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 Tenderloin Tales: Sally's Slap in the Face

   California Dreamer (C) 2001, 2002 all rights reserved.



   Gavin, our fun loving San Francisco boy, accepts a slap in the face from
a sweet young thing.



   San Francisco, city of my birth, must be just about the best damn place
in the whole world for a single guy.  Not just because there are more women
than men, but because it's a faery city as well as a city of fairies.  From
any vista point, you might feel you were overlooking a silvered, shimmering
Oz.





   "Mornin' Sally.  How you doin' this beautiful day?"

   "Good morning to you, Gavin.  I'm doin' okay."

   The tall blond hid a large yawn behind long, red tipped fingers.

   "Are we keeping you up, beautiful?" I teased.

   "Late party last night.  Low fat Latte?"

   "As always." I eyed her slim hips as she turned to the Espresso machine.
You could keep me up all night, you pretty thing.  Just wrap those long
legs around my neck and hang on.  I almost chided myself for thinking lewd
thoughts about this warm hearted young woman.  Almost.

   "Who was that big New York Jewish woman with you the other night?"

   I didn't remember seeing Sally in my favorite Potrero Hill coffee stop,
the Daily Scoop.

   "A friend who was house guesting for a few days.  She's thinking about
immigrating.  How did you know she's New York Jewish?"

   "I recognize the style."

   I almost couldn't hear her words over the machine's steam blast.

   "And she has that nose made famous by Striesand."

   Could only nod acceptance.

   Sally turned to slide the tall Latte glass across the counter.

   "You're a slut," she stated softly, grinning, her eyes sparkling.

   "What?" I almost shouted, feeling a flash of horrific.  If she'd stuck a
finger in my eye, I couldn't have felt more pain.  "I am not!"

   Sally's steady grin held firm, despite my forceful denial.

   "Every Saturday night, you're in here with a different woman.  You are
definitely a slut." She tried to quell her grin, forcing her full, wide
lips into a puckered half frown.

   My mouth hung open as I tried to find the words to deny, to explain, to
mask the awful embarrassment of truth.

   "You're cute when you blush," she noted, almost an aside.  "I've seen
you in action.  You're a smooth talker, could prob'ley sell freezers to
Inuits."

   She plucked dollar bills from my numb fingers.

   She gave her smile to the next person in the queue as I turned away,
feeling confused.

   Burying myself in the Sunday Chronical didn't work.  Rambling thoughts
confounded me.

   Yes, I like women, and they like me.  I've known more than a few, but to
be called a slut hurt.  I felt diminished by the cruel label, and didn't
like it one little bit.  What the hell's wrong with a little recreational
sex?  Or a lot of recreational sex?  I decided to accept the title, to not
feel demeaned by it.

   "Hey, din't mean to hurt your feelin's, guy."

   Sally slumped into the chair opposite, a hint of worry in her pretty
blues, dark circles under her eyes.

   "No, you just..." I looked closely at her slightly reddened eyes.  "Got
me stuck in a loop.  You look..." I almost said 'terrible', but closed my
yap in time.

   "Had a 'disagreement' with my boy friend last night.  We stayed up most
all night after the party trying to talk it out, but..." she sighed
heavily, dropping her eyes to her hands, her shoulders slumping.

   "Tell me about it.  I'm a good listener too." I grinned at her.

   Sally made a small sound as if to reject the offer.  After a moment, her
eyes peeped up through pale yellow bangs.

   She shrugged, clearly emoting 'nothing to lose'.

   "Brian's a guy's guy.  He's a good salesman, makes lotsa money, likes to
hang with his buds after work, shooting hoops, drinking beer.  Then he
comes to my place and 'bops me a good one'." She snorted softly, shaking
her head.  "His words."

   Sally sat taller in her chair, pulling her shoulders hard back for a few
seconds, finally making eye contact with me.  My eyeballs strained not to
stare at her modest breasts.

   "Then he wants me to fix him breakfast, and make like nice little
wifey." Her eyes tightened.  "He doesn't care I've my own agenda."

   "So you butter both sides of his toast.  What's on your agenda, Sally?"
I asked her softly.

   "I want to get married, to finish my degree, then make some babies." She
tilted her head slightly, frowning.  "That's not too far out, is it?"

   "Sounds okay to me," I shrugged.  I felt like picking her up in my arms,
and carrying her to a warm safe place.  "What's his problem, do you think?"

   "He's thirty, says he doesn't want to get serious yet.  He wants me to
live with him, but doesn't want to get married for a few years.  I'm sorta
conservative, you know?  I grew up in a small town that Norman Rockwell
coulda sued for copyright infringement."

   Laughing, I asked, "But you're sleeping with him, so you can't be that
conservative."

   "Should have said conventional.  There's not much to do in a small town,
so..." She grinned lewdly.  "Most of us started, um, having sex pretty
early." She burbled a big sigh through fluttering lips.  "He's really a
nice guy, and, when he turns it on, could charm the socks off a nudist."

   We shared a small laugh.

   "Thanks, Gavin.  You made me feel better." She put a quick friendly
smile on, reaching over to squeeze my arm.  "Back to work," she said,
standing.

   "Give me your phone number, Sal.  I'll call you later." I brought out my
pen and poised it over a napkin.

   "What for?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

   "I'll ask a friend how she handled her Peter Pan, and will gladly share
it with you."

   "Oh, cool." She gave me her number, no longer guarded.

   For the next while, my eyes were either on the Sunday paper or on her.
She shared her warmth and friendly smile with each customer, though not
with her usual energy.  Damn, she's such a pretty one, I thought several
times, trying to quash a tingle of lust, and not succeeding.  Not
succeeding at all.

   --------

   That afternoon I called her, expecting to leave a message on her
recorder, but she picked up.

   "Hello," she answered softly.  I could sense tears from the tone of her
voice.

   "Hi Sally, It's Gavin.  I didn't expect to catch you.  My friend is
unreachable this week, so I'll have to get back to you next week or so."

   "Don't bother, Gavin.  I outlined my issues again and he split."

   "I'm sorry to hear that." Like hell I was.  "You okay?"

   "No, I'm not.  I feel like shit.  Like a dog turd, squished on the
sidewalk."

   I listened to her snuffle for a moment.

   "May I help you, Sally?  What's your address, I'll come and take you to
a beautiful place to contemplate your universe."

   "I'd love to, Gavin, but I'm a mess.  Maybe some other day.  Okay?  I
just want to crawl into bed and pull the covers up over my head."

   "Just give me an hour." I tried not to sound too pleading.  "Please.  I
can guarantee you'll feel better."

   --------

   Miracle's do happen.  I picked her up in front of her flat, short blocks
down the hill from mine.  She was sitting on the narrow granite stairway
with her cheek on her knees, her straight hair a cascade of shimmering gold
down to her ankles.  When she heard my car, she unwrapped her arms from
around her legs as she twisted her head to look up.

   When I waved, she made a weak smile and stood; long slim legs and torso
slowly unfolding.  She'd changed from tight jeans to a knee length, dark
skirt and white blouse.  She looked simply California Blonde Beautiful,
even if her slouch marred the effect.

   I leaned to open the car door for her.  She tossed a ski jacket into the
back seat before swiveling her butt into the leather bucket seat, flashing
a long, slim bare leg.

   I had to gulp and swallow, my mouth suddenly flooding with saliva.  "Be
cool.  Be cool.  Be cool," I subvocalized.  I could feel the rush she
elicited flush my cheeks.

   "Where are you taking me, Gavin."

   "There's a park just off Upper Market.  The view is terrific, and it's
very tranquil."

   We rode in silence.  She glanced at me several times, but I didn't
respond until she didn't drop her eyes for almost half a minute.

   "Why are you studying me, Sal?" I gave her a quick look.  From her
expression, I gathered that she was evaluating my worth, my value to her in
this painful hour.  I felt a tingle of goose bumps down my neck.

   "You're too nice," she said, her voice flat.  "You say too many nice
things.  Why?" she probed.

   "Mm," I stalled, exaggerating a shrug.  I glanced at her face again to
find an amused gleam in her eyes.

   "When I called you a slut, I thought your face was going to fall off."
She laughed softly for a moment, as if delighted by the memory.  "I'm
sorry. I really didn't expect your reaction."

   "I've come to terms with it, don't worry.  In fact, I kinda like it,
even if it's not really true."

   "Liar!" she said with a soft chuckle

   "I can talk, listen pretty good, whatever.  Women like me, maybe 'cause
it's obvious I like them." I shrugged again.  "I really can't stand the
company of most men." I thought about that for a moment.  "Except some of
the gay guys."

   "You like gay guys?" She seemed surprised.  "You're not..."

   "No," I drawled, interrupting her.  "There are just so many with a
delightfully wicked sense of humour.  What's to not like?  You can't be
comfortable in this town if you're homophobic." I held my breath, trying to
feel out her reaction.  "Or judgemental."

   "Mm," she seemed to agree, nodding her head, the afternoon light
shimmering in her long, straight yellow hair.

   We rode in silence up Market Street.  An oncoming yellow and green, turn
of the century trolley car clattered past, its brakes squealing.  Most
riders seemed tucked into their own thoughts, except for the few grinning,
head on a swivel, tourists.

   "Where you from, Sal?  Originally."

   "A little town near Mount Shasta.  Ever been there?" She seemed
distracted, not really interested in my answer.

   "Close.  I've been to Crater Lake.  Great skiing."

   I watched her eyes track a handsome young gay couple, striding along
with their hands in each others back pockets, each smiling warmly into the
other's face.  I wondered if they were really as carefree as they appeared.

   "How do you know when," she said in a soft voice, "um, if you love
somebody?" She turned her head slightly away.  "Not just like them a lot?"

   I had to think for a long minute, distracted by the fairly dense
traffic.

   "How about when you're not thinking with your gonads." I grinned at her.
"Or your insecurities.  That's a start anyway.  Do women think with their
gonads?" I queried, feeling my brow furrow.

   "Sometimes," she sighed long, turning her face to the side, as if bored
with the topic now.

   I left her to her thoughts while negotiating the turn off Market Street.
The street before us was steep and twisting, narrow, congested with parked
cars.

   "What do you want?  What do you look for in a man?"

   "Mmm," she hummed, "sense of humour, sweetness..." She took a deep
breath.  "Selfconfidence 'cause it makes me feel safe." She tsked, as if
annoyed.  "Comfortable, I mean."

   I steered the car around the last curve into a parking lot.

   "Here we are.  Be prepared, this is about the most beautiful open air
view the city has to offer." I drove behind the building, a community rec
center, and parked facing north.

   "Shit," she breathed, "this is about as pretty as it gets." She twisted
around to look over her shoulder.  "Can almost see from the San Mateo
bridge to the Golden Gate."

   "Let's walk.  From the top of the hill you can see most of the city."

   --------

   Sally sat quietly on my blanket, not focused, but looking in the general
direction of Marin county, very much inside of herself.

   "I think I did the right thing," she said, almost to herself, her lips
pinching tightly together, nodding her head, satisfied with her choice.

   "Tea?" I asked.  She didn't respond.

   I poured tea into two mugs, and held one out to her, resting my forearm
on her bare knee.  She took the mug in both hands, held it up to her lips,
breathing in the steam.

   "Smells spicy," she said with more strength, straightening her back,
pulling her shoulders back.

   "I'm going to miss him," she said, turning to look me full face for the
first time in a long while.  "Not for too long, but..."

   I waited for her to finish her thought, then realized she wouldn't.

   "Why?"

   "Mmm, sex, I guess.  He was a pretty good bopper." She paused for a long
moment, a small smile playing over her lips." I wish he'd been better
company, though.  And, he kept demanding I suck him and swallow.  I can't
do that." She dropped her head.  "Seems like I was only good for bed and
breakfast."

   "I think I saw the two of you, maybe three, maybe four times.  He seemed
rather full of himself, rather self centered."

   "Rather New York." Her eyes flashed a sad smile as she sipped her tea.

   "Yeah, that was obvious.  How did you feel about him?" I scooted closer
to her, close enough to enjoy her faint perfume.  "Early on, I mean." I lay
beside her, propping my head on a bent arm.

   Sally shrugged, sipped her tea, stared at the Marin headlands before
speaking.

   "I'd only been in town a few weeks when I met him.  He came up to me in
the Scoop and asked for a cheese puff." Her head fell forward, her chin
almost on her chest.  After a moment she lifted her head and took a deep
breath, a glint of tears in her eyes.

   "He said, in such a sweet voice, 'What are you doing tonight, pretty
girl?'" She laughed softly, shaking her head.  "Such a simple line, but he
spoke to me as if we were friends, as if he knew me, had known me for
years." She shook her head again, her long silky hair waving as if puffed
by a gentle breeze.

   "I felt suddenly bold.  I'd been so intimidated by this town, maybe I
still am, but I said I'd no plans.  Did he have any suggestions?"

   I watched her pretty face change from softness to pain, her eyes
scrunched tight, her lips clenching as she fought back tears.  In a blink,
I had her in my arms, holding her tight to me.  Her arms clutched around my
waist and shoulder as she pressed her face to my chest, muffling wracking
sobs.

   I held her, rocked her, pressed my lips to her neck, trying to suck out
her pain as if she'd been snake bit.  Her sobs slowly changed to occasional
snuffles.  She sat up and fumbled a tissue from her jacket pocket.

   "Sorry I'm such a mess," she whined, blowing her nose.

   "You look very beautiful to me."

   She gave me a 'Yeah, right!' look, stuffing the tissue back into the
pocket.

   With a big sigh, she arched her back, throwing her shoulders back,
scanning the park as if she were seeing it for the first time.

   I fumbled in my backpack, pulling out an ocher plastic bottle.

   "Here, take half of one of these." I held out my hand.

   "What is it?" She focused on the pill in my fingers, slightly wary.

   "Quaalude.  A half will take the edge off, but not mess up your head."

   She seemed hesitant, so I pressed it into her hand.

   "Here, take it.  Break it, I'll take half, you take half." I spoke with
a strong voice, not giving her the option of rejecting the offer.

   I tossed the bottle back into my backpack, watching her stare at the
large, white tablet in the palm of her small hand.

   "You sure?"

   "Oh yeah, I'm sure.  Half a 'lude will just smooth you out.  Nothing to
worry about.  You wont be tripping."

   We popped our pills, washing them down with cold tea.

   "More tea," I asked her, dumping my cup.

   "Sure," she said, handing over hers.

   We sat in silence for long comfortable minutes.  She sipped and
occasionally sighed.

   "How long does it take?"

   "Mm?"

   "For the 'lude to kick in?"

   "I've never felt a 'kick in'.  In fifteen minutes or so, I just notice
I'm sort of mellow.  Lasts for a few hours."

   "Mmm," she sighed.

   "What are you studying?"

   "Art," she said, without enthusiasm.  "I want to the teach little ones
to draw and paint, so I guess I'm also working on a teaching credential."
Again a big sigh.  "I have to support myself someway until I'm famous and
rich.  I might as well be a teacher until..."

   "What's your favorite medium?"

   Sally turned her face to mine, staring intently as if to determine the
sincerity of my question.

   "Acrylic, but sometimes watercolor.  Right now, I'm focused on paper and
wire mobiles 'cause it's cheap."

   "Alexander Calder style?"

   She seemed surprised, her eyes held mine as she answered.  "Sort of, not
as stark, more feminine, you know, softer shapes and colors."

   Her head tilted slightly, her bright hair falling across her cheek.  She
tucked it behind an ear.

   "You an artist?" she asked with little confidence.

   "I'm a poet," I lied, feeling so charmed by her, my lust forgotten. 
"Your eyes reflect the sky, so blue.  Azure eyes capturing me.  Let my
fingertips taste your fair, soft cheek."

   "Liar," she exclaimed with a tinkling laugh.  "You're a suit, not a
poet."

   "Ah, yes, but your beauty so inspires." I gave her my most melodramatic
delivery.

   "You stop," she said with that charming tinkling laugh again, leaning to
press her shoulder against my chest.

   I kissed the top of her head, and hugged her tight.  She tilted her face
up, her mouth so ripe for a kiss.  Grinning down at her, I pecked her nose
lightly.  Leaning back, I admired her perfect, slightly pink complexion,
her pale eyebrows, noticing for the first time a small scar.  I traced her
eyebrow with a fingertip, stopping on the scar.

   "Baseball," she said, almost a whisper.  "My mother almost shit kittens,
there was so much blood." Her eyes were blinking about once a second.

   I wondered if she was aware of my thumping heart, I certainly was.  I
traced a fingertip the length of her aquiline nose, across her cheek, her
jaw line, the side of her neck.

   "Sally, you are a work of art," I said, matching her whisper.  I trailed
three fingertips across her collar bone to the hollow below her throat.

   "May I kiss you here?" I stroked that hollow with a gentle finger,
wishing it were my tongue.

   "And here?" I tapped my forefinger down her sternum, pecking my lips
softly with each tap.

   "And here?" I brushed her nipple with a gentle thumb before lightly
cupping her breast.  Sally's cheeks were pinking, her mouth opened
slightly. She made the smallest of head shakes so I slid my palm down and
around to her ribs, feeling her soft warmth.

   "Sorry.  I'm so selfconscious." She gave me a pained look.  "My breasts
are so small."

   "Ah, sweet Sally.  There ain't much meat on your bones, but what there
is, is certainly choice."

   "Cherce," she said with some force and a giggle.  "You said it wrong. 
Tracy said Hepburn was 'cherce'." Her eyes danced.

   "So he did.  So he did," giving her my best W.C.  Fields imitation.

   My sillyness seemed to break her mood.  Her wide smile and dancing eyes
transformed into a serious expression, a questioning near glare.

   "You're coming on to me." She tilted her head slightly.  "Aren't you?"

   "Thought you'd never notice." My grin was not responded to.

   "You just want to get into my panties?" Her tone accused.

   "Not just your panties."

   That twitched her.

   "What does that mean?"

   "Your spirit, your lovely bright spirit so entices me.  I want to share
time with you, close, intimate time."

   She turned her face away, closing her eyes.  After a long moment, she
took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through pursed lips.

   "Too much, too soon." Her voice carried a slight petulant whine.  "And
you're not really an appropriate choice for me." She turned a tight lipped
face up to mine.  "You're too old.  I don't think I could handle a
May-December relationship."

   "Try May-September." My growl harsher than intended.

   She glared, but didn't pull away from my embrace.

   "I'm not asking you to have my children, you know?"

   "What are you asking then?" Another petulant whine.

   "I'm inviting you to get to know me.  I'm inviting you to let me get to
know you.  You're a beautiful woman, and I'm not just talking about how you
look."

   Her face softened a bit, some of the wariness fading from her eyes.

   I pressed on.  "Did you have a nice hour here with me?  You seemed to
enjoy yourself.  I got into your head a little bit, didn't I?" I waited for
a response, got only a small nod.

   "I got you out of your head, didn't I?"

   She just blinked.

   "You were feeling miserable, full of self pity, doubting yourself." I
raised my eyebrows and waited.

   "You gave me drugs and sweet talk and groped my tit." Her eyes danced, a
smile wiggling her lips.  "Is that your standard seduction ploy?  Is that
the way you get all those women into your boudoir, slutty man?"

   "It's simpler than that," I grinned most lasciviously and waited until
she poked me.

   "I just show 'em my dick."

   She made a cute 'don't be a jerk' face.

   "For maybe two hours or so."

   She tried to glare, but couldn't suppress a short bark of a laugh.

   "Truth!"

   "Liar," she burst out, her tinkling laughter charmed.

   "How 'bout a date?  Will you come with me..." I paused, trying to think
of an event she'd find amusing, distracting.

   Looking ever so mischievous, she asked sweetly, "Is that two separate
invitations?"

   "Could be, but I was thinking the Asian American Theater Company has a
warm up dress rehearsal next Thursday night of 'Once Is Not Enough'.  I'd
love to see that."

   "You are so transparent." She shook her head.  "Once is not enough? 
That's not for real?"

   "On my mother's empty grave.  It's a 'who dunnit'."

   "I'll think on it."

   "Thanks, Sal." I leaned and pecked her forehead.  "I'll pick you up at
six.  We can have dinner at Greens before."





   I called her Wednesday evening.  She answered her phone with a cheery,
if wary, tone.

   "Hi, Sally.  It's me, Gavin.  How you doin', pretty girl?"

   "Glad to hear it.  I called to ask if you'd like to dress fancy tomorrow
night.  We can go casual, but it might be more fun to fancy it up.  What do
you say?'

   "Cocktail dress would be perfect.  Oh, I'm going to dress black, so if
you want to brighten us up, that would be great."

   "Yellow?  Yow, you'll hurt somebody in that color.  Fantastic.  See you
at six."

   --------

   I parked in her driveway, and hurried to ring her bell.  She opened the
door before I could find her button.

   "I'm ready," she sang.

   "Oh, my god, you are, aren't you." Her hair was up, exposing a long slim
neck, her lightly tanned shoulders bare above the low cut bodice of her
pale yellow silk dress.

   I held out my hand, she took it, and gracefully swept through the
doorway.  Her faint perfume subtle at first, but seemed to linger.  She
walked to my car, I floated six inches above the concrete.  I began the
Sally mantra, "Be cool, be cool, be cool."

   The drive to Fort Mason was a blur.  Her melodic voice, tinkling
laughter, kept me all a shiver.

   Greens' organic vegetarian dishes were tasty, but all I wanted was her.
Not just for desert.  I wanted a taste of her ear lobes for starters, and
there were so many tasty tidbits to nibble before the main course.

   "Gavin, you seem distracted.  You okay?" Sally's innocent blue eyes
twinkled.

   "I'm quite fine, Sal.  It's just that you are distractingly beautiful."
I fought to keep my eyes on her face.

   "You like my dress?" She put a coy, little girl expression on, as she
sat taller, arching her back slightly.

   "Sally, that dress is killer." I put my hand over my heart and sighed.
"You are just scrumptious."

   She preened happily, her cheeks pinking slightly.

   "Did you get some sun?  Your shoulders are..."

   "Oh, I have to tell you this.  My girl friend and I went to Baker beach
yesterday." Her eyes gleamed and danced.  "The part up by the Golden Gate
bridge where everyone is naked!" She giggled, and hid flushing cheeks
behind her palms.

   "Oh?  Did you have fun?" I said, waggling my eyebrows.

   "There were three guys who kept staring at us.  One of 'em had a guitar.
He played Classical Gas.  So hot."

   "Him or the music?"

   "Him, of course."

   "So, what did you do?"

   "I felt very brave so I rubbed baby oil on my tits." She laughed,
shaking her head.  "He shuffled his guitar around on his lap.  I think I
gave him a hard on." She hugged herself and shivered.  "He was so cute."

   "Did you talk to him?"

   "No," she groaned.  "His pregnant wife was there." Sally's nose
wrinkled, her mouth twisted.  "He rubbed lotion all over her big belly in
such a loving way," she said with a big sigh.  "It turned me on.  Mega turn
on.  I wanted to run over to him and beg, 'Do me!', 'Put your big hands on
me!'."

   "Guess girls do think with their gonads."

   "Gavin," she reached to squeeze my hand, "I want to go there again. 
Will you come with me?"

   "Me?" I was dumbfounded.

   "Yes, you.  You're the only guy I know that I can trust right now." She
squeezed my hand harder.  "Please.  Please." She tilted her head slightly,
her eyes pleading, smiling large.

   "Well, I guess I could." I tried to hide my eagerness behind patently
false reluctance.

   "Thank you.  You're such a Sweety."

   "Let's go see a play."



   The walk from Greens to the theater was short, too short.  Sally hung on
my arm, her body brushing against me.  Major tingles.

   We took our seats in the small, nearly empty theater.  Sally leaned
close, rubbing shoulders with me, turning a sweet face up to mine.  I
couldn't resist kissing her.  A soft kiss, no tongue.

   "Mmm?" she questioned, when I gently sucked her full lower lip.

   The play went well, the lead actress gave us her soft Japanese
femininity.  In the second act, during one tense scene, Sally gripped my
leg hard.  She seemed very into the play.  The third act was twisted and
dark.  The actress gave us scenes of harsh emotion, her face contorting
with anger and hate.  When the final curtain came down, the actors came out
for their bows, and Sally's enthusiastic standing applause.

   "Wonderful, Gavin.  Thank you for bringing me." She danced and twisted
before wrapping me in a big hug.  "I've never been to a live play before,"
she beamed up at me.  "It's so intimate." I held her, wanting so badly to
taste her sweet mouth again.

   "People, listen up."

   Sally and I turned to find a tall, goateed man on the open stage.  He
raised his arms, and gestured 'gather round', his long dark pony tail
swaying down the back of his black turtleneck.

   "I think the rehearsal went splendidly.  Good job." He smiled around his
group.  "But," he paused to endure their groans.  "We have to pick up the
pacing here and there, especially act two, scene two.  Give it a little
more energy, a little more tension." He scanned the troupe's faces.  "I'll
have my notes ready for all of you tomorrow afternoon.  Now, let's partay.
Where's the champagne?"

   "Do you want to meet him, Sal?  The director?" I whispered in her ear.

   She lifted wide eyes to mine.

   "You know him?" She seemed impressed.

   "We were at Cal about the same time," I shrugged.

   "Oh, let's."

   As we turned, she slipped her arm through mine, and hugged it to her
breast.  Feeling a surge of heat in my belly, I wrapped her up, and held us
tight, belly to belly.  Her eyes sought mine, widening as her grin became
lascivious.  She pressed closer, rolling slim hips against me, mouthing my
ear.

   "You shuuure know how to compliment a girl," she purred.

   I chuckled and squeezed her tighter for a moment.

   "Is it for me, or for that gorgeous actress." She bit my earlobe.

   I jerked my head back to mock glare at her.

   "Both of you," I stated firmly, without expression.  "I'm a slut,
remember?"

   "Tsk," she said, wrinkling her nose as if in disgust, shaking her head,
her eyes dancing.

   "Come on, silly Sally.  You're about to have some fun."



   On stage, the pony tail swung as the tall man waved his arms to
emphasize his exuberant words.  He held a half empty magnum of champagne in
one hand, and a tall paper cup in the other as he danced in front of the
petit star of his play.  He radiated boyish charm, his body language
seductive.

   "Guy, if you have a moment," I half shouted over the din of twenty or so
laughing voices.

   "Gavin," he burst out and spun to face us.  "Hey, old man.  How is your
sorry ass?" He seemed about to step forward, and bear hug me when he
noticed Sally on my arm.

   He stopped, frozen in place, leaning forward to put his face inches from
Sally's.

   "Who is this little peach?" He glanced at me.  "You are an actress?  Oh,
tell me you're an actress," he begged.  His tongue swiped his upper lip as
if he were a happy puppy, about to lick her face.  "I'd love to direct you,
my pretty." Not on a stage, his tone implied,

   "Guy Nakamura," he breathed.  "Tell me your name, pretty little peach,"
he begged as if in pain, holding out his hand.  Sally, a bit wide eyed,
gave him her hand, which he immediately brought to his lips.

   "S, Sally," she stuttered, glancing at me.  "Sally Finnagin."

   "Saaally," he sang softly, his eyelids drooping.  His body shuddered
slightly as if he'd had a small orgasm.  "Lovely name for a beautiful
woman. Those lips, those eyes will break a thousand hearts." He brought her
hand to his chest.  "And mine will be the first."

   "Gav, you reprobate, let me introduce you to the love of my life." He
gestured at the petit woman waiting patiently.  "Annette Fujihara, the most
beautiful star to ever grace these ancient boards.  Annette, this is my
best, greatest buddy, Gavin." He grinned at me.  "I don't remember his
surname," he groaned.  "Those Irish names all sound like mumble to me."

   "Gavin O'Rourke," I said with a grin, and held out my hand.

   "Guy's mentioned you.  I'm pleased to have a face for the outrageous
stories he tells." She smiled, making my heart thump.

   "You have great presence," I told her, feeling awkward, off balance. 
"You are also very beautiful." I clasped her tiny hand in both of mine, and
bent to kiss her fingertips.  "Dozo yoroshiku," I begged.

   "I don't speak Japanese, but I understood that," she smiled, her eyes
wide as if pleased.

   I stared into her eyes, seeing her soul.  The room, the noise, the world
faded to nothing.

   "I want you," I whispered.  She blinked, her smile shrank to a soft,
open, oh so kissable mouth.  I leaned forward to taste her, stopping with a
lurch even as she lifted her chin to accept my approach.

   "Call me," she mouthed, stepping back.  "Call me soon." She turned,
searching the crowd until she found Guy and Sally.  "You'd better rescue
your young lady before Guy has his way with her."

   "That's okay, she needs male attention right now.  She dumped a serious
boy friend last week." I turned to see Guy lean very close to whisper
against Sally's ear.

   "I think he likes her.  What do you think?"

   "She's blond," she grimaced.

   I bent to Annette's pale, pink ear.  "I have to touch you.  I hunger for
a touch of your skin." I palmed a bare, round shoulder.  "Umm, your skin is
like silk, so soft, so warm and smooth."

   She tilted her head back to rest her cheek against mine, her warm breath
tickling my ear.

   "Let's go someplace," she breathed.  "Quickly."

   "Office?" I asked, feeling a rush of heat, a rage of pure lust.

   "No, on stage.  Behind the drop." She tugged hard at my jacket sleeve,
drawing me toward the back, stage right.

   In the dim light, behind the painted canvas drop, her face seemed to
glow.  I wrapped her in my arms just as her arms were reaching for my neck.
Her legs came up and around my waist, my hands found her butt.  Her mouth
ravenous on mine.  All I could hear was panting, hers and mine.  She tasted
of champagne.  She smelled musky; hot, humid musk.  My cock, stone hard,
begged for release.

   "Fuck me.  Fuck me hard," she growled into my ear.  "Fuck in me."

   I leaned her against the cold concrete back wall, feeling the rough
surface scratch my knuckles.  I unzipped and worked my cock out, pressing
against her heated, liquid crotch.

   "Oh," she chirped as I ripped her panties.

   I tried to smear my cock head in her juicy folds, seeking her core.

   "Put it in me," she pleaded.  "Aah, god, you big dicked haole bastard,"
she groaned and shuddered.  "Don't move.  Don't," She sucked air through
clenched teeth, "move." She tilted her head back against the concrete,
panting softly.  "Move just a little now.  Go easy."

   "You okay?  We can stop." I mumbled, feeling calmer now, fearing I'd
hurt her.  I lifted her slightly.

   "Don't you fucking stop fucking now," she cried, her hands clutching my
shoulders.  "Just give me a bit." She panted through her clenched teeth. 
"I've never felt so stretched."

   "Want some company?"

   I turned my head to see Guy and Sally watching us.

   "Just like old times, buddy?" I grinned.

   "Yeah," he purred, turning to Sally.  "C'mere, baby.  Put your back up
against the wall.  I'm gonna eat 'til you scream."

   "Hunh?" Sally seemed a bit dazed as Guy spun her against the wall."

   He bent and lifted her skirt.

   "Hold your dress up," he said gruffly, dropping to his knees.

   "Baby, your skin is so smooth." He slid palms slowly up her slim thighs
then back down, taking her panties to her ankles.

   "Step out," he commanded, his voice harsh with lust.  He groped at my
hip, stuffing Sally's panties into my pocket.

   "C'mere, you sweet little mango." He buried his face in Sally's crotch,
moaning.  Sally gnawed a knuckle, thrusting her hips into his face.

   "Remember me, Gavin?" Annette purred.  Her lips mashed into mine.  She
tried to fuck my mouth with her tongue.  "It's been so long since..." She
sucked in air.  "I've been full of dirty white boy."

   I began moving her up and down my pole, not going as deeply as I wanted.

   "This is soo hot," she groaned against my mouth.  Her thighs clenched
around my waist.  I felt a hand slide down my arm.  I knew it was Sally's.
Her hand found my wrist, her fingers gripping hard.  I twisted my mouth
away to find Sally's pleading face in the dim light.

   "I'm so close.  Kiss me," she mouthed, tilting her head.

   I got my mouth on hers to stick my tongue in, as deeply as possible. 
Sally sucked my tongue hard and licked, mimicking Guy's action on her clit.
I felt her tense, heard her grunt, and pulled my mouth away.

   "Yesss.  Oh, god, yesss." Sally's cry rang out.  The stage space
momentarily quiet until a titter came through the drop.  Then someone
started to clap hands, then all joined in.

   "Author.  Author," a woman's shrill voice cried out.

   Guy pulled away from Sally, a knee popped as he stood.  He kissed her
flushed cheek.

   "You have such a pretty peach," he stated, loud enough carry to the
invisible audience, bringing another titter.

   "We seem to have lost it," Annette mumbled in my ear.  "Let's go
someplace, and ..."

   I stopped her with a kiss.

   "Good idea.  This is starting to hurt my back."

   I kissed her again, long and soft.

   "Hey, Gav.  How's your hot tub?" Guy asked.

   "Perfect idea," I said, carefully dismounting Annette.  I held her close
for a moment.  She tilted her head back, and grabbed my hair in one hand
and my dick in the other.  She pulled my face down, kissed me hard.

   I heard Guy chuckle.  "She's always so hot for it after the last
curtain."

   --------

   "I think you set me up, Gavin." Sally said, sitting half twisted,
leaning against the car door, studying me with amused detachment, as if I
were a Lady Bug crawling up her arm.

   "You do?" I said with mock surprise, giving her a most innocent face. 
"Well, I did sort of forewarn you."

   She narrowed her eyes and wrinkled her nose.  "I'm not complaining. 
He's very charming and..."

   "Has an ego out to here," I finished for her.  "You like him?"

   "Of course, migod, he's a whirlwind.  I've never met anyone like him in
my life."

   "Compared to your ex, who isn't?" I laughed.

   She held her gaze steady on mine for a moment, as if considering her
next words.

   "Is he your slut buddy?" She snorted a quiet laugh, her eyes sliding
away as if embarrassed.

   "Mm?  Our circles overlap somewhat, sometimes."

   "Tell me about him.  Tell me about you, too.  You know, I just realized
I know nothing about you." She leaned forward to squeeze my arm.

   "Sure you do.  You know I talk nice too much, that I'm a slut.  Now you
know I do nice things for people." I glanced at her quickly.  "Sometimes,
anyway."

   "So, you think you're gonna do something nice for me?  I can't believe
you can be so..." she hesitated, pursing her lips.

   "Amicus humani." I provided.

   "Friend of..." She thrust her face forward, staring at me.  "Humanity?"
she said, and chuckled softly.

   "It has it's rewards," I said, in a soft flat voice.

   I heard her inhale deeply, and twist to face forward to stare out the
windshield.

   "Here they come," she said, excitement burbling in her voice.

   Guy and Annette were walking toward us, arm in arm, chatting.  Guy, as
usual, very animated, gesturing widely with his free arm.  Annette, her
gestures more delicate, smiled up into his face.  She had changed into
tight black jeans and white turtle neck under a puffy blue ski jacket.

   I started the car engine and buttoned my window down.  Guy bent to stick
his face in mine.

   "I'll follow you, Gav.  Drive safely, please." He gave Sally a
meaningful look.  "Don't bruise that plum."

   As we left the parking lot, Sally commented dryly.  "He's sure into
fruit."

   "Not to my knowledge," I laughed.

   She stuck her tongue out at me.

   --------

   Annette and Sally stood, shoulder to shoulder, in front of the living
room glass wall, scanning the view.  The Bay Bridge suspension span lights
curved delicately, tiny in the distance.  The City sparkled below, a
sprinkle of diamonds on black velvet.

   "Beautiful, isn't it," Annette murmured and sighed.  "I wish I could
afford a place like this."

   "Me, too," Sally agreed.

   "Wine, anyone?" I asked pleasantly.  "Red, white or champagne?"

   "Champagne for me," Guy said, walking up to the two women, laying an arm
across each shoulder, smiling broadly down into each face in turn.  Sally,
in heels, a half head shorter.  Annette, in flats, came up to his shoulder.


   "White, please," Annette said in her melodious voice, patting Guy's back
and turning to me, smiling.  "Champagne goes to my head too quickly, makes
me do silly things."

   "Well then, let's toast first." I waved the champagne bottle at her.

   She dipped under Guy's arm and walked slowly across the room, her body
swaying slightly.

   "You don't need to get me silly."

   I just nodded, at full stop, admiring her classically beautiful face as
I worked the plastic cork with my thumbs, hidden by a kitchen towel.

   "How did you meet Guy at UC," she asked, her eyes locked on mine.

   "He was ramping up to produce an Indi film.  Came to me for some free
financial advice." The cork popped softly into the towel.  I put the black
bottle into the ice bucket and spun it.

   "I was doing a rocket science MBA at Haas."

   Her eyebrows lifted.

   "Berkeley B school.  Financial engineering, emphasizing the metrics." I
grinned at her.  "I'm a bean counter, a digit head." I gave her an
exaggerated look of apology.  "And you?"

   "At the audition, two months ago."

   "And now you're the love of his life," I stated.

   "That's what he claims, but..." She gestured with her chin to Guy and
Sally at the window and then shrugged.  "He's like a prowling tomcat.  I
leave the door open, and he comes back home." She chuckled.  "A little
chewed on sometimes." Her face took on a serious expression.  "How'd you
meet Sally?  She seems awfully young for you."

   "I befriended a stray kitten, to continue your analogy.  She's doing her
first year at the Art Academy, fresh off the mountain."

   "She is beautiful, very fresh, very appealing." Annette's eyes smiled
softly.  "Very vulnerable."

   "She dumped a clod last week.  You know the type, a sweet talking,
Neanderthal hoop shooter."

   "So girl dumps boy?"

   "True."

   "And the man rebounds."

   "Right again." I smiled at her quick uptake.

   "And the man is a team player?  He shares the ball?"

   "Obviously." I turn to carefully study Annette's serious face.

   "I think I'll have a Champagne." Her smile flickered under hooded eyes.
"I feel adventurous tonight."

   "So, do you and Guy live together?"

   "Mm, same house, but I'm really just renting a room.  We aren't a pair
so much as close friends." She grinned.  "Very close."

   She pressed her belly against my hip, straddling my leg with hers,
hunching forward.

   "Maybe you and I will be very close.  I'm looking forward to getting to
know you." Her lips parted slightly, her eyes flashed.  "Mm?  We have some
unfinished business."

   "So do they."

   I gestured towards the pair at the window.

   Sally stood facing Guy, fingers to her cheek, leaning forward slightly,
a palm on his chest.  Guy, leaning forward, his face very animated, eyes
flashing, smiling large, his soft words barely audible across the room.

   His hand drifted up to her cheek, almost absentmindedly.  Guy kissed
her. A gentle lingering kiss.  She moaned softly, pressing closer, belly to
belly.  Her arms came up around his neck.  Guy's free hand came around,
sliding slowly up her back, fingers searching.  I clearly heard the long,
soft purr as he drew the zipper down to her buttocks.

   "Mmmm," Sally moaned when his palm slid down her bare back into her
dress, massaging her butt cheek.

   Her arms came up, she palmed his head, sucking his mouth until Guy
pulled his head back.

   "Let me see," he begged.

   Sally stepped back, folding her hands as if in prayer against her chest.
Guy lifted spaghetti straps from her flushed skin, drawing them slowly over
softly rounded shoulders.  Stepping back, no longer smiling, his eyes
locked on Sally's, his mouth slightly open.  He raised his hands, palms
together, an unconcious prayer to the goddess of feminine beauty.

   Sally opened, spreading her arms wide as if crucified.  She smiled, her
cheeks pinking even more.  Slowly she lowered her arms, her pale dress
slipping down to her flat belly.  Guy's sharp intake of air, loud in the
quiet room.

   Annette and I watched in silence, aware of our thumping hearts.  She
clutched my arm hard.  I winced.  Sally's small breasts, in profile,
slightly pear shaped, upturned pink nipples puffy with her excitement.

   I heard Annette suck air slowly, letting it out with a soft sigh.

   I pressed the stone in my pants hard to her belly as Guy reached out
trembling fingertips to stroke the side of Sally's breast.  She turned
slightly to press against his fingers, letting her arms drop to her sides.
The pale yellow silk whispered to a puddle around her ankles.  She stepped
out of her heels, reaching for his face.  They came together with a thump,
mouths devouring, arms clutching, fingers gripping, both growling through
their noses.

   "She's so fucking hot," Annette moaned against my chest.

   "Mmm," I grunted softly, rubbing my dick against her, trying to
reposition it where it wouldn't bind.  Finally I gave up and thrust my hand
into my pocket to fix the problem.

   "Take it out," Annette said, her voice husky with her own heat.  "Get
your cock out where I can play with it." She arched away from me, giving me
room to unzip and fish.  She had it in her grip before I had it half out,
squeezing hard and stroking.

   Sally was tearing at Guy's turtleneck, try to rip it out of his pants.
He was trying to shove tight jeans down off his ass.  She gave up, grabbed
his cock and pulled him towards the couch as he stripped the turtleneck
off. He, hobbled by the jeans sliding to his ankles, made awkward penguin
steps.  Sally fell back onto the couch, her legs spread.

   "Eat me again, fucker," she demanded, pulling her knees to her arm pits,
flashing pale pubes and pink lips.

   The girl is hot.  I felt a flash of worry for my leather upholstery.

   "Sit," Annette commanded, pointing to a wooden chair.  I devined her
intent and dropped my slacks.  She stripped her turtleneck, carefully
pulling her long dark hair through.  I kicked off my loafers and dropped
into the chair, kicking my pants off.  Annette wiggled, forcing her jeans
down to her hips.  She put a hand on my shoulder and stripped one leg off.

   "Hold your cock up," she demanded mounting my lap, facing Guy and Sally,
bending slightly until I'd centered my cock.  She sat slowly, easing
herself onto me.  Slowly, very slowly, wincing, she impaled herself.

   "Love that fat cock of yours," she moaned, rocking her hips.  I felt
busy fingers on her clit.

   "He shuure knows how to suck pussy," Annette hissed.

   Guy's face twisted and turned on Sally's shining cunt.  He lapped and
rocked, sucked and twisted.  Sally had his pony tail in one hand and a
nipple in the other, pulling and pinching.

   Sally was headed downtown on the express bus; make that a runaway bus.
Her cries rose in pitch and tempo.  Her back arched as Guy tongue lashed
her clit.  He pistoned two fingers into her.

   "Gonna come," she groaned.  "Gonna..." Her voice rose, a high pitched
cry exploded from her body.  She flopped on the couch like a beached fish,
then fell limp.  Guy was on her and in her in half a breath.  His hips
plunging, his ass clenching under Sally's clutching fingers.  Her cries
rising again as Guy humped like a crazed animal.

   I worried the neighbors would 911 for paramedics and police.  Someone
was obviously dying a painful death.

   As Guy sang his song of orgasm, Annette's cunt tube clenched.  She
banged her head back against my shoulder and cried out her own song.

   Guy collapsed onto Sally.  Annette disimpaled herself and ran to his
side, jeans flapping around her ankle.

   "Get off her, Guy," She demanded, pulling at his hip, rolling his body
to the rug.

   She fell to her knees, thrusting her face into Sally's sopping crotch.
She lapped and sucked the poor girls battered cunt, humming and frigging
her own.

   I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, stripping it off as Sally's voice cried
out, louder with each second.  I pulled my socks off, and stood.  My cock
waving as I walked to stand behind Annette.

   I studied Sally's contorting face, her eyes clenching, her lips pulled
back over clenched teeth.  Strands of pale hair stuck to her forehead and
cheeks.  Droplets of sweat glistened between her breasts.

   "Hunh, hunh," she panted.  too weak to vocalize.

   Annette squealed and shuddered, rolling to the floor to lay panting and
trembling on her side, both hands shoved, stiff armed, between her legs.

   I stepped over her and dropped to my knees between Sally's trembling,
sweat sticky thighs.  I watched her face as I smeared my cock in her
juices. Her eyelids fluttered, her head rolled back and forth.  I pushed
slowly into her tightness.

   "Oh, migod.  Oh, migod," she chanted.

   Ever so slowly I stroked into her until she took everything I had to
offer.

   Her eyelids fluttered open, she shook her head.

   "No more.  My god, no more."

   Pulling her legs down, and I lifted mine over hers, straddling her
thighs.

   I leaned down onto her, letting my chest scrub her engorged nipples.

   "Mmm," she moaned, shivering.

   I slid a hand under her shoulder blades, gripping her slim neck, bracing
my other hand on the cushion, slowly moving in and out of her, gently
stroking, keeping my weight light on her chest, just enough to scrape her
nipples in my chest hair.

   Sally stared up into my face, her bright eyes dancing.

   "You slut bastard," she whispered.  "Slut bastard, fucking me with his
fat cock."

   "Yeah, you knew I'd get into your panties, little girl.  You like this?
You like my cock in you?  You made the 'A' list, little peach.  Can you
handle it?" I ground slowly in and out, pressuring her clit with the top of
my cock.  "Or are you going to run back to your little bopper?"

   Sally's eyes fluttered, her mouth opening, but no sound escaped except
her slightly panting breath.  The sparkle left her eyes, her lips curled
into a snarl.

   "Gimme your cock, I wanna suck it.  I wanna suck you off and eat your
jiz," she said, her eyes flaring, smiling through her snarl.

   Annette's whimper distracted us.  We turned our heads to see them
wrapped together on the floor, kissing tenderly.  Guy's ass pumped slowly,
stroking in and out of Annette, as if he had all the time in the world. 
Her ankles were locked over his butt, her hands sliding slowly around on
his back.

   "God, he fucked me, now he's making love to her." Her face flinched, a
little flash of pain.

   "I fucked her too.  You were busy and didn't notice."

   The taut cords in her neck pulled my lips to her skin.  I kissed and
sucked her pink flesh, reveling in the silkiness against my lips.

   "Oh," she sighed softly, her lips nibbled my ear.

   "Kiss me, Gavin," she whispered.

   I pressed soft lips to hers, smearing gently, licking her lower lip. 
Her full lips opened slightly, we pressed together.

   "Mmm," she moaned.  "Mm, mm, mm," she laughed softly into my mouth, her
arms coming up, wrapping around my neck.  She hugged tight for a moment
then curled long fingers in my hair, lifting my face away from hers.

   Her soft, sweet smile warmed me.  I felt an up welling of tenderness for
this golden child woman.

   "I get it." She pursed her lips, nodding her head slightly.  "I
understand," she said with finality.

   I smiled at her.

   "Altruism has its rewards," she chuckled.  "Only when properly balanced
with selfishness."

   Whimpers and groans from the floor distracted.  The little scene on the
floor was coming close to its final curtain.  Annette's face, distorted, a
rictus of pain, pressed against Guy's shoulder, her arms clenching his
torso as he stroked fast and hard into her.

   "Aaah," she cried out.  "Guy, Guy, Gaiiii," she shrilled, her body
convulsed and collapsed as Guy strained into her.  "Anneeee," he groaned.
His hips flexed once, then again.  "Ung," he groaned.  "Mmm," he sighed.

   "Get off me, Gavin." Sally pushed at my shoulders.  "I've a little
favour to return."

   I pushed myself to my feet, and held out hands to her.  She took them
and pulled herself up to sit, staring at my erect cock.

   "Two hours, right?" She looked up, wide eyed, eyebrows high.  "I'm gonna
hold you to that."

   I just nodded and grinned, pulling her up into my arms.

   "Go get it, sweet peach.  I'll be right behind you".

   A wary look filled Sally's eyes.  She opened mouth, but I cut her off.

   "I want to fuck her again." I smiled softly, shrugging at her quickly
lifted eyebrows.  "She likes my dick."

   "Who doesn't?  Who wouldn't?  You're a walking dildo."

   I gave her a look.

   "A very human walking dildo," she said, her eyes softening.  She stroked
my cheek with gentle fingertips.

   She pulled free, turned and put a foot on Guy's hip, rocking his body.

   "Get off her, man.  She's mine now."

   Guy groaned, kissed Annette's neck and rolled away, flopping onto his
back.  Sally dropped to her belly, spread Annette's legs with a rude shove
and buried her face in her matted black fur patch.

   "Suck my cunt, fuckin' blond bitch."

   Seems Annette has a thing with blonds.

   "You get your jollies real good, sucking your man's come outa my cunt,
wahine bitch?

   Seems Sally takes no shit.

   "Yeah, you're not good enough for it, country girl."

   Seems Annette can dish it out.

   "Ung," Annette grunted, clutching at Guy's arm, her belly spasming.

   Seems Sally was winning the war of tongues.

   Time to get in on the action.  I dropped to hands and knees and skewered
Sally, sliding easily into her.  Seems the oral, so to speak, exchange had
juiced her up pretty well.  She was very slick, very hot.  Her firm ass
cheeks a delight against my belly.  When I pushed in, she opened, letting
me sink to my balls.

   "God, Sally, your ass is so fine," I groaned into her ear.

   "Ung," said Annette, but muffled.  Guy was kissing her mouth, pinching
her nipple.  She had one fist in Sally's hair, the other in Guy's, her body
trembling, tensing.

   With my face next to Sally's, I had a close up of her work.  Her lips
tight around Annette's flesh, her cheeks hollowing and puffing as she mouth
fucked her clit.

   "Come, baby.  Come for me.  Show us all you got." Guy's voice loud
against Annette's cries.

   "Commmmmminngg," she cried.

   Seems the wahine takes direction.

   Annette's body surged with her pleasure, crunching her into a half
circle, her face distorted as if in pain, as if hot irons were stroking her
skin.  We all shared her pleasure, Sally's cunt twitched then clamped
around me.  I held still, letting her enjoy being filled.

   "Ah, yes.  Baby, you do it so fine," Guy murmured into Annette's ear as
he nuzzled her temple.

   Sally reached back and patted my ass.

   "Get off me, Gavin," she said softly.

   I got off her, rising to my knees.

   Sally crawled up Annette's body, kissing up her belly, licking a nipple,
pecking a collar bone.

   "You suck pretty good," she mumbled against Annette's lips, "for a
wahine girl."

   "You're not so bad yourself," Annette mumbled back, bringing her hands
to Sally's face to pull her into a soft kiss.

   A study in contrasts.  Sally, long and flushed pink; Annette, shorter
and flushed, slightly olive.  Pale hair against black.  Self contained,
controlled Asian against out there, free flying Caucasian.

   Guy swung his face slowly to mine.  He narrowed his eyes, giving me a
speculative look.  His goatee waggled as his lips pursed.

   "Don't go there, Guy.  Not interested," I teased.

   He barked a short laugh.

   "You brought Sally to the play knowing my 'inclinations'?"

   I nodded.

   "Thanks.  'Preciate," he grinned.  "She is quite a woman."

   "So's Annette."

   Guy's turn to nod, but his eyes flinched.

   "We be very lucky." He squeezed Sally's shoulder.  "Two fine women
here." He stroked Annette's cheek with gentle fingertips.  "The goddess of
love has been very, very kind to us, my man." He flashed a quick grin.

   Sally rolled to her side, taking Annette with her, Annette slowly
sliding a leg up and over Sally's waist.

   "We're all lucky," she said, hugging Sally, a quick squeeze.

   "Yeah." Sally hugged back.

   I crawled over the two women's bodies, bringing kisses for their lips.

   "Champagne, anyone?" Guy asked.