Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Copyright 2003 Eclectic Tastes All stories written by Eclectic Tastes are subject to further revision. Also, only those with written (or typed) permission from the author are allowed to post them elsewhere. Any suggestions, comments, or questions can be emailed to eclectictastes_asstr@yahoo.com. Disclaimer: Sometimes, fantasies are just fantasies. Sometimes, they shouldn't be tried anywhere but in the mind. Sometimes, it's illegal to try them elsewhere. Any risky or illegal behavior is not condoned by the author of these stories. In fact, the author is so touchy about some fantasies being brought into reality that really shouldn't be, that he might be the first person to call the cops if you, say, attempted to touch his neice (who's still a child) in a sexual manner. That's not to say that all of Eclectic Tastes stories involve risky behavior, but please use common sense if you ever attempt to re-enact anything in his stories. If you can see the audience of Jerry Springer insulting you for doing something, Mr. Tastes suggest you refrain from doing it. Also, be safe. Condoms, dental dams, spermicide, birth control, abstinence. Those are just a few ways to protect yourself. ====================================== Superhero (MF, romantic, long exposition) ====================================== Men always gave me looks when I was with Sharon. "Way to go" looks. Like I did something so unbelievable to snag her that I must have been on par with Superman or Spiderman or, at the very least, Underdog. Like I was a god. I think if she weren't so intelligent, she would've been a model. But she'd never be happy posing. It wouldn't be fulfilling enough for her. I never particularly liked her. She bored me. But the looks didn't bore me. I liked being a god. I kept getting the same looks from her male colleagues at her Annual Company and Client Holiday Extravaganza, or ACHE in my case. The looks were the only things that kept the party bearable. I wasn't really smart enough to figure out exactly what it is that she did. Or perhaps I was just not interested enough. Whatever it was, it was incredibly dull, so it fit her personality. We sat at a table with Jack. He was vaguely entertaining, so I was happy to sit at his table. He speaks before he thinks and he's incredibly clumsy. I thought that he might have been on the janitorial staff or one of those guys they must hole up in little rooms for data entry or computation of figures or some such thing. They couldn't possibly trust him to deal with the customers. However, Jack was proving to be very thoughtful and careful about what he said and did that night. So I scanned the room for Sharon. She was talking to an elderly Japanese gentleman who happened to be staring at her tits rather than listening. Good luck to him, I thought. Maybe he'll be able to get further than I have with her. "Sharon's got great jugs." My luck for the night had changed. Jack was getting drunker and was letting loose with derogatory statements about my girlfriend to me. I decided to play with him while I had the chance. "Yeah," I said. "Wanna touch 'em?" "I want to do more than touch them. I want to tap that ass, if you know..." I was staring at Jack, trying to make him uncomfortable by conveying no emotion. He realized that he was saying something wrong. He fumbled with the full champagne glass in his hands and managed to spill scotch on his shoes and the Persian rug below us. He attempted to clean it up and ended up falling off of his chair. I was still bored. So I scanned the room for Sharon once more. I spotted her looking incredibly uncomfortable with an irate woman. The woman's cheeks were glowing red and she seemed quite out-of-breath, her chest heaving between aggravated words. Her breasts rose and fell with each syllable. She had average breasts, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of them. I was so used to the silicone implants of Sharon and her friends that I had almost forgotten how real tits move. She was plumper than most and her stomach seemed to push them up a bit, all the better for me to fixate on them. They were mesmerizing. My eyes traveled further down to her round, full hips that melted into her voluptuous ass. If I have sex with her, I'll bet her hip bone wouldn't leave a bruise on my pelvic bone when she dry-humps me... Maybe I could get further than a dry-hump! But the best thing about this mystery woman was that she was reaming Sharon. Except that Sharon took it as a reason to come bitch to me. "What a fat cow!" she hissed. "Fucking fat bitch doesn't know shit." I put on my game face and asked as fake-frustrated as I could, "Who is she?" "A client. She says I fucked something up but I so did not. What the fuck would an ugly fuck like her know anyway, right?" I nodded in fake indignation. Sharon continued to spew into my ear. Things she probably shouldn't have told me though I couldn't care enough to actually listen. I was far to busy watching her irate client make rounds. I was far too busy having a good fantasy fuck with a woman who had more than hair to grab onto. Her hips shook with every step. She would be a blast in bed. "Are you listening to me? Why are you staring at the sow?" "I'm just so mad," I said, dropping a cloth napkin to my crotch in efforts to hide my semi-wood and taking a swig of my whiskey sour. "So...mad!" When Sharon left to make more rounds, I asked Jack what he knew about the woman Sharon was so angry with. I found out that her name was Eliza. She was a very important client because she's loaded and the wealthiest are always the most important. She dated Dendra every once in awhile. Dendra was the chick Sharon avoided ever since Dendra supposedly hit on her by asking to borrow her stapler. "Dendra? So this Eliza is a lesbian, then?" "Dyke-o-rama." Shit. "Never dated a man?" "Nobody with the firm. I have to piss." As Jack stumbled off in the wrong direction to get to the bathroom, I stole another glance at Eliza. *** An hour later, I was standing outside the hotel holding a cigarette. I didn't really smoke, but it was an excuse to...well...excuse myself. So I went outside and lit one so I would smell like it when I got back in. Sharon could wrinkle up her nose like she liked to when she thought she was being cute. She refused to kiss me if she thought I'd been smoking, so she couldn't really discover my awful non-smoker's secret. The cigarette was about half-burnt when the door swung open. Dendra and Eliza fell out of the building. "I hate that woman!" stated Eliza, matter-of-fact. Her voice struck me a little bit south of where it should have, but luckily not to the extent that fantasizing had earlier. My heart beat a little too hard for my liking. I was nervous. The butterflies nauseated me even though she wasn't even talking to me. "She doesn't like me," observed the ever-intuitive Dendra. "Why not? You're likable enough." Eliza poked Dendra in the nose with her index finger. "Jack told me that she thinks I want her." "Do you?" Eliza teased. "I wouldn't say no. But I probably wouldn't say yes to a second coming." "Ha." "If I'm likable enough..." Dendra grabbed Eliza by the handles and pulled her close. "Why won't you move in with me?" "Oh," said Eliza playfully while detaching herself from Dendra's grasp. "You're not likable enough for that." Then her tone suddenly changed. "I can't believe that bitch! She fucked up my account and lost my money yet she continues to insist that it was all my fault. My fault for trusting her with my cash." "Maybe she thinks you..." Dendra stopped short as she saw me standing there, probably with a goofy grin on my face. She was suddenly flustered. "Oh. Hi, Aaron." "How ya doin', Dendra?" I cooed. "Um, Aaron, this is Eliza. Eliza, Aaron. Sharon's boyfriend." "Boy toy," I corrected. Eliza's cheeks went red again, this time from embarrassment. Her eyes shone beneath the red. A bright blue twinkle. Like Mrs. Claus. I always loved that jolly fat guy's wife. "Relax. I didn't just hear you bad-talking Sharon." I didn't think it was possible for her to be redder. "Um...sorry." "For what? I heard nothing. I'm oblivious." I dropped the cigarette and stepped on it. I did not want to go back in though. Especially now that all the pleasant company was outside. "Dendra, would you do me a favor and tell Jack to tell Sharon that I didn't feel well and I've gone home?" I asked. "I can tell her myself..." "Please don't. Or I'll have to hear about it and the stapler-borrowing incident for the next year." "Ha. You drive?" chimed in a rosy-faced Eliza. "She did. I'll grab a cab." "Oh, no need for a cab. My driver's bringing the car around. You'll ride with me." I'm sure it was my turn to blush because I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. "Oh no. That would be a big hassle. I don't want to impose." "Anything for the boyfriend of my favorite person in the world. Come on. My driver is a dipshit and I always kind of dread the ride home with him. You owe me," she said. "How do I owe you?" "Well it's more the whore you're dating who owes me than it is you. She broke my piggy bank. It's my turn to break one of her toys." I looked at her; something like shock must have registered on my face. Perhaps she was interested in men after all. In which case, I would be totally open to being the broken toy. A short limo with tinted windows pulled up in front of us. "I could call you a cab, Aaron." Dendra looked quite jealous. I suppose it wasn't the most pleasing thing in the world for her to be watching the lover she seemed to be serious about hitting on the boyfriend of a woman who treats her like crap. But I couldn't worry about Dendra. It was Eliza I was focusing on. Besides, the limo looked much more comfortable than a cab would've been. "Thanks, Dendra, but I think I have my ride." At that, Eliza slid into the limo through a door being held open by her dipshit of a driver, and I followed after her, leaving Dendra pale-faced and flustered outside the hotel. *** I told her driver where I lived and we made idle chitchat. I averted my eyes from her as much as I could. I was suddenly very nervous. I'd never been nervous with a girl before. My hands were sweating. My mouth was dry. I couldn't think of things to say unless they were stupid and boring like "Quite a party, eh?" and "Great weather we've been having" and "So you have a limo? How's that for you?" I'd been with Sharon for about a year, but before that I was considered quite the Casanova. I couldn't understand why my natural charm was failing me now. What was it about this girl that flustered me so much? I was thinking about this during an awkward silence about halfway to my loft when she said, "Do I make you uncomfortable or something?" "What?" "It's just, you seemed interested enough out on the sidewalk and now you're not even looking at me. Is it my size?" "What? No. No! No, it's just that... I don't know. I'm nervous or something." "Because men usually think of me as an easy lay. They don't think I have self-esteem. But I'm not easy and I love how I look. And if you have a problem with it then maybe you should've taken a cab." "No." I looked at her. I made eye contact. We sat in silence for about three seconds before my eyes traveled down her body. I couldn't stop them. It didn't go unnoticed. "So it's not my body. What is it? My power? My money?" "Sharon's got power and money." "Then my intelligence. She doesn't have that." "She's not...interesting." "Why are you with her?" "Because of the men. The way they..." It hit me. I couldn't walk around with Eliza and get those looks. She was beautiful, but she wasn't conventional. She was big. But if I saw a man with her, he'd get the looks from me. Right? I mean, if I saw someone walking around with Sharon on his arm, I'd pity him. But Eliza... Suddenly, the looks didn't matter. "The way they what?" "I don't know why I'm with her." She put her hand on my knee. We were two blocks from my place. We were silent the rest of the way. When we arrived, her hand was lifted and I let myself out of the car, thanked her, and shut the door behind me. *** I put all of Sharon's stuff in a box. We spent most of our time at her apartment, so there wasn't much at mine. I was relatively sure she hadn't left the party yet, so I decided to wait until morning to take it to her. I didn't want to be with Sharon anymore. I was ready to be a regular man. No more super hero. No more sex god. She wouldn't give me any anyway. I could've slept with Eliza. She made it apparent by the rhythmic squeezes of my knee in the last two blocks. But I didn't. It seemed too cheap to me. And Eliza was worth more than that. It wouldn't be fair to her if she were the mistress or the transition. I'd spent my life being a not-so-decent guy. I was proud of myself for holding back. I hoped she didn't take it as an insult. She's a smart woman. She must have understood at least a little bit. *** When I showed up at Sharon's apartment the next day, I knocked. I had a key, but something didn't feel right about using it the morning I was to break up with her. Sharon didn't answer the door. Dendra did. She was in my robe and her hair was jostled about. She had a sleepy grin on her face. "Aaron," she greeted. "Perfect," I smiled. "How goes it, Dendra?" "Great. How was your night?" "Pretty quiet, actually. I turned in about at about 12:30." "But you left ten after." "My place is close. The driver dropped me off and I was asleep within fifteen minutes or so." "Wait." Dendra was trying to grasp what I was telling her. "So you didn't..." "Didn't what?" "With Eliza..." "Oh. No. But you and Sharon, eh? How was that for ya?" With that, Dendra turned and walked away. I followed. "Sharon!" I called. "Daddy's home and he brought you some gifts." I heard her voice from the bathroom. "What gifts are those, Daddy? Something from the slut you left with?" "What slut? You seem to have had the slut in your bed last night, Mommy. Never knew you were a dyke. What's with that? I should've known though, really. You never were really into sex with men." I sat the box on the bed next to Dendra. Sharon walked into the room. "It's over," she said. I nodded, reached into my robe, and tweaked Dendra's nipple. She slapped my arm away. "Glad we cleared that up," I told Sharon. *** In the next three months, I dated and slept with several women, casually. There was Lucy, a bartender, originally from the Bronx, who was only really interested in giving head, which was fine with me. She had a technique. She said it always seemed so crude when she used to lube a cock by spitting on it, so she developed a way to drool down the shaft while focusing on the head and balls and working the drool in with her hands. After a while she would deep throat the whole thing. She was the first woman to risk gagging on my meat. But she never did. Nor did she spill a drop of cum. There was Sidney, the fashion designer. She was always up for a good missionary fuck. Really vanilla, but reliable. What she lacked in creativity she more than made up for in endurance. She tested mine while she was at it. The third girl helped in that area. She was Courtney, a small-time radio disc jockey. Her favorite musician was Sting, and being so, she was obsessed with Tantric sex. I cheated at it by sleeping with the other girls, but I did go a whole week with only Courtney once. After that week, I knew how to prolong my orgasms long enough to match Sidney. Ally, the wanna-be-actress waitress, liked double-penetration, which was fine until she tried to bring another man into it. I have a certain comfort level with a dildo, but three's a crowd in my book. It wasn't the possibility that the man might touch me that weirded me out, it was the added dynamic of a whole other mind and body to worry about. I'm not sure I was comfortable enough with my own prowess in sex with Ally to add another to the mix. Virginia was good at conversation and that's all we ever really did. We talked politics. We talked books. We went to matinees and critiqued them afterwards over dinner. We talked dirty. We had phone sex. She was a kindergarten teacher. Sometimes she scolded me out of habit, but she apologized quickly afterwards. None of them could make me feel like Eliza had that night. None of them made me nervous. Casanova was back. But this time, unlike high school, I made it clear that I wasn't serious about any of them. This time, my women knew about each other. The only woman I'd never cheated on was Sharon. The only woman I really wanted was Eliza. *** It was late October when I saw Eliza's dipshit driver filling up the limo with gas while I was on a date with Virginia. We were walking to an art gallery opening she had wanted to check out so much that we made the date a month ahead of time. "You remember I told you about Eliza?" "Yeah. The woman who made you realize you should break it off with Sharon, right?" Virginia was the only one I had told about Eliza. Probably because she was the only one I really ever talked to. In the months we'd been dating and keeping our hands to ourselves, she had really become more of a friend than a lover. I had met a couple of the men she was dating and she had met Ally--pre-threesome drop. "That's her driver gassing up her limo. I wonder if she's there." Virginia's eyes lit up. "Let's see. I want to meet the woman who made you freeze up." I didn't want to. I was scared I suppose. But Virginia took my hand and pulled me. I suppose I could have stopped her from dragging me along, but I let her. Because as much as I didn't want to see if Eliza was with her driver, I really wanted to see Eliza again. At least one more time. Maybe she wasn't as wonderful as I remembered. Maybe she could break me of this preoccupation I seemed to have with her. "I don't know about this..." "Relax, Aaron. If it doesn't work out, I'll give you a hand job." "Yeah right. This is totally worth at least a blow job." "Then I'll call Lucy," she teased. We reached the car and she walked around to the driver while I stood there trying not to look at the tinted windows or piss my pants. I could pretend like I didn't recognize the car. I could pretend like Virginia had escaped from some mental hospital. I could pretend...something. I watched as Virginia spoke to the man in hushed tones. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but she kept looking in my direction with a sly grin. He grabbed her breast and she let it stay there for five seconds before saying something else. Then, he opened the back door and she slipped in, with a wink at me. I sprang into action and jogged to the driver. "That woman, what did she say to you?" The dipshit looked at me and licked his lips. "She asked if my employer was in the car. I told her yes." My stomach lurched as he continued. "She asked if she could speak with her and I said I wasn't sure. She told me she'd let me hold her tit for five seconds if I'd let her in to speak with my employer." "So you let her." "Why? You think I could've got more? Man, I could've got more!" The guy really was a dipshit. All I knew was that Virginia, the one person who knew more about me than anyone else was in the car with Eliza, the one person who'd ever accomplished making me lose my cool and I couldn't see them. But they could see me. The thought sent me straight to the bathroom of the gas station. I looked at myself in the cracked and scuffed mirror. I didn't look too bad. My hair looked composed, yet mussed enough to seem like I didn't put much effort into it. Fun enough that I didn't look as if I took myself too seriously. I had recently found new shaving oil and no longer had little shaving bumps and ingrown hairs. I was clean-shaven for the opening. I wore pressed dark khakis, loafers, a bright blue t-shirt that said "Sam's Auto-Wash" and had a car with bubbles all over it on the front, and a black sport's coat. I looked hip, thanks to Sidney. I looked good. But I felt like crap. My hands were sweaty again. My mouth was dry. My heart felt like it was going to fly out of my chest, turn around, slap me in the face, and rest itself in the pit of my stomach. I hadn't even seen her and I was a mess. Damn it, Aaron! Get a grip. Go back out there and be a man. So I went back out there. The limo was gone. Virginia was standing outside of the bathroom door waiting for me. "What happened?" I asked. "I'll tell you. After the opening. Let's go, honey. We're late." *** My hands stayed sweaty throughout the opening. Virginia kept grabbing my hand, then letting go and wiping it on her skirt. She gave me odd, knowing looks. I was so uncomfortable it wasn't even funny. I just wanted to know what happened. At the end, I wasn't going to push it. I was scared, I suppose. I wanted to know, but if it was bad, I really didn't. What if she didn't even remember me? What if she thought I was a dolt? What if she didn't care enough to even listen to what Virginia had to say? As we walked out of the gallery, Virginia started talking. "She's hot. You said she got your blood boiling, but you didn't even begin to describe how hot she is." "She looked good?" "More than good." "What happened?" *** "I walked up to the driver, and, well, you saw. He really is a dipshit. But I knew how to deal with him. He's like a kid. You can give them a little and they're satisfied, right? And it you work it right, they won't even realize they can get more out of you. Low stakes. So I let him grab my tits and he let me in the car. She was surprised at first. I mean, she doesn't know me. But she does remember you. She saw us coming and she recognized you. First thing she said to me after 'I need to fire that guy,' was 'You're with Aaron.' 'Yes,' I said. 'That's Aaron. We were going to a gallery opening and he saw the car.' 'Oh,' she said. She was really quiet. She kept looking at you. 'He really liked you. Likes you. Talks about you a lot and always apologizes that he doesn't have any new stories.' 'He talks about me? To you? Isn't that a little tough on you?' 'No, you misunderstand. We're not serious. We're more friends than lovers really. He's my best friend. Makes it tough for me to find someone I'm really serious about who's willing to share me, but I get along.' 'Oh,' she said again, stealing another look at you. 'What's he say about me?' 'Why don't you let him tell you?' 'He seems to be going to the bathroom at the moment.' 'He's free tonight. We were just going to hang out at his place and watch a movie. I'll be there when you show up because, frankly, you make him nervous. Once you guys get comfortable with each other, I'll leave. I'll go see Joe or someone. He's always good for a laugh.' She agreed. Now, I don't want you to get angry with me, Aaron, but she is just so magnetic. She knows how to use her body and she's got plenty to use and we were just sitting there. I don't know why I did it but I had to kiss her. I thought I blew the whole thing. I really thought I did. I thought I'd have to find someone else to supervise you two. But it didn't seem to faze her. She just smiled and said she'd be there. Her driver was done gassing her up, so I got out and they left. Then I waited for you outside the bathroom." "You kissed her?" "Yeah. Sorry." "I haven't even kissed her." "You'll like it. She has good lips. I've never kissed a girl before." "You haven't even kissed me." So Virginia kissed me. Suddenly, my stomach lurched. Just as I began to kiss her back, she pulled away. We walked in silence back to my place. *** The rest of the afternoon, I was a nervous wreck. Virginia and I watched Office Space and I kept glancing at her, my hands still sweaty. For once, I couldn't think of a thing to say to her, so I kept my mouth shut and pretended to concentrate on the movie. It was one of my favorites, so she probably didn't think anything of my silence. My mind was racing though. What would happen? Was Eliza more excited about seeing Virginia than she was excited to see me? Why did I get that feeling in my stomach with Virginia's kiss? What if it were Virginia, and not Eliza, that I should be with? What if I got caught in some sticky love triangle? What if Eliza and Virginia got together? What if, what if, what if... It was drama. I don't like drama. Especially not the melodrama my head was making the whole situation out to be. I like comedy. Like the movie we were watching. Or a good action flick. Not this drama shit. Things were supposed to be black and white in my life. This was all too complicated. I could feel myself shutting down. "Something wrong?" I snapped to attention. Virginia. Virginia is still here. Hi, Virginia. I'm extremely uncomfortable. You kissed my crush. You kissed me. I'm hiding my wood with this pillow. "No. Nothing." "You're nervous." "No. I'm not nervous." "You're lying." "Well...yes." Virginia moved closer to me on the couch. "We don't lie to each other, Aaron. It's not nice." "Yes, Miss." She sprawled out on the couch and placed her head on the pillow in my lap. I looked down at her looking up at me. "I should make you stay after school." "This is disturbing. You teach kindergarten." "Not today I don't." She snaked her hand up my t-shirt. My stomach twisted as she ran her fingernails lightly against my pectorals. She was sending chills up and down my spine and I'm not even sure she realized it. If she kept this up, the pillow wouldn't conceal my hardness from her head. "What are you doing?" "I'm relaxing you." She sat up and straddled me. Her mouth closed in on mine. I felt like a deer in headlights. I wasn't sure what I should do. I wasn't sure if I could deal with the consequences of her relaxation techniques. At first, our lips just touched. Neither of us made a move to take it further. We just breathed on each other. She smelled like apples and chalk. How a teacher should. But there was something underneath that smell. Something like sex. Something I had never smelled on her before. I felt her suck my upper lip into her mouth. She was going slowly and the suction was gentle. My lip was misted with the dew of her breath and saliva. I began to kiss her back, her lower lip between my teeth; I tasted her with the tip of my tongue. My arms sat at my side. I wasn't sure what to do with them. I should touch her. But it's Virginia. We're all talk and no play. It's Virginia. As she slipped her tongue into my mouth and put the pads of her fingers softly to my cheeks, I pulled away, pushed her aside, and stood. "We don't do this. This isn't something we do." "We have rules now?" She was hurt. I could see it. She looked like she did when Ryan broke up with her. Ryan, who stole her from me for two weeks before deciding she wasn't his style. She had given me up for him after a month of dating him. He was the only one. She thought she'd be with him forever. I was happy when it ended because I got her back. But I was angry that he had hurt her so much. And now I was getting the same look. But we don't do this! "You're my best friend. It's against the rules." "Forget it," she said. She took Office Space from the DVD player and replaced it with Almost Famous. She sat as if nothing happened. I sat back down beside her and started to watch the movie. My mind wasn't in it. Instead, it was noticing how close she was. How her hand was inches from mine on the cushions. How her foot was so close to touching mine that all I would have to do is flex a toe to be in contact. I could hear her breathe. It was slow and rhythmic and had a breeze of her voice in it. I resituated myself. My hand was closer now. My neck and back were very uncomfortable, but I was closer. Why had I stopped it? Why, when it felt like all I really wanted, did I stop her? Maybe I was scared that I'd talk myself out of trying for Eliza. Maybe I was scared that I actually loved Virginia. Whatever it was, I was kicking myself. I'd never been so unsure of myself. Not even with Eliza in the limo. Virginia sniffed, but she tried to cover it up by clearing her throat. I glanced at her sideways. She was staring intently at the television screen, but tears were streaming from her eyes. The movie wasn't sad in the least. Not yet. I really had hurt her. I grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. She looked at me. "I'm sorry," I said. "For what? We don't do that. You're right. It's just..." She turned her head and looked at my floor. "Just what?" "No. Forget it." I took her chin in my hand and lifted her face to mine. "Just what?" "Didn't you feel it? When we kissed? I've never felt that. I mean, if you didn't, that's...I mean, you're my best friend and that wouldn't..." I had been the one who stopped us fifteen minutes earlier. And I was the one to start us up again. I held her hand and her chin and I kissed her. Our lips and teeth and tongues harmonized in our mouths. I finally understood what the old movies meant by making beautiful music together. She would pull away coyly; make me chase her mouth with mine. I would do the same to her. It became a game. We giggled. I giggled. I had never had so much fun just kissing a woman before. I let my hands roam. She giggled even more. I found out something I'd never thought to discover before: She's ticklish. Before long I was holding her to the couch and tickling her ribs and she was laughing harder than she ever had in my presence before. Not long after that, we were rolling on the floor. She had flipped me to the ground and landed atop me, fighting to keep my hands from her sides by weaving her fingers between mine and lifting them above our heads. Her mouth assaulted mine some more, our kisses becoming more and more hungry, our tongues intertwining like our fingers. I felt her chest heaving above mine, and below mine, and above mine, until we rolled into the coffee table on the other side of the room. I felt the blood pumping through my crotch. I felt her nipples sliding up to my shoulders and off of me as she lifted her torso from mine. She straddled me. We both became remarkably serious as she lifted my t-shirt over my head. I helped her by pulling it free of my arms and tossing it aside. I looked up at her. I was seeing her, as I never had before. She was very beautiful. She had shoulder-length dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes. She was plump, though not obese. She was curvy, not angular. Her cheeks were blotched red with passion. My fingers trembled at the bottom hem of her shirt. I slid my hand beneath it and ran my palms over the skin on her back, hard enough that it wouldn't tickle her. She had smooth skin. Smooth and cool and soft. Her fingernails skimmed my bare chest and stomach. "We don't do this," she whispered. "We have rules?" I answered. I lifted her shirt over her head and threw it aside. Her nipples fought against her bra. I put my hands over them. I fondled. I pinched and I twisted, all through the black silk. "I never realized you were a tit man, honey." "I never really have been." I unclasped the bra. It was one of those easy hooks in the front. As I relieved her bra from its duty, I caught my first glimpse of her dark pink areoles. My thumbs grazed her nipples. I rolled us over and bent down to her breasts, sucking first at one erect point, then the other. I felt one of her hands grab at my hair and push my head into her left tit and the other clawed at my shoulder. "Aaron." I lifted my head. "Yes?" "You're making me wet." Our relationship before this had consisted of dirty talk and I should have been used to hearing this kind of thing coming from her mouth. But I blushed, never the less. I moved my right hand to the crotch of her jeans and felt the dampness. And there was a knock at the door. We froze. "It's Eliza," she said. She pushed me off of her, hooked her bra, and threw her shirt back on. She tossed me my shirt. We don't have to answer the door. Say it, fuck face. Stop the woman from opening the door. I put my shirt on. I was scared. And I was frustrated. She certainly hopped to. She doesn't want me, after all. It was really just to relax me. Well it didn't work. I sat at the couch as she answered the door. I heard Eliza's voice. I heard Virginia's voice. I blocked them out and glared at the screen. My mood had changed drastically. I hoped they would be happy together. Kimberly in high school, Sharon, and now Virginia--all of them going lesbian. On me. Of course, I was being paranoid. But I immersed myself in the movie anyway. I wasn't in the mood for drama. *** "I told you he doesn't like me," I heard Eliza say. "He's nervous," said Virginia. "I'm in the room, you know." "Really?" asked Virginia. "Because we've been talking like you're not for the past twenty minutes. And you never flinched once. You checked out." "It's a good movie." "That you've seen fifty times. Eliza came to see you and you're being so rude." "Yeah, well I didn't ask her over, did I, you fucking bitch?" It was mean and hurtful and I had said it and I couldn't take it back. I wanted to crawl under the couch cushions. "You know, Virginia, maybe I don't want to see Aaron again." "I don't blame you," Virginia said, tears welling up in her eyes. I'd never known her to cry so easily. "He's turned into a bit of a prick." I was angry. I didn't care that Virginia was crying. "I'm sorry I've been so rude, Eliza. It's just, well...I'm a bit nervous around you. You're the sexiest woman I've ever met. I suppose I don't feel like I'm good enough for the likes of you." "Nonsense. But maybe I should come back some other time. You seem out of sorts tonight." "Not at all. Just a little sympathy PMS. I've spent the whole day with Virginia and she's a bit cranky." I glanced at Virginia, who was busy glaring at me. I smiled and looked back at Eliza. I wasn't nervous at all. "What say I give you a tour of the apartment, Eliza?" "Okay." I only intended to take her to the bedroom. And that's just what I did. I took her to my bedroom, undressed her, and had sex. We kissed. I fondled. She fondled. My hands roamed her body, so much more to touch than any other woman I had been with, but the passion wasn't there. It felt like vengeance sex. I thought of Virginia in the other room. Virginia who was listening to us through the door. Virginia whom I made feel like crap. And I didn't care. I tasted Eliza. I entered her. I did everything that I had been dreaming about for months. But I couldn't cum. I blamed it on Courtney and her tantric sex. I grabbed Ally's forgotten dildo from the bed stand, put a lubed condom on it, and introduced Eliza to double penetration. I made her orgasm. Three times. But I still couldn't cum. She never noticed. *** Thirty minutes later, Eliza made an excuse to leave. She left the room and the apartment and I sat on the bed and cried for the first time since my father died when I was in eighth grade. When I finally left my bedroom, I went to get a glass of ice water in the kitchen. On my way back through the living room, I noticed a dark figure sitting in the dark on my couch. Virginia. I stood in the middle of the room. I was exhausted. I was crushed. "Is that what you wanted?" I asked. "That's what you wanted." Her voice was weak. I walked to the couch and sat down. I offered her my glass of water. She took it and drank. I didn't know what I was going to say. I just watched her. "I didn't want that." Her sob came out like a laugh. "Virginia, she was a dream. I didn't sleep with her when I first had the chance because I think I knew she was a dream. She was what I needed to realize I didn't need Sharon, but she's not what I need either. I just did everything I fantasized about doing with her and it didn't do a thing for me. All I could think is that the person I really want must not want me." "Why? Why would anyone not want you? I mean, you can be childish and you pout a lot and you tend to make things melodramatic, but you're...you." "You tell me. You wanted me with her so badly. You answered the door and cut off the best sexual moments I've ever spent with a woman in my life with the woman I've felt the closest to for the past four months." She put the glass down. "Why did you kiss her, Virginia?" "Because you wanted to kiss her. And I wanted to...share some sort of...physical intimacy...with you. But there were rules..." "No more rules." *** She told me to undress and get into bed while she used the bathroom. Eliza and I had performed atop the bedspread, so I replaced the soiled one with a new one before shucking my clothes and getting beneath the covers. They were cool against my skin. But that's not why I was trembling. I was nervous again. There was a knock at the bedroom door. "Are you ready?" "I think so," I chuckled. "Close your eyes." "Why?" "Just close them. Okay?" I closed my eyes. "Okay." I heard the door shut and then her bare feet padding along the carpet. I felt her weight as she got into the bed beside me. I felt the sheets move up to let her in and then settle atop me again. I felt her breath against my neck and I could smell the apples. She wasn't touching me. I wanted to reach over, to touch her, but I let her lead. I wanted to open my eyes, but she hadn't told me I could. Her fingertips brushed against my neck. Her lips were in my hair. She sniffed. I was happy I hadn't over-gelled my hair that day. I was happy that my hair was relatively soft and not hard and prickly like it normally was. She draped her arm across my chest and scooted herself against me. I felt her skin touching mine all down my body. She nuzzled her face into my neck. I could smell her hair. She stayed still for a few minutes. I thought she might be falling asleep, her chest rising and falling slowly against my arm. I wasn't frustrated like I would normally be. The thought of sleeping with her...and actually sleeping...was somehow appealing. But my body did ache for her. I hadn't realized how much I had wanted her...from the beginning I had wanted her. I had never slept with a girl I could talk to before. I had never slept with a friend. Just when I thought she really had gone to sleep, she moved. Her mouth was suddenly at my nipple, her tongue tracing and poking, her teeth nibbling at the sensitive nub. I went instantly hard. I heard a moan and it took a second for me to figure out that it had come from my mouth. Her hands slid across my stomach and clutched my sides as she moved atop me. My prick pushed against her stomach as she kissed mine. She moved back up to my nipples, my armpits, my shoulders, my neck. As she kissed my mouth, I felt myself throbbing against her leg. My arms moved of their own volition and enveloped her, pulling her closer to me. My hand moved to her hair and held her mouth to mine. She moved, her mouth on my earlobe, behind it, my neck, my eyelid, the tip of my nose, my other eyelid, my neck, behind my other ear, my other earlobe. Her pattern became less symmetric as she sucked at my jaw and back to my mouth. I felt one of her hands around my wood and I flipped her over. I opened my eyes. Her eyes were closed. I kissed her eyelids as her hand worked on my cock. I pulled it off, weaving her fingers between mine and lifting our hands above our heads. I felt myself against her pubic bone. I felt my chest against hers. I kissed her deep and moved to her earlobes, to her neck, her collarbone, between her breasts, each nipple, each armpit, underneath her breasts. I stuck my tongue into her belly button and she giggled. I moved down to her hipbones. To the soft skin where her leg bends into her torso. To her outer thighs. To her inner thighs. I licked behind her knees, down her calves, around her ankles. I gave each toe a peck. I moved back up, back onto the bed, with one hand pulling the covers back up with me. I licked along her inner thighs up to her pubic mound. She had herself trimmed close except for a slightly bushier triangle pointing to her swollen cunt. I kissed that triangle. I slid my tongue down and tickled her outer labia. She spread her legs farther for me and opened herself up. I took a moment to appreciate her pussy--the light brown hair bordering it, the slick and soft pink, the flower, the bud. I let my tongue slide up and down her crack. I tasted from the top of her inner labia to her puckered asshole and back. I was careful to avoid her clit. I pushed my tongue into her vagina--not as far as it could go, but enough for a moan to escape from her lips. Until now, she had been silent. With a lurch of her hips, my face was buried in her womanhood. She smelled so sweet and musky. She tasted sweet, salty, slightly sour, and so creamy. I couldn't wait any longer. I draped both of her legs over my shoulders and reached for her tits as my tongue found her swollen and tender little bud and began to play. I sucked it into my mouth. I moved my tongue back and forth against it--up and down--around and around. I began with a slow rhythm and got faster and faster until I couldn't go any faster, then I'd slow back down to my beginning speed. She humped her mound at my face. She held my head in place with her hand, her fingers tugging at my hair and scratching at my shoulders. I plunged my tongue into her vaginal sheath as far as it could go, curving it up in attempts to reach her g-spot. I brought it out and flicked her clit and then plunged it again. I kept doing this until she started moaning my name. I took one hand from her breasts and plunged two fingers into her pussy while sucking and flicking at her clit. I stroked the ridges of her g-spot. Her humping became more and more frantic. I slid a third finger in. Her pubic bone crashed against my nose as she began to shake from her first orgasm. I inserted a fourth finger as her cunt clutched at my fingers and throbbed around me. I felt her wetness creep out around them. I replaced my fingers with my mouth and my mouth with my fingers, sucking her juices into my mouth and using my index finger to rub her clit. My cock was throbbing so much it was painful. I looked around my room frantically. I had used my last rubber on the dildo. I had no protection. "I don't have condoms," I said. "Fuck the condoms! Get inside me." "I-- Are you sure?" I had moved up and was looking into her face--her eyes still closed. She opened them and looked right into me. She flipped us over, grabbed my cock, and guided it into her still convulsing vagina. "I'm sure." She humped her hips into mine and worked my cock deep into her pussy. She was so warm and wet. She humped more and more quickly until I felt more warmth and wetness spread over my cock as she came again. Her cunt tugged at me. She bent down to kiss me full on the mouth, moaning into me--my name. My testicles began to tighten. I attempted to hold back my orgasm but I knew I was going to lose it. "Pull off. I'm going to cum." "Cum in me," she whispered against my cheek, clasping tight to my with her vaginal walls. Even if I wouldn't have wanted to, there was nothing I could do about it. I pumped my piston into her and exploded, my semen erupting and my balls shuddering. It sent her into another orgasm and she went limp against me, her cunt milking me totally. I thought she had passed out at first. But she was soon kissing my chest and making happy little noises into my neck. My dick was still half-erect and was still buried inside of her. Her butt muscles began slowly humping. It was my Virginia. My Virginia. My best friend. My conversation partner. It was suddenly very clear to me that I didn't need anyone else. I had experienced my highest highs and my lowest lows that day. I had discovered my comfort. And there I was, content with my forced-platonic love having turned suddenly very romantic. I rolled her over and began pumping my half-erect prick into her slowly and patiently. I was willing to spend the rest of my life in her arms. I could only hope that she was willing to spend the rest of hers in mine. I said the words I'd been avoiding all my life, "I love you." "I'll bet you say that to all the girls." Her fingers traveled down my face and she sighed, "My Aaron." The look in her eyes was a new one to live for. I had, once again, become a superhero.