Chapter 9
The knock at the door startles me out of my dream-like lethargy and I sit up beside Tony who is still lying on his back on the floor lost in the music and in the aftermath of making love. The knock comes again, louder, more persistent, and I want to ignore it, pretend that I'm not home but the music is blaring and obviously I am home. I stand up and walk to the door, press my face to the crack, and ask who's there.
"Bill," a familiar voice says.
There is a sudden moment of panic, a leftover from my yesterday, when I look quickly down at my nakedness and glance back at Tony's naked body, seeing his penis resting across his thigh, his balls bunched between his legs at his crotch, and I don't know what to do or say. Then my mind relaxes and I get a hold of myself, control my panic, and look at the situation with a certain divorced perspective. I smile as I realize that the situation is almost identical to when I showed up at Bill's and found Bernie there, only now the roles are reversed and Bill is the intruder. That thought excites me and I'm suddenly quite delighted and amused by Bill's appearance, and I'm curious to see how he'll react to Tony's naked presence. I unlock the door and open it, and Bill walks in.
He is so busy looking me up and down that he doesn't even notice Tony until I speak.
"Hello, Bill. You know Tony, don't you?"
Bill's eyes follow my gaze across the room to where Tony has risen to his elbows and is looking at us curiously, not knowing quite what to do himself. I look back at Bill in time to see his eyes narrow and recede as he takes in the situation immediately, and I can almost see his mind revolving in search of a suitable reaction, quickly sorting through the possible reactions that his emotions give to find the best one under the circumstances.
"Yeah, hi, Tony. Getting a little sun?" he asks.
Tony can't help laughing and I smile sweetly at Bill, appreciating his easy wit even in a surprise situation. I still have my share of resentment and hatred for Bill, but that quick wit abolishes it and I take his hand and lead him into the room, letting go and plopping down on the floor near but not quite beside Tony. Bill sits down too and I see his eyes travel down into my crotch eagerly and I feel a pang of fresh desire flood through me at once. I've heard it said that a woman never loses her attraction for the man that busts her cherry; I don't know if that's true, but I do know instantly that Bill turns me on more than Tony ever could, although I am capable of lusting after Tony's cock with total abandon.
I can tell that Bill is uncomfortable and even shocked to find Tony lying there naked, knowing we have just made love, and I remember the way Bill lied to Bernie so that he could fuck me. To end his discomfort I look at him and smile.
"Why don't you take off your clothes and join us," I say.
Bill recognizes his own words being thrown back at him and gives me an appreciative grin.
"You're really something, Jenny," he says.
"You learn real fast, don't you?" "I try harder than most." "Yeah, I see that."
Tony is looking from one of us to the other, bewildered; I know' that my sudden invitation to Bill was as much of a shock to him as Bill's invitation to me had been to Bernie.
Bill stands up and with careful, easy movements strips his clothes off. I watch as his genitals appear, watch as his long, thick cock juts out in a full erection, his testicles dangling beneath, and my eyes stay fastened on his crotch as he sits back down, legs spread, so that I can see the underside of his shaft as it sticks stiffly up. I squirm on the rug, my cunt lighted with a new pulsing fire, and I want to crawl over and stick my head between Bill's legs and press my lips around his cock, but I'm stopped by a sudden shyness about Tony's presence. I've never been naked with two naked men before, and it's somehow different than when I was with Bill and Bernie; I'm the center of attention this time as Bill was then. To just crawl between Bill's legs seems too much for me to do. I think back to what Bill did in that situation and remember that he had simply lain down and abandoned the situation to me and Bernie. I decide to do the same thing. I lie down on my back on the rug, my breasts poking up and my belly rising and falling with my heat, my cunt fluffing from between my thighs, and I wait to see what will happen.
I don't have to wait long. I feel Bill's touch and look down at my belly to see his finger tracing a line from the edge of my pubic hair up over my belly button and on up between my breasts. His finger circles both my breasts, crosses over my nipples lightly, and wanders back down my body, only this time it traces into the tangle of my cunt hair and sinks into the slit of my pussy. I feel it stop and circle my clitoris, then trace slowly to my hole and poke inside my vagina. Mechanically I spread my thighs apart, breathing hotly while he toys in my pussy. I feel my whole belly contract as his finger slips in deeper and begins a circular screwing motion inside me. One brief touch to my cunt and I'm gone, I know. I love it, love the feel of a hand or a cock between my legs; I think that if a total stranger walked up to me and put his hand on my cunt I'd not be able to stop myself from spreading my thighs apart to give him better access. My old pattern of fear and guilt has been broken, and with my freedom from it has come a sexual desire so strong and insatiable that a touch is enough to send me beyond control.
Bill seems to guess what has happened to me because he toys with my cunt and watches my reaction as if he's experimenting with my responses. I turn my head to the side and see that Tony is watching everything, and that his slack cock has risen into a pulsing erection. I reach out my hand and curl my fingers around Tony's penis and feel it jump. Then I take my other hand and wrap it around Bill's hard cock and I squeeze both of their genitals at once and my head swims with desire. I can barely believe what I'm doing, that I'm lying naked with two mens' genitals in my hands at once, me, the shy virgin of little more than a month ago; and instead of guilt I'm experiencing the most unbelievable sexual ecstasy and desire.
I feel myself pulled up and Bill is suddenly lying on his back on the floor and I'm fumbling to stuff his cock up inside my cunt, all the while squeezing Tony's penis with my other hand, and when I crush my ass down on Bill and feel his cock thrust up into me I moan and pull Tony by his cock, pull not him but his cock up and to my mouth, and as Bill begins to fuck me hard in my cunt I clamp my mouth around Tony's hot organ and suck madly on it. In seconds I'm coming, coming with a force and urgency that surpasses anything I've ever known or dreamed of knowing, and my orgasms ripple and flow like water onto a beach, building and pounding like surf breaking. My mad excitement is contagious, and Bill swells and beats viciously at me, in me, and Tony thrusts his prick hard into my throat. I am blind, deaf, lost in their terrible, animal fornication, lost in the throes of my insatiable climax, and I fuck back at Bill as if I'm an extension of his penis, and I suck on Tony as if I'm trying to swallow his cock. They come together, both swelling and exploding into me at once, one in my cunt and the other in my mouth, and I feel their double urgency and power and nearly faint with the forbidden pleasure of it. I swallow the sperm, choking as more pulses into my mouth, and I suck Tony dry and continue to hump down on Bill until he lies limp and tired beneath my ass, then I fall off to the side and lie still on the rug, my cunt wet and dripping and my mouth filled with a taste like seaweed.
Tony is the first to leave. Still naked I kiss him good night at the door and, after he is gone, return to sit with Bill and listen to music. Idly I hold his penis in my hand, and run my fingers over his balls.
"I've never seen anyone undergo such a quick change as you," he says, shaking his head incredulously. "You are absolutely a different person."
I can tell he means it by the way he looks at me, and I smile at him still holding onto his cock. The curious thing is that I'm very attracted to him sexually, for his cock and his manner, but as I sit there with him I realize that this is as far as my attraction for him goes, that I'm neither in love with him nor possessive or jealous of him, like I once thought I was.
"Do you like Tony?" he asks me suddenly, off-handedly, as if he doesn't really care what I answer, but he overplays the casualness of the question and I know he has been wanting to ask me about tonight and Tony.
"He's sweet," I say.
Bill looks at me and nods knowingly, as if to say that that's all right, but that sweet guys don't make it, really, except as sweet guys.
"I liked him to fuck me," I add, to see his reaction.
"Better than me?" he asks.
"Different than you."
"How so?" he asks curiously.
I think about it for a moment, feeling his penis still in my hand, trying to figure out exactly what the difference was between them.
"I guess it's just that when we make it I feel like you are fucking me, while when Tony and I make it I feel like I'm fucking him. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Kind of do, I guess."
"You're super aggressive. Tony is passive. That's all. I'm more aggressive than Tony is."
"Do you like that?" he asks again. "It's different, is all."
He's silent for a while and I squeeze his cock, afraid that his feelings are hurt because I won't say I like him to screw me better than Tony. I don't want to hurt him, not now, anyway; I wanted to until tonight but now that I have my feelings about him sorted out, now that I know I don't love him, it seems silly and even cruel to hurt him.
"You showed me an awful lot about myself," I tell him honestly. "You showed me that I didn't need to feel guilty about sex, and most important you showed me how much I love to fuck."
Bill looks at me and shakes his head as if he still doesn't believe the way I'm acting, the way I am. Then he changes the subject. "So you're still Lilly," he says. "That's right. Lilly of the Valley am I." "You don't know how lucky you are, my dear," Bill says with a sudden ominous tone in his voice. "Langstrom has very little patience with actors and actresses who don't show when they're supposed to show. In fact, you are the first case that I've ever heard of him changing his mind after he's dropped someone."
"Things have changed with me, Bill. I don't know about Mark Langstrom but I do know about myself; I know that I can play Lilly now and I guess that Mark saw I could too."
Bill looks at me as if he doesn't know me. His eyes penetrate into mine and I hold his gaze easily, undefensively, until he shakes his head in surprise. "I believe you," he finally says. "You'd better believe me, Bill, because you're going to look like a damn fool up on that stage if you don't."