simply lie in bed cuddled up to Alice while we wrote or read. Or kissed. Have I mentioned how much I like kissing Alice?
By mid-afternoon, though, Alice was getting antsy. She put on her bikini and demanded that I take her to the pool.
“Shit, Ari! Is it going to be this cold at Quartzsite? I’ll be poking guys’ eyes out with my nipples!”
“I asked if you were sure you wanted to come out here. It’s only sixty-five,” I protested.
“That’s forty-five degrees warmer than it was in Montana when I left,” she said. She walked to the pool, brazenly strutting around in her bikini in spite of the temperature. She stuck her toe in the water. “Ari! Come here!” I hurried to her side.
And she pushed me into the fracking pool!
As I fell toward the water, I knew I was going to die. You should have waited until I put you on an insurance policy. When I hit the water, my heart didn’t stop. I came up spluttering and grabbed for my sunglasses before they floated away. In spite of the temperature, the sky was crystal clear and the sun was glaring down.
Alice dove into the pool next to me before I had a chance to completely register my surroundings.
“It’s heated!” she cried. “Isn’t it wonderful? I’m going to make sure Kim brings a bikini. This is so great!” And that explained why I wasn’t having a heart attack. We were going to freeze when we left the pool and the cool wind hit us, but it was a calm day. We should have enough time to dry off before we froze.
We splashed and swam in the pool, enjoying playing with each other. When we finally left the water, there were six old guys sitting in loungers watching us. To a one, they were dressed in shorts and hoodie sweatshirts. Alice boldly walked the entire length of the pool in front of them, dragging her towel behind her. I followed hoping the guys who came for the show would suffer all night long.
Alice tried diligently to make sure I wouldn’t have any dramatic response to seeing Kim. I was sure I wouldn’t have any responses for a long time. It takes a while to recharge. I’d do about anything for that girl, though. Just to have her curl up next to me while we were reading.
She was downstairs waiting at the door when Kim arrived. I was in the kitchen. I decided to do one of my favorite poached chicken recipes. If nothing else, it would show Alice I could cook something that wasn’t on the grill. I have an oven in the trailer that has never been used. It has to be lit by hand, which I could figure out eventually. But ovens are difficult to clean. Even when you are very careful, they still get dirty. So rather than mess up the oven, I find other ways to cook.
The women were giggling when they entered the condo. I was just turning the temperature down on the rice. When I came out of the kitchen to greet Kim, I held out my hand. She passed right by it and gave me a hug and a warm kiss on the lips. Not wet and passionate, mind you, but a little more than a friendly kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you so much for inviting me to dinner,” she said. “You can’t imagine how tired I get of eating alone or with my roommates. All three of us work different schedules, so usually it’s alone. I’m so glad to have three days off, even though it means I have to work Christmas Day.”
“Do you have family you’ll get to see during the holiday?” I asked.
“Not until next week. My parents live in Virginia and will spend a week in a condo like this over New Year’s. I’ll get another three days off and then have the misery flight on New Year’s Day. At least on Christmas Day, most of the fliers aren’t hung over.”
“I know what you mean. I’m always thankful we aren’t open on New Year’s Day,” Alice said. “This year, I’m taking the whole season off.”
“Where do you work, Alice?” Kim asked. “I thought you were a student.” Hmm. I wondered how Alice was going to handle that. I had assumed she already covered the subject with her new friend.
“I’m a dancer. I’ll tell you all about it after dinner while Ari is out having his evening cigar.” She gave me a significant look and I figured out that I was going to take a walk with a cigar this evening. Well, this was all for Alice and Kim was pleasant company.
The table in the dining room was quite small. In a pinch, you could seat four at it but, even at the counter, there were only three stools. Seating three at the round table was comfortable and put us all within easy reach of each other. That proved significant as there were frequent touches during our conversation.
“What’s the most exciting place you’ve traveled to?” Alice asked as she touched Kim’s hand. The touch lingered as Kim swallowed her food.
“Exciting isn’t the same as the favorite place,” Kim said. “I had way too much excitement in San Francisco a year ago. I got separated from the other flight attendants heading for the hotel after dinner and took a wrong turn. I ended up in a place called the Tenderloin. It scared me to death. I was sure I was going to be dragged into an alley, gang raped, and sold into slavery.”
“How did you get out?” I asked. I’d been in that area and wasn’t even comfortable there as a man. Kim turned toward me and repeated Alice’s gesture by laying her hand lightly on mine.
“The kindness of strangers,” she whispered.
“A Streetcar Named Desire,” I responded automatically.
“Oh, my gosh! You know!” she said, gripping my hand a little more tightly. “No one knows that.”
“I’m surprised you know it,” I laughed. “It was, I’m sure, before your time.”
“I have always depended on the kindness of strangers,” she quoted. “And my love of old movies. If it came out before 1960, I’ve probably seen it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it sound like you were old.”
“Not that old!” I said. Streetcar came out in ’51.
“Ari is a playwright and novelist. He knows all that kind of thing.”
“Really? What have you written?”
“Mysteries, thrillers, romance.”
Thankfully, Alice changed the subject before we got into details. Then she sent me out to have my smoke while she and Kim did up the dishes.
When I got back to the condo about forty minutes later, I noted that the furniture in the little living area had been rearranged. The coffee table had been moved away from the sofa and the chairs were against the wall. I called out when I entered and Alice rushed to meet me. She was wearing a robe and said they were just in the process of changing clothes. She handed me my Bermudas and a T-shirt and said to change into them quickly and sit in the middle of the sofa.
“Everything you need is in the pockets,” she said. “And lose the jockeys.”
I changed clothes quickly, putting my jeans and oxford shirt on a dining room chair with my briefs and socks. I checked the pockets of the shorts and found a wad of dollar bills and a couple twenties in one pocket and some condoms in the other. I got the picture and sat in the center of the sofa.
“Get your hands out of your pants, guys. Here she is, straight from Roxie’s Foxes, Sierra!” Alice announced from the bedroom. She danced in with her cell phone playing some music with a strong beat. It was a little tinny coming from the tiny speaker, but she didn’t let that stop her performance. I could see Kim peeking around the bedroom door to watch.
I’d only seen Alice on stage once. When she’d taken me for private dances in the ‘naughty room,’ the focus was more on getting up close and personal than on dancing. She was wearing a flouncy short skirt and her bikini top. I tipped her almost as soon as she appeared and she lifted her skirt so I could slide the bill under the edge of her G-string. It only took two songs for Alice to get completely naked and make sure that I was getting some great entertainment. I just kept handing her bills and putting them wherever she told me to. That included having her hold her pussy lips apart and then squeezing them shut on the bill I held between my lips.
When Alice had finished dancing, she cuddled up next to me on the sofa and kissed me long and hard. I did not hesitate to pet her beautiful breasts and hold her tightly, breaking all strip club rules.
“I thought you didn’t want to feel like a stripper,” I whispered.
“That was in August,” she giggled. “Now I know I’m your lover and I wanted to play with you. But you’re really going to love the second act.”
“Second act?”
“Gentlemen, direct your attention to our center stage for a new sensation,” she said in a louder announcer voice. “This girl has been a member of the mile-high club since she was sixteen. She usually entertains at thirty thousand feet, but she’s put her feet on the ground tonight. For one night only, Ariel!” Alice thumbed in a new song on her phone and after a couple measures, Kim spun into the center of the living room.
She didn’t look at us. She danced. I think part of the time she had her eyes closed. I pulled out a dollar bill to tip her, but she didn’t notice. Alice and I just watched her whirl and spin and get lost in her dance.
Then Kim pushed down her bikini bottoms and we saw she was wearing a thong. I glanced at Alice and she shrugged. Then she reached across me to rub my cock through my shorts. Yes, I was enjoying Kim’s display. When her top came off, there was nothing under it but Kim. She wasn’t huge on top, but her nipples were long and stiff.
She opened her eyes, looking a little worried as she searched out Alice and me. She saw I had dollar bills in my hands and danced up closer. She looked at Alice and then turned her right hip to me, holding out the waist of the G-string for me to slide the bill up her thigh to be snapped in place. Seeing that I had a second dollar ready, she turned the other hip and repeated the process. We could easily see she was flushed.
Kim looked at the bills in her belt and folded them down tightly before dancing back in front of us. She reached for Alice’s hand and had her take hold of the folded bill on her right hip. Then she had me clasp the other bill. It was like having handles on her waistband. We got the message. As we pulled, the tiny G-string slid down her hips, over her mound, and out of her crack as she wiggled. Soon, the panties were off her feet and we looked up into the smoothly shaved slit and tight landing strip above.
Alice immediately stood to join Kim, dancing together and rubbing their bodies against each other. They worked their way back in front of me, their hips swaying in unison.
“Say, Mister,” Alice said huskily. “I see you’ve still got your two-for-one ticket.” She pointed at the twenties remaining in my hand. “You want two dances or two girls?” I held a bill out to each of them and they took my hands to pull me toward the bedroom.
A Long Time Ago: Ménage à Trois
IT WASN’T MY FIRST by a long shot. The first was in high school. Well, technically, it was during senior week when we were all sleeping until noon or later and going out to party by five. I guess it’s a country thing. My graduating class had sixty-five people in it. We could get just about everybody who wanted to party in five cars. We’d been to Randy’s house with the pool and I watched Bruce dive off the bathhouse. He almost didn’t make it all the way to the pool.
We weren’t all drunk or stoned. We were all a little reckless.
I don’t even remember whose station wagon we piled into to go home. I know that I was sitting in the back with Deb pushed back between my legs and Shannon sitting wedged in the corner next to us with her feet over Deb’s. My knees were pulled up and my wrist was on my knee in such a way that my hand dangled just in front of Deb’s breast. Every so often we’d hit a bump and I’d just bump into her breast a little. Then Deb would lean forward to say something to Shannon and her breast would press into my palm and I’d squeeze a little. Deb wiggled back against my growing erection.
We came to a stop and let one of the guys out at his house. Of course, we all had to get out of the car and say goodnight—or good morning. It must have been about three. Then we piled back into the car. I got into the back first, of course, but was surprised when Deb took Shannon’s place in the corner and Shannon fit herself between my legs. Now my hand was dangling a scarce inch away from Shannon’s right tit.
Shannon was a fantasy girl in high school. She was about five-four, blonde, trim, and sexy. Last December, we’d been working on the Christmas convo at school and needed to run to a store for more crepe paper streamers. I had Mom’s Galaxie, the passenger door of which conveniently didn’t open from the outside. I’d figured the advantages of that quickly. I held the driver’s door open for Shannon so she could slide across. I slid quickly beside her and before she moved all the way over, I said, “Shannon, look up.” She looked up at the mistletoe I’d hung over the dome light and I pressed my lips against hers.
I expected it to be a pretty quick peck and wasn’t prepared for Shannon to pull me in for a real kiss. A good, tongue-filled, deep kiss. When she released me, she didn’t slide the rest of the way over.
“That was sneaky,” she giggled. “Nice, but sneaky.”
“Well, I guess you’ll know the next time,” I laughed. We ran our errand and when she got back in the car, she stopped in the middle of the seat and looked at me expectantly. The second kiss was even better than the first. When we got back to the school with the crepe, we paused for a good five-minute tongue-battle before we went in.
Deb and I had been working together on my evolution show, but we hadn’t yet decided we were really dating more than just having fun together, so I decided to take a chance.
“Shannon, would you… um… I’d like to take you out this weekend,” I said. The kiss had given me courage that I’d never have had otherwise.
“Oh, Ari. I’d like to, really. But… well, I think things are getting serious with Eric. I just turned eighteen and that’s when he said he’d give me his frat pin. I think he’s going to do it this weekend. Um… I guess that means I can’t do this kind of thing any longer. I liked the kiss, though,” she said.
Yeah. I liked it, too.
I wasn’t certain what the status of the boyfriend was now that graduation loomed near, but she wiggled back between my legs and against my hard cock. Deb and I knew we were headed in different directions this summer and planned to do as much as possible in the limited time and space we had. The car bounced. Shannon’s tit bounced. My hand bounced. Shannon leaned forward to whisper something in Deb’s ear and her right breast was in my hand. I squeezed. I’d touched that little tit a few nights earlier as we were ‘passing the bod’, a game we played at parties. I liked the feeling of it in my hand.
Shannon’s hand clamped over mine and I figured she was about to scream at me. Instead, she crushed my hand to her breast and held it there as she sat back. Her other hand moved between us and squeezed my cock. I looked at Deb and she was grinning at me. What the hell. If it’s okay with my girlfriend and okay with Shannon, I was going to enjoy rubbing and squeezing heaven’s first tit. It was luscious and destined to be over all too soon, as we stopped at Shannon’s house next.
We all piled out and hugged Shannon. There were kisses going around as well. Deb kept hold of my hand and stopped me from getting back in the station wagon.
“I left my car here earlier,” Deb said. We waved to our friends and they drove off leaving the three of us on the sidewalk.
“You don’t have to go yet, do you?” Shannon asked. She leaned forward and gave Deb a little kiss on the lips and then did the same to me. She took my hand and led us into the house and straight to her bedroom. “Mom and Dad are on the opposite side of the house,” Shannon whispered. “But Amy is just on the other side of the bathroom so we need to be quiet.” Amy was Shannon’s year-younger sister and every bit as cute.
I made sure the door was closed and caught Deb and Shannon in a kiss.
“Could you, uh… help me take care of something?” Deb asked, tilting her head toward me.
“You’ll really let me?” Shannon whispered. Deb nodded.
“Believe me, there’s enough for both of us.”
I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I was in a room with a bed and two of the hottest girls in my graduating class. And then they descended on me.
I know what you’re thinking. He said he didn’t lose his virginity until college. Well, that’s right. But I was the best blown virgin in my freshman class. We didn’t get completely undressed, but pants came down and girl’s underwear got lost and I got to suck those gorgeous boobs I’d lusted after for three years.
I’m a little slow about relationships. I always read and even write about high school guys who are sure of themselves and confident in reading what a woman wants. Not me. I just let them lead. But even I eventually understood that I wasn’t the center attraction in this threesome. Deb had once mentioned that she was bi-curious and wouldn’t mind making out with a girl for a while. I thought she and Carol might have done a little something in front of Jon on Valentine’s Day when I was with Georgia. But it was clear that Deb was using my cock to entice Shannon into playing with Deb. It was, however, the greatest blowjob of my young life. They made me lie back and then the two of them licked up and down my cock and kissed around it. They were lip-locked over the head when I erupted and they kept me sealed in their mouths with their tongues working overtime against me and each other until I slipped out from between them. They continued to kiss.
It wasn’t long before the two girls were too involved with each other to pay any more attention to me. Deb waved me away. I got out of bed and pulled my pants up. While I was putting my shoes on, I got a glance up Shannon’s skirt to her blonde thatch. I couldn’t resist. I ran a hand up the inside of each girl’s thigh and their legs parted enough that I could dip my fingers into the wet warmth of both girls. They kept kissing and had hands on each other’s tits as I continued to diddle until each girl had come. Satisfied that my services were no longer needed, I headed to the door, licking my fingers and comparing the scent of the two girls. They never noticed me leave.
I stopped for a moment outside the door and just leaned against the wall breathing deeply. I shoved a hand in my pocket to rearrange my cock that had swollen again while I fingered the girls and felt Deb’s car key. At least I had a way home if I could stay awake.
“I can’t believe they left you in that condition,” a voice said beside me. “Selfish bitches.” I turned to see Amy. She was looking straight at my crotch. I was looking at hers. She had panties on and a silky nightgown that almost covered them. “She’s always leaving her messes for me to clean up,” Amy continued as she sank to her knees in front of me. In a second, she had my cock out and was attempting to prove that she could suck as well as her sister. It didn’t take long for me to reward her efforts.
“God, Amy. That was amazing. Thank you.”
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked, pulling her panties down and off. She put her hands against the wall next to her sister’s door and thrust her butt out.
“You did such a good job, I won’t be hard for the rest of the night,” I laughed softly.
“Would you at least get me off?” she said, wiggling her butt from side to side. It wouldn’t be gentlemanly of me to leave a girl in need. Amy was surprised when I leaned in to kiss her, but responded readily. I had one hand up under her nightie and the other hand stroking her steamy pussy. I had a feeling she’d been listening outside her sister’s door the whole time we were in there. She was primed and slammed her butt back against the door when she came, whining in my mouth.
“What?” came a voice from the bedroom.
“You better go,” Amy whispered. I did, and heard the bedroom door open just as I stepped out the front door.
Back to Alice and Kim
I COMPLETEY ENJOYED my time with Alice and Kim. Alice had given me a supply of condoms, so I knew she expected me to use them, at least with Kim. Alice and I had confirmed each other’s blood tests and had never used a condom. I loved having the two girls stacked on top of each other making out as I licked both their pussies. They managed to position themselves at the edge of the bed in such a way that I could slip into one pussy and then the other as I pumped in and out. I filled the condom and I’m not sure which girl’s pussy I was in at the time. I sank to my knees and made sure they both had a sweet orgasm. The entire time they had been face to face and mouth to mouth.
It became clear to me that, like the first threesome I’d been in, I was an accessory, not the main event. I had plenty of time to recover as I lay beside the two girls and distributed little pets and kisses as they discovered each other. Alice kissed me and petted with me while Kim was between her legs. Then I got to clean Alice’s juices from Kim’s face while my girlfriend collected her own reward between Kim’s legs.
Eventually, a new condom was applied to my rejuvenated cock and Kim mounted me for a long, luxurious ride while Alice pressed her pussy into my mouth. Alice finally fell asleep between Kim and me.
I left the girls asleep the next morning when I got up to make coffee. I checked email and Facebook then opened Blackfeather. I was still waiting for Jay’s comments, but as I read, I could already hear him clearing his throat and saying, “It’s too easy for them.” That was always the hardest part about writing. As I read through the first fifty pages, I could see that half of what I’d written needed to be cut and I really hadn’t resolved the major issues. Proto Raven was one thing, but introducing Proto Wolf was going to be tricky. Still, I could see the wolf was a unifying factor between the timelines and even with the younger kids.
A Few Years Ago: Steal His Shoes
I FELT LIKE I’d dedicated my life to researching the history of printing. I’d managed to get my fingers inky at a print shop, had talked to dozens of guys who had suffered through the conversion from hot lead to cold type and then digital typography. I’d even talked to a famous author of thrillers who gave me pointers and compared what I was working on to a story she was preparing that also involved a secret library.
This story deserved time and care. I filled a notebook with details tracking the exact progress of the Library of Alexandria to Carthage to Constantinople via Rome. I read reports of the burnings—both at Alexandria by Caesar and deeper in Egypt by a Muslim general. I determined both were spurious. Not that there hadn’t been fires, but that the bulk of the vast collection had not been there. The collection had continued to grow as it traveled, at a rate that the scribes and librarians could not keep up with copying. I found the history and legends of impenetrable Mount Nemrud in Turkey and determined that would be the final resting place of the library.
On 1 January 2009, I started writing. I wove the story carefully between chapters that told of the journey and the people involved. I edited. I scratched things out to make everything perfect. I rewrote entire passages. I had forty thousand words by August.
And I hated all of them. It was technically one of the best things I’d written. Emotionally, it was flat.
I sent the manuscript to Jay. Two weeks later, he sent it back. I joke sometimes about how he wrote almost as many words criticizing the book as I had written in the story. It was detailed and tore the manuscript to shreds. His first words were, “It’s too easy. Steal their shoes.”
The summary was that both the hero and the villain had everything necessary to solve the problem and combat each other. The hero was an expert in the printing of the Incunabula and a member of a secret society that kept the arcane knowledge alive. The villain was rich and had supercomputers and technology to track the movements and beat the heroes to the draw. They suffered from Robert Langdon syndrome. The hero of Dan Brown’s popular The Da Vinci Code and sequels, is unstoppable. He has an eidetic memory, PhDs in symbology and art, and god-knows what else. He’s physically fit, swims every day, and can charm the panties off a nun. There is no reason for him to ever fail. He has no flaws.
My hero, Keith, was like that and it made me cringe.
The second thing he told me was that all that research and carefully planned movement of the library—more than half of what I’d written so far—was necessary for me to know but my readers weren’t interested. To them, that just slowed down the story. It was me showing how much I knew. My audience didn’t care.
Back to Alice and Kim
I COULD SEE Blackfeather in that light now. I resurrected my electronic copy of Joseph Campbell’s The Hero’s Journey and started plotting the events out according to the cycle. I could see weaknesses.
And I could hear voices coming from the bedroom.
I’d long-since finished the first pot of coffee and decided I’d better get some more on, as well as some breakfast for the two beauties. And beautiful they were. I hadn’t even thought about dressing when I got up. Apparently, they hadn’t either. They both rushed into my arms and pressed all their womanly charms against my bare flesh.
They’d taken the time to shower and I was sure by the glow they emitted that they’d cleaned each other thoroughly.
“Here is a man who can wake up next to two naked girls and get out of bed so he can write about it,” Alice laughed. She kissed me deeply, holding me in an embrace that I would relive for days. “Thank you, Ari,” she whispered. “You always know what I need.” She surrendered her place to Kim who also rubbed against me and kissed like a long-lost lover. I couldn’t help but caress those ripe, beautiful breasts as she touched my still-soft cock.
“I hope you’ll have more of this for me before I have to leave this Sapphic paradise,” she said, rubbing me against her soft center. “Thank you for sharing Alice with me, Ari.”
“I should thank Alice for sharing you,” I laughed. “I’d better get this little casserole off the stove and serve you ladies breakfast.”
We spent a relaxed day, including a trip to the pool to parade in front of the old men who gathered there. I was sure they were taking bets as to whether I would have three women with me the next day. Jealous daggers were looked my direction, but I let them slide off as we swam and played in the warm water.
Dinner was at a local Mexican restaurant Kim recommended. No matter how hard I tried not to, I still overate. I had a Corona with dinner, but no other alcohol. I didn’t want any nerves deadened.
“Ari describes women in his stories,” Alice said. “I don’t know how he does it. My senses were so overwhelmed last night that I’m not sure I could describe anything about you.”
“You’ll have to take time to observe more closely tonight,” Kim answered. The two women stripped off their clothes as soon as we’d stepped through the door of the condo. I couldn’t believe I was the slow one getting naked. I kept getting distracted by the vision of the two young women almost shyly touching each other and leaning in until their breasts kissed as their lips did.
“Sit on the sofa, Ari,” Alice said. I grabbed a couple towels and spread them out to sit on.
“We can’t be having another striptease,” I said. “You’re both already naked.”
“This is special, sweetheart,” Alice said. The two girls approached and Alice held Kim in front of her.
“Will you do it for me, Ari? Describe me?” Kim whispered.
“I’ve been painting pictures of you in my mind all day,” I answered. “Your dark brown hair falling to your shoulders, but piled up in a tight little bun when you dress to go out or to work. Your eyes are almost the same color as your hair. Your nose is straight and leads the eye directly to your full and very kissable lips.”
“Thank you,” she said. I was just getting warmed up. “But that’s not what I want you to describe.” Alice held Kim steady as Kim lifted her right foot and placed it on the back of the sofa next to my left shoulder. She leaned in so her sex was mere inches from my face. “Describe me.”
I took my glasses off. This near, she was clearer without them. I inhaled deeply and looked up into the opening sex of this little beauty.
“The first thing I noticed was a gentle scent,” I whispered. “It was so exciting that I wanted to lick it off my nose. Like a distant field of new-mown hay, without the accompanying sneeze. When I opened my eyes, I saw your little landing strip, neatly trimmed away from your crease as if to say, ‘Lick. No hair will get in your mouth.’ The gentle swelling of your outer labia tells me that you are excited, even though your inner lips are still sealed tightly together, protecting the secret treasures inside. I see the little bump where your clitoris is hiding, completely out of sight from prying eyes.” I glanced up high enough to see that Alice was kissing her friend’s neck as she lightly caressed her breasts. Kim’s eyes were closed and she breathed deeply, leaning back against my tall lover.
“When they are close together like this, your inner lips are a bit s-shaped. They are together at the bump and curve slightly to my left, then to the right, and finally back to the left. They’ve begun to part at that point and I see the evidence of your arousal in the form of a thin glistening stream that is tracking toward the star of your anus. It makes me wonder if you are sensitive there. It makes me want to taste you.” Kim whimpered and I could see her leg tremble. I placed a hand under it to help support her. Then I reached out with my tongue and licked the fluid from where it touched her asshole up to where the lips were beginning to part.
“You have a savory flavor. Like the scent, it is gentle, but distinct from the surrounding skin. I think I would be happy if my flight attendant offered me this little snack instead of pretzels on my flight. I can imagine her placing her foot on the far armrest as she lifted her skirt to give me access to her special in-flight entertainment.”
“Again. Taste again,” Kim whispered. I obliged by sliding my tongue up between the folds of her petals and opening them. I released a flood of her juices from behind the dam. I took a moment to savor them.
“Your arousal provides both snack and beverage,” I said between licks. “The liquid is almost like green tea, but still scented with the outdoors. I’m nearer to that field of new mown hay now and can catch overtones of clover in the air. Now that the lips have parted, they form a perfect wishbone from the top and spread around this pulsing opening.” I licked again. “Now the star of our show is making her appearance from behind the curtains. She’s blushing, unused to this brazen performance, but she steps boldly onto the stage, accepting the adoration of her fan.” I licked the bud of her clit as it emerged from its hood and Kim shook. Then I pressed my face closer and probed deeply with my tongue.
“Your vagina is like another mouth, begging to be kissed. It welcomes my tongue and sucks at me. I’m French kissing your pussy. Its passion stirs my own. My nose touches the nose of your clit and, like Eskimos, we rub together. I feel the wetness and oil-like sheen coating my nose and press it forward again. I hear the little squishes as my mouth makes love to you and let my fingers probe into your depths. I can feel your urethra as I explore gently around the opening, but I am drawn into you. There is an immediate change of temperature in just these millimeters of intrusion. I understand that I have gone from outside to inside. The tight little ring at the entrance embraces me with a hug, but welcomes me in.”
Alice had her hands full. I was certain that Kim wasn’t supporting any of her own weight. Even the leg that was raised to the back of the sofa flopped out at the knee, opening her even more. I had one hand under her butt and the other playing in her pussy. Alice had an arm wrapped around Kim’s middle and the other supporting from underneath.
“I can feel muscles rippling all through the depth of your inner chamber as I explore. I can’t quite reach the rubbery ring of your cervix at this angle and think with pleasure of how it will feel when my cock touches it and I come in you,” I continued. “There. There is the little rough spot at the top of your vagina that tells me a bundle of nerves are waiting for me to stimulate them. Rough is not the right word. There are folds and little wrinkles all up inside you and I know how they will drag against my cock to stimulate the whole length. But in this spot, the folds are simply closer together. And as I rub them, they seem to stretch and beg for more attention.”
“AHH!” Kim cried as her pussy clamped down on my finger and my hand was flooded with juices. I gave another lick to her clit and she cried out again. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Please, fuck me!” she moaned. She collapsed forward on my chest, her foot coming down from the back of the sofa. I replaced Alice’s hand on her other cheek with my own, supporting Kim’s weight as she leaned forward to kiss me.
In a moment, I felt Alice pulling at my cock to get a condom on it and then positioning it at Kim’s opening. I lowered the girl down and felt every sensation of every fold in her vagina as I entered her. Alice crawled into my lap as well, pressing her friend closer to me so she could sit on my knees and hold us both. Her hands were busy with Kim’s breasts and I could hear her kissing Kim’s shoulders and neck as my lips were captured by Kim’s.
I was considerably behind Kim and when she screamed out another orgasm, she pushed herself to the side crying “No more!” Alice quickly stripped the condom off and planted her own wet pussy on my cock.
“That was so fucking sexy,” Alice whispered in my ear. “I almost dropped her when I came. You made me come with your words, Ari. I could see it. I could smell it. I could taste it. Oh, baby. I’m going to come again. Come in me. Come in me.”
I was only too happy to oblige and when Alice ground her clit down against my pubic bone, I spurted deep inside her. Alice held me there as we regained our breath. She kissed me and then returned to my ear. “I love you,” she breathed. “Now my little friend over there is going to get a mouthful. Do you mind, honey?”
“Have fun, my sweet,” I said. “I think I’ll shower and wait in bed.”
Alice lifted off me and I moved away so Kim could stretch out on the sofa. Then Alice planted her cream-filled center on Kim’s mouth and lowered her tongue to her friend’s snatch. I hesitated and watched for a minute. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing two beautiful women locked in that embrace.
Kim left us on Christmas Eve with promises to Alice to plan a layover in Montana soon. She asked me to keep her informed of my route as well. You never can tell when our paths might cross again.
I got Alice to dress up in her fancy clothes again and took her out for Christmas dinner at a Chinese restaurant. The next day, we packed and hooked the trailer up for our trip to Quartzsite. Alice sighed when she saw the trailer and I was prepared for an Angie comment about how small it was.
“Home, sweet home,” was all she said.
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