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Subject: Story: Masks of Masks 2 of 2 (m/f, multiple personality disorder)
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The Needle was Cleopatra's Needle, an obelisk erected
in Central Park many years ago. Located behind the
Met, it was an easily approachable place. John felt
very strongly that it had all the aspects of "neutral
ground," an agreed-upon place of neutrality. The
Needle, which gave an air of art and mysticism,
didn't really even attract that many bums, and it was
clearly out in the open.

John had really neglected New York. It was like a
elderly grandparent to him: rich, old, interesting,
extremely perverse and very odd. He hadn't explored,
hadn't roamed, hadn't moved beyond his well-trod path
between work and the train. This was his first time
in Central Park. He felt his whole world-view
changing as he contemplated this place of green
amidst the city.

"It is beautiful, isn't it?" Came that gravelly voice.

John looked around and saw Charly. This business of
knowing someone before you knew them was new for John
- and yet John realized that all he knew of Charly
was her face and her voice. Which was really nothing.

"No, it's pretty ugly. Weathered, beaten, looks like
a cheap Disney publicity stunt." John said,
appraising the hieroglyphic-covered monument.

"No, I meant the park. Here. This place." Charly
said. And then she held out her hand, and
superfluously said, "I'm Charly."

"Yes, I know. I saw your pic. What is it that you
wanted to talk about?"

"I needed to meet you John, because I'm frankly
concerned about Sarah and about the people she gives
her trust to. I wanted to meet you because Sarah says
your eyes are dreamy."

John just looked back at her, dully. His eyes weren't
focused on her.

"She was right."

John shrugged. "What's going on with you and Sarah? I
can't figure it out. You come across like a jealous
lover or..."

"Or a big sister? I'm a sister to her, in a way.
She's extremely important to me. We've been through
quite a lot together. She is furiously loyal. I
helped her when she left her mother, years ago. She
was only 16 then. I helped her make her way. She
lived with me until last year."

"I see."

"I know you're thinking it's some kind of bizarre
twisted co-dependent relationship - and I guess it is
in a way. I wouldn't have had to take her in if her
mother hadn't been so fucked up."

"What was fucked up about her?"

"You don't want to know. Look, let me explain some
things to you. Sarah is an innocent. She is a babe in
the woods."

"Uh-huh."

"She hasn't even had sex more than three times, with
three separate guys. One night stands, all of them.
She's terrified of intimacy."

"How can that be true when I've seen her dance - seen
her do things on camera that the whores downtown
would never even consider?"

"Because, John, she is very...she is not always
herself. She knows how to draw upon that part of
herself. I know how too."

"What part?"

"The female part. The very female part."

"I don't understand."

"If I wanted you John,  I could have you right now."

"No, you couldn't." John said, raising his voice.
There was still some uncertainty there.

"Yes, I could. Sarah and I are alike like that. There
are parts of her you will never see, or never know. I
take care of those parts."

John just looked at her, his eyes blazing. "I can't
believe you think I'd fuck her best friend. Like I'm
not in control of my dick or something."

"You don't believe me, John? Look at me again with
those eyes. I'll show you."

John shut up. He just turned away. "Look - if you
want me to stay away, well...."

"Well, what? You will?" Charly said softly.

"I don't know."

"Look, John, let's just not talk for now. Let me show
you some of the park. You look like you've never been
here."

"I haven't."

"Then don't be a little boy, and let me show you some
neat places."

"Alright."

She walked with him, taking his hand incongruously.
He didn't resist, just looking at her from time to
time out of the corner of his eye. He cursed himself
for finding her attractive, realizing that he kept
looking at the cleavage her tank-top afforded and
wondering about the lack of tan lines. 

She showed him the duck pond, the carousel, the boat
pond, the beautiful lawns, and finally the castle,
taking him all the way to the top and letting him
look out over the water and the fields. She talked to
him low, and stood too close to him

"You can have Sarah if you tell me that you will be
good to her." Charly said, the teasing in her voice
only a polite fiction.

"I never said I would do anything differently. And
who says you can give her to me?"

"I just know her very well - if I tell her to stay
away...but you know, I think I can trust your
instincts at least."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you sensed I was bisexual."

"Really?"

"Yes. I am. Have been all my life. How does that make
you feel?" She leaned back against him, wordlessly
letting him know that she knew he was hard. She felt
his penis pushing against her back.

"I have....I've had a fantasy..." He began.

"Of being in bed with two hot bi babes? Look - that's
not all it's cooked up to be. First of all, chycks
who dig chycks are usually nothing like Penthouse
Pets, and then there's the challenge of attempting to
satisfy two women: frequently all I hear are
complaints of exhaustion from the men I've shared
with women. But if you want to keep it as a
fantasy..." She pressed her rounded bottom against
his cock, moving her hips lightly. It refused to go
soft despite his trying to think of disgusting things
to make it so.

John pulled away from her, turning to look out over
the theatre nearby. "Look - if you've said what
you're going to say about Sarah, then I think I
should go."

"I don't think so, John - I know you are aroused by
me. That's hard to ignore." She stepped up to him,
putting her arms around his neck. "And you should
know that we share everything. Sarah won't mind."

He could almost feel her nipples against his chest,
she was forcing her tongue into his mouth and he
couldn't stop her. A wave of lust overcame him and he
began to kiss her back. She reached down between them
and stroked his cock through his slacks, letting him
know what she wanted.

"I think you would like to share the bed with Sarah
and I. She loves me. She would do it." Charly said
softly, and John closed his eyes, knowing that she
spoke the truth. He felt himself sinking into this
state of pure acceptance, walking as if he were asleep.

She took his hand, leading him away, down the stairs.
He didn't remember how they got to some place in the
Ramble, didn't remember what had happened to get her
on her knees in front of him, taking his cock in her
mouth. He thought about Sarah, and how much he loved
her, and tears began to flow down his cheeks as he
realized that Charly now controlled whether he saw
her again or not.

She sucked his come out of him, demanding it with her
tongue and her mouth. It was the best blowjob he had
ever had, and she lavished attention on every square
inch of his cock.  When he finally spilt his
ejaculate into her mouth, she looked up at him for a
moment in pure triumph, showing him that she was
savoring the seed. He saw her throat move and swallow
it.

She kissed him and he tasted his own sperm for the
first time, on her breath. She smiled at him. "I knew
you would see things my way."

He shook his head as if waking from a dream. "What do
you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean, John - we have an
understanding now, don't we? I don't think Sarah
would like to find out that you very willingly let me
go down on you. She hasn't really reacted well to the
news in the past."

John nodded dully.

Charly grinned. "But you have permission to fuck her
now. I will let Sarah know."

John just shook his head in disbelief.

"what? Don't want her now?" Charly said, grinning.

John turned and stared at a tree. "No - it's not that."

"Then what?"

"I can't believe you."

"Believe me. Ask Sarah sometime about her first time.
Then you'll understand."

John left her then, without even saying goodbye, not
understanding what had taken place, realizing that he
had been seduced and manipulated without a second
thought.

The rest of the day passed in a daze. John wasn't
used to receiving blowjobs on his lunch break. And
there were several voicemails from Sarah to contend
with when he got back. They sent shivers up his
spine, because he realized that she somehow knew what
Charly would be doing to him. 

He didn't have the nerve or the heart to call Sarah
right away. He saw watching stripper through his
window, and coming to realize a kind of sickness at
the pit of his stomach.

The phone rang at 4:45 and it was Sarah.

"Are you OK John? Did Charly hurt your feelings?"

"No, she's fine. I'm fine. It's OK. Really. Sarah -
you should come over to see me tonight. Can you spend
the night with me? We don't have to have sex. I just
want to get you alone. Tell you what - even better -
let's go upstate. There's gotta be someplace up
there...we can get away."

Silence answered him. Then a quiet voice. "OK. OK, I
will go with you. Another adventure? Do I need to
pack?"

"No, hon, I'll buy you whatever you need. I'm going
to rent a car. Talk to you soon."

He picked her up at her apartment in a rented Geo
Storm and they fought their way through weekend
traffic up over the Tappan Zee bridge, off into the
hinterlands. He had indeed located a bed and
breakfast up there. The place was beautiful and the
mom and pop owners thought they were newlyweds or a
boss and his secretary up for a fling - they captured
the owner's romantic imagination and there was quite
a fuss over them. They were settled into a beautiful
room with its own privacy balcony overlooking a
lovely mountain view only a few hours after leaving
the city, and Sarah regarded John as if he were some
sort of genie, having granted the secret wish of her
heart.

"Why John? Why are you doing this for me? I saw how
much this place costs."

"Nothing, really -compared to train tokens for a
month. Or my lunch for a week. Forget it."

"No, John - I can't forget it.  It means a lot to me.
A great deal to me. I didn't know how much I needed
this - peace."

John nodded, going to sit on the bed next to her. She
looked into his eyes, the eyes which drew her to him.
"I have to ask you a question, John - and I want you
to be clear with me. Truthful. I don't know what
Charly told you about me....but..."

"She didn't tell me anything, really." John lied.

Sarah bit her lip. "Did she do anything to you, or
with you?"

John looked down. "I..."

Sarah sighed, shaking her head.

"She did, didn't she?"

John nodded.

Sarah sighed. "I don't blame you, John. I'm glad you
didn't lie to me though. I knew she would try
something, and I know how she is."

John looked at her. "Your friend gives me a blowjob,
and you don't care?"

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Is that all she did? I
thought she would've fucked you."

John shook his head 'no.' "She did tell me to ask
about your first time though." He felt exposed, his
secrets completely bare.

Sarah nodded, and shivered for a second. She laid
back against the duvet cover on the bed, looking at
him. Her eyes were little-girl eyes. She opened her
arms to him and beckoned to hug her.

He held her and she whispered. "Yes. She was there
with me."

John nodded. "At your first time?"

"Yes. She was there. She held my hand." Her voice was
very soft, almost a whisper.

"She was holding your hand while some guy entered you?"

"Yes. She helped him inside me."

"Helped him?"

"Yes, she got him wet with her mouth."

"I see." He couldn't help but feel his cock stir next
to her, despite the strangeness in her voice.

"Then what happened?" John asked.

"He fucked me. She tickled his balls. Finally, he
came inside me. This was before condoms were
necessary. She licked his semen out of me, even
though I told her not to. I was too wasted to stop
her. "

"What about you?"

"Huh?"

"Did you get anything from this?"

She shook her head "no."

"Have you ever had a lover that...pleasured you?"

"What do you mean?"

"That made you come."

"Except for my fingers you mean?" Sarah said.

"Yes." John said softly.

Sarah sighed. "No." 

"Sarah?" John's voice caressed her.

"Yes?"

"I want to make love to you."

Sarah looked at him. There was fear on her face. "You
do?"

"No - no, it's not like that...I want to do it only
if you really want it."

Sarah's eyes scrunched up. "You mean you won't if I
say 'no'?"

"I won't."

Sarah nodded. "Can we sleep and talk about it
tomorrow?"

John nodded, got up, turned out the light, and that
was it.

Except, in the middle of the night, he felt Sarah's
mouth on him, licking and sucking, taking his cock
deep into her throat for a moment, then continuing to
lick and suck. It was curiously like Charly's blowjob
earlier that day. But so much more sincere, so much
more loving. John didn't want to say a word to spoil
it. She pleasured him without stopping and he came in
her throat directly - no mess, no fuss. And fell back
to sleep despite his wishes and half-hearted attempts
to arouse her.

In the morning, he was hard again, and she offered to
give him another blow job wordlessly, by bending down
over his penis, but he stopped her. He looked in her
eyes. "You want ..."

"No...just let me..."

He wordlessly crept down the bed to the now-stubbly
pussy he had once gazed at through a silicon window.
She looked as if he were a snake, about to bite her.

"Can I?" He asked softly.

Sarah closed her eyes. She let her richly red hair
fan out like a halo around her head on the pillow,
laying back. She nodded "yes."

He started by just washing her all over like a cat,
wetting her labia and letting her get used to the
feeling of his tongue on her. He felt the stubble on
his tongue but didn't care, didn't worry about it,
would've licked there anyway. He kept licking and
licking, avoiding her clit, avoiding opening up her
labia. She moved just a little bit as she got used to
the feeling. Finally, he let the tip of his tongue
unseal her labia, let it dip down into that little
furrow and tease her. Tastes met his tongue and
tantalized him - the very female tastes of a woman
aroused. He took his time, making pathways and
patterns across her labia, dipping down into her
furrow as he passed over. He listened for her
breathing to change. After a lot of teasing with his
tongue (which was tiring, but he didn't care) she
finally began to move her lower body, pushing up
against him, trying to move his tongue as he moved it
through its courses, always changing, never stopping.
He smiled inwardly, and began paying more attention
to the line between her labia, moving slowly,
ever-so-slowly up and down that axis of pleasure. She
was opening up to him like a flower, he noticed the
blood which had made his face warm next to her
prickly pear. She let him in to her, and he felt the
change as she began to move against his face, and his
tongue began to dance up and down her cleft with
double-spirals, moving across her clit now that it
was hard and protruding. She gasped each time he did.

"Please don't stop." She said - the first and only
words to break the silence.

He didn't stop, even though his tongue felt like one
major cramp about to happen, he didn't care.
Something inside him shifted down to just focusing on
her pussy, and his whole universe became that place
between her legs.

Her orgasm was soundless, but John felt it like a
deep tremor through her entire body. He felt her legs
clench his face and knew not to stop - it was all he
could do to keep his tongue on the now-moving target.
But she held his head in place as she came.

He couldn't believe his cock was soft underneath him
- but all the work he had done was just that - work.
It had started out extremely erotic and now his work
was done.  He held her instead of trying to somehow
get his penis into the act, and for that she was
grateful. She couldn't even think about anything
else. The fact of her pleasure resounded through her
entire being.

She held him, clung to him. She felt as though the
bed was spinning and he was the only thing keeping
her from flying off into the universe. She held to
him and cried, her tears softening his cock.

They awoke later that afternoon - a Saturday
afternoon, and she heard a strange noise coming from
her purse. Her beeper. It was Charly calling her,
trying to get to her.

John took the beeper from her and shut it off. "No.
You're not going to call her this weekend. This is
our time together."

She nodded at him, meek in the light of his forceful
pronouncement. They ate from a tray of fruit that was
placed magically outside their door. They dipped
strawberries and banana sections in chocolate and
caramel. They fed each other.

She smeared caramel on her breasts and John licked it
off, teasing her nipples as he did. Started to squirm
- the energy from the food hitting them both at the
same time. 

"John...I...." Sarah said, quietly.

"What is it sweetheart?"

"John, I want you inside me."

He took her there on the bed, and she met him back
with thrusting and pleasure. She wrapped her legs
around him and kept him inside her.

In the end he came inside of her with her mounted on
top of him, touching her nipples and teasing his own
with her fingertips - despite the lack of sensitivity
from the condom, he felt each touch on his nipples
send him closer and closer to the edge, until finally
he was filling up the Trojan with his seed.

They stayed there the rest of the weekend, taking a
long walk Sunday morning up into the mountainous
hills, until no one else was around, where they made
love again under the trees.

Late Sunday evening they drove back into the city.
John asked her where she wanted to go - to his place,
or to hers...and she said to her place. He took her
to her stoop and got out of the car with her.

"Are you sure you're going to be OK?'

"Yeah, John, I am. You've helped us in some ways."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean - me, you've helped me. We've never
experienced...."

"You keep saying 'we.'"

Sarah nodded. "You have to forgive me. I mean, I've
never experienced pleasure like what you did..."

She started to climb her stairs.

She turned. "You know Charly won't let me see you
again."

John just stood there, like a board had been broken
across his face.

"I thought you said you loved me..." He finally
managed to say.

She kissed him softly, kissed his stunned lips. 

"I do - but that doesn't matter." Sarah said. She was
still smiling.

John felt the whole world collapsing on him.

"But I promise... I won't forget you." Sarah said. 

And for a moment, her face changed, and she ran
through all of her own masks, each face kissing him
goodbye, leaving him there standing on the stoop,
wondering who he had been with all weekend long.






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