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  Jay stepped back and untied her scarf, then slowly unbuttoned her soft pink blouse. He pulled the blouse’s tails from her burgundy skirt and slid the garment off her shoulders.

  Barbara stood in a haze, wondering how Jay would see her, glad she had allowed Maggie to talk her into wearing her new, more daring, white lace underwear. She started to raise her arms to cover herself, but she heard Jay’s voice. “Oh, my,” Jay said, his eyes roaming over her body. “I expected you to have a nice figure, but you’re really beautiful.”

  Barbara knew she weighed more than she should, but the look in Jay’s eyes said he thought she was desirable. Her arms fell limply to her sides. Jay placed his hands on her ribs, then slowly slid them upward toward her breasts. “Your skin is so soft, like warm satin.” His fingers reached Barbara’s full breasts, still encased in the silk-and-lace bra. She felt him stroke her flesh softly, the touch muffled through the fabric. Go faster, she screamed in her mind. Push me onto the bed and fuck me. Get this waiting over with.

  “No rushing,” Jay purred as if reading her mind. “It’s hard for me to wait, but this first time for us this night will live in my mind for a long time. I want it to be perfect. I want you to want me, not to get it over with just because your body feels empty, hollow, needy.”

  “But…”

  He covered her protest with his lips, his thumbs now stroking her nipples through the cloth. Barbara knew how tight her nubs had become, and she felt the wet swelling between her legs. Jay kissed and rubbed, then held her tight while he found and opened the clasp of her bra. He let the garment drop to the floor and admired Barbara’s firm breasts. He bent, touching the tip of his tongue to each crest in turn, until Barbara’s knees threatened to buckle. She heard a low moan and realized that it came from her.

  Jay knelt in front of her, unfastened her skirt and pulled it down. “Oh, honey,” he said, seeing the matching panties and garter belt Maggie had insisted upon. “This is so sexy. I want to go slowly but you are making it very difficult.” She wore the panties over the garters, so Jay lowered the tiny wisp of fabric until she could step out of it. Then he guided her to the bed with the stockings and garter belt still in place. “I think making love to a woman with stockings on like this is one of the sexiest things,” he purred.

  She stretched out on the bed, rubbing the sole of her nyIon-covered foot over the quilt. She watched as Jay removed his shirt, then she looked at the body now revealed. He was tanned, but looked like he hadn’t worked out in years. No perfect athletic body. just a man’s chest covered with tightly curled hair. Not intimidating, she thought. She saw that Jay had already removed his shoes and socks and was unzipping his pants. I wish I were brave enough, Barbara thought with the part of her brain still capable of thought. I would sit up and help him pull off his shorts. Maybe, she thought. Maybe.

  Jay, now naked, stretched out beside Barbara on the wide double bed. He kissed her again, then bent down and licked a swollen nipple. “Oh, yes,” Barbara purred. “Yes.” Hesitantly she cupped the back of his head and held him as he suckled. Shivers echoed through her body, centering now deep in her belly. She felt herself getting wetter and wanted him to touch her. Soon, she thought. Soon I’ll be brave, able to touch what I want. Able to ask, show, guide.

  Jay placed the palm of his hand on her belly and, over the lace of the garter belt, lowered it to the thatch of springy hair below. “So hot,” he purred. “So hungry.” His fingers probed, finding her hard clit, her swollen lips, her wet center. “I want you to come for me, baby. I want to watch you as you take your pleasure.” He rubbed, using all his senses to discover exactly what she liked, what sent her higher. “Oh,” he said, “you like to be touched right here.”

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned, now incapable of any thought. “Yes.”

  “Open your eyes and took at me. I want to see your eyes when you come.”

  It was difficult, but Barbara opened her eyes and looked at Jay. His concentration was complete. He was stroking, rubbing, probing, all the while not taking his smoky eyes from hers. Barbara spread her legs still more, making it easier for him to reach all the places she had learned about in the past week. She couldn’t speak, so she tried to tell him everything with her body and he learned quickly. Slowly he insinuated one finger into her wet channel. “That feels good, doesn’t it?” he said as she gasped.

  “Oh, yes,” Barbara said, her eyes closing.

  “No baby,” he said. “Don’t close your eyes. Look at me.”

  Barbara forced her eyes open. “It’s hard,” she said.

  “I know, but it makes you think about something other than my hand. I want my face to fill over your mind while I fill your body.” Slowly a second finger joined the first, then his thumb began flicking over her clit. “Yes, I can watch your eyes glaze with the pleasure I’m giving you. You’re so hot, so hungry. I like it that I can do that to you. I can fill you, stroke you.” He leaned over and licked her nipple. “Even bite you.” He lightly closed his teeth on her tender flesh, causing small shards of pain to knife through her breast. “But the slight pain is exciting, isn’t it?”

  It was, she realized. The combination of sensations was electric. “Yes. It’s good.”

  “I knew it would be.”

  He dipped his head and, as his fingers drove in and out of her pussy, he spread her legs wide and flicked his tongue over her clit. “Oh, God, she cried, her voice hoarse, all but unable to drag air into her lungs. She came as only her own fingers had been able to make her come before. He kept pulling her along, bringing waves of pleasure to her entire body. As she continued to spasm, she felt his hand withdraw. With his mouth sucking at her clit, she felt him awkwardly move around the bed, then heard the tear of paper. Briefly he sat up and, as Barbara’s body throbbed with continued pleasure, unrolled a condom over his erection. He crouched over her for just a moment, then drove his hard cock deep into her. “Honey,” he cried as she twisted her stocking-covered legs around his waist. “Honey, now! Yes!”

  His back arched and he groaned as he pistoned into Barbara’s wet body. Harder and harder he pumped until, with a roar, he came deep inside her. Her legs held him tightly against her as the waves of orgasm claimed them both.

  It took several minutes for their bodies to calm and for their breathing to slow. “Oh, honey,” Jay said. “That was sensational. I didn’t expect you to be so responsive. You are a very sexy lady.”

  Barbara preened. She was feeling like a sexy lady, and she wanted to be a sexy lady. She wanted to be able to do to a man what Jay had just done to her. She had never even considered anything like that before. Conservative, mousy Barbara. Not anymore.

  Chapter

  6

  “It was like a revelation. I understood things. I want to be a sexually free woman. Not necessarily like you, Maggie,” Barbara said the next morning as she devoured a piece of toast, “but I want to feel free to do anything sexually I want.”

  “That’s quite a change from the frightened and uncertain woman who left here last evening.”

  Barbara’s eyes sparkled, her skin glowed. “I know, and I have no idea where it came from. But as Jay and I were making love, I just knew. I want to learn. I want to experiment. I want to do things that I never even knew existed.” She giggled. “I don’t even know what those things are, I just know there’s more to sex than I’ve ever imagined.”

  “What about Jay? Won’t he teach you?”

  “Of course and I want to learn with him, but now I want to know everything, taste everything. Taste everyone.” She looked down, then laughed. “You know what I mean. I guess the genie’s out of the bottle and I don’t want her to go back inside.”

  Maggie’s grin spread from ear to ear. “I’m so happy for you, Barbara. I just knew that once you discovered good sex, you’d be unstoppable.” She’d known no such thing, but what the hell. She was winning and, although Angela wanted marriage and a home for Barbara, it was, after all, Barbara’s decision. And it seemed she
had made it. “So you and Jay had it good last evening.”

  “Oh Lord, it was cosmic. We made love, then talked for a while, then made love again.” She smiled, remembering the second time.

  “God Barbara it’s such a turn-on to watch someone like you open up.”

  It was about midnight and they lay side by side on Barbara’s bed, the quilt thrown over them. It had only been an hour since her last orgasm, and already she was excited again. “I don’t know how to express all the things I’m feeling.”

  “I can imagine,” Jay said, his hand holding hers. “Your excitement is contagious. I’m not usually so quick to recover, but feel.” He placed her hand on his again-erect cock. “Feel what you do to me.”

  “I like that. But I’m not responsible for your excitement.”

  “And who else is in this bed with me.” He reached over and inserted one finger between her legs. She was wet. “And you are as excited as I am.”

  “It’s just that we made love only an hour ago.”

  “And…?”

  “I should be lying here in some kind of afterglow, not lusting like an animal.”

  “I guess we’re both animals then. And what are you lusting for?”

  Barbara giggled. “I guess I have to admit that I want you again.”

  “I’m glad you do. What would you like?”

  “You know.”

  “You want me to make love to you again.” Jay raised himself up on one elbow and looked down at Barbara. She nodded almost imperceptibly. “Tell me,” Jay urged. “Say yes.”

  “Yes.”

  “What would you like me to do? What gave you pleasure?”

  Barbara pictured Jay’s hands on her breast. And his mouth. That was what she wanted. But she couldn’t say the words. “Everything you did gave me pleasure.”

  “Cop-out. Not an answer. What did you like best? When I nibbled your ear? When I stroked your tits? When I rubbed your cunt?”

  Barbara’s face went red. “Everything. Just love me.”

  “Maybe you need a lesson in words. Saying the words is very erotic. It’s difficult and embarrassing, but it’s also very exciting. Dirty words. Words your mother told you never to say. Words like ‘fuck’ and ‘pussy’ and ‘dick.’ Maybe you need a lesson on how to say those dirty words and ask for what you want.” He placed his free hand flat on her belly and leaned his mouth against her ear. “What would you like this hand to do?”

  Barbara was silent.

  “Do you want it on your tits?”

  She nodded slightly.

  “Say it. Say, ‘I want your hand on my tits.’”

  “I can’t say that,” Barbara said, trying to contain the nervous giggle that threatened to erupt.

  “Yes, you can and you will.” He moved his hand upward until his fingers surrounded her breast. He moved his fingertips slightly, rubbing her ribs, nowhere near where she wanted his hands. “Say, ‘Touch my tits.’”

  “Touch me.”

  Jay shook his head. “Not good enough. Say ‘tits.’ Say it or I won’t touch you.”

  His fingers were making her crazy. Her nipples were hard little buds aching for his hands and his mouth. She knew how good it had been just an hour before and she wanted it again. But could she say those words? She formed the word “tit” in her mind, then almost strangled on it. She couldn’t get it out.

  Jay’s tongue was in her ear, licking and probing. Then he whispered, “Touch my tits. That’s all you have to say.”

  His mouth was driving her wild. “Touch my…tits.” There, she had said it.

  “Such a good girl,” Jay purred, his fingers squeezing her breasts and playing with her nipples. He pinched hard enough to make her gasp, but there was a stab of pleasure, too. “Now you probably want me to suck them, too. Tell me.”

  “Yes, please,” she moaned.

  “Say, ‘Suck my tits.’”

  “Suck my…tits.” It was easier this time. “Please. I need your mouth.”

  “Oh, honey,” Jay said, his mouth descending. He licked and sucked, and bit her. It was all ecstasy. For several minutes Jay played with her breasts, stroking, kneading, suckling. “God, you taste good,” he purred. “But now it’s time for more. You’re hungry for me. You want my hands in your pussy. Say ‘pussy.’”

  Hearing the word made her back arch, the need almost overwhelming. “Jay, please touch me. I want you so much.”

  “I know you do. I know you want me enough to say the words. ‘Touch my pussy.’”

  “Touch my pussy. Jay, please.”

  “Oh, yes,” Jay said, his fingers now busy driving her higher and higher. “Now I want something from you,” Jay said. “Open your eyes.” She did and saw his hand around his cock. “I want you to suck me the way I did it to you.”

  “I don’t know how, Barbara said, suddenly cold and frightened. She had heard of women who “gave good head.” There must be a knack to it. She couldn’t, didn’t know how.

  “That’s all right, I’ll teach you.” His hands still in her crotch, Jay turned, then knelt on the bed, his cock now only inches from her mouth. “Open your mouth. Just let me rub my cock over your lips so you get the feel of it.” He stroked her lips with the velvety tip of his hard erection. “I’ll teach you the best way. Do you want me to lick your pussy?”

  “Yes.”

  He lay beside her, his head near her cunt, his cock only an inch from her mouth. His fingers continued to work their erotic magic. “Say ‘pussy.’ I know that as much as you deny it, saying those words makes you hot. Say it.”

  “Pussy,” Barbara whispered.

  “Such a good girt. Now I’m going to lick you. Try to duplicate what you feel with your tongue and my cock. If I lick slowly…” He gently licked the length of her slit. “…I want you to lick me slowly. Do it for me.”

  She used her fingertips to guide his cock close to her mouth. “Like this?” she whispered. She started about half-way down his shaft and licked to the tip as if it was a lollypop.

  “Oh, God,” he groaned. “Oh, honey.”

  Barbara was amazed at her ability to give him pleasure. She licked again and felt his sharp intake of breath.

  Jay licked Barbara’s clit lightly and she licked the tip of his cock the same way. Jay breathed hot air on Barbara’s pussy and she breathed hot air onto his wet flesh. When Jay sucked her clit into his mouth, she was almost unable to think clearly enough to suck his cock, but when she did, she was rewarded with his moan. “Lady, you’re a quick study.”

  Barbara could feel the vibrations of his voice against her hot flesh. “I hope so,” she purred, hoping he could feel the same thing.

  “You are a witch,” he said, getting to his knees. He turned, put on a condom, crouched over her and plunged into her body. When his cock was deeply embedded in her cunt, he lifted and turned them both until she was straddling him. He held her hips and alternately lifted her and plunged her down onto his shaft. Harder and harder he drove into her, drove her onto him. “Say ‘Fuck me good,’” he cried.

  “Oh, Jay, fuck me good,” she cried as she climaxed.

  “Yessss,” he hissed as he, too, came.

  Barbara had been spending most of her weekends with Jay for more than a month before she saw Maggie again. One evening at the beginning of May, while Barbara was pouring herself a beer to go with the just-delivered pizza, Maggie walked into the kitchen.

  “How have you been?” Maggie asked, dropping into a chair.

  “Great. I’ve missed you.” Barbara crossed to Maggie’s chair and gave her a great bear hug.

  “I haven’t missed you, because, for me, I just saw you yesterday. How long has it been, and how is Jay?”

  “It’s the eighth of May and my dates have been great. We fuck like bunnies.”

  “Fuck. Such language.” She tsk-tsked. “The Barbara I knew would never have used a word like that.”

  “I know, and I do keep it to a minimum except with you and Jay. But that’s what it is, really.
Wild, animal fornication, and it feels wonderful.”

  “That’s terrific,” Maggie said, taking a slice of pizza. She had discovered that she could eat what she wanted and food tasted great, although she had no concept of what happened after she swallowed. “I’m happy for you. Are you and Jay permanent? You know, forever?”

  “Oh, Maggie,” Barbara said, sitting across from her friend and taking a few large swallows of her beer. “I don’t understand all this.”

  Maggie chewed, then said, “What’s to understand? You said you guys were great together.”

  “I know, but it’s not enough, somehow. I don’t know. I’ve probably made love more in the past few weeks than I did in the previous thirty-one years. And I like Jay.” As Maggie raised an eyebrow, Barbara continued. “I do. Really. It’s just…Oh, forget it. I can’t explain it.”

  “You know, I have no idea who decides when I appear, but whoever it is and however it’s done, it seems you need someone to talk to right now. Try to explain.”

  Barbara took another long swallow of her beer and considered her words while Maggie devoured a slice of pizza. “Okay, let me put it this way. Jay’s a real nice guy, but he’s, how can I put this, predictable. We go to one of three restaurants for dinner. When I suggest somewhere else, he’s willing but not anxious, so I don’t pursue it. After dinner we go back to his place. We both love old movies, so we watch one of the tapes he has, usually an old John Wayne flick. We share some wine, get hot and make love. All fine, but…”

  “Dull?”

  Barbara sighed. “Yeah. Dull. After that first explosive night, when we made love twice, it’s once, we doze, then he takes me home. That once is fantastic, don’t get me wrong. But I thought that great sex like that first night was the answer to some question I didn’t know I had.”

  “Great sex is just that, great, but it’s also not life.”