Chapter 2
When we rejoined the party we no longer felt like two meek employees. We were in command! For the first time in my life I noticed how men stared at me and after me, all of them trying to see through my clothes. All those parts of myself that I had taken so much for granted, seemed to fascinate them more than anything else, whereas I felt only mild indifference to most of the men present. Amy knew what I was feeling. She had experienced this gap between the sexes more than once and she knew how to make use of it. "Look at them," she whispered as we headed for the bar, "they're aching to get into our pants. But don't you go forgetting how they treat us during working hours. Then it's a different story; we have to run for coffee and cigarettes, we have to cash their goddamned checks. Enjoy it while you can, Gena, they're all wrapped about our little fingers."
"What a shame they don't have parties here more often," I mused. An accountant approached us, a staid, middle-aged man who usually didn't even bother to look my way. But his face was flushed with alcohol now and he was manifestly horny.
"Hello, girls, enjoying the party?" he said, standing very close to us and breathing whiskey fumes into my face. "Would you care to dance, Gena?"
"No thanks," I said archly. His smile, his charm, and his devil-may-care demeanor, crumbled in one stroke. I watched him scramble for the safety of his official facade, but when' that failed him he quickly took himself and his drink to another part of the room.
"He won't forget that," said Amy. "That man can bear a grudge longer than an elephant. He's had girls sacked because they weren't polite enough to him, did you know that?"
"Oh, really?" It was my turn to be crushed.
"Hey, don't worry about it," said Amy, taking me by the arm affectionately. "You want to see how quickly we could turn his head if we wanted? Come on, let's go see him-and let me do the talking."
The accountant was engaged in deep conversation with his peers when we made our move. Amy told me to catch his eye and to throw him a wink. I felt silly doing it, but since she knew what was going on, I followed her instructions to the letter. The accountant fell for it hook line and sinker. He excused himself and hurried over to us. "Have you changed your mind?" he asked me.
"No, I just wanted you to know there was nothing personal about it," I said sweetly. The role came so easily to me! "Actually Amy and I are feeling stifled by all this smoke and noise and we were thinking about finding an empty office and having a drink there, privately."
"Perhaps I can be of help to you," he said. The glee in his eyes almost made me laugh. He was such i a baby in spite of this thinning hair and his age. With a brand new bounce in his step he led us to his office, held the door open for us and came right in behind us. We heard the lock turn and winked at each other. We were the bait, but we were also the anglers. "There, isn't that much nicer?" He opened a cocktail cabinet and pulled out a few bottles and glasses. "Go ahead, girls, sit down, make yourselves at home."
He had a deep burgundy carpet and a Van Gogh lithograph, which meant he was just below vice president in company standings. Veeps got sky blue carpet and Picasso etching, and the President had white carpeting and a genuine Chagall. And junior executives had to put up with gray carpet and a Walter Keane. But secretaries got nothing but a typewriter and a lot of work. For a second resentment burned high in me, but then I dampened it down and turned on my good face for the accountant. He was as happy as could be, plying us with drinks and labored witticisms, and when we were all comfortable, had drinks and cigarettes, he sat himself opposite us and looked at us like a dog begging for a bone.
I kept checking with Amy. What did she intend to do to this poor man? His eyes flicked up our dresses whenever we crossed our legs, they cloyed over the outlines of our tits, and in the long silence that followed I kept picking up ESP messages from him: "Please, please, please!" A framed photo of his wife and children stood on his desk. They looked like an. accountant's family; even his youngest son displayed an amazing capacity for middle age, and he was only about five!
"If you had a wish, what would it be?" Amy asked, abruptly breaking the silence. The accountant opened his mouth to speak; obviously the wish was on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't dare pronounce it "Go on," Amy encouraged him, "tell it to me, I don't mind how wicked it is."
"Well..." Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He swallowed with difficulty and brought it out: "I'd like to see you two naked!"
"Is that it? I mean, that's your total wish?" said Amy. She was expressionless, even cold, and the accountant quickly assured her he wanted nothing more than that. "Okay, in that case I think we can grant that wish," said Amy. "What do you think, Gena?"
"Wouldn't you think we were tramps for doing such a thing, though?" I asked dubiously.
"Oh no, no I'd consider it a great favor." The man was sitting on a bed of hot coals by the look of him.
"Well, all right, but I sure don't want this to get around the office." The accountant was ready to sign affidavits in blood! We downed our drinks, finished our cigarettes, teasing him, leading him down the garden path of his own fantasies, and when we stood up his lap suddenly expanded into a tent. He wasn't badly hung, as Amy remarked later. But now it was my turn to be nervous, and I didn't have much of an eye for detail anymore. The man sat back in his chair, his mouth slightly open to take in more air than his nose could supply, and his eyes were wide open so as not to miss a single moment.
"Tell us what you want us to remove first," said Amy. She stood up close to him and waited for him to make up his mind. I stood next to her, a little apprehensive and a trifle embarrassed. No man had seen me naked except for Jack...and the men who would see the loop! But then I realized that it was no longer one person facing another; it was a struggle between bodies and sexes! The accountant's hard-on was in direct communication with my pussy and Amy's. Yes, give in to his fantasies, lead him on, make him crazy with desire, and accept the consequences! The silence, the suspense, were driving me around the bend.
"Your shoes!" he whispered hoarsely. "One by one and slowly!" Amy nodded and lifted up one leg, reached down with both hands and slowly removed the first shoe. I followed suit. From his position low down in the easy chair the man could see up our dresses, right up to the crotch of the pantyhose. His hands gripped the arms of his chair so tightly that his knuckles turned as white as his face. "The pantyhose!" he groaned. We lifted our dresses momentarily and shimmied out of the body stockings, slow, easy, a bit of a wriggling tease thrown in for good measure. He was disappointed that Amy didn't wear a bra, but he made the best of mine by telling me to slip one strap off, then the other, and once they were down I had to move very carefully so that the bra rode down my breasts and to my belly. At last we were left with only our panties between him and his wildest dreams. It seemed that the accountant couldn't make himself take that final step. He asked us to walk around the office casually, as though we were there on business, and as we complied he did his utmost to keep his hands off his cock.
"Let's have another drink," said Amy, sinking into the nearest chair. "Sit down for a minute, Gena, let our host serve us. I'm sure he could do with a breather himself, couldn't he?"
"Yes, you're quite right." The accountant hurried over to the cocktail cabinet and poured three big drinks. And while he was busy I looked over at Amy to compare her chest with mine. I knew my breasts were "bigger than hers but I wanted to see exactly how much bigger. When my eyes came to rest on those soft, firm swellings, however, the question of size faded into obscurity. She looked beautiful to me! The sun was behind her and lit her blonde hairdo up as well as softening the outlines of her body so that she looked like a golden goddess. Pink, erect nipples poked out from her high little tits, a blond fuzz occupied the small space between her crossed thighs, and she exuded a land of femininity that devastated me! I couldn't begin to imagine what she must be doing to the accountant.
"Take off your panties now," he said breathlessly when he returned with the drinks. Amy nodded and raised her ass just enough to slip the final garment off; not that it made much difference; the panties were made of a clear material that not only showed everything but emphasized it But the accountant wanted total nudity and when Amy had satisfied him he turned inquiringly to me. I couldn't do it. I sat in my chair and felt frozen all over. "Come on, Gena, you promised!" he pleaded. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and quickly took them off before I could change my mind. There, I'd done it! The accountant let out a whimper and sat down heavily. "Beautiful!"
"This drink needs more ice," said Amy. She got up and walked over to the cocktail cabinet. The accountant and I followed her every step of the way with our eyes. How smoothly her buns rolled as she walked, how delicately her full flesh quivered! She bent down ostentatiously to get at the ice bucket and we both gasped as her pink and white, blonde pussy peered back at us from between her supple thighs. "Don't you want some more ice, Gena?"
"Er...why yes, of course." She was a hard act to follow but I did my best. The accountant's eyes burned a set of holes into every fleshy part of my body and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. Still, it was worth every bit of embarrassment just to be next to Amy. She was so cool and lovely, so eminently adorable, that I felt like flinging myself at her feet! She didn't seem to sense that Her smile was conspiratorial, a little cruel even, and when she turned around to face the accountant she did so with vampish languor, thrusting her pubic bone forward so the light of the setting sun caught her squarely and highlighted her pussy.
"One more request," said the accountant "Will you...touch each other for me?" I was ready to do his bidding. Every nerve in my body tingled at the very idea of making contact with this slender, elegant woman by my side. Amy was less suggestible.
"Only if you jerk off in front of us," she said, and now her cruelty came to the fore. How could she ask this man to debase himself in front of us. Then again, how could he have asked us to strip? Somehow his request seemed more natural to me. I was about to protest when my eyes glimpsed that phony van Gogh on the wall. Fuck him! During working hours he pretended to be beyond all mortal failings; now let him suffer.
"Yes, go ahead," I said, and to give him some incentive I took Amy's hand in mine. He wanted to but he couldn't bring himself to do it. And yet he knew and we knew that he would relent sooner or later. All he had to do was hesitate long enough to give him a moral exit later.
"Go on," said Amy. Her hand came to rest on my breasts and she even caressed me slightly. With a whimper the man stood up, dropped his pants and took hold of his formidable cock to begin stroking it up and down with measured beats. I wanted to touch Amy so badly that I could taste her, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. And she didn't push me, either, that was the problem. She looked at the accountant beating himself off in front of us and let her hand rove over my body in a rather distant fashion, one that indicated that she really didn't care if she touched me or not. I fought back the urge to get angry at her for her lack of sensitivity and made the best of her caresses instead. Besides, the accountant was losing himself in his solitary pleasure now. He stood near us and bent over his cock like a jockey racing for the finish line. Strange sounds burbled up from his throat, his eyes were popping and veins bulged in his forehead. Without warning he released a stream of hot sperm and sent it flying at us. I tried to dodge it without success. Thick drops of the stuff splattered against my breasts and some even hit me in the face. More of it landed on Amy's lap but she handled the situation with aplomb. One finger scooped up a dollop of the stuff and she licked it up as if it was her favorite delicacy.
There, now you feel better, don't you?" she said sweetly. The accountant nodded and sank back into his chair. Amy stood up, wiped the sperm off her body with some tissues, and started to put her clothes back on.
"No, please don't go yet!" exclaimed the man. "Wait a while, just give me a chance to recuperate, and well have a lot more fun."
"I told you what the deal was," Amy reminded him.
"I know, I know, but I'm willing to pay good money! Please, this has been the greatest day in my life. Don't ruin it! Just tell me how much you want, I'll pay anything!"
"Sorry, not today."
"Gena, you stay with me, talk her into it, please, I beg of you!" He was desperate.
"No, another time perhaps." I found it too hard to tell him no, so I compromised. "When you least expect it well show up again. Bight, Amy?"
"Right," she said, looking at me queerly. I couldn't work out why she reacted that way and it wasn't till we were both dressed and on our way out of the building that she explained. "That was really smart," she said. "You didn't cut him off, you just kept him dangling! Are you sure you're as innocent as you look?"
"Nobody's that innocent," I said, and then, without knowing why, I told her all about Jack and the loop business. We ended up in a park near the office building, talking until it was quite dark. Of course Amy was surprised but she was also very excited. And by the time we parted to go to our respective homes, we had agreed to do a loop together for Jack.
On my way home I wondered if she realized what the implications of that deal were. Jack would want us to touch each other, too, just as the accountant had wanted, except that Jack would want us to go further. I shivered at the idea of placing my hands on her lovely body, my lips perhaps, fingers, my whole body! All the way on the bus I thought about it, and when I got up to disembark I didn't dare look at the seat in case I'd left a moist patch behind.
My parents had no idea that my whole life had changed that day. I sat at the dinner table with them and heard their everyday talk as if from a great distance. As soon as I could I went up to my room, undressed, opened the windows, turned off the light, and switched the TV on without the sound so I wouldn't be completely alone. It was a mad, restless night for me, filled with expectations that were as strong as they were unclear. How could another woman possibly inspire passion in me? I liked boys! The sight of the accountant's cock had aroused me, as had the blow job Amy performed. No, it was all wrong, I just liked Amy because she was kind and friendly to me. I'd read articles in Cosmo about identity confusion and sex transferals, but it was nothing, only a phase which would pass soon enough. And then I would turn to men like Jack, men who were strong and in control, men who could play my body like a musical instrument!
My breasts and pussy were too sensitive to be toyed with that night. Just running my hands over my belly made me shake with passion, more than I could handle. And since sleep wouldn't come I put on a robe and went downstairs to borrow a Valium from my mother.
I could hardly wait for lunch time to come around. Amy came over to my desk several times to make sure I was going through with it, and I had assured her nothing could make me change my mind. But deep down I was scared. What if she thought my dreams were silly? Or worse, if she thought they were dirty! No, Amy wasn't like that. There wasn't much work to be done that morning so I sat hunched over the typewriter and thought and thought till my head hurt. In order to distract myself I did something I had never even thought of doing at work. I moved my chair in so that it was well under the desk and then, with one hand sneaking up my skirt, I began to rub my pussy in full view of everyone. Well, they could see the top half of me, not the half that was tingling warmly and secreting the juices of passion into my panties! I was very careful, stopping when the going got too hot for my composure, resuming as soon as I thought Yd regained some control. One pushy, insistent finger rubbed into my pussy through the pantyhose and the panties under that. The intervening materials bothered me. I wanted to get at the flesh and the sauce, I wanted to masturbate properly! But to get to my naked pussy I'd have to lift up my dress and dig down deep into my pantyhose! No, there was a more direct way.
Both my hands disappeared under my dress and I leaned over my desk while the fingers grabbed hold of a small section of pantyhose crotch and pulled at it until the material gave with a sudden rip. At once I sat up and leaned one arm on the desk, looking around to see if anyone had heard the suspicious sound, and then, slowly, I worked one long finger past the elastic of my panties, right into my moist cunt. It felt delicious! The finger snaked into my contracting cuntal hole and the velvet muscles nipped and tugged at it as if to get more meat up in there. The tip of my finger gathered up enough juice to spread around my clitoris, and then began to rotate over that hard, tiny bump, working me up into a frenzy of passion that began to show through my cool facade. Suddenly it was hot in the air-conditioned space, air was hard to get at, and I experienced a powerful desire to scream and moan! I sat back in the chair and half closed my eyes to shut out the reality of the office without lowering my guard too much. Ah, that was nice. Thoughts turned into dreams, dreams became vague and throbbing red, and turned to impulses that were brand new to me. That one finger seemed very puny next to the task it was trying to perform. I wanted big things in my cunt, big and hard, things that would stuff up the hot vacuum growing in my belly!
"Take a letter, please Gena!" Mr. Daniels called from his inner sanctum. With a deep sigh I withdrew my sticking finger from its snug hiding place, rearranged my dress, and went into his office with pad and pencil. How could I come down from my sensual high to the all-time low of taking down a boring business letter? I slumped in my chair and faced Mr. Daniels with an absolute lack of enthusiasm. "Dear Sir, in reply to your letter of the fifteenth of last month," he began, but then he looked up and saw me yawning tremendously. "If this doesn't hold your interest, I suggest you at least humor me," he said briskly. "Now make an effort, girl, this is an important letter."
"Yes, sorry, Mr. Daniels." I looked at my watch and thought about the hour that separated me from Jack's place.
"What is the matter with you! Just because I showed a little weakness yesterday, do you think you can take advantage of me?" Mr. Daniels got angry very quickly, and his face glowed bright red whenever he did. Usually that scared me but this time it just looked faintly comical.
"No, it's nothing like that," I assured him without much conviction in my voice. "I guess I'm still tired from the party."
"Mmmmm, is that so. Well, Miss, snap out of it. Now, as I was saying..." He droned on and on and my pencil flew along the lines to capture every vital word. But a part of my mind stayed aloof from dictation. It went back over the scene in which Mr. Daniels had implored us for our favors, and I had to admit that he'd been right-I had lost respect for him.
In the middle of transcribing my shorthand notes, Amy came up to my desk and reminded me it was time to go. I dropped the work at once and swung out of my chair with relief. At last! Mr. Daniels heard me getting ready to leave and he came dashing out of his office. "What's going on here!" he said loudly. "Aren't you going to finish the letter first? Didn't I tell you it was important?"
"Mr. Daniels, it's my lunch hour!" I said wearily. He wanted to argue, I didn't. Amy and I walked over to the elevators and ignored him. As soon as the door slid closed behind us he was forgotten. Only the future mattered now. "You're going to like Jack," I told her. "He's very good at his job and he brings the best out in his subjects."
"This is so exciting!" Amy shivered. "Can you imagine what our bosses would think if they knew what we were doing? Come on, let's hurry, I want to meet this guy!"
Jack was just coming down the stairs of his apartment building as we entered. He had a camera on his shoulder so he was obviously out looking for new talent. But when he saw me his face lit up. "Gena! How great to see you again. Wow, I never thought you'd come back. And you've brought a friend, too!" I introduced them and we followed Jack back up to his apartment. "What timing," he said as he opened the door for us. "I've got a lot of orders but no stars, and I was beginning to think fate was against me.
But here you are, two of the most beautiful girls in the city! Man, this must be my lucky day." He made us at home, prepared coffee, and set us both at ease with his casual chattering. I could tell Amy liked him a lot and a twinge of jealousy ran through me. What if they really hit it off? Would I be left out in the cold?
"What do you want us to do first?" Amy asked. "We only have an hour, you know."
"Oh, right, there's business to attend to. Okay, girls, here's the plot. You two are roommates, you come home after a hard day's work and you've obviously been looking forward to being alone together again. Now then, come from the door and walk over to the couch, smile, hold hands, undress slowly, help each other, and when you're both naked let out the daybed and bend over a lot. Ready?" I found that my hands were trembling too much to undo my dress and I had to turn to Amy to help me. She wasn't all that stable, either. Jack stood well back with his whirring camera, instructing us when necessary, coming in closer as our clothes came off. I stood still and waited for Amy to finish undressing me. My dress came off and I stepped out of it carefully so as to conceal the hole in my pantyhose. I kept my side to the camera and let my arms hang down for that purpose, a pose which didn't please Jack.
"No, no, look like you're enjoying, turn around and face her, smile, that's the way. Hey, what happened to your pantyhose, did someone get impatient?" I blushed, especially when Amy turned me around and checked for herself. "Naughty girl," Jack commented. "Okay, let's get back to it. Take her bra off face to face, Amy, great, beautiful, come a little closer so your lips almost touch. That's it, yeah, I love it!"
But he was looking through a viewfinder. I was right there, tempted by Amy's full, wide mouth, smelling her soft perfume and brushing against her smooth skin. She took off my bra and my nipples brushed against the front of her dress for an exquisite, terrifying moment. No, this couldn't be my destiny! I wanted to faint just to get out of this situation, but it was too late. She knelt down in front of me, urged on by Jack, and rolled the pantyhose down my hips and legs.
"Okay, let her keep her panties on for the moment. Now you, Gena, it's your turn." He did a couple of close-ups of my face and my hands, then drew back and waited for me to undo her dress. Amy seemed so at ease, as if she had starred in a thousand loops. I rested my face on her shoulder and began undressing her slowly. "Not bad," Jack commented, "but look more impassioned, run your tongue along your lips. Good girl, great stuff, yeah, lower her dress and go down with it, your face close to her body. All right, that's great, now take off her panties like you're starving and your lunch is waiting for you between her legs." Amy shivered from top to bottom briefly and stood straight while she waited for me to strip her of her last garment. Her panties were a lacework of floral patterns sown together to conceal her pussy and ass, and I could see through them to the golden pubic hair below, while the tightness of the garment provided me with a clear outline of the cleavage between the pudgy flesh under the hair. My curiosity began to displace my nervousness at this point, and the further down her panties moved, the more avid I became to get a good, close look at the parts of her that I'd only glimpsed the day before.
I held my breath as the panties slid away and revealed more of her flawless white skin, all the whiter in contrast to the light sun-tan the rest of her body sported. The first fluff of pubic hair appeared over the elastic, then more, a full bush sprouted forth, and with an impatient jerk I brought the panties down to her knees. I breathed in deeply and smelled that familiar yet peculiarly alien odor of pussy, wet pussy, sopping and aching, and now I no longer had to think about what to do next. My face came to rest against her pubic bone and my nostrils opened wide to take in her delicious perfume. Amy shuffled her feet to part her legs and to make herself more comfortable, and now her whole pussy was visible from where I kneeled. Two thick, soft ridges of flesh curved away from the pubic bone and the hair grew lushly along her lips right to the point where her cunt petered out and her ass-hole began. From there on it was smooth flesh. I could make put the lower parts of her buttocks and automatically reached back around her to touch the rest. Soft, spongy flesh that firmed up momentarily as she changed her position once more. I could have stayed there all day but Jack wanted more action.
"Great, beautiful, now stand up and embrace her, move slowly to the couch and let out the daybed. That's the way, take your time, don't forget to bend over deeply, Amy, I want the whole world to enjoy that lovely twat of yours. No, keep your panties on for the moment, Gena. These loops are put in machines that work on quarters and you get to see a fourth of the loop for each coin, so I want them to be feeding the machine just to get an eyeful of your snatch. God knows it's worth waiting for."
When the day bed was out I was told to stretch out on it and Amy had to lie in between my wide open legs and caress me all over. I was dying to have her take off my panties but I didn't know how she felt, so I lay low. Amy went through her paces very professionally, I thought, touching me in all the right places for just the right amount of time; but she didn't seem nearly as excited as me. My body
I throbbed like a sore thumb and the juices were literally cascading down my cunt chute.
"Okay, now take off her panties and throw them
I over your shoulder," said Jack, and at last my cunt was out in the open. "Wow, you're really into it, aren't you!" Jack exclaimed. "Move aside a minute while I get a good shot of all the juice around her pussy hole, great, great, I love it, okay, back you go Amy, give her the licking of a lifetime but hold back just far enough to give me room to poke my camera in." Amy extended her tongue until the very tip of it touched my cunt and right away muscles in my groin began to contract violently and the moans that erupted from my throat were unstoppable. My cool was gone, it was just me and my emotions now, and the more Amy licked me the more crazy I became. I writhed about on the bed, grabbed hold of my tits, sighed and carried on, and all the while, Jack moved from one side to the other to film every detail of our love making.
"That's the lot girls," he said, snapping off the lights and putting his camera down. "It's going to be a classic loop once it's developed and I want you to know that my door is always open to you."
"It's over?" I could hardly believe it. Painfully I raised myself on both elbows and looked at him as if he had just taken away all that was precious to me. "What do you mean it's over?"
"It's gone the full distance, that's what. More than ten minutes and I'd be working on Part Two, you see? I wouldn't mind doing that, but I know you girls have to get back to work. I'll just write out a check for each of you."
"Well..." I looked over at Amy, hoping she would say that we didn't have to be back right away. I wanted to say it, but it would have been too forward. And since Amy said nothing I got off the daybed and dressed reluctantly.
"You two really ought to think about a future in this business," said Jack as we were about to leave. "You both look great and act great, and it's hard to get decent-looking women to star, let alone two beautiful women like you. If I were you I'd think about making feature-length movies as well as loops. You'd make enough money to lead a life of leisure, I can assure you of that."
"It's a tempting proposition," Amy said briskly, "but well have to discuss it another time. Come on, Gena, let's hurry so we can grab a bite to eat on the way back." I felt forlorn as I trailed out of Jack's apartment behind her. Jack seemed to understand.
He signalled me to keep trying, and that cheered me up a bit
"How did you like it?" I asked my friend nonchalantly.
"Very interesting," said Amy, her eyes fixed on the street ahead of us. "Easy money, isn't it?"
"Do you want to do some more later?"
"Maybe." She shrugged and changed the subject to what we would have for lunch. Her coldness depressed me deeply. Part of me was hers now, and I wanted to rest to join in. Everything was so mixed up. I couldn't face myself as a woman-lover, yet the girl beside me aroused the deepest passions in me! It was almost a relief to sit down behind the typewriter again and to take up the transcription where I'd left off. Mr. Daniels stood over me as I typed the letter. He fumed and made cutting remarks but it was as though an invisible shield surrounded me. Nothing to do with Porter Assurance Ltd. really mattered. I just worked through the afternoon without looking up from the typewriter and my mind kept going over the session at Jack's place. Did she like me or didn't she? Was I just a friend to her? Oh hell, she probably detested me now that we had touched each other's forbidden parts.
Going home was worse than it had been the previous day. My mullings drove me up the wall and when my parents asked me what kind of day I'd had I almost flew at their throats. Instead I told them I had a date and that I would be eating in town. A shower and a change of clothes made me feel better and when I returned to the city I was ready for a big night on the town. I didn't care what was going to happen to me. As long as I got laid it would be all right with me. I was determined now. If a man made love to me I would know for sure which way to swing. And if he turned out to be a good lover, then I wouldn't have to be upset over Amy any longer. It all made sense to me as I walked up Lexington Avenue toward the singles bar district But as I approached the first one serious doubts made inroads on my resolutions.
Even though it was early in the evening the singles bar was crowded with fashionable types, each trying to impress the other. The idea of being fucked by a man appealed to me strongly...but as my eyes ran over every male individual I couldn't tie sex and the person together. Each vapid face, each volumetric hairdo, each open-necked, wide-collar shirt under each nifty little suit made me want to puke instead of coming hither. Men drifted up to me and handed me neatly lathed lines of patter that came right out of bad movies. After each performance I shook my head and they moved on to the next single girl. A quick assessment of the clientele told me that there were more women than men. In other words, if I was hard to get there would be one or two other females who'd be ready to make an easier deal.
I went into several places and the system was always the same. The drinks cost small fortunes, the music was insistent disco, and the men were life's rejects. Six, seven, maybe more places fell back in my wake, and I was coming close to giving up. Perhaps it was all a matter of destiny, and mine was never to be fucked. It would be just my luck to miss out all round, to have friends who could never be lovers, and aspiring lovers who couldn't get to first base simply because I didn't like them. It could happen, odds being what they are. But on the very brink of a deep depression, I caught the eye of a young man who was truly startling to look at.
He stood in the far corner of the crowded bar, holding a drink in one hand and resting his other arm on the polychromatic jukebox. Fine features gave him an aristocratic look, especially in that essentially proletarian environment. Tall, slim, with nice broad shoulders, he fitted his suit perfectly and gave it class. Dark hair was combed back off his face so that his aquiline nose jutted forward and his sensitive lips were sensually accentuated. His eyes burned with a smoldering fire, the kind that touched off a rash of tiny brush fires in my belly on contact, and when he looked at me it was as though he read my every thought.
I turned away and my heart thumped like a prayer drum. Please, please, please! Just like that accountant, that's how I felt. Oh please! I knew he would do the job to perfection, that he could handle my inexperience as well as my femininity; he was the one who would know how to set me squarely down on the road to a great sex life.
"Can I buy you a drink?" said a soft, husky voice next to me. I swiveled around and there he was with his burning eyes and his sensational looks! I could only nod. He ordered a drink I had never heard of and I sipped at knowing that it would be good. "My name is Terry," he said.
"I'm Gena." Could he detect how nervous I was by my voice?
"You're very beautiful," Terry told me, "so beautiful in fact that I'm wondering what you're doing in a sleazy singles bar like this one. Are you lonely tonight or just curious?"
"A little of both." My defenses crashed down and left me wide open to anything he might suggest. I had no interest in being courted to begin with but by that one little question he had disarmed me utterly.
"Perhaps I can satisfy them both, too," he smiled. "Come on, let's go to my place. I hate bars anyway." There was no margin for argument in his statement. I finished my drink and went out with him. His apartment was only a few blocks away and right at the top of a towering complex. He lived in sophisticated surroundings, beautiful taste manifested itself in the decor of his place, and as soon as the door closed behind us I knew I would do anything for a man like him. He made us drinks and adjusted the lights so that intimacy reigned supreme, and when he sat close to me I felt myself melt. It was just the way I'd dreamed it would happen! The soft music, the picture window looking out over the lights of the city, his great looks, great clothes and all his money-it was like Prince Charming had come to rescue me from the horns of a variety of dilemmas!
Words were unnecessary. We sipped at our drinks, our eyes boring into the other's, hearts beating as one, and then we set our drinks down and I eased into his arms and surrendered utterly. I couldn't be coquettish, for it was too late! Our lips met, the beginning of a long, passionate kiss in which our tongues writhed about each other and our bodies drew closer together. He felt different to the touch...at least, different from what I had imagined a man to feel. His face didn't have the stubble my father's sported, his hands were soft, almost feminine, and he wasn't the most muscular person on earth. But what did all that matter! His lovemaking was sweet and tender, his kisses touched me to the quick, and when his tongue pried about in my mouth I thought of the cock that would soon take its place. Yes, I was ready, ready, ready! He must have known it, yet he maintained the same smooth pace, seducing me by easy stages. His fingertips slid along the outlines of my breasts, back up my arms to my cheekbones and down again, touching, pinching the nipples through my dress and bra before he placed his palms flat against my sides and worked them down to my hips. I lay back and closed my eyes to let him know he could do whatever he wanted with me, but I peered through the lashes now and then to check up on where he was. Once I caught him leaning over my lap as though he was about to sink face down into my pussy, and I let out a tiny wail of ecstasy. I could hardly wait for him to do that to me.
Now he began to undress me. His fingers were nimble and quick and before long he had removed my dress and pantyhose. It gave me such a charge to be semi-naked in a strange man's apartment! For once I felt free and wild, and when he indicated that I should sit up so he could take off my bra I did so without the least compunction. My breasts were my pride and I could see how much he liked them by the way he stared at them and by the reverence of his caresses. "Beautiful!" he murmured. "So firm and full! Let me loss them and suck them!" His arms closed about my waist and his face disappeared between my tits. I lay back again, breathing deeply so as to inflate my chest. His tongue and teeth concentrated on my nipples, tugging, sucking, and then his mouth would open wide and he would take in as much tit as he could and hold it until stars danced before my eyes. The sensations he caused in my tits made me burn all over with a passion that was too hard to take. My longings grew stronger and I felt that his cock could take care of them all. But he was still fully dressed and I couldn't even reach his cock in my position.
"And now for the real thing," I heard him say. He kissed his way down my belly and to the waistband of my panties. Those soft, gentle hands hooked under the elastic and whipped my underwear off me in a flash. "Aaaahhh!" I heard him sigh as he rested his face on my hairy mound. A tongue flicked at my over-sensitive flesh, fingers caressed my labia, squeezing and parting them, his warm breath ran along my inner flesh and then his tongue moved down and into my cunt and lodged up there like a small, restless cock! I couldn't help myself any longer.
"Please Terry, take off your clothes and let me suck your dick!" I moaned, writhing about on the couch as his tongue dipped in and out of my overheated pussy. The juices were running free and my tits felt like they had an electric charge running in through the nipples. "I want you so much, please undress!" I repeated when he wouldn't answer.
"In a minute, in a minute." His lips found my clitoris and puckered around it to suck and tug at it like a mini-blow job, and I forgot about everything but the bolts of delight shooting through me. No one had made me feel this good! And knowing what was yet to come made it all the sweeter. Yes, I could be patient under these conditions. His mouth operated my pussy as if it was the key to all my stored up desires. He nibbled at my pussy lips, he sucked the juices out of my hole, he let his tongue slither from top to bottom, and his hands squeezed my buns so that my cunt stayed wide open to all intruders at all times. I could feel the air entering my cunt and soothing the feverish erogenous zones within, and when he opened my ass-hole as well as it was as though he was turning me inside out. Fingers entered that secret little hole at the back, the one I ignored for as much as possible; one finger at first, digging and stretching until the second could join it, and I felt a choking sensation down below that made me uncomfortable and tense, but somehow that blended in beautifully with the over-abundance of ecstasy at the front.
"Please Terry!" I groaned, almost beside myself now. "Fuck me, I want you to right now, oh fuck me Terry, I'd like nothing better." He nodded but stayed right where he was. What a strange, wonderful man, I thought. The girls had told me tales of their boyfriends, the way they never bothered with foreplay, just put a dollop of Vaseline on their cocks and rammed it home for a quickie. Not Terry. He wanted to be sure I was hot and ready before he brought our relationship to its peak. In fact he wanted me to be too hot and too ready! "I'm ready now!" I gasped. My body was in an uproar of passion and my hips were moving up and down with uncontrollable speed. "TERRY PLEEEEEEEEAAA-SSSSSEEE!! I NEED YOU NOW!! "
Two fingers stayed inside my ass-hole, two more disappeared into my cunt and when I used a little imagination it was almost as if I finally had a big, hard cock up there. The fingers moved in and out slowly, each thrust reaching for the bottom so that the knuckle of his thumb pressed hard into my clitoris; and as the fingers moved back, the ones up my ass moved right in, see-sawing me into indescribable convolutions of delight. But what I really wanted was his body on top of mine, crushing me into the couch as his big cock drove into my quavering, drooling pussy, I wanted his lips to take mine, I wanted to hear him breathe raspingly just the way they did in the romances I sometimes read. Much as I enjoyed his foreplay it was starting to irritate me as well.
He masturbated me hard and fast, and there was little I could do about my orgasms. I came left and right, struggling to contain so much bliss and yet a part of me kept struggling to let him know that I wanted his manhood in me. He avoided my eyes, just bent over my loins and rammed his-fingers up my orifices, working and sweating so that his beautiful suit was getting dripped on. Why wouldn't he take off his clothes? In between orgasms I began to wonder if Terry was all there.
At last, when I couldn't take anymore digital fucking, I told him to stop and undress. "I want to give you something back," I told him. "Don't you want me to do that?"
"It's not that. I like to make love this way," he said.
"But Terry, I want to make love to you as well!"
"You do? All right, but you may be in for a surprise," he said. "Or maybe you won't. Some people guess it right off."
"Guess what?" I was bewildered but he wouldn't explain. He took off his jacket and his pants, and hung them up neatly. In the dim light I saw that his legs were very smooth for a man's. His tie came off and he unbuttoned his shirt with his back to me. Now he only had on boxer shorts. Slowly he turned around. There was something very strange about his appearance...he was beautiful but...I couldn't work it out, the contours of his body were too soft, especially his chest. But then he took his boxer shorts off and stepped out of them, and I saw that there was something conspicuously absent between his legs. "You're a woman!" I cried.
"Surprise," said she.