Chapter 15

My success, or more appropriately, Brunhilda's success-with Peter caused me to take a closer look at Kit Fisher on the plane ride to Copenhagen. Viyi had told me about what had happened between them in London. Nothing, she said, had happened since, and although in a way she was disappointed, she wasn't going to press Kit into anything she didn't want to do. I knew she meant it.

But did I? I was sincerely curious about Eat, not so much sexually, but more as a person. She was an extremely intelligent young woman-a doctoral candidate in Comparative literature. For how long she had been carrying on lesbian relationships was beyond my ken; I wondered if it had always been that way.

On our first afternoon in Copenhagen, she walked up to me as I was looking at one of the exhibits they had at a mini sex fair. On display were pieces of erotic jewelry-pins in the shape of a phallus, a choker with a clasp showing fellatio, brooches demonstrating the way a woman looks after intercourse; the prices were astronomical.

"What do you think of those?" she asked.

"Frankly I think they're pretty worthless," I replied.

"I think even less than that of them. They disgust me because they're so male oriented. What kind of woman would be so stupid to wear one?"

I laughed. "I'm sure there are lots who would, 'right in this room."

She sniffed. "They're slaves, sexual slaves. They give everything to a man and keep nothing for themselves. How can anyone respect themselves by doing that? Don't they want respect?"

"It depends on your point of view," I said, trying not to be unkind. "Women's Lib or...."

She snorted. "Most of them have nothing to do with their time and a few are les...." Kit stopped short and looked a bit embarrassed. She had reached an impasse and wanted to find a way out. I began to walk on, thinking that with the move we might change the subject

"Don't misunderstand me," she continued. "I have nothing against lesbians ... I ... I think I'm one myself."

"People usually know those things," I replied.

"I know, I know," she answered. "But this trip has made me very confused. I can't tell you why-it's just a feeling that I have." She paused in front of an exhibition of photos showing positions of intercourse. "I've, I've almost always been that way but. . . . Can you help me? I know when I first thought about this I decided I was doing it-or wanted to do it-Just to get your wife jealous. But that was silly, even I know that. Now it's all for me. Could you?"

I looked down at her small pretty face and felt compassion for her. "Sure, sure 111 help."

Fifteen minutes later we arrived back at the hotel. We didn't speak all the way there, nor did she say anything till we got inside her room. "I feel guilty. I'm using you, I know it. And you know it. But for you it won't matter that much, but to me it's very important. I fust want to see ... to know. I think 111 always be confused about this and Tm trying to keep my mind open now. But I'm wavering ... going back to what I was ... what I am... ."

I ldssed her delicately but she shook her head. "No, no, I don't want it that way. I don't even want you to touch me very much. Just do it and get it over with. I know what will happen, but I just don't know what 111 feel."

I began to protest, wanting to say to her that she was confirming her own notions by acting this way, but she refused to listen to me. Instead she began to undress, each movement cold and mechanical. I felt very put-out-alienated-and I hesitated before unbuttoning my shirt. She didn't look at me till I was naked and even then she barely glanced at my pendulous prick. Most women can't get over its size, but Kit wasn't impressed and in a way I was a little hurt because of this. Male ego.

And yet, at the same time, I was aroused by the sight of her body-so petite and yet so strong. Her breasts were small but very lovely as were her delicate cheeks. Her slightness made her seem very vulnerable, but I was, in a sense, certain that she could be quite aggressive, even thick-skinned.

She lay down on her back on the bed, her face expressionless. Again I tried to touch her, but she pushed my hand away and motioned to me to mount her. I got on my knees between her legs, all the while feeling a warm, steady pulsation in my groin. I teased open her hole with the tip of my cock, but she remained dry and I couldn't enter her. She looked so small that I wondered if I could.

"Relax, just relax. You're tight. And dry. I'll try again," I said soothingly. She nodded her head and soon her body felt a little less tense.

I moved my cock over her clitoris and then around her lips, lifting her up slightly and putting her thighs on my own. She bent her legs and asked me to continue. "No hands?" I asked. She said no.

I brought my cock down on her clitoris, then up again. Nothing. I pressed the tip into it and she gave an almost inaudible moan. I pressed again and again, my cock growing harder with each successive effort. I showed her how to move her hips and she began to help me along. Decidedly she was inexperienced.

I returned to teasing her hole, rubbing the top part of my stem against her clitoris. She was getting wet, I could feel it, and her breathing became heavy but not excited. By now I had my tip into her, but only that. I stopped and left it there and a few times she moved her hips over it. I encouraged her to do that, to aim and try to thrust at me. She failed, but not completely; I was moving in further.

Time passed and I tried again, my strokes becoming more insistent. For a moment she went dry again but constant stimulation had its effect. I thrust into her, not wanting to hurt her. Soon I was halfway in and I knew she could take more.

I was sweating and my breathing was labored. My erection was full and firm and I didn't want to lose it. I aimed again and rammed into her, my cock going all the way up. Her tightness excited me tremendously and I experienced a complete turn around in feelings. No, I wouldn't lose my erection-I was too far gone for that But I might blow my load and there was no way of stopping that. I wished, for one minute, that she was bigger. Small cunts have always had the effect of making me come quickly. Sometimes I can prevent it, but her "no hands-all intercourse" stipulation left me no leeway.

I slammed into her and she moaned. I glanced at her eyes: they were large and staring and confused. I thrust into her harder, her juices making things just a tiny bit easier. She was obviously feeling something; I could sense it in my own body. But what? And how much? She was straining to return my thrusts, but her efforts were awkward. I reached out to help her but she shook her head no. I thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew, the beats of my cock impelling me on. Seconds later I felt myself fall into the groove and

I thrust into her harder, hitting her pubic bone with a whack. Her hands were clasped firmly onto the bed cover and her knuckles were white. "Relax, relax," I whispered to her but she took no notice. Her back was arching and I thought that surely I was on my way. Soon I realized I was hardly any further with her; I would have to concentrate on myself.

I slammed into her, quickly withdrew, and slammed into her again. Her tightness was driving me wild and I couldn't hold myself back. Once more I hit her pubic bone, once more she gasped and strove to meet me. Suddenly I shuddered. "I ... can't hold on. ..." I gasped. "I'm coming, I'm coming."

She responded to me with every bit of strength she had, weeping and moaning and tearing at the bed cover. "Now," I called to her. "Now." I felt a rumbling in my prick and then an explosion, two explosions, three explosions.... The friction, rather than any of our movements, made me go on and on. My ears were pounding and I shuddered and shot with each contact. At the same time I knew it wasn't fair to her and after the next thrust I withdrew sharply. She cried out in pain and quickly closed her legs. My orgasm burned within me and some drops of semen spirted out. Then I was still.

I sat there, gazing at her face; a million different feelings were fighting in each of us, but soon one held sway.

"Th ... thank you. You were good. It's all right. I know, I know now," she said, smiling and crying at once.

I reached over and tousled her hair. Then I kissed her, my lips brushing her cheeks.

Outside the window a bird broke into song.