Two weeks went by. I was a monk during that period. I was careful not to bring about any encounters with boys, and I never picked through my little black book to go on a straight date. I immersed myself in work. I had the most successful period of any time before and that was partially soothing.
I live in a studio on the West side. It's a good building and a good address but I have the cheapest apartment in the building. The location is rear, first floor. I got home last Tuesday about eight. I worked late and totally forgot to eat. There wasn't much in the apartment frig so I put my shoes back and headed out for a quick bite. As I opened the outside door of the building I encountered Betty. We both looked surprised. "Do you know someone in the building?" I asked.
"Yes, you. I was just about to try you on the bell panel."
"Oh, I was just going out to eat. Would you join me?"
Well this was going to change where I eat. There was a nice French style caf‚ about a block away. I noted that she was dressed very dramatically. Tall, strong girls can get away with vibrant colors and wild scarves. She also was a hat wearer. I always loved girls in hats. Hers was a wide brimmed felt hat that cut across her forehead and brought out her dark intense eyes.
As we walked, she took my arm and set her stride to match mine. "How is Bob?
"He's on a trip to home with Peter. They are both in an enterprise to import some silver objects, perhaps to open a retail store. I don't know too much about it, it bores me."
"Here's the caf‚. I'm staved, have you had supper yet?"
"Actually I am not hungry but I'll have a brandy and coffee and watch you eat."
"I can't say that would embarrass me, after all you there isn't much you haven't seen in my natural functions."
My food came, I ate with my best table manners, Betty had two brandies so far and it softened her strong features, blurred them delightfully.
Betty put down her glass sharply and I looked up. "You think you're gay don't you?"
Speaking softly, I said, "Well I sucked a cock and I got fucked in the ass. What do you think?"
"I think you are like the prisoner who has strong sexual appetites and has sex with males there. Then when he gets out, he resumes straight sex. Thanks what I think. Besides, I have had sex with you and I know a real man when I feel one."
I was strangely pleased with her evaluation. "But, notwithstanding prison how many straight guys would have done what I did. Frankly, it has rocked me badly. I am celibate at the moment, trying to figure it all out."
"Knowing you, you must be a horny goat now."
"No my work has absorbed me lately."
"Craig, you don't understand your own sexuality. You are, at least in this part of your young life, intensely sexual. Your sexuality has your entire body in its grasp, your lips, your hands, your ass, your cock. You got yourself into this state because you have been, before meeting us, as a passive recipient so part of you got truncated. Now, at least two weeks ago, you awakened that sleeping giant. Wait, let me ask you. Are you hard right now?"
I stuttered when I answered. Somehow I felt like I was the little boy with his hand in the cookie jar. "Y-y-e-e-s."
She took my hand. Her large smooth hand had the ability to communicate her feelings and an electric current ran through my body. I looked into her eyes, "Let's go back to my room."
We walked quickly, not talking, as if talking would break the exquisite mood of impending sex. When we entered my place, I kissed her. It was as I remembered, a dive into unknown depths, scary, yet familiar. I removed her blouse. She was one of those girls who had compact breasts and wore only an undershirt or sports bra. Her skin shone pale ivory in the one lamp on in the room. She removed my shirt and caressed my chest, rubbing over my nipples, making them stiff. My breath was labored and a few times I forgot to breath.
We finished undressing ourselves. The studio had no bed, I guess she always flipped out the futon. We moved to the closed futon and she pushed me on my back and straddled my thighs. She leaned down and we kissed again, I could feel her moist cunt rubbing against my upper legs. Suddenly, in the middle of the kiss she cried out. I lifted her head slightly. She saw the questioning look on my face. "I'm a little ashamed to say that I just came. Not a big one, but a hot one. Sweet, you really turn me on. You did from the moment you walked in to our apartment with Bobbie. The light caught your golden hair. You looked like a naughty angel. Right now I want a real old fashioned fuck."
My cock was already hard and wanting. She moved up and lifted slightly, then settled down on me, crooning as I entered her. Then she just sat there, moving her hips like a rider posting. I caused me to enter and then slightly leave, all the time getting stimulated and rubbed by her clit. Her eyes were rolling upwards again and she sing out and laughed crazily. "Oh hell, another one. You are killing me sweetly."
"I don't know how long I can hold on. You have me brimming, at the peak. Tell you what, let me get on top and we'll gallop. Okay?"
She groaned in expectation. "Yeah, do it."
She lay on her back and spread her fine athletic legs, her vagina half open, waiting. I got on my knees and aimed my pulsing cock for her wet lips and slowly sunk in, feeling her inner lips yield and then caress my shaft. It was delicious and filled me with a strange torpor as I began a slow, almost labored fuck. Even when I was half out of her lips, she still followed slightly and they hugged my prick. Suddenly she convulsed into a really big orgasm, her face contorted, her body heaving. I loved it. To be part of a beautiful effect was the best part of fucking. She relaxed and smiled. I stopped fucking, letting her regroup. Then unexpectedly she began urging me to continue by pushing her hips back and forth, impaling me deeply. I could feel my own orgasm just around the corner, signaled by a sensation I had never felt before: a fluttering of the underside of my penis. I made a warning sound; she understood. "Go for it."
I began a hard slamming. I was half out of it. I dimly heard her orgasm several times. When my ejaculation commenced, she had tear rolling down her cheeks from her intense cums. I flooded her with soothing spooge. Finally my sperm shots were over. I stayed inside her, reluctant to leave this seat of pleasure, but she shifted slightly, and I lost some hardness, and I slipped out. We both looked into each other's eyes and then we laughed like kids.
"That was excellent, American boy. You are one hot fuck," she said kissing my hand.
Later we drank some ice tea from the fridge. I sat with her on the couch, my arm around her shoulder. We were dressed now. "So, what does this mean""
"Damned if I know. I always liked sex. This didn't change me, except I found a great partner who is always welcome. We can be fuck buddies. But you, you have morphed from someone who treated his sexual partners like adjuncts to masturbation. Huh? Am I right?"
"Maybe. There is a lot to sort out. I will be thinking a lot for the next few days. Not to be disloyal, but I'd like to try out my new sexuality with others."
"Sure, do it. But I want to hear about it. I'm a bit of a curious voyeur."
"Now about Bob..."
"Don't worry, he never gets jealous, especially with my lovers. I know he considers you a friend already, not a lover, so there is nothing to give up."
"Sounds good, but no more mass fucking. I like it to be you and me, if we do it in the future."
"Oh, sorry about that. I had planned to get another girl involved." She grinned at me.
"I can handle it."
I left my agreement hanging. I don't think she knew if I meant if or not. I didn't either. A strong kiss and I was off.
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