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 Please Me

   Part 2 - Culture





   Tobey and I never talked about that afternoon.  We met for coffee and
discussed the general goings on in our lives.  We went for a hike and
reveled in the mist-blanketed quiet at the summit.  Even shared a pizza and
watched arcane sitcoms on DVD.



   One night, while IMing each other, we both realized we hadn't been to
LACMA in a while.  Aside from the traveling shows that hordes of people
attend LACMA draws little attention to its permanent collection, which I
find a mystery.  We all create the significance with which we regard
objects that inhabit our personal worlds.  There are paintings in the
permanent collection that are very dear to me; that remind me of events in
my life, epiphanies.  When I mentioned it had probably been almost ten
years since I had gone, we decided we should make the trip down to Miracle
Mile.



   It was early afternoon when we parked the car and began the short stroll
to the museum entrance.  The sky was that pale gray tinged with blue; the
soulless Los Angeles sky recorded in the 1960's Dragnet series, an unreal
color that seemed to make the mercury rise by ten degrees.  There's a
reason we wear sunglasses here.



   We paid our fee and began our journey through the buildings that house
the collection.  Art is introspective.  At least, it is for me.  The
asshole who is interpreting the meaning of a particular piece is never the
person I want to be with at the museum, and certainly not the person I want
to be.  Tobey and I gradually separated.  We pondered and moved at the pace
that was appropriate to our selves alone.  We waited for the other at the
end of a building before moving to the next.  I was lost in the past and
the present; remembering what I thought piece meant when I last saw it and
seeing something new, something different now.  It was like reading 'On the
Road' by Kerouac at 19...  and then again at 27.  I had an entirely new
perspective.



   I caught up to Tobey as we neared the end of the collection.  It was
very late Friday afternoon; Jazz musicians were setting up to entertain the
late-twenties, early-thirties crowd that swoops in to schmooze and check
each other out at the end of each workweek.  We were standing in front of
an Arshile Gorky painting.  The subject, a rooster, danced off the canvas
at us, positively refused to remain still!  I thrilled anew at an artists'
ability to make the motion jump at me.  My eyes traveled past the end of
Tobey's jacket, to the roundness of his buttocks accentuated by his jeans.
I lifted my hand and caressed one; gave it a light squeeze.  He turned and
regarded me with a level gaze, assessing the situation.  I held his gaze
for a moment, slowly turned on my heel, and advanced to the next canvas.

   The music began and we drifted outside.  Jazz at LACMA is a scene, and I
marvel at the number of smartly dressed, intellectual hipsters that migrate
here.  High-heeled, black suede boots aside, the black mini-skirt and deep
v-neck t-shirt I wore weren't enough to keep me warm.  Although the feeling
of my hardening nipples rubbing against the lace of my bra was fairly
erotic, the goose bumps on my arms and legs were not.  Noticing my nipples,
Tobey asked "May I get your jacket from the coat check?" With a "Thank
you." he melted into the crowd.

   I watched the musicians for a time as the music started, but found my
attention wandering to the people around me.  I suddenly noticed a pair of
eyes watching mine.  She was beautiful.  Pale blonde hair, longish,
expensively cut (meaning it looked careless, but so good that you knew it
cost quite a bit of money).  A delicate face, porcelain skin with deep blue
heavily lined eyes, and a bee-stung Clara Bow mouth.  She was thin; a sylph
in fact, and draped in artfully slashed cloth.  She was headed my way. 
"Hi," she said.  "Hi." "I'm Edie." "Miranda." She held out a hand, but
instead of offering a handshake she offered a card.  It was a
postcard-sized advertisement.  A picture of an Airstream mobile home
reflecting sunset in the Grand Canyon was framed by show location
information.  Tobey arrived with my jacket.  I introduced them while Tobey
held the jacket for me to slide into.  "Hmmm, I see you have him well
trained." Edie remarked.  "In the process..." I said with a smile.  At
that, one of Edie's eyebrows raised slightly.  "There's going to be both
performance and visual art there tonight and it starts just after the music
wraps up." Touching the back of my hand she looked into my eyes "I hope
you'll both be there." She let her touch linger, then drifted away.  I
pocketed the card and smiled at Tobey while taking his hand.  We turned and
watched the end of the set.

   We stopped at a nearby taco stand for a little carne asada action. 
Sipping my horchata, I pulled the card from my pocket.  The show wasn't too
far from where we were now.  "Can you withstand a little more culture
today?" Tobey's eyes twinkled.  "For you, anything." We pulled up in front
of a gated building on a suitably shabby stretch of Venice Blvd.  closer to
downtown than the ocean.  Situated between an auto shop and a long-closed
gas station, the gate was so high you could barely make out the address
under the roofline from the street.  Once through the gate there were
people in loose groups around the open door.  Inside I noticed the peculiar
set-up of the place.  There was a central space two stories high, the upper
floor around it a kind of loft with subdivided rooms for the four artists
who lived there.  A kitchen off to one side was sectioned off as a
makeshift bar.  We each bought a Pabst for two bucks and made our way over
to the art hung along the walls.  Some pieces were quite good, some of the
photographs particularly so.  Edie was nowhere in sight; I supposed she is
what I really came to see.  We came to an office door the upper half
framing a pane of opaque industrial glass.  I turned the handle and looked
in.  The room, mostly bare except for a low counter and sink, led to a set
of bathroom stalls.  I pulled Tobey inside and closed the door behind us.

   I leaned into him against the counter and looked into his eyes as my
hand descended from his chest, past his waistband, and began to massage the
growing lump in his jeans.  I was pretty wet already.  I guess I had been
more excited to see Edie than I admitted to myself.  Placing one foot on
the counter I brushed his fingers past my cunt to let him feel how wet I
was.  I hadn't worn panties today.  Wiping his hand on his crotch, I slid
it under my shirt, put it on my lace-covered breast and he started to knead
it.  I ground my wet slit against his jean-covered bulge and licked his
lips.  His free hand rested in the small of my back pulling me closer.  I
was nibbling along his jaw when I heard a stall door open.  Edie was
walking toward us.

   She sauntered up to us.  "Don't stop on my account.  In fact, watching
you has gotten me pretty hot." She placed her hand on my ass.  "Can I join
you?" If I thought I was wet before...  Tobey looked game.  I inclined my
head toward Edie and her soft lips met mine.  I lowered my leg and, placing
a hand on her hip, guided her closer to us.  Soft and exploratory at first,
when our lips parted and tongues entwined my knees started to get weak.  I
took Tobey's hand from my breast and placed it around her waist.  She
leaned over to kiss him while I trailed kisses along the silky skin of her
neck.  Her hand wound itself into my hair as I kissed along the neckline of
her dress.  She reached back to undo the zipper and let the dress fall from
her body.  A little white g-string seemed painted on her slim hips tapering
into toned thighs.  Petal pink nipples topped her beautifully round
breasts. They were slightly larger than mine, which she seemed to want to
find out for herself.  She tugged the front of my t-shirt up with a
mischievous grin while I shrugged out of my jacket.  "Nice bra" she said as
she removed my shirt completely.  "Thank you.  Nice nipples." I said. 
Tobey unclasped my bra and removed it from my shoulders.  Cupping my
breasts from behind I could feel the stiffness of his prick resting in the
crack of my ass through my skirt.  Edie unzipped my skirt and it joined the
other clothes on the floor.  She engulfed one of my nipples, a tea-stained,
slightly larger version of hers, with the wonderfully moist warmth of her
mouth.  While she sucked lightly I leaned my head back and kissed Tobey. 
The pressure of her mouth at my breast translated to the strength of our
kiss.

   Realizing he was the only one clothed, Edie and I faced Tobey and began
the delicious task of disrobing him.  On either side of him we peeled his
jacket off and lifted the shirt over his head.  Hands freed, he put an arm
around our waists and pulled us into him.  Ah, the feel of skin on skin!  I
rubbed my chest and stomach against his and sucked on his right earlobe. 
Edie kissed him before sinking to suck on his left nipple.  I sucked on his
tongue while popping the button of his jeans.  She pulled down his zipper
and I joined her in pulling his jeans to the floor.  He stepped out of the
jeans and his hard cock escaped the scanty confines of euro cut undies. 
"Mmm," Edie purred, sucking the head of his cock into her mouth.  Tobey
leaned on the counter for support.  I pulled his undies down and off.  I
stood back for a moment and reveled in the erotic sight in front of me. 
Eyes half closed and grasping the counter tightly, Tobey watched his
glistening cock slide in and out of Edie's mouth.  She knelt between his
parted legs, hers slightly splayed, one hand wrapped around his thigh, the
other intermittently playing with his balls.  I knelt behind Edie and
reached around to stroke her mound.  Growing bolder with the encouragement
she murmured around his cock, I parted her lips and dipped my finger inside
her.  Squishy and slippery, I stroked her a few times before removing my
fingers to her clit.  "Uh!" I moved my fingers slowly in small circles, my
other hand lightly tweaking her nipple.  Moving beside her I replaced my
fingers on her nubbin.  I dipped my head beneath hers and gently sucked one
of Tobey's balls into my mouth.  Heavy and salty, he smelled of sex and
suddenly I felt his hand on the back of my head.  His balls tightening to
his shaft and the hand I had resting on his thigh told me what was
happening: he tensed up completely and grunted as he came in Edie's mouth.

   She swallowed his cum and licked him clean, then turned and kissed me. I
could still taste him in her mouth.  We put our arms around each other,
breasts pressed together and kissing deeply.  I leaned back with her onto
the pile of clothing.  On our sides we lazily caressed each other's
breasts, stomachs and hips.  I looked up at Tobey "I'd love to have your
face between my legs.  How about you Edie?" She smiled wickedly.  Turning
us slightly onto our backs Tobey folded up our jackets, placing them
beneath us.  He eased two fingers into us, palms up, at the same time and
began to thrust slowly.  Rubbing Edie's clit with his thumb, he began to
lick and suck mine.  Meanwhile, Edie and I kissed and played with each
other's breasts.  I was getting so turned on so quickly, two sets of mouths
and three hands dividing my attention.  I was almost glad when he replaced
his mouth with his thumb and bent to give her the same treatment he'd just
given me.  Her kisses grew more fervent in response to Tobey's attention
and his thumb was driving me as crazy as his tongue had.  Edie's expression
was focused and dreamy at the same time as she concentrated on his fingers
and tongue.  Face down in her twat, enthusiastically eating her and pumping
both of us at the same time I noticed how hard he was again.  I wanted him
in me now.  I kissed her and whispered "Mind if we switch positions?" "No."
Tobey noticed us conspiring.  "On your back" I said with a smile.

   Laying down where we had been moments before I sank down on his cock and
Edie seated herself on his face.  Wrapping his hands around her hips he got
to work immediately.  A grin spread across her face.  Hands clasped between
us, I rose and fell before her enjoying the tension building in my groin.
Edie's deep breaths and sighs mingled with my moans and the squishy noises
from our pussies.  She dropped her head and started to sigh louder, more
frequently and tightened her grip on my hands.  I began to ride him faster,
the sight of her teetering on the brink of orgasm bringing me closer to my
own.  Suddenly she froze, seemed to stop breathing, before throwing her
head back, moaning loudly, and beginning to convulse.  " AH, AH, ah, ah!"
gripping my hands more tightly eyes open to me.  Tobey thrust up into me
and I began to come too.  Edie tipped forward onto her knees still
straddling Tobey's chest, and sucked a breast into her mouth.  Tobey's
cries joined mine as we came.

   We disengaged after a few minutes and began to dress.  I was just
pulling the zipper up on my skirt when the "Office" door opened and a woman
made a beeline for a stall.  I had almost forgotten we were at a party;
looking at Tobey and Edie's expressions they had too.  Luckily we were all
dressed by then.  My nervous titter made all of us laugh.  Producing
another card Edie wrote down her number.  "In case you want to get in touch
again." She kissed me, then Tobey and with a smile rejoined the party.  I
made sure to put her number in a safe place.