Robard moved his hand down her thigh. He couldn't even begin to remember how long it had been since he first desired Ryan, to feel every inch of her body. It had been years anyway. And now, incredibly, she was his.
"Gentle, Rob," said Ryan softly. He bent over and kissed her softly on the mouth. Instead of driving his tongue in between her teeth, letting his passion loose all at once, he controlled himself. He knew this was a shock for Ryan, sex with a man. His lips gently caressed her lips in a loving way designed to win her over. Ryan was a thoroughbred. She was not to be broken, but coaxed.
"Don't worry, Ry. There's nothing in the world I wouldn't do to make you happy right now. Nothing." He kissed her cheeks, first one, then the other. His fingers moved simultaneously over her excited, upturned breasts.
Ryan watched in fascination as this man's hand explored her. The strength of it, its broadness, the veins which supplied it with power, stood out in sharp contrast with her soft full flesh. She shivered in anticipation and partly in fear. It had been a long time since a man had had his hands on her, despite Dex's accusations in the past.
She had slept fitfully for about two hours and had woken up to find Robard lying next to her. He had been watching her sleep, but had done nothing else. She had gone to bed naked, willing to risk the kind of provocation she supposed that was for a man. But she was wrapped up in the covers, and these Robard had not disturbed. When she awoke, though, his body was spread out beside her naked.
Now the muscles of his body were alive. She put a hand on his side and felt the ripple of his muscle. A shock ran through her. She felt that point deep in her belly go soft. She wanted him. His body excited her. She followed the line of his hip down to his crotch. She sucked in her breath audibly. It was large, larger than she had expected or ever seen on a man. His cock was circumcised, and the large red head of it secreted a liquid out of the slit.
"Enjoying yourself?" he said, nuzzling her neck. Her eyes replied yes before she had time to speak. He took her hand from his side and moved it down to his crotch. "Then feel all of it," he added in a hoarse whisper. The feel of her long fingers on his cock made it stiffen up violently. A grunt of pleasure came out of her slender throat as she felt his excitement.
Robard moved his hand down to her pussy, stroking the soft hairs and fingering the swelling labia gently. Her hand gripped his cock hard as it jerked wildly. He stuck his tongue out and licked down the side of her neck. He wanted desperately to let loose, to have violent sex with her. He wanted her to do the same, to attack with all the hunger he felt was pent up in her.
"You're the first man, Rob, in such a long time. I'd forgotten what it was like," she said quietly, stroking his prick appreciatively.
"Then take it," he replied hoarsely. He knew he couldn't keep up his own self-control much longer. He wanted his mouth eating every part of her body. He wanted to feel her lips on his cock and then his cock in her cunt. "You've got me all worked up. I don't know if I can…"
Ryan suddenly shifted herself down on the bed and licked over his chest. She took his hard man's nipple in her mouth and sucked it.
It was a signal. She wanted sex from him the way he wanted to make it. He grabbed the back of her head, running his fingers hungrily through her long hair. Her small teeth bit down on his nipple. He felt his cock rear up against her thigh.
"Suck my prick, Ry. Put it in your mouth and suck."
She grunted a reply and moved her head down his belly, her tongue licking his skin, slicking down the line of hair that went from his chest to his crotch.
As her tongue reached the beginning of his prick, he turned himself around so that he could lick down her smooth thighs. Her pussy was only a few inches from his mouth. He could feel the heat rising out of it. The sexy smell of it made his nostrils flare as he breathed her odor in deeply. The tip of her tongue slid under his cock and licked. His prick bucked wildly, straightening out to full length. Only five minutes ago he would never have dreamed that that sensual mouth would be sucking up his penis.
He had always heard the story that if you could get a lesbian interested in making it with you, that it was the wildest sex imaginable. Women like that were not used to just lying back and taking it. They wanted a body. They wanted it in their mouth, in their cunts, everywhere.
"Ry, you're fabulous," he muttered under his breath. He half wanted to have her hear it and half not. It embarrassed him slightly to be so in awe of a woman. But he had wanted her all this time, and now here she was in bed with him. There was good reason to feel this kind of wonder and elation. It was like the triumph of winning a long race.
Her mouth sucked his cock into her throat. This was her reply. Suddenly she felt she had to do everything, give him everything. His cock moved by itself in her mouth, flexing as she sucked it up and down.
In seconds Robard's mouth was on her crotch. His tongue darted over the widening gash opening to let him inside her vulva. With his lips and tongue he explored the outside of her cunt, feeling for the nub of flesh that was the key to really turning her on. He found her clit still nestled in the hood of flesh and tickled it with the tip of his tongue. It stiffened immediately, and he took it gently between his teeth and tugged on it. He heard a gasp come out of her throat and then she went wild on his cock, sucking it deep down into her throat. Her fingers played over his hairy balls, feeling their weight.
Ryan pulled her mouth off his prick suddenly. It jerked in the cool air. She watched it bobbing, staring at the slick wetness of it from her saliva mixed with his pre-cum. It was a few inches from her nose. What would it feel like to have it fucking into her cunt, she thought. At that instant she felt his tongue lunge into her. A small cry escaped from her as the tongue plunged inside her, churning around. It was as if Robard were reading her mind and answering.
She pulled his cock to one side and licked over his balls. They moved under her tongue as she laved them over, wetting the hairs down to the large globes. She wanted them in her mouth, and she wondered if he would like that. Maybe he would be afraid she was going after him, trying to castrate him. He must have all kinds of funny ideas about lesbians, she thought. But her desire took over from her doubts. First one, then the other globe slipped into her mouth. She held them there, pulling on the skin gently, rolling his balls around on her tongue.
His fucking tongue started to hit places inside her that were going to drive her out of control. She slipped his balls out of her mouth. She was afraid she might hurt him in the madness which was ready to sweep over her.
She clutched his cock in her hand and shoved it in her mouth. The thickness of it hardened like steel between her lips. He started to grind his hips slightly, shoving his cock in and out of her mouth as he sucked violently on her cunt.
Under his tonguing and sucking her pussy was beginning to open wide, to flush with juice. He clutched her ass and shoved her cunt harder against his mouth. It wasn't enough. He wanted to lick deep inside her, eat every bit of that swollen hot flesh. He licked roughly over the slippery lips of her cunt.
Robard spread her thighs as wide as he could and licked up and down her crack. He followed the fuzzy line of pussy hair back behind her cunt and into the crevice of her ass. He parted her two full cheeks and gazed at her puckered asshole. He wanted that too.
Without thinking about what her reaction would be he licked down into her ass, then shoved the tip of his tongue against the hole. Her body tensed in surprise as his tongue began to invade her asshole. Then she spread her thighs wider so that he could get into her.
He fucked his cock into her throat as his tongue shoved up her ass. She grabbed hold of his butt, her nails dug into the hard muscle and she gulped up his cock.
In and out his tongue went in her ass until he wanted her cunt again. He moved his head out from between her thighs and sucked up her pussy. The pink gash was now red. The cunt lips were slick with dripping juice. He ate her cunt for a while, smearing her pre-cum all over his mouth and chin as he sucked, then he pulled his mouth away and caught his breath.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Ry?" His voice was hoarse. He pulled his head up so that he could see her face. Her mouth still held his stiff prick in her lips.
Dreamily, her eyes half shut, she let his cock pull out of her mouth. She lolled her head to one side and opened her eyes.
"Fuck me, yes, I want you to fuck me. But shit…" A look of confusion spread over her face: "I'm not on the pill or anything. I don't even know what time of the month it is for me. Rob, I don't want to get pregnant."
He couldn't control himself. Robard started to laugh. It was infectious. In seconds they were both laughing.
"Well, I never needed to," Ryan protested, as she caught her breath.
"I suppose you've got a natural birth control system working," he replied, wiping the tears from his eyes. It was all so silly all of a sudden. He looked down and saw his cock all limp. "Look what it's done to my prick, your Goddamn birth control."
"Oh, I'll take care of that," she cooed. "I've learned a lot in the last few minutes," she added letting her tongue stick out and lick over her lips. Then she burst out laughing again. "What kind of a whore do you think I'd make? Dex always said I was one anyway."
"Damn good one…" He nuzzled back down between her thighs. A sniff of her rich, velvety cunt and his cock was stiffening again. The sudden power of his erection stopped the laughter between them immediately. Ryan licked the head of the erect rod. It bobbed and oozed. She licked the bubble of pre-cum into her mouth, tasting its saltiness.
Robard in return licked into her cunt, parting the fat labia and drinking in her juices. They both wanted to taste each other, eat each other now.
Robard pulled away from Ryan and flipped his body around. The cock in her mouth was replaced by his tongue as they kissed wildly, flailing their tongues together in the wet recesses of their sucking mouths.
Robard pulled off and said, "I'll come on your belly, I promise." She nodded, trusting him. A wild thought leaped into his head at that very moment. He could fuck her in the ass. That way he would have the full pleasure of coming inside her. He almost opened his mouth to pose the question to her. Suddenly his better judgment took over.
Ryan had been so passionate, so free with him, he bad forgotten that she preferred women. What was happening between them was an exception, a crazy aberration for her. If he didn't want her to hate him tomorrow, he'd better go easy with her today. He shut his mouth tight and put the fantasy out of his mind.
Instead, he caressed the fullness of her soft ass. She spread her legs slowly, opening herself up to him. Her long white fingers groped down for this cock. Finding the rod stiff and ready, an involuntary groan of pleasure crept out of her throat. She wanted him and she wanted him inside her. That's all that counted now, he thought to himself.
He moved up over her, straddling her chest with his thighs. The full globes of her breasts rested against her rib cage. Her nipples were red and excited. He cupped her breasts in his hands and pressed them together. Then he moved up a little further and lowered himself down on her. His balls brushed her belly as he stuck his cock in between her tits. The pre-cum and saliva had slicked it down so that it slipped easily in and out between the soft flesh. He closed his eyes and shuddered. It felt so good shoving his dick in between those hot tits.
He pulled his cock out and bent down to take one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked and tugged on it violently. A small cry sprang from her throat as she began to writhe under his sexual attack.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Rob," she cried out hoarsely. This was all he needed to hear.
He moved down, spread her thighs wider and rubbed the tip of his prick against her cunt lips, wetting it all down in her juice. Then he placed it carefully at the opening and eased it inside her. Her eyes opened wide as his prick parted the folds of flesh and plunged into her.
She had thought it might hurt. Instead, it seemed to fill her up inch by inch until she knew she could hold no more. She squeezed her cunt muscles down around his prick. The cock reared in response. A sigh came out of her throat.
Slowly he pulled his cock out and plunged it in full length. A gasp came out of her as he repeated it and then began fucking her steadily. A few minutes of fucking, and Ryan was slamming her crotch up to meet him as he plunged in. He could feel his balls whacking gently against the soft globes of her ass as he fucked.
They built up speed. Sweat trickled off them. The sweat from his hairy chest dripped onto her full pointed breasts, making them glisten as he watched and fucked. His eyes soaked up her body. Her lids were shut down tightly on her eyes. She was concentrating everything in her on her cunt.
Ryan opened her eyes for a minute and took in the sweating male animal plunging his cock into her. For a split second she wondered what she was doing with herself, then the pleasure took over. The thrusts of his cock in her sent successive shivers up her spine which built up into a steady roar. He was urging her to the peak. She grabbed onto his broad back and sent her hips up again to meet his fucking.
"Ooh, fuck, Rob. I'm going to come. Oh, harder, faster."
He plunged in and out of her, gritting his teeth, trying to think of something else to keep from shooting inside her cunt. Suddenly she yelped, and he could feel her cunt grab hold of his cock and shiver in spasms. Ryan groaned loudly as she came. Her head reared back violently as she shuddered over the climax.
Robard couldn't control himself any longer. Even though she was still riding out the last spasms of her orgasm, he couldn't keep his prick inside her without coming. He whipped it out quickly and jutted his crotch forward. His balls pulled up tight to his rod as the first jerk sent his cum spurting out the slit onto her breasts.
Ryan moaned as the splatter of his hot cum rained down on her. She opened her eyes and watched his cock jerk and spurt out the sperm onto her skin. Her orgasm was subsiding into afterglow as his prick spurted one last jet of cum onto her belly.
Robard rolled over, exhausted, onto his side.
"Oh, Ry. I don't believe it, but it was fantastic. I don't think I've been so excited since I was a kid." He was breathing heavily, waiting to catch his breath and for his heart to begin to beat at a normal rate.
Ryan lay silent for a while, not knowing how to reply to what he had said. It had been good for her, a surprise, a pleasant one. But now she wondered why. She liked Robard, she admired his body, and appreciated the power of his maleness to excite her. But it was somehow not real. She needed a woman. And now, she thought to herself, she didn't have one.
What was it that brought gay people down to the Village, year after year, lured from all parts of the world? Dex couldn't find the words, but she could feel the undercurrent of magnetic force. Though the streets were quiet, the few strollers that she saw seemed alive in a special way. And curious. Curious to see behind the deadpan mask of her face.
Ordinarily, she would have responded with her own answering curiosity. But not tonight. She walked with a tight spring in her step, going west, toward the gathering places. The small eateries where girls sat at counters and waited for time to pass until it was late enough for action in the bars.
Dex peered in through window panes, hoping that she might find Morton. By some off-chance of luck, she might run into Morton and clue the girl in about Ryan's expected rampage.
Besides, there was nothing else to do. The prospect of sitting at a bar and waiting for the inevitable made Dex shudder. She had to do something active, no matter how futile it seemed.
She walked for an hour, circling widely and sauntering down the crooked, out-of-the-way streets. Then, out of desperation, she went to Morton's house.
It was against all the rules of order to visit Morton uninvited. The first time Dex had done so was the last. She could still hear the shrill voice of Morton's temper ringing in her head. Morton didn't like anyone to know the name or face of her current lover. Her home was her turf… Only Morton herself could prowl there.
Dex stood at the curb's edge and looked up along the zigzag line of fire escape to Morton's kitchen window which faced front on Thompson Street. Dex saw that the light in the kitchen was on.
But as she stood there preparing to take her life in her hands and go ring the bell, the light went off.
Dex smiled to herself at the happy coincidence. Fortune was favoring the brave. She flicked her glance from the window to the lobby entrance and stood there, in direct line, waiting for Morton to appear.
Dex saw Morton coming out alone.
Dressed in a cotton bush jacket belted tightly over faded jeans, Morton looked rich with mystery. She carried a large Aussie hat and began fitting it at a rakish angle as she reached the street.
The hat had never fooled Dex into believing that Morton was the supreme authority on the art of seduction. Yet she had to admit that Morton had a certain handsome charm. Tonight she carried a long-stemmed, artificial daisy. Dex knew that she was going to make a present of it to some unsuspecting girl. Probably, it was to be a peace offering.
"Hey there, Mort," Dex called and caught up with her as Morton turned down the block.
"Look who's here." Morton's grin beneath the wide-brimmed hat was like a pussycat lurking in the shadows.
The smile gave something away and put Dex on guard. Though she couldn't say why, Dex did not immediately blurt out the reason for her presence.
"Had dinner yet?" Dex asked, keeping in step with the clomp of Morton's boots.
"Just going for some. What're you doing out on a Sunday night?" She put the flower up beneath Dex's nose. "Looking for action?"
Dex winked back into the dark, searching eyes. Her personal troubles seemed stuck in a lump in her throat.
"No," she said. "Looking for friends. Old friends."
"Well, that's me," Morton said. "I guess you've been looking for me, huh?"
Dex sensed the undercurrent of laughter waiting beneath the seemingly innocent question. Morton might be far out but, obviously, she was nobody's fool. If Ryan had called her and spilled the beans, there was no sense in playing dumb and waiting for Morton to make the opening gambit.
"That's right, I'm looking for you," Dex said casually.
"What for?"
"I thought Ryan might be keeping you company."
"Where?" Morton replied sharply. "In my apartment? No dice, kiddo. I'm not swinging with your chick, if that's what you think."
Morton eyes flashed anger. She walked with a harder thrust of her heels to the pavement.
Dex looked at her curiously, unable to account for Morton's over-reaction.
"I didn't mean anything like that," Dex responded, mildly. "Now, you know what's going on. Why don't you give me a hand?"
Morton yanked at the brim of her hat. "I'm through mingling into people's affairs."
None of this was the reaction Dex had expected. Usually, Morton was the sympathetic and interested listener. It had been the secret of her popularity. This sudden, curt attitude put Dex off. And she had no patience to argue, no patience to be distracted from her own particular troubles of the moment.
"I guess I'll see you around then," Dex said abruptly, and started to walk off.
"Hey, wait a minute."
Morton grabbed Dex by the elbow. Dex clamped her teeth together. Summer was coming on, and the new, mild weather was driving everybody bats. That was the only way she could account for Morton's strange behavior… and her own.
"I'll tell you this much," Morton began, her tone conciliatory. "Ryan isn't the kind of woman to be fooled around with. I don't think I like what you're doing, Dex. After all, you were the faithful one. All these years, when it came to talking about stability, we always pointed at you. Now what are you doing?"
Dex shook her head. "I don't know, Mort. Maybe if you lived with a woman for thousands of years and suddenly something fresh and different came into your life…"
"Sure. Maybe. But Gena?"
Dex flung a fiery scowl into the depths of Morton's exasperated question. "Why do you say it that way?"
Morton tugged at her hat brim self-consciously. "Oh come off it, kid."
"Come off what?"
Morton exhaled a profound sigh. "You must know about Gena."
"I don't know any damned thing."
Morton bit down on her lip. She grabbed Dex's arm to stop her from crossing the street into a stream of traffic.
"It always happens to me. I always get stuck with having to spill the dirty beans. That's why I'm giving people up. For good."
"Stop blithering at me and talk," Dex demanded, her words clipped.
They reached the far side of the avenue. Morton paused at the entrance to a tiny bagel-specialty restaurant.
"That's what I want tonight – lox," Morton said.
Dex stopped dead in front of the restaurant window.
"You're not changing the subject."
Morton lifted her shoulders. "You want me to talk about your private life in there, where everybody can hear us?"
"Then tell me out here."
"I'm too hungry to think straight."
"That sounds like Gena's ploy."
Morton's lips twisted into a crooked smile. "Well, she could have gotten it from me."
Instantly, Dex knew what Morton was implying. And, for no reason Dex could describe, there seemed something desperately filthy in the notion of Gena sleeping with Morton.
"Don't tell me you thought she was a virgin?" Morton chuckled and strode past Dex into the restaurant.
Dex came in after her. She knew she could rip the arms out of Morton's body. But she had to control her temper. She slid into the seat against the wall, squeezing in beside Morton who had chosen the most crowded corner.
Before Dex could resume their talk, Morton started a conversation with two girls sitting at the counter. Dex subsided, pushing her energy back down into her chest. She felt tight and hard. It couldn't be possible that Gena was playing her for a sucker. What had Gena to gain by it?
She ordered a vanilla malted and sipped it slowly while Morton took her time socializing with the other girls until they had finished their sandwiches and gone.
"I'll tell you what," Morton said. "Since you're so hard up against the wall, why don't you go on up to Gena's place and keep her home while Ryan is out looking for her tonight? Wouldn't that solve your problem nicely?" Morton winked. "Kill two birds and so forth?"
There was something condescending in her manner. Dex felt the gorge rising as she watched Morton scribble out Gena's address and phone number on a bit of napkin. What bothered Dex along with everything else, was that everybody seemed to take it for granted that she didn't know how to get in touch with Gena for herself.
She shoved the paper into the pocket.
But Dex didn't get up right away. An odd feeling drifted through her that Morton was only too glad to be getting her out of the way tonight.
On instinctive impulse, Dex said, "When you spoke with Ryan today, didn't she say anything about coming downtown?"
"Sure." Morton chewed on a chunk of bagel. "I bet she's floating around the Village someplace right now."
"Didn't she say she wanted to see you and cry on your shoulder?"
"Nope," Morton answered casually.
"So what did she phone you for?"
Morton shook her head. "Come on, don't pump me, Dex. I'm being good enough to you as it is."
Dex clenched a fist beneath the table. She knew she could haul off and bang Morton in the teeth if it would do any good. But it wouldn't. Couldn't. She had never seen this side of Morton so clearly in all the years they had known each other. Strange how the layers peeled off all at once, revealing the rotted bones underneath.
Yet even though Morton revolted her, it was Morton who knew the important details. She might not want to share them, but she knew; and that gave Morton a peculiar advantage concerning Ryan.
The straw, as Dex sucked at it, began to make slurping noises at the bottom of the glass. She looked down into the flattening froth along the sides of the glass and thought about Ryan flying around the Village like a mad one, looking for Gena.
Originally, Dex had hoped that Morton would keep Ryan company. Ease the pressure of Ryan's unhappiness. Now she felt that she didn't want Ryan near Morton at all.
Dex put a dollar bill on the small table and worked her way out from behind it.
"Going somewhere?" Morton said with a mock innocence.
Dex didn't bother to answer.
She turned and walked out of the restaurant, glad to be getting away from the sight, sound and smell of a viper.
Alone once more with her thoughts, Dex could feel herself digging deeper into a complicated mess of human involvements.
Unconsciously, she looked up and down the street, hoping that she might bump into Ryan and see for herself that Ryan was all right.
Yet the thought of Ryan brought on counter thoughts of Gena. And the two slips of paper seemed to be burning a hole right through her pocket and into the flesh.
What was it that prevented her from phoning Gena? What was it that prevented her from taking any really effective action?
It was the dreaming that caused most of the pain, Dex knew. If she could get her fingers in to the tangible flesh of reality, most of what ailed her would subside.
Certain that she was giving herself good advice, Dex went into a phone booth and dialed Gena's number, intending to tell the girl that she was coming up to see her tonight, regardless…
She waited with the phone pressed hard to her ear while it rang and rang.
Finally, the receiver clicked up from the cradle.
"Hello?" said a voice.
It was a familiar voice with a familiarly cool lilt.
"Hello, Ryan," Dex said. "Are you enjoying yourself?"