Deadly Chemistry
Part IV: Whatever is Necessary
19 Sister
I SAW HANNAH slip out of the studio. Sarah and her parents were talking with the others and I followed Hannah.
“Thank you,” she said.
“I love you.”
“I meant for the chocolate.”
“I still love you.”
“Please stop, Brian.” We wandered to a couple chairs in the lobby. Since it was Saturday, the place was pretty deserted. We sat in silence for a minute. I was so happy to see her that I couldn’t think straight, but I was still so torn up inside I wanted to throw up again.
“I’m glad you came.”
“She was my friend.”
“What am I going to do, Hannah? She was more than a friend. To all of us.” Hannah turned fiercely to face me. I hadn’t seen her at the funeral but sitting this close I could tell why. She’d dyed her hair black. She wore heavy eyeliner. Her sloppily applied makeup made it look like her cheek was bruised. I looked closely at her but she grabbed my face between her hands and forced me to look in her eyes. I wasn’t used to a Hannah that was so aggressive.
“You will do whatever is necessary.”
“It’s too late. I wasn’t there to help or defend her. How could I do what was necessary?” I always told Hannah I’d do whatever was necessary. It was one of my great rules of life. But there was nothing to do. I didn’t know what she wanted.
“You will still do whatever is necessary. Just like I am.” When she stared me in the eye, it was impossible to look away. Their green depths kept me mesmerized.
“Can I come and see you now, Hannah? I could come for your birthday. If your parents won’t let us be together, I’ll camp out and meet you in the park.”
“No.”
“I’ve never stopped loving you, Hannah. I never will. Let me come and see you.” I sounded pathetic, even to myself.
“You can’t come to see me, Brian.”
“Why not? We don’t have to do anything. You know I’d never force myself on you.”
“I have a boyfriend.” She stood up and walked back toward the studio. I heard her voice. “Hurry up, Daddy. I promised Tommy I’d be back in time for us to go out tonight.”
I made it to the restroom, but not to the toilet. I was sorry for the janitor.
I stayed in the restroom until I was pretty sure everyone had gone. I knew Dad would wait for me and was a little surprised he hadn’t come looking for me. The place was empty when I came out. The security guard saw me and came to unlock the door. A girl detached herself from the shadows and slipped up beside me. I did a double-take, but it wasn’t Hannah. Sarah put her hand in mine and we walked to her powder blue Mercedes.
“I asked the others if I could be with you tonight,” she whispered as she started the car. “Do you want something to eat first?” My stomach growled. Right. I’d thrown up everything from the past two days. Might as well put something else in it. We went to the diner where we’d had our first date when we were planning to go to the prom. We even shared a shake, but we hardly said anything. We drove around and mindlessly commented on what had changed in the past year. The Dog and Suds wasn’t open until Memorial Day. The church looked the same. The school. We’d just been in the gym yesterday. The last time she’d been there before that, she’d graduated. The day our world ended. We ended up in the cemetery, walking hand-in-hand to Denise’s grave. The fresh dirt was mounded over her and there was a simple marker until a stone could be delivered. She held me and cried with me.
The house was quiet and dark when we got there and Sarah silently went to my room with me, undressed me and herself, and crawled into bed with me. I mourned my loss. Denise and Hannah. I fell asleep nursing on Sarah’s breast.
I woke at my usual hour and began to talk to Hannah in my head but felt a hand on my cock. I turned my head and Sarah was looking at me as she stroked me.
“She said this was your special time together. We’re still a lot alike, even though she is trying to be different. Go ahead, Brian. Go ahead and think of her while you make love to me.”
It was all too easy to do. Sarah straddled me and sank onto my erection, wincing a little as it parted her opening. She wasn’t as wet as I’d have made her if I was thinking and the condom dragged against her. But I felt rising passion. Her kiss was genuine and fervent. Her deep green eyes were the same, but the soul I saw reflected was different. I’d let myself be lulled into thinking of my love, but awareness now that I was with her sister jolted me. Sarah deserved better than that. Not to be a substitute. She deserved to be loved for who she was. I responded to her offered love and loved her in return. She seemed to realize that something changed and smiled at me.
“I love you, Sarah.”
“I love you, Brian.”
With that, we fully committed our act to each other, not to a vision or a substitute or a mirage. I loved Sarah for Sarah. Never in a million years would I have guessed that a week after giving my virginity to Whitney I would be making passionate love to Sarah. She’d left last summer, declaring that she was not destined to be with me, but was with me nonetheless. She might still not be destined to stay with me, but this morning was eternity enough for me.
We lay in bed, breathless from our orgasms and clutching each other tightly.
“I never thought I’d be your first, Sarah.”
“You weren’t,” she sighed. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Okay, both eyebrows and half my eye shot up. “I’m in college. I’m two hundred miles from the home where I graduated and six hundred miles from my parents. It seemed like a good opportunity to experiment.”
“You just… uh… had sex with someone to try it out?” This just didn’t sound like Sarah.
“No, silly. I got to school and fell head-over-heels in love the first week I was there. Three weeks later I was making love to the boy I thought I’d spend my life with. He thought he’d spend the night. For the last seven months, I’ve thought that even if I wasn’t spending my life with you, you’d still always be there for me. You’d never take advantage of me. You’d never turn your back on me. I’m sorry I didn’t make love with you the night before graduation but, of course, you weren’t seventeen yet. I’m glad we finally had an opportunity.”
“It’s not over.”
“It isn’t?” I proceeded to show Sarah how much I treasured every square inch of her body, inside and out. I licked her to another orgasm before I claimed her again with my cock. I kissed her like my life depended on it. In fact, I think it did. I needed to show my older girlfriend how much she was loved and that I would never scorn her love. It was what I needed to do.
“You talked to her, Brian. Why did she act that way?” Samantha was demanding that I explain at lunch on Monday.
“I don’t know, Sam. I don’t understand it. Sarah says she has some kind of mission to get back at her parents and the damned bishop. Like something she could do would make them all regret taking her away. I don’t understand it at all. We had a serious discussion and then…”
“Drugs,” Nikki said flatly. We all looked at her. “She’s off her meds. Believe me, I’ve done it enough times to recognize it. She’s angry and depressed and stopped taking her medication so she could wallow in the feelings. But she can’t let anyone know. So, she plays a game and acts as if she doesn’t care and doesn’t feel anything.”
“What’s going to happen?” Sam asked, awed at Nikki’s explanation.
“No telling. She’ll get too depressed to hide it, or she’ll get angry enough to do something violent, or she’ll keep pretending until she can’t remember why she feels this way. Or something else. Once you get on those anti-depressants and mood-altering drugs, getting off of them isn’t easy. I doubt I’ll ever be off of them.”
“Shit! I’m going to go see her for her birthday,” Sam declared. I shook my head.
“There was something else she said, Samantha.” I didn’t mean to whisper but my voice wouldn’t cooperate. I was afraid I’d throw up again right here in the cafeteria. “She has a boyfriend.” There it was again, like a slug in the stomach.
“Be a rock!” Whitney snapped. Automatically, I anchored my feet to the floor and prepared for the blow. The nausea passed. I breathed a sigh of relief. “I have to go to be with the Cavemen,” she continued. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.” Whitney squeezed my shoulder then bent and gave me a kiss before she left the cafeteria. Everyone at the table sighed.
“And who wants to be Brian’s girlfriend for a day?” Ms. Sullivan asked. I laughed as all the hands in our Advanced Foods class went up. “Well, that makes it easy. Kevin? Really?” she asked the only other boy in the class.
“Sure. I’d do him,” Kevin sighed. “Any day.” I think Kevin was the only openly gay guy in our school. It was a gutsy move to come out, but everyone knew since grade school that he was effeminate in his mannerisms. When he came out, most people just nodded their heads. The response had been less aggressive than I expected but Kevin was really blatant. Most people just avoided him. Just. Like that was nothing much. No wonder Geoff wanted to stay in the closet. Maybe I could help. Damn. I wondered if Kevin had AIDS. Shit! Why would I have to think that?
“I’ll take Kevin on the show,” I said firmly. There was silence in the class and all the girls stared at me. Ms. Sullivan just nodded and made a note in her book.
“Now, who wants the other slot?” she asked. Only three girls raised their hands. I grinned. That eliminated everyone I would have eliminated anyway. But how to choose among these three.
“Well, Brian? It’s your show. How shall we do this?” Ms. Sullivan asked. We’d already talked, so we had a plan.
“Ashley, Robyn, and Sarah,” I said. “I’d like you each to prepare a suggestion for what you’d like to have me demo when you are my assistant. I’ll present all three suggestions to my producer on Saturday when Kevin and I film. I won’t even tell him your names. He’ll choose one based on the suggestion. That means I’ll need your suggestions by Friday. The more detail you provide, the better. Keep in mind that while we can do some prep beforehand, the segment is only fifteen minutes, so I can’t really do a step-by-step preparation of, say, pastitsio.”
When I got home, I called Miss Polly and she immediately conferenced me with Harvey.
“Really? An openly gay guy?” Harvey asked. “Hmm. There’s been a lot in the news lately. You know they are planning to have a Gay Pride Parade at summer solstice? Apparently, it’s a big thing now. It’s your call, Pol. Do you want to go on record in support of gay rights?”
“Oh. Well. Do you think it will hurt Brian’s popularity in light of our… other plans?”
“After the spot we recorded on Saturday and started running this morning, I don’t think there is anything we could do to dampen Brian’s popularity. Brian, you might not know it, but the station is running your plea every day this week, at different times. It’s edited a little differently depending on which show it appears on, but the full spot will run on Friday in your normal slot. The switchboard has been handling an unusual number of calls this morning supporting you and your friends.”
“Then I say let’s go with it,” Miss Polly said. “I’ve never had a cutting-edge program before.”
“Good. That’s settled. Brian, you’ll need to come up with some gay food to do with your friend. Don’t ask me what that is, but they’re doing a lot with rainbows these days. Now, we have another proposition. Miss Betsy is taking a leave of absence this summer. You’ve undoubtedly noticed that she is pregnant. She’s due at the end of July, just when we’ll be getting ready for the Fair and she has elected to take off from mid-June until September. Frankly, I don’t know if she’ll come back to the show. That means Miss Polly needs a new assistant. How would you like the job for the summer?”
“You mean take Miss Betsy’s place on a daily basis?”
“I told her when you did your first demo that she could be replaced,” Miss Polly laughed.
“Holy cow!”
“If you are interested, you’ll probably want to bring your Dad on Saturday so we can get a summer contract in place.”
“Thank you!”
“They fucking marked me truant! Can you believe it?” Whitney stormed at lunch. “My friend was murdered and they mark me truant!” We were shocked.
“What are you going to do?”
“As soon as he told me, I asked Mr. Smith for a hall pass to see the principal. He shrugged and said, ‘Sure, what’s one more class?’ I went tearing down to the office and demanded to see Principal Yoder. This little girl… okay, that’s not nice. I think she’s a senior, but she’s a mousy little thing. Anyway, she stutters around that Principal Yoder has someone in his office at the moment.”
“Whitney, just tell us you didn’t hurt the little girl,” I snorted. She glared at me.
“I might have if it hadn’t been for the yelling. Coach Christiansen apparently got the message before I did. She was in the office ripping Yoder a new asshole. She was yelling things like ‘star basketball player,’ ‘best thing that ever happened,’ ‘murdered friend,’ ‘insensitive bureaucrats,’ ‘general strike,’ and, you’ll love this, ‘prison shirts.’ Little mousy girl and I just stared at each other. I excused myself and went back to class.”
“So what happened?”
“A messenger arrived at Mr. Smith’s door just before class was over. He read the note and looked at me. ‘Absences excused,’ he said as if it was nothing. ‘You still have to turn in the homework and make up the quiz from Friday.’ The sum result is that I have a shitload of homework this week. And nobody even cares that I lost my virginity!”
That silenced everyone at the table and Whitney leaned over to kiss me while everyone stared at us.
“Okay. I didn’t lose it. I know right where it went. Oh yeah.” She squeezed my shoulder as everyone continued to stare at her. “I hope you don’t have plans for tonight,” she whispered.
“Brian, are you able to do this? I’ll give you a pass on it. I know you’re under a lot of stress and grief. This is a powerful poem. If you aren’t up to it, I’ll withdraw you from the competition.” I thought I’d done a pretty good job interpreting the poem I’d chosen. Like the others, it had arrived in the mail, this time postmarked Jackson, MI but with no return address. The note just said, ‘Heard you need more cannon fodder. Good luck. N.’ I’d had the poem since a week before prom and decided immediately that I’d use it for the competition. I’d kept what Ms. Streeter told me about the earlier poems and looked deeper for alternate meanings so I could do a good job interpreting it. I wanted to win this competition for Nikki.
“I want to do this poem, Ms. Streeter. What am I doing wrong?”
“Where is the aggression? The angst? This poem cries for passion and you read it like it was ee cummings. I’ve heard the passion in you before. Where is it now?”
“Um… the last time you told me that teenaged angst wouldn’t cut it. I tried to get to the deeper meaning.”
“Not at the expense of the poet’s passion. Okay, we’re going to look at a video. This is a great poet of the Beat Generation, Allen Ginsberg. He opposed the military, materialism, and sexual repression. Listen to this. Watch him if you want to but listen. Close your eyes and hear the poem come to life.” She had the video already cued as if she knew in advance what I needed to hear. He started off a little tentative—a bearded man with long receding hair and black framed glasses, reading in front of a crowd outdoors. But as the poem picked up, I sat mesmerized by the man rattling more words in a minute than the human tongue is capable of processing. It wasn’t just the words; it was the cadence and the tone. It was the passion.
It was long. Twenty-some minutes later, Ms. Streeter shooed me out of her office and told me to go practice somewhere that the wind would try to blow away my words and that I should fight for every one of them.
“You had this Algebra II class last year. Why can’t I figure it out?” Whitney complained as we sat at my desk.
“Well, I had Harshbarger as a teacher. There’s nothing like learning from a genius,” I laughed. “What’s got you puzzled?”
“This whole thing of solving sets. It seems so complicated.”
“It is. Here, let me show you a couple tricks Harshbarger taught us.”
I worked with Whitney on her Algebra until about eight. Dad had been giving me plenty of space this week. With Mom in Seattle and Anna in Kokomo, he was spending his evenings tinkering with things to get ready for the summer. He wanted to get the tractor tuned up and said that spring had caught him behind on general maintenance. Someplace along the line, Whitney and I progressed from sitting on opposite sides of the desk to her sitting on my lap as we finished her last worksheet.
“I think I’m ready for that quiz,” she said. “I’ll have to stay late after school tomorrow.”
“I think you’ll do fine on it now.”
“Is this a pop quiz I’m sitting on?” She wiggled against my cock. It had been popping up a little each time she shifted her weight.
“You know what? I think it’s learned to recognize my lover. As soon as you get near, he comes to attention.”
“Oh yeah. I know about teenaged boys. I don’t even have to be near.” Whitney stood up and in a magical display of maneuvering removed all her clothes from beneath her jersey. The Bulls were still in the hunt and she hadn’t switched jerseys since the playoffs started. When her panties came out from under her jersey I was ready. I pulled off my T-shirt and she worked on my belt and jeans. I started to get up, but as soon as she had my jeans and underwear past my butt, she shoved me back in the seat. She stroked my cock as I reached under the jersey to pet her buns. Whit moved forward and straddled me, lowering herself onto my erection. Her steamy pussy felt like home. Who’d have thought that Whitney would be my first? Who’d have imagined that we could have a relationship that didn’t always involve us beating each other black and blue? I reached through the armholes of the jersey and tweaked her nipples a little, then pushed the shirt aside to capture one between my lips. She was so tall that riding me in this position put her nipples right at lip level. “So good!”
“I love you, Whitney. I love this.”
“The others are getting impatient,” she whispered as she settled fully onto me and pulled my head to her. “We’re going to have to share.” We’d already talked about what happened with Sarah and me. In fact, Whitney was there Sunday morning when Sarah and I came downstairs. They’d held each other tightly.
“I’m so happy with what I have in my arms that it’s hard to imagine sparing time for anyone else.”
“Brian, thank you for being so dedicated to me since we first made love. It’s made me feel so special and important to you. Even when we were dealing with all the shit, you made time to make me feel like I was all that mattered.”
“You are.”
“I was. And believe me, I intend to be in your bed as often as possible for as long as possible. But somebody has a birthday tomorrow.”
“Liz.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Well, tomorrow is Thursday. I promised I’d take her out Friday night.”
“I think your dad mentioned he was going to Kokomo after work tomorrow.”
“Yes, but I’m not just going to bring Liz here and screw her. I’m not sure she realizes how important this is.”
“Of course you’re not. You’ll take her out and make her feel just as special as you always make me feel. But you can’t tell me that you’re not anticipating sliding into her dripping, hot pussy.” Whitney punctuated each word with a rise and fall on my cock. I didn’t know what was going to happen Friday night, but tonight I was filling Whitney while she whined out another orgasm and went limp in my arms.
I really tried not to have expectations Friday night, but what I got still wasn’t what I expected. From the minute I picked her up Friday night, Liz was her usual, slightly hyper self. In some ways, that was just what I needed. The past two weeks had been more than intense. I fought off bouts of depression, nausea, and frustration between passionate encounters with Whitney, too much homework, and the prospect of having a 40-hour-a-week job on television. Here was Liz, bouncing around on the car seat, asking inane questions about whether I can combine a career in chemistry and cooking and if she should plan on going to Ivy Tech or just come to Bloomington to keep house for the rest of us. I’d never thought of Liz as being that domestic, but it was obvious that she had written off going to college.
“Tell me a secret and I’ll tell you a secret,” she demanded when we left The White Spot after dinner.
“Oh. You know I don’t usually tell secrets.”
“Come on. I want something sexy and secret.”
“But you can’t keep a secret.”
“Then make it a secret that I can tell everyone.” Oh man. I couldn’t tell anything I’d done with any of my girlfriends. That was off-limits anyway. But Liz was pressing for something. Well, my sister lived in Seattle now, so I might as well throw her under the bus.
“I once caught Betts giving a guy a blowjob in the hayloft.”
“Oh my God! And you still get erections?” She was laughing at me and I started laughing as well.
“I got over it. Eventually.”
“Now you ask me.”
“Okay, Miss can’t sit still. Tell me a secret, please. And it had better be something sexy that I can tell everyone else.”
“You can see everything I’m wearing tonight.” I figured I was probably going to get to see every… I looked over at her and she was staring coyly out the window. She was wearing a white camisole top, a short black skirt, and sandals. It had been obvious all evening that she didn’t have a bra under the top. I’d been watching the outline of those tantalizing little nipples all through dinner. But that meant that if I could see everything she was wearing, then she didn’t have anything on under her skirt, either.
“You don’t have underwear on?” I asked.
“Oh! I must have forgotten! How silly of me.”
“You amaze me.”
“I could be lying.”
“Why would you do that?”
“You’d better check.” I pulled into the garage and turned to my redheaded playmate.
“May I kiss you, Liz?”
“Oh yeah.” She slid over against me and welcomed my lips and tongue. I put my hand on her bare thigh and inched her skirt up. Liz automatically spread her legs, inviting my hand up farther. I found a very moist slit and looked down to see her neatly trimmed red bush beneath my hand.
“Are you sure you want to do this, sweetheart?”
“You’ve been the only boy for me since second grade, Brian. I know we had to get past a bunch of shit first, but I’ve always known it would be you. Am I sure? No. But I have a solution, so let’s go in.”
We went in and Liz brought her overnight bag with her. I wasn’t sure how she’d arranged to spend the night with me. We brushed our teeth and went up to my room. Liz sat on the edge of my bed but didn’t take any clothes off.
“Sit by me and hold me, please?”
“Of course I will, honey. I don’t want to do anything that you don’t want me to.”
“I’m pretty sure there is nothing that I don’t want you to do except maybe putting your penis in my bottom. I think I’ll leave that to those who really want it,” she giggled. “Here’s the thing, Brian. You need to know that I’m on birth control. I went to the clinic almost a year ago and started on those pills. Didn’t you notice my boobs got bigger?”
“Yeah. I thought it was just growing up.”
“Hormones. They aren’t too big now, are they?” Liz had perfect, tiny breasts, still only slightly larger than Whitney’s.
“You know I love your breasts, Liz. I always have and I always will.”
“Mmm. Such a sweet thing. But I don’t completely trust the pills. I guess what happened to Hannah freaked me out with how much we’d been fooling around. And with my mother’s proven fertility… Well, she’s threatened me by saying that I’ll get pregnant if someone even says ‘penis’ near my vagina. So, please make sure you use a condom whenever you have your penis actually in me.” Liz was breathing hard and the flush on her cheeks was overwhelming the freckles.
“I have condoms,” I said, reaching for the bedside drawer and pulling out the full box that I’d bought. I figured that from now on, it would be condoms any time I had sex.
“I give you explicit permission to touch me everywhere and to make love to me,” Liz whispered. I leaned toward her to kiss her. “But…” I pulled back. “Don’t rush, okay?” I nodded. “And to make sure that we have time to change our minds if we want to, I have this.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a kitchen timer. “Seven minutes in heaven, Brian. Then seven minutes not touching. Either of us can say stop at any time. Agreed?” I grinned and nodded. We’d almost gone all the way the first time we played a private game of seven minutes in heaven. Liz was being just as mischievous as ever. This evening was going to be exquisite torture. She wound the timer, showed me it was set for seven minutes, and set it on the table. “Please kiss me, lover. I’m yours.”
Liz and I played together a lot. I don’t talk about it all the time because I just don’t. But we’d been together—sexually—pretty much at least once a month since she turned fourteen. That summer before the agreement was amazing. We didn’t have rules about what we could touch yet, and we touched everything we could without actually fucking. And that was a near thing. What she said about birth control and condoms and pregnancy made me realize how dangerous a game we’d been playing back then.
The Agreement had reined us in a little. But we still pushed the edge of what was legal, usually with just Liz wearing a thin pair of panties to keep our genitals from touching. Although the first year she didn’t use her hands or mouth on me, I was pretty sure I’d made contact with her tummy or her thighs on occasion. Since she turned sixteen, our play often involved rubbing my cock up and down against her clit as she humped frantically on top of me. Thank heavens she’d gotten on birth control right away. But now, there were no more artificial barriers between us. What we decided to do was our decision.
And suddenly, with all the artificial restraints we’d imposed on ourselves out of the way, we got a little shy. The first seven minutes, I just held her hand and whispered ‘I love you’ to her as we sat side-by-side on the edge of my bed. When we took our break for seven minutes, she reached in her bag and pulled out the game of Yahtzee. We giggled like fourth graders and got involved in the game so fast that the timer rang before we were ready.
We kept going, and we did more and more. By the end of the third round, we were both naked and didn’t bother to put clothes on while we sat cross-legged across from each other and shook the dice. I’d seen this view of Liz before, but it was still amazing to me and I could hardly tear my eyes away from her pussy. When I did, I found her eyes fastened on my erect cock.
“Liz, honey, you’ve got to tell me how you managed to spend the night with me tonight,” I said. The timer rang and we got back in bed and petted each other, kissing softly.
“I did it just before you picked me up,” she said, kissing me again. “I just told Mom and Dad that I was spending the night with you and not to worry about me not coming home by midnight.”
“And they were just okay with that?” I was thinking that Lech and Irene might be pounding down the door later tonight.
“Oh, no. They were all, ‘you certainly are not, young lady,’ and ‘what makes you think,’ on me. I stood up at the table so they could see exactly what I was wearing. Well, I didn’t pull my skirt up to show them my pussy, but they got real quiet when they saw that I obviously wasn’t wearing a bra. After I was sure I had their attention, I grabbed my little boobs, then crossed my arms in front of my chest, then grabbed my boobs again. I snatched up my bag and walked out front to meet you. They were laughing so hard that I don’t think they know I’ve left yet.” My hand had just touched her fluffy pubic hair when the damned timer rang again.
“You’re doing this just to draw it out, aren’t you?” I laughed as I grabbed the dice. We didn’t bother to get off the bed and the dice didn’t roll very much on the soft covers.
“Oh, look. You got a Yahtzee.” She grinned at me and wrinkled her nose.
Liz sometimes put herself down at our table as not being smart and not going to college. So maybe she wasn’t a chemist, but she got decent grades. What she was doing tonight told me she was not only smart but clever. With the way she and I had been going at each other for the past three years, it would have been easy for us to just fall into bed and fuck. But she’d found a way to slow us down so we wouldn’t be over and done before either of us had our heads in the game. My little redhead—no, even though she was slight, she towered over Elaine—my taller redhead, then, had slowed us down so we could really enjoy our discovery and exploration of each other as if it was all brand new instead of only the final act being new.
By our sixth round, we were panting and pushing at each other.
“Condom,” she whispered.
“It must be almost seven minutes,” I gasped. “I don’t want to start and then have the bell ring. I couldn’t.”
“I didn’t set the timer on this round,” she said. “Put the damned condom on.”
In a moment I was sheathed and poised at her entrance. She guided me to her and looked into my eyes. I pushed forward a little.
“Make love to me, Brian. Make love to me.”
What came next was a lot more than seven minutes in heaven.
Liz’s first orgasm almost put me over the edge. I’d played with and fantasized about this pussy for three years. I’d been so close to in it so many times that finally being there was almost too much to handle. It was for Liz. I plunged deep into her and she suddenly went pneumatic on me, pumping and screaming out one orgasm after another. It was just too much. I came, stripped off my condom, and while Liz sucked me I tore open another. We were so excited that it took longer than usual to get the damned thing on. Liz rolled over on her stomach and thrust her ass in the air.
“Do me this way, Brian. Fuck me!” I was only too happy to comply with her demands.
There were going to be a lot more days—and nights—with Liz in my future. Once we finally passed the last barrier, the old, insatiable Liz surfaced. Not until I couldn’t get it up again did we settle down. Liz clutched me to her and I felt her shaking with tears.
“I love you, Brian,” she said as I rocked her. “I know I’m not sappy and romantic and I just want you to fuck me all the time. But I love you. I don’t ever want to be without you.”
I got only an hour’s sleep before I had to get up and start preparing for the taping.
“You’d better not bring anyone back with you because I’m going to be naked in your bed when you get home from work, dear,” she grinned. She’d showered with me and helped me dress but had never put a stitch of clothes on. In spite of the night’s activities, I went to the studio with a hard-on. Harvey took one look at my face and called for makeup. Kevin looked at me a little strangely.
“Darling, you got rode hard last night,” he whispered to me. Now that was embarrassing.
Miss P: What are we celebrating, Chef Brian?
Me: Miss Polly, this is my good friend and classmate in our Advanced Foods class, Kevin. [Hand shakes, not too tentative.] We’re preparing for a party coming up on the summer solstice.
Miss P: A Solstice Party!
Me: Not exactly. This is a gay pride party. I know it’s not a usual thing for people to say on TV, but Kevin is out of the closet and will be marching in the gay pride parade downtown June eighteenth. I promised that we’d make some great snacks for the party that Kevin will be having after the parade.
Miss P: Can we eat these snacks if we’re not gay?
Me: That’s one of the great things about food, Miss Polly. Whether you are gay or straight, black, white or tan, tall or short doesn’t make a bit of difference when it comes to food. Just like it shouldn’t make any difference to us any other time. You could serve these snacks for the Super Bowl or for your child’s birthday party. Everyone will love them.
Liz was, indeed, waiting for me naked in my bed when I got home. She had ideas that kept me awake most of the night again. I still woke up early but went back to sleep. I startled awake at eight. Liz is not a morning person. She didn’t even stir as I went downstairs.
I owed Rose a story. I called. She was obviously still sleepy when she answered the phone and I didn’t even say hello before I started reading in a soft, raspy voice.
She took me by surprise, sneaking up on me like that. I was working late in the library and time got away from me. I didn’t look up until the librarian announced softly over the speaker system that the library would close in fifteen minutes. I never could figure out why there was a loudspeaker system in the library.
I packed my books, worried over the paper I had to finish before class on Monday. It was going to be a tedious weekend.
She stepped out of the shadows as I left the library and put her hand on my shoulders, staying behind me.
“Just do what I say, darling. You won’t get hurt.”
Gooseflesh rose on my arms. Even as a whisper, I could tell it was my sweetheart, Rose, but she’d never taken such command before—never been so forceful. I followed her silent guidance as she pushed me around behind the library to the lawn between it and the county building.
“Lie down,” she said, pushing me toward a blanket spread on the ground. “You’ve been putting this off, but I don’t want to wait any longer. It’s my time now.” By the time I’d tossed my books to the ground and lay down on the blanket, I was looking up at the pale white skin of my naked Rose. “You know how long I’ve wanted you,” she continued, never raising her voice. The wind in the treetops almost drowned out sound. “Now I have you. Take off your clothes.” I glanced around. A person would actually have to come down this alley between the two buildings to see us, but if they did, we were completely exposed. I guess that just added to the excitement because by the time I had my pants off I was hard and fully erect waiting for her.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“So you’ve said. Now it’s time to find out if it’s true.” She placed a foot on my chest and pushed me down. I could smell her arousal on the night air. As soon as I was supine, she straddled me and lowered herself to me. Her pussy, wet and hot, touched the tip of my penis. It was the only point of contact between us and I trembled, focusing all my attention on that tiny intimate connection. Rose put her hands on my shoulders and settled down on me with what could only be described as a purr. Her eyes were closed against the moonlight. Still, she caught my hands as I reached for her breasts and pushed them above my head. I was lost as she scraped her hardened nipples against my chest.
“At last,” she whispered. “At last you are mine.”
And I was hers. She controlled the speed, the depth. She controlled my passion and I surrendered to her. My Rose. The precious flower of my garden surrounded me and loved me until I was only hers. The weekend was not so tedious after all.
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