Chapter 11
An hour later as Mary came back to the studio, Richard was just opening the door.
"Well, how do you like that, Mary! what are you up to, we haven't heard from you in ages..."
"Well my little Richard, I've come just to see you; as a matter-of-fact I passed by a little while ago, and went in all the same to admire all the nice things you've done since I last saw you. But I like that, you could at least give a girl a lass, no. Finally, oh, you still lass wonderfully. Say, what's the idea of smirking at me that way! What's the matter with me? Am I green? Am I beautiful? What gives?"
"Sweet little Mary, you know very well that you are the most delicious, most beautiful of women, and that you and I are the very best of friends."
"Oh, you know I'm beginning to get old, especially when I look at those nudes in there and I think of the models that must have posed for them."
"Come now, I don't know of another body as well formed as yours is."
"Sure, sure, it's been a long time since you've seen my body, if ever you did see me completely in the nude. As a matter-of-fact, I don't think you ever have."
"It's been just a short time ago that I was able to admire your body which was then truly a woman's body."
"What! How so? what are you trying to get at? you must be dreaming. Where could you have seen me just a short time ago? Come on now Richard."
"My dear Mary, it was just the other day that I was given the opportunity to admire your body, perhaps I'm making a mistake in telling you about.. . "
"Will you speak English, so that I can understand you. I'm terribly interested in what you're saying. Well, I'm listening..."
"It's all very simple. On a certain evening a month ago while visiting a friend of mine out in the country..."
"Humm..
"Yes, well as I was saying, there on the other side of my friend's hedge I saw by the light of the silvery moon a beautiful woman, all naked, drinking at the fountains of love with..."
"Stop there, I'll have to ask you to spare me the rest..
Not in the least bit upset or ill-at-ease Mary laughed with good humor, showing her beautiful white teeth framed by her pink lips.
"Well, I like that. I didn't know that you were a peeping Tom. But what were you doing looking through that particular hedge on that given night? I had been told that the neighboring house was temporarily unoccupied. Okay, now it's your turn to give some explanations . .
Without any hesitation Richard told Mary how it had happened that he had seen her at the garden party in question.
Amused and in a dreamy state, Mary had Richard describe the events of that night as he had seen them several times over: the Negro raping the girl; the fat man buggering the other; etc...., all the details which she had been unable to observe, busy as she had been...
"You know, I really think that they had given me something to drink. I'm not so sure that I agreed to all that of my free will, especially since the men there had nothing special about them.
"There's no doubt about it, with the exception of the Negro, all the men there were really not that tempting. If I hadn't been a little, high...Their tools were all below average; they were only good for two shots, and then the second-it took a lot of patience to get it. Ah, if only there had been some men like you there."
"Come on Mary, no compliments."
"I know what I'm talking about, I remember a certain night when I had to take a car to get home, a car you had to go and fetch. I was so wrung out that it took me two days to get back on my feet. I had come here at around eight o'clock, we went out to eat, came back to the studio, and then only in a few short hours you succeeded to put me in that state. I can't remember just how many bull's eyes your dong made that night, six or seven, maybe even more. But what I'll never forget is that while you were helping me into the car I felt your dick getting hard again inside your pants I Well, what do you expect my dear little Richard, of course I claim that it's impossible to find another man like you. You're handsome, you have a beautiful body, almost like that of a woman's. And you're hung with a magnificent tool that is inexhaustible, gentle, caressing, and thoughtful, you belong to a bygone race Richard."
After a moment of silence Mary began again.
"So you're going to get married to two women I understand."
"No, only one."
"Oh yes, I know what I'm talking about, officially to only one but unofficially to two. Of course, they're both beautiful and so in love: how could it be otherwise."
"Oh, I'm not so special."
"That's where you're wrong, and all the women that have known you say so."
Mary went up to him and putting her arms up around his neck kissed him passionately. Breaking away from him she gave him a look burning with passionate love.
"Listen Richard, as you're still unattached, and will be so for a few days still, give me just one more day or night, one night which I'll be able to remember for the rest of my life. Please honey? You will won't you? You'll have been my one great love."
They now sat down on the sofa where they repeatedly embraced each other and remembered a million little things which had happened to them in the three years that they had not seen each other.
"But how come you went out to that house where I saw you?"
"How? Well you know how it is in that milieu of artists and actors, someone invites you and before you know it you're off to you don't know where. But it's just in such a way that I met you, Richard.
"You know, I bet that you don't even suspect that there might be other kinds of milieus."
"I don't know what you mean."
"I know, I'm not being clear. What I mean is that there are other places that you don't even suspect exist where even you would be amazed at what you would see."
"In what sense?"
"In what sense! Why in the sense of pleasure, of course."
"Perhaps, it's true that I haven't been everywhere..."
"How would you like me to take you?"
"Ya! I should say! But when? Where?"
"Will you let me take you, and you won't be surprised at anything that happens? I know a club where only a very few people are allowed to enter. It's a beautiful little private place in the country near the city..."
"The place where I saw you last night?"
"You'll see, you'll see..."
"But when? Tonight?"
"I didn't dare talk to you about it, to ask you because I'm so filled with emotion at the thought that this will be our very last night of love. The blood in my veins is boiling. And you? oh, show me...quick..."
Mary unbuttoned Richard's fly and yanked out his cock ready for action.
"God, he's beautiful; he's even more beautiful than he was three years ago. Oh, let me, please...I'm burning up...I have to taste it; I want to die in your arms tonight...Oh wait till you've seen my cunt...It's on fire, oh yes, honey...I, I, want you so bad...ah!"
Richard with his dick at attention had taken Mary by the waist and thrown her on her back across the sofa. And without waiting another moment he plunged his ram rod to the hilt into her burning cunt. It happened very quickly, after just a few lunges they both came. It was perfect.
Mary was the first to come to...
"You're horrible, didn't I tell you to wait for tonight. Oh, honey that was wonderful, I've never come as good as that, not even with you. Boy, do you know how to fuck!"
"Darling, I know few women who can fuck like you. With you it's like being in heaven."
"Oh, you're just saying that."
"No, I assure that I've only known ten women in all my life with..."
"Oh, I have no doubts on the subject of how many women you've had."
"Well, out of all the women I've known there have only been ten or really six or seven who have really been able to give me a sense of complete fulfillment, and that's no bull.. . "
"Maybe, but that's because you have the sensibility of an artist which permits you to really come completely when you're in full communion with the person you're fucking. At the supreme moment you have to sense that she too is deriving as much pleasure from the act as yourself. But why are you smiling? Am I talking nonsense?"
"Mary, I couldn't have expressed it better myself."
"So you see, I'm not as stupid as all that. Give me a kiss. And now could I get myself invited to dinner..."
"Idiot, how could you even ask such a thing? I know just the place, a quiet little French restaurant that's not far from here."
"Any place is alright with me, as long as we're together."
"Now that that's settled, let's go and eat, and then well go to that mysterious house of yours..."
Richard stopped before a small restaurant not far from the studio.
"Here we are. Let's go in."
Mary hesitated at its appearance, but then Richard had exquisite taste so it must be alright. When they entered the wife of the owner received them with opened arms.
"Take the table in the corner, it's the best."
Richard examined the menu, and then ordered their dinner without asking Mary if she had any preferences. The food came and they ate and drank with gusto.
As they walked out of the restaurant, Mary exclaimed, "Well, I must say that the meal was really wonderful, and so was everything else."
"Well, it was exactly as I told you it would be.. . "
They walked back to the studio, talking like two old friends. They lost all track of time till Richard happened to glance up at a clock and noticed that it was almost ten.
"A quarter to ten! Let's hurry."
"Already? How the time has flown by. We should have left already. Say, Richard, there's something I have to tell you. You won't fall over? You won't be surprised?"
"What's this all about?"
"When I looked into the closet I saw that you had some women's silk stockings; take some with if you.
'What?"
"Yes, you heard me: where do you think I'm taking you."
"Oh, well alright."
Richard grabbed up two pair and stuffed them into his coat pocket. At last they were off.