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Subject: NEW STORY: Plainman, Trip 4/7 (mf, mf) (fwd)
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TRIP, 4
"Food for Thought"
by Plainman
Joe: Hi, Princess - finished with your calls?
Princess: Hey Joe - yep, just now - so did you make that
dinner reservation? A genyoowine NOO YAWK restaurant?
Joe: Table for two at Ridolfi's.
Princess: And that's a good place? The real thing? No
southwest or cajun? No California cuisine? No "My name's
Bruce and I'm your waiter"?
Joe: Dark wood paneling, white linen table cloths, grouchy
old waiters in white shirts and black ties, Northern Italian
food, nary a sprig of cilantro...
Princess: Oooooh, goody! So are you excited too?
Joe: Well the restaurant is a regular spot for me, so...
Princess: No Joe - I didn't think you'd be excited about the
restaurant.
Joe: Well - honestly, Princess, I feel like a high school
kid on his first date with...
Princess: With the cheerleader!
Joe: That's it.
Princess: You KNOW she's friendly, presentable, and she
likes you - but the question remains: will she put out?
Joe: Honestly, Princess, just your company would be -
Princess: REALLY? You don't want my body? You don't care?
Joe: Well, no ... I got to admit - anyway, what IS the final
word?
Princess: The lord and master has approved my humble
petition. You're gonna get some nookie.
Joe: Whewwww - Princess! ...
Princess: Did you just get a big tingle all over?
Joe: Like, it's a good thing I'm sitting down.
Princess: Blood rushed from your head to your crotch?
Joe: Well, it went somewhere.
Princess: So Joe - question is, are you so bad off that
you've lost your appetite? I know when I'm really in heat, I
can't even THINK about food.
Joe: Well listen - I could come straight over there - I'd
jump your bones - then we'd maybe we'd be hungrier, we could
have a late supper - maybe back for an encore...
Princess: Yes, I'd thought of that - the aperitif plan - but
actually while I was thinking about it, I happened to be in
the shower, and I noticed they had one of those Auto-pulse
portable showerheads, and it just seemed to beckon to me...
Joe: Oh Princess, you didn't!
Princess: Yeah, and it was mm-mm good - but listen Joe, it
barely took my edge off, you're not going to be at all
disappointed, I promise. I AM hungry though - sure wouldn't
mind eating now. And we can talk while we eat, and play
footsie, and swap hot looks, and let it all build up a
little more... but especially we can talk.
Joe: OK Princess - sounds good. The reservation's in half an
hour - I will take some deep breaths - and think about
fettucine Alfredo.
***
Princess: This place is perfect, Joe!
Joe: You're that down on LA, huh, Princess?
P: Not really - I just like change - I mean, you're a real
change for me, you're like a New York restaurant - doesn't
mean I don't love Trooper. If I lived in New York, I'd
prob'ly go goofy over a palm tree.
J: So Princess - how did getting permission go, the lord and
master and all - if you don't mind my asking?
P: No, I don't mind, Joe. In fact, I think we should flout
the adultery conventions and bring our spouses along to this
dinner - and to dessert later - I don't think they will
inhibit us - maybe the opposite?
J: OK. I think maybe you're right. Amy was in on my little
session with Claire ...
P: Oh yeah? Doin' what?
J: Well - maybe later...
P: I'll hold you to it... Listen, Troop's last words were
that I should get laid and have fun... OK, to launch things
- one thing I did to bring him around on tonight's little
project - well actually I offered him your pretty Amy in
trade. In fact he may be fucking her within a couple of
hours.
J: What?
P: Well, you know, in his imagination ... I described her,
from the picture you showed me - and told him you guys like
to play around - and that she was very hot - of course I was
improvising, but that's the impression I get - and he should
think about her, and who knows what might develop?
J: Well, she IS one very sexy lady. But you know the
playing around' is mostly in OUR imaginations - I've maybe
slept with another woman once a year over the fifteen years
we've been married - and half those times were with old
girlfriends. I only know about once for sure for Amy - also
with an old boyfriend.
P: Hmmm, that girl's got some serious catching up to do -
I'll have to talk to her. But you know this stuff about in
imagination'? My opinion is ALL the good stuff happens in
the head, one way or another - like I said on the plane,
it's the only erogenous zone... So anyway, what did you tell
Amy?
J: Well, I started out by saying Claire had actually BEEN on
the plane -
P: Yeah, I figured that would be it.
J: - but then at the end, I told her the woman wasn't really
called Claire; her name was Princess. She didn't seem really
much interested - funny thing -
P: Well you know, Joe, the full disclosure policy has lots
of advantages - but it takes a little time to work into it.
J: Yeah - I guess she thinks you're like Igor.
P: Igor?
J: Oh, Igor's her pet name for her favorite vibrator - but
whenever I go away he turns into an Eastern European tennis
pro, and Amy has wild sex with him.
P: Joe, I am NOT an inflatable doll - I'm flesh and blood! -
well, almost...
J: So true ... On the other hand she told me to be sure to
get condoms before I saw you tonight - of all things!
P: Well, honey, that IS unnecessary, given the kind of
people we are.
J: Yeah - I know - that's what I said - "she's imaginary" -
and Amy thought it was funny.
P: Ah, the Line between Appearance and Reality is Difficult
to Draw - Oh please, God, stop me - cliche alert!
J: Anyway, it's hardly a LINE - more like a twilight zone.
Though that's a cliche too... We need a new metaphor - and
bigger than a zone - a kingdom. The Wet Hot Kingdom?
P: Naaah that sounds like pornoville - you know, where all
the folks come with their measurements attached - we are dry
and cool at least SOME of the time - and you don't know the
size of your cock and I don't know my measurements.
J: Where do you measure length of cock from, anyway?... What
about the Wild Kingdom?
P: Another TV show. How about the Plain Kingdom? Or let's go
all the way - Plainworld.
P: But you know, the boss says he doesn't like getting
brought in.
J: Yeah, he says that - but I say to him a big Bullllllll-
shit! An author without an ego? It'd be like a Princess
without a pussy ... Anyway - enough meta. Listen, if we are
going to bring Trooper and Amy along with us tonight, I
propose we tell about some sexy things we did with them, so
we can the mood right. How bout it?
J: Gee I don't know - wouldn't that be unfaithful? - Naaah,
I guess Amy would like to be in the scene...
P: Well, why don't I start with Trooper - I was thinking I'd
tell about the first time I shared him with someone else.
It's not like it's something we've done a lot of, but it
seems like the thing for tonight. So - what do you say?
J: Absolutely, tell, tell...
P: It was my best friend, Judy - my dearest friend, all
through high school - we'd known each other since we were
little kids. She started going out with my brother Michael
when she and I were still in high school and he was starting
college. Later they got married - now they have a couple of
kids, and they live in LA and the four of us are best of
friends... Well, I guess to fill out the picture I should
say that Judy and I were VERY good friends, especially in
high school.
J: Like - lovers?
P: Well, we fooled around some - but we both were going out
with boys too - at least she was, and I wished I was.
J: Princess, you don't mean you weren't popular with boys?
P: Hard to imagine, huh?
J: Unbelievable!
P: Well, I'm flattered, but I wasn't all that pretty, and my
skin broke out, and I was too intellectual, and too
aggressive, and every other wrong thing, I guess.
J: Princess, you are talking to a classic high school
nerd... THAT'S a bond between us I wouldn't have guesssed.
P: Yeah, you're a decent guy, smart, sensitive - I guess you
didn't have a prayer in high school. Too bad you weren't
around for me... Anyway, I took my little pushy intellectual
self off east to college, and then to law school, and Judy
stayed home and went to college with Michael, and they
basically lived together all her four years - neither one
ever once had a date - and he went on to graduate school,
and she started teaching school. Anyway, six years passed
and I was back working in a firm in LA my second summer in
law school when I met Trooper - he was new in the DA's
office. I'd been going out for several years with a guy -
actually named Billy, like your son - but that had sort of
wound down. Anyway, Trooper swept me off my feet, love at
first sight, second sight, and every other sight.
J: What about you and Judy?
P: Oh we stayed very close, even across the country - phone
calls, letters, see each other summers.
J: And the, uh...
P: Well, you know, every now and then. I don't know how to
describe it, but it was just part of our FRIENDSHIP and
sometimes we did, sometimes we went a long time and didn't.
J: And how does Michael your brother fit into this?
P: Oh, he's offstage in this story - I'll tell you more
about him some other time.
J: So how can he be offstage - aren't he and Judy living
together?
P: No, that's what I was about to tell you - they have a
great marriage now, but to go straight through as a couple
when you get together as teenagers - well that wasn't going
to happen. Anyway, when I come back to LA, their
relationship is in a bad way - Michael has been feeling tied
down - he's been having an affair with a fellow graduate
student behind Judy's back. The two of them have practically
been living separate lives in the same apartment anyway. She
finds out, is really hurt - has a get-back affair of her own
- this is during my last year in law school, when I'm back
east practically dying from missing Troop. Well, I graduate
and get a job with an LA firm, and Troop and I move in
together.
J: So does he know about you and Judy?
P: Oh yeah, right from the start - he knows a lot worse than
that about me, and me about him - we swap all our guilty
secrets.
J: And are you and Judy having sex during this time she's
having trouble with Michael?
P: Actually, no. Not because of her and Michael, but I was
so focused on Trooper I didn't have anything left for anyone
else - actually I'm a very monogamous gal -
J: Mmm-hmmmm -
P: No, really, that's the basic me - I just have to have an
occasional adventure.
J: You're sorta like a guy, Princess.
P: Yeah, that's what a lot of them say - but I think of
myself as just a real grrrrrl! ... Anyway, hey, am I taking
too much time to set up my sexy story?
J: Princess, you fascinate me - go on as long as you want -
well not FOREVER -
P: No, you sexy man - not forever - we have important things
to do. Hey, shouldn't we look at this yummy menu?
****
P: Anyway, where was I, oh yes, nothing sexual between me
and Judy since I took up with Trooper - but we were still
fast friends, and now that I'm back in LA I'm hearing her
side of the story non-stop. Michael's staying away from me -
thinks I'm in league with Judy, the women who've stolen his
youth. Well finally it came to a head - Judy calls, all
forlorn - he moved out and took up openly with this graduate
student - she's in despair, but doesn't want to let him to
know that... So of course I talk with Troop, who by the way
is very fond of Judy, has been from the first - hey what's
not to like? - and we decide to ask her over to stay for a
few nights - we had a one-bedroom with a sleeper couch - so
she wouldn't have to be alone when she was feeling so down.
J: OK, I see the story - oh my! Um - would it be vulgar to
ask what Judy looks like?
P: Oh, Lord no, crucial info. She's classic american beauty
rose - blond, blue eyes, slender and graceful, with great
legs that go on forever - thin face, thin nose, chiseled
features. The thing to keep in mind is, she is very sweet, a
little shy, kind of demure - I'm the rowdy one of the pair -
she's the kind of girl parents go for.
J: So she comes over.
P: It's Friday night. Troop and I put our heads together -
he's gets all altruistic and tells me if I want to sleep
with her that's OK - as I look back, what a big fake, like
he wouldn't get off on it! ... But at the time I take it as
a noble concession, and so I declare - with a little pang -
that I am also ready to share my big hunky lover with my
best friend in her hour of need - if it turns out THAT'S
what she needs.
J: There was NO element of getting off on that for you?
P: Well - hardly any... So we get a roast and a couple
bottles of wine and make a nice dinner - she is super
grateful to us for everything - she'd hate to be alone in
that place with all the memories - makes us feel very
magnanimous and like the stable old married folks. She
drinks a lot more than usual, and sorta brightens up while
she slurs out. I give her lots of hugs and squeezes and
touch her a lot, and she gets quite clingy, but she's
physically gravitating to Troop more than me. He's all
gallant and flirtatious, with little kisses and all, and she
starts flirting back. So we finish eating with quite a buzz
in the air, and I go off to the kitchen to clean up and
notice - hmmm, I'm all alone out there - oh well, I guess
this is what I'm supposed to do for the cause.
So when I go back to collect the last dishes, there are
Troop and Judy dancing, her head resting on his shoulder. He
raises his eyebrows at me and I give him the thumbs up, and
slip back to the kitchen. When I check in a few minutes
later, Troop is giving her a back rub on the couch - she has
her shirt off, but her bra strap is still fastened. She is
making happy little noises, and when Troop goes to the john
I come over and sit by her and stroke her shoulders. I bend
over and whisper that she needs a little romance, and I'd
like to lend her Troop for the night, and he is more than
willing to serve - would she like that? Well she keeps her
head down in the cushion and just nods - then puts her hand
out and squeezes my leg - and she says Thanks, love' - and
her voice breaks. Geez, I'm a puddle of noble sentiment by
now. So I undo her bra strap, and reach around and unbutton
her jeans, and pull them down, and there she is - her
beautiful legs, that blond hair, the side of her breast -
ooh, she was good enough to eat. I run my hands over her
bottom - she's wearing white cotton panties - and she moans
and pushes up into my hands.
OK, so Troop comes back and gets this little happy look
when he sees her, and I nod meaningfully to him. He takes
over the backrub, with his big strong hands, and the next
thing I know she's rolled over and they are kissing, and
then he's picking her up and carrying her into the bedroom,
just like Clark Gable. He leaves the door open, and I wonder
whether to go join them, but without an invitation I feel
like a third wheel - so I wait out in the living room. I'm
REAL turned on, but I don't feel like taking matters in my
own hands. Well pretty soon I can hear Judy moaning, then
rhythmic movement, harsh breathing, etc. - then Judy cries
out, in a way I know well - and finally Troop gives this
moose-like bellow he has when he comes - and hey, hearing
that, which I had come to think of as mine alone, REALLY
gave me a pang, so I'm all of sudden less turned on and more
sad.
So I wait a couple of minutes and go in, and there they
are, my man and my best friend, lying on the bed all sweaty
and full-frontal naked, Troop's cock at half-mast with juice
all over it, and Judy's legs apart and her pubic hair all
wet and matted and her pussy lips red and puffy. And they
have this blissful fucked-out look. Well, I say something
cheerful and bawdy and try not to act forlorn. Geez, it's
like I'm calling to them from far away and barely being
heard - but Judy finally looks up - Oh Princess!' - like
I'd just arrived from Mars - so she compliments me on what a
great lover Troop is, and what an incredible cock he has.
J: A big one, huh?
P: Ooops, Joe honey - well I guess that was likely to come
out - now you aren't going to get all worried about that
are you?
J: Oh no, I've heard the one about how size doesn't matter.
P: Well, I realize you boys don't believe that, and actually
there are certain advantages to a big one, but the truth is
there are also some countervailing advantages to an average
one - so size matters, but it isn't always a plus. Anyway,
from my experience with you this afternoon I'd say you are
above average.
J: Nice rehab job, Princess - don't worry, I'll be OK.
P: You sure will, honey. You like women, you listen, and you
like to give pleasure - and those are the things women
really want.
J: I take it Trooper has those qualities too.
P: Yeah, pretty much - there are very few women who don't
sit up and notice when he comes around. But the other side
is that Troop is very macho, hyper-masculine, which means he
can be a little rigid - and he doesn't always listen. I
think maybe you're a more adaptable, flexible kind of man,
and there's a special kind of sexiness that goes with
that...
J: Flatter away - the way to a man's heart is through his
ego...
P: Speaking of ways to the heart, this is a great salad!
J: No - me, me, me!...
P: [Giggles] Well I mean what I say about you, Joe... The
truth is I have a special need for Troop's kind of man as a
permanent mate, but for a lot of women he would be a pain in
the butt to live with - Hey, he's been a pain in the butt
for ME more than once [more giggles].. But that's another
matter ...
J: Hmmm, interesting... anyway, back to the naked people on
the bed - did they invite you to join them?
P: Judy did, and Troop kind of groggily seconded her, so I
took my clothes off and got on the other side of Judy and
snuggled up to her. Well of course I got all hot again,
playing with her nipples, and kissing her - she was lying
there kind of passively, but enjoying it - and then Troop
joined in on her from the other side. I could see he was
getting hard again, and I reached across her and fondled his
cock. Well instead of reciprocating to me, he started to
play with HER pussy, and she made these little purring
noises. I didn't want to seem selfish, so I didn't try to
compete for attention, and pretty soon Troop had half rolled
on her, and had one of his legs between hers, and they were
kissing again.
J: Oh damn - how did you feel?
P: Well, my inner child was whining Waaah, I want some of that.' But my
outer grownup said, You have him every night - this is for her - and she
seems to need a man more than a woman tonight.' And that was no surprise -
on the old homo-hetero spectrum, Judy has always been nearer the hetero
pole than me - the little thing we had together was out of the ordinary
for her.
J: Anyway, this time you were there to watch.
P: Yes, and it was quite a spectacle - you know I just love those nature
movies on TV when the big animals start fucking! There really wasn't much
preliminary stuff - he was all hard again very soon, and he just went into
her, and she wrapped those amazing legs of hers around him, and now
they're fucking away to beat the band, lots of heavy breathing and wet
slurpy sounds and bellies slapping. So I ask what I can do, and she says
"feel me." So I work my hand down under and in between them, and get two
fingers on her clittie and diddle it in between his thrusts. A mixture of
her juices and his come are running out of her, and she's making these
happy little noises. Then Troop says I should touch him behind, so I wet a
finger on my other hand and start rimming him. Geez, if I'd been an
octopus I probably could have given better service - I was in kind of a
contorted position - but I was really enjoying the scene - the musky
smells, the animal sounds, the sweaty skin glowing in the light - God, two
beautiful people really fucking close up is one of the great sights! ...
But my little auxiliary services probably bring things to a head
extra-fast - she comes pretty quick, he follows - God, it's amazing to see
how the muscles of his ass and legs tighten up and he holds this looooong
thrust - beautiful!
J: Ah we were so much younger then...
P: Yeah - you know, that year I bet Troop and I averaged
more than one orgasm a day fucking - gone are the snows...
Well I'd gotten plenty fired up watching this wonderful sex
show, and I'm ready for some attention to myself, so what do
you suppose happens?
J: They both fall asleep.
P: That's just what the fuckers did! I was so pissed! And
then felt guilty about it - after all, Judy had gotten just
what we brought her for - distraction, consolation,
relaxation, the basis for the good night's sleep she needed.
But my virtue and self-sacrifice couldn't get ME to sleep,
and I tossed and turned in the bed with the two of them,
frustrated and forlorn - finally went out to sleep on the
couch. I gave myself a perfunctory little jill-off out
there, and fell into an uneasy in and out of sleep thing ...
But listen, you're through your fettucine, and I've got all
this good veal getting cold, and, goddam, I want to eat it -
I'm hungry. So why don't I hold you in suspense for the end
of my story, and you tell me yours.
J: Deal ... Oh Princess, feels very nice - where'd THAT come
from?
P: Just wanted to see if you were keeping nice and warm and
hard down there, while my food gets cold - and you are -
J: Well you're giving new meaning to the concept "foot
massage"...
P: Oh I give good foot - did you hear about the coed who
says to the guy just cuz I can roll the back window down
with my toes, don't think I do this with all the boys..."?
-End of Chapter 4-
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