Rob and Carol
Keywords: Rob, Carol, and,
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We beat the system!"
Trying to distract her attention from me with a little tact, I replied to her:
"Milton was also magnificent."
"He is a diamond-in-the-rough, very good. Perhaps, over the years, he will be as good as Raymond or like Andrew, your father. But you are special. In such short time, you are a professional. And very cunning. You didn't borrow this virtue from anyone, because you shine with own light."
She was teaching me, with an impressive fondness, about how to leave the past behind and live for the moment in order to look forward to the future with clarity. I dropped my defenses and I put my arm on her shoulder. She hugged me close, I thought innocently, and I met her hug. She began to kiss my cheeks, and maybe I missed the affection of my mother, for I allowed her to kiss me. But I began feeling a little hot in my crotch, and I was in danger, especially after a long period without a man.
"You are so beautiful, Alexandra. Mmmmm...."
A peculiar current coursed through my body, and I mingled with her, caressing her body, unable to help it. I felt compelled to remove her clothes in order to touch that wrinkled skin by the years, but soft and feverish, and I did it! She also undressed me, whispering:
"You dressed like this so for me, knowing the effect that your body has on mine!"
We kissed each other, not like friends, but like lovers. We sighed in unison, upon gasping for air after that kiss:
"Ohhh!"
There was no turning back. She dragged me to her bed and kissed my breasts. I sighed:
"Your lips are so soft!"
She almost caused me an orgasm. I also wanted to taste her flesh, and I stuck to a nipple. It was the delirium.
I traveled through her body, as if giving her a massage, and she traveled through mine, and we rotated into the 69 position and I was going to eat my first vulva. I had never tasted my own vaginal secretions before, but I had this one in my face, and I didn't know what to do. She begged me with her lips, but not with words, but with their contact with my nether lips:
"Kiss it!"
And I dove into her vulva. We mutually sought our clitorises, and we suckled them in synchronicity. We mutually traced each other's labia with our lips and tongues and we coaxed more wetness to suck the clitoris more delicately. The orgasms were simultaneous and multiple. Then dug into my love canal and she found my G-spot; that made me feel as if I had a 100-inch penis in me. I returned the favor and she gave a scream against my vulva, grabbing on my buttocks for dear life. I ended up doing the same, and I even shouted like crazy:
"You kill me with pleasure. Kill me, you prostitute!"
And Sheila's raving went like this:
"You little bitch, your arse is mine now!"
We squirted feminine semen on each other with, as if we wanted to drown each other, and mercifully, she was the last one to fall unconscious.
We woke up at mid-morning, holding on to each other's bellies. We kissed each other again, and upon tasting our own secretions, already dry, we went to wash. I got dressed quickly, and exchanging mischievous glances with her, I told her to do so, and hardly covering our nipples, we rode in my military-style SUV and we raced to my mansion. Upon entering the lobby, we discarded the clothes and I led her to the big Jacuzzi to hug and kiss each other while naked. Her tongue invaded my mouth with lust and I also put mine inside her, and that intertwining of tongues loosened our inhibitions in order to grind our bellies and squeeze each other's breasts. Eager for more pleasure, I led her to the master bedroom and I took out a double-headed dildo. She sat down in the bed and opened her legs greedily for me and I inserted it into her vagina without thinking whether I could hurt her, but she didn't complain, but she received it rather approvingly. I sat down in front of her and inserted the other end in me, leaving a margin of one or two inches (three to five centimeters) in order to begin the sway. At first, both of us got hold of the phallus in order to move it together, and as our hands got tired, we took turns. From time to time, we stroked the clitoris, sometimes, our own, and other times, each other's. When our G-spots woke up, we pressed on and the cramps in our wrists didn't matter to us, until we reached that sensation that sets the whole body on fire again. Finally, we pulled the dildo out, we embraced, and we even rolled over the puddle on the sheets upon kissing once again to say:
"I love you!"
"I love you too!"
I had a brief lapse of good sense, but it was not to regret what I did with her, but in order to clean the mess that we left in our wake. We tossed the washable clothes to a washer and the fine clothes into a bag to take to the dry cleaners. We went back into the Jacuzzi, but only to rest and consider our future together.
"Sandy, you have made me so happy."
"Thank you."
And I embraced her, not with passion, but with love. We fixed us a salad, not so much as to watch our diets, but in order not to use the stove, since we wanted to stay in the nude. We conversed about many things, like little girls, and we went to sleep hugged like "spoons," sometimes, she behind me, and other times, I behind her, in order to grab her breasts and buttocks.
It was a beautiful relationship while it lasted, and even Raymond and Milton accepted it without making a fuss. She also shared my interests in culture, but she then invited me to events that were a little more ideological, and obviously, to community activism meetings and of gay rights. But one day, she confronted me:
"Sandra, what we had was beautiful, but it's going nowhere."
"About what do you talk, Sheila? What do you mean by 'what we had?'"
"Look, I took advantage of you in a moment of mutual weakness, but in fact, you are not lesbian."
"Maybe not, but I love you."
"And I love you too, but this can't go on! I love you like the daughter that, for my life style, I will never have."
I passed, in brief instants, from shock to an incredible lucidity: what I did was to make incestuous fantasies come true, first with Charles, as my own brother, then with Raymond, as my father, and finally, with her, as my mother. The remorse that I avoided fell upon me and I had to sit down, and trying to speak in a clear tone of voice, I told her:
"You are right, I only played a game of love as in a doll house. I am ready to be a full-grown woman, but, Sheila, I don't regret what I have felt with you, nor am I embarrassed, because it was beautiful. I will always love you, but in another way from now on."
We embraced and we kissed, not with sexual excitement, but with mental peace. Once again, I readjusted myself to see her also as a professional and never again as a lover.
Closing arguments:
Although in the face of the others, I pretended to already be a professional woman, decent and dispassionate, but when I was alone at the end of the day, the loneliness oppressed me. I continued to use my work like an antidote, since I had spent all my options. Grasping my maturity, I insisted on seeing Milton like a colleague or even a brother, but I was not attracted to him physically. I even knew that he was not well-endowed and I thought that, with something like that, I was not going to feel pleasure.
One day, a card in the mail surprised us: it was an invitation to Charles' wedding. I had already forgiven him and got ready to attend, because we are already friends and his new office respects to ours like good colleagues. I wanted to go dressed especially for the occasion, since the reception would be in the garden of their mansion, on a summer afternoon. I chose a long sarong-style dress with flower prints, and mischievously, I didn't wear any underwear, since the fabric was a little thin, and at least, the live colors would hide a nipple erection. I had the modesty of taking a long white blazer in order to cover myself during the ceremony, but the party began, I left it in my car. I greeted the newlyweds and I noticed that he ever as handsome as when I had him and she was somewhat tall and slender, like a high-fashion model. I wished them long life and happiness with all my heart and I hinted at the wedding gift that she was getting. She insinuated that she had already opened it, and I congratulated her between giggles of complicity, already feeling free of envy. I mingled and I greeted the guests, although I didn't know anybody. Raymond retired early and Sheila made "radar contact" with one of the bridesmaids.
I ordered a glass of white wine, not champagne, in order to toast for the bride and groom without getting tipsy, but I could not help getting a little dizzy, even with only a sip. I wanted to look strong and drink more, but after half a glass, I felt very odd. I went to a bathroom beside the pool, similar to the one in my house, but although I didn't vomit, I very uncomfortable and light-headed. Unexpectedly, Milton came to my rescue, since he had stayed on the sidelines, watching everything from a corner, due to his tremendous shyness, not very a good trait for a litigant lawyer. He signaled me:
"Psst! Sandra!"
I moved toward him but I tripped between the flagstones that form a walk in the grass, but he reached me on time so that I wouldn't sprain my ankle. Hopelessly, I waved my purse in his face to offer him the keys to my car, and I told him:
"Now, you drive. I don't feel well."
He settled me in the passenger seat, he buckled me up, careful of not touching my firm breasts, and he even covered me with my jacket as if it were a blanket. Then he circled the SUV to sit behind the wheel, and after starting the engine, he began to drive slowly, unaccustomed to my luxurious and powerful automobiles.
Upon arriving to my mansion, which was very close to that of Charles' father-in-law, I asked Milton to help me to reach my bathroom. There I mixed the water, not too cold, because I was not that drunk.
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