Jennifer and Deena had awakened Sunday morning to glance at each other with embarrassed smiles. Then they had embraced, kissed briefly, and gotten up to fix breakfast. Neither felt the urge to make love again. It was something that had been said, and they could feel the bond of their friendship strengthened through the sharing of their flesh added to the sharing of minds and hearts.
That night, Deena drove Jennifer back to her parents' home, and they sat grinning at each other before the house.
"There's something funny about this," Deena laughed. "Like I should take you to the door and give you a goodnight kiss?"
"Oh no, my father'll be looking out through the blinds," Jennifer said with mock seriousness. Her face softened with affection. 'Thank you, Deena. For listening, for everything."
"Thank you," Deena said. "See you tomorrow."
Jennifer nodded with a grin and got out. They waved and Deena drove back to the house boat. Jennifer locked the front door and stepped in, closing it behind her. She stopped, startled to see her father seated on the couch.
Who are you? she wanted to ask. Handsome, a little heavy, with your hair thinning, who are you?
"Hi, baby. How're you doing?" Mitch Dallas grinned widely at his daughter.
"Fine, daddy. And you?" she said numbly, walking into the living room.
"Great. Going to be home with you two for awhile. Have you missed me?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Something the matter, Jenny?" he asked with concern.
"No. No, its just that it seems so long."
"Too long," he nodded. "Hopefully, it'll be at least as long before I have to go on the road again. Say, you would've really loved Alberta. It…"
"Hello, Jenny," Gloria interrupted, coming in from the kitchen. "Didn't Deena come in?"
"No, she had to get back home," Jennifer answered, wanting to escape to the sanctuary of her room.
"Deena. Deena… Marlowe?" Mitch asked. "Right?"
Jennifer nodded.
“Well, I'm glad you old buddies are back together again. Nice girl."
"Yes," Jennifer nodded. 'Wow, I'm really tired from all that swimming. Leave you two alone, huh?" she smiled.
They made their good nights, and Jennifer moved up the stairs and into her room. Laying back on her bed, she wondered why she had been so aloof with her father. She loved him and was glad he was home, especially for Gloria. She had resented his long absences, but that was part of his job. No, it was something else. It was his masculinity. It was the idea of being alone with a man, even her father.
Had Deena been right? Would the fear of men pass? Yes, it had to, she told herself. Soon, she hoped.
Jud had gone to Gillian's in the early afternoon. They had kissed, and then proceeded with his Government lessons. With the barriers down between them, he found the going easy and in a few hours he had caught up with the class.
Monday morning he felt easy going and a little happy as he walked through the crowded hallways to open his locker. He reminded himself that he would have to be sure to call Gillian Miss Bastrop, and not let his attitude give them away.
"Jud?" a hesitant voice asked, faint against the clang of lockers and rumble of talk.
"Jennifer," he brightened, turning to see her standing before him. "How are you?" he asked tenderly.
"Better," she said, glancing down. "I… I want to apologize for last week. For being so… so up tight, so cold. But… "she trailed off.
"I understood, Jen. I was just worried about you, darling," he said and reached out to touch her cheek.
Jennifer jerked back, tensed. Her eyes focused with sorrow. "I'm sorry, Jud. It's not you. I… I'm just still… mixed up."
He nodded, understanding, yet hurt deeply.
"Friends?" she asked.
"Sure, Jen," he replied, meaning it, wishing he could help.
"Well," she said after a moment, smiling weakly. "Guess, I'd better get to my class. Later?"
"Later," he smiled, watching her disappear in the shuffle of students. He knew she had meant to make him feel better, to relieve his pain, but she had merely renewed it, reminding him of his inability to save her from rape or to help in the aftermath. Why did life have to be so difficult?
He sat through most of his classes with a feeling of uselessness. He was attentive enough to follow the lessons, but felt no involvement. At lunch, he sat staring off into space, thinking. At least he had Gillian's trust and affection. It wasn't the same thing, but it made him feel that he could mean something to a woman. Or was it all some put-on to save his feelings? Did he really satisfy her that much, a woman with eight years more experience than him? It was strange, but he knew the answer to be yes. Her responses in and out of bed were honest and open. He felt himself looking forward to Government, the last class of the day.
"Hey, Jud," a voice said, bringing him back to the mall of the school. He looked up to see Ben Lorn, who he had several classes with, sitting down next to him.
"Hi Ben. What's happening?" he asked without real interest, though he was glad to have something to do.
"Nothin' much, man. Say, you told me once you'd turned on, didn't you?" he asked, glancing around to note that they were isolated from the main body of their classmates.
"Hmm? Yeah, at my brother's frat house," Jud nodded, remembering talking for several hours with Ben the summer before. "Just a little grass though," he smiled.
"Like to try something a bit stronger?" he asked confidentially.
"You dealing now, Ben? Last summer you told me I was crazy to have even smoked a number."
"Yeah, well, you know how it is. You look around and the world's changed. Nothin' holds still these days," he grinned. "Needed something to do after football season.
"Coach wouldn't approve," Jud laughed.
"Rules say no smokin' or drinicin'. Not a word about dopin'."
"Little risky, isn't it? I mean they catch you and you're out of school and in jail," Jud asked a little more seriously.
"Yeah, but I kind of dig it. Like stealin' a car, but you're doin' people favors and makin' a little bread on the side," he shrugged.
"It'd make me paranoid as hell," Jud said. "Wish you luck though."
"Thanks. But, say, you want to try some acid? Got some two-way purple tabs. Tried 'em myself and it's good stuff. No speed or anything. Smooth."
"No, I don't think my head's in the right place for that," Jud said after a moment's thought. "Be asking for a bad trip."
"That's cool. Well," he said, standing, "if you need something, let me know."
"Okay. Thanks, anyway," Jud said and watched Ben move away. Drugs had become too common for him to feel at all upset by the offer, but it seemed foolish to risk so much. And wouldn't it shake things up if one of the football stars got busted for dealing? There would be antidrug lectures for months.
When Jud came into the classroom, Gillian looked at him with affection, but quickly caught herself. Throughout the class she was careful not to let her eyes linger on his, and not to smile back at the trace of a grin on his face. With the bell, the room quickly cleared, Jud stalling by dropping his books.
"Well, Jud is there anything I can help you with?" Gillian asked in a teacherly manner.
"Yes, Miss Bastrop," he smiled. "I've gotten my interest up again and would like to really get into the heart of the matter, but I'm not sure if I can tonight."
"Oh, I'm sure there's an opening for you," Gillian replied straight faced, enjoying the double meanings. "But the afternoon is really a better time for Government, less restricted and unrushed. I'm sure you'll be able to get into it then."
He nodded and left the classroom. Gillian smiled after him, looking forward to getting home.
Deena took the side road and drove past the beach house toward the water, taking the turn toward the landing smoothly. Before them, on the porch of the house boat, stood a man. Jennifer felt herself stiffen at the sight of the stranger. His hair worn long, he was obviously older than they, around twenty. Who was he? Why had he invaded their sanctuary? Did he mean them harm? Was there someone else with him, hidden from sight?
"Who the hell…?" Deena muttered, slowing the car. Then her face widened with exhalation. "Zap!" she cried out, braking the ear.
Deena stopped the car, and jumped out. The man walked from the porch and she leapt into his arms. Jennifer watched them kiss. Confused, she reached over and turned the engine off, taking the key out. She slowly followed Deena.
"Jennifer, this is Zap. Zap, Jen," Deena said, overjoyed.
"Jennifer," Zap nodded, his eyes touching hers admiringly.
"Jennifer nodded, dropping her eyes.
"Zap saved me last summer," Deena said, her arm around him. "Found a strung out teenybopper groupie and saved her."
"You did that yourself, Deena," he said softly.
"No, I was out to ball Derek "Zap" Karlye, rock star. The only other thing in my head was scoring some more reds and speed. But he gave me a lot more, including some great lays," Deena said, her voice softening with her gratitude.
"What would my fans say if they heard that? Supposed to be a space demon. Satanic," he laughed, self-conscious.
"I'm sorry, Zap. I didn't mean to embarrass you. It's just that… I owe you," she said tenderly, her eyes within his.
"You gave me a lot, too, you know?" he looked up, and glanced back at the house boat. "Say, I hope you don't mind me takin' you up on your offer of a place to crash?"
"Of course not."
Jennifer winced. Was he to be here alone with them? Deena obviously was very close to him, but…
"Just finished a tour and I need to get away from the whole scene. Too many people manipulating and leeching."
"You don't have to ask. You can have the whole beach house to yourself. Jennifer's been spending the weekends down here with me."
"Is that okay with you, Jennifer?" Zap asked.
"Huh? Yes, of course," Jennifer said, thrown off by the tone of concern in his voice.
"Then it's settled," Deena smiled. "Wanta blow some grass?"
"Sounds good," he smiled, following them inside. They sat on the floor, and Deena slipped her bag of grass and papers from beneath the bed. She sat down Indian style and began to roll the cigarette.
"You two must be pretty close to summer vacation?" Zap asked, leaning back against the bed.
"Yeah, two more weeks," Deena said, the pink tip of her tongue moistening the glued edge of the brightly colored paper.
"Going back to L.A. this summer?" Zap laughed, leaning over to light the joint.
"No way," Deena shook her head, inhaling deeply.
"Good," he smiled.
"I escaped that scene just like you're doing," Deena said, passing the joint to Jennifer. "'Cept you have to go back sometimes."
"Sometimes," he grinned, taking the cigarette from Jennifer, pulling in and holding the smoke.
"Think I'm just going to lay in the sun all summer, rest up for my senior year," Deena said.
"Yeah, that's right, isn't it?" Zap said, holding the smoke in. "Jeez, what're you now? Seventeen?" he asked, letting the smoke roll out.
"Yeah, last month," Deena said, attaching a clip to the half burnt cigarette to hand it to Jennifer.
"Then you were sixteen last summer? Amazing some irate parent hasn't put me behind bars," he grinned.
"You didn't seem to mind then," she grinned back. "Nope, an' I still don't. Know some chicks older'n me that still aren't women.
"Thank you, Zap. What a nice thing to say," Deena nodded.
"Truth. Ain't their faults, I guess. But doesn't make it any easier talkin' to 'em," he shrugged.
"How'd you get here, anyway?" Deena asked.
"Got a friend to drop me off."
Jennifer heard their words soften as the tranquilizing effects of the marijuana took effect, and felt herself grow less ill at ease. Inhaling the last of the joint through his nostrils, Zap turned to look at her. His eyes rested against hers, curious but without threat, looking into her.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to stare, Jennifer. Only… Deena, did you say something to me once about Jennifer'?" he asked, glancing at Deena as he popped the roach down his throat.
"Probably. We've been best friends as long as I can remember."
"Yeah, right," he smiled. "Well, nice to meet you, Jennifer, Deena's best friend."
"Nice to meet you," Jennifer nodded, finding that she was smiling.
"Wow, that's the first time I've seen you smile in a while," Deena said. Seeing Jennifer blush, she added: "Sorry. But it's nice to see.
"How're you and your parents getting along?" Zap asked Deena.
"Better, but living out here seems best."
"Yeah, it can be rough going back to a parent-child thing after bein' on your own.
"Say, you wanta go swimming?" Deena brightened.
"Sounds great."
"You got a swim suit?" Deena asked, standing. "Huh?" he asked, taken off guard by an indication of modesty. "Oh, yeah, sure," he answered, remembering Jennifer's presence.
"Jennifer?"
"No. No, I've got some studying to do," she answered, not wanting to expose her body to this man, even though he seemed nice enough, not wanting to have a man's eyes on her body.
"Well, you change out on the porch and I'll meet you in the water," Deena said, understanding Jennifer's reasons.
He sorted through his duffel bag and pulled out a pair of latex trunks and went out the glass door, disappearing from sight.
"I'm sorry, Deena. You two should be alone together," Jennifer said.
"Don't be silly, Jen. We've been lovers and he's been a lot more to me, but we're not a romance. Friends. You understand?"
"Like us," Jennifer nodded sheepishly.
"Yeah," Deena smiled, pulling her blouse off. "And you don't have to be afraid of Zap. Everything I said is true. If it wasn't for him showing me life can be fun, telling me to clean my act up, well… I'd probably be dead from too many reds, or a punch machine for every leech that came along," she added, letting the pinkish-orange tipped globes of her breasts free from her bra.
There was a splash from outside as Zap dove into the water. Deena glanced out the glass doors, pulling her panties down the lengths of her legs.
"Hope he can stick around a while," she mused, taking a bikini from her drawer. "You don't mind, do you, Jen?" she added, turning.
"No, of course not, Deena. It's good to see you smile too. Besides, I'm really only here on the weekends."
"Good. I wouldn't want it to make tensions for either of you," she said, slipping the bottoms over the fullness of her hips to cover the ebony nest of her loins.
"No, it'll be good for me. I need to get used to men being around again if… if I'm ever going to get used to the idea of… knowing a man again," Jennifer said awkwardly.
"Good," Deena smiled, snapping her top. "Come and swim if you change your mind."
Jennifer watched her dive in the water, and walked to the door to see the two of them surface in the light spangles of the water, laughing.
When Jud arrived at Gillian's he found her front door ajar. A bit surprised, he stepped inside, locking it behind him.
"Gillian?" he called out, walking into the living room. He looked up the stairs to the balcony and the closed door of her bedroom. "Gillian?"
Receiving no reply, he looked into the kitchen, and then climbed the stairs. A smile started to form. He opened the bedroom door, and it became a grin.
Gillian lay on organdy sheets in the drape dimmed room. Her head afloat on the auburn cloud of her hair. A white rose petal covered each nipple, and a cluster sprinkled in the hollow of her loins covered the burgundy of her pubic hair. She smiled invitingly at him.
Kicking his shoes off and pulling his T-shirt over his head, he crossed to sit on the edge of the bed. Unfastening his jeans, he leaned forward to neatly blow each petal from the tan nubs. He stood and rid himself of his pants.
"You don't like my flowers?" Gillian asked coquettishly.
He leaned over her and took one between his lips from her thighs, dropping it beside her. He grinned up at her, taking another from the soft coils of hair. The third he flicked up with his tongue, and the fourth. Low in her throat, Gillian sighed.
She sat up as he removed the last petal, and took his hand in hers. His breath warm against the delectable mound, he looked up to see the silk purse of her mouth open, revealing pearl like teeth gleaming round the pink serpent of her tongue. He watched her eyes burning warmly into him.
Her tongue tip eased down his index finger, then curved around it to pull it into the cavern of her mouth. She sucked it in slowly, working it as if it were his prick which he felt rise out from his body as her teeth nibbled at his knuckles. Each finger disappeared into the warm cell, her fingers sifting the hairs on the back of his hand. Then she raised the palm to her lips, nibbling at the mound of his thumb. Her tongue flexed against the center and she kissed the hollow, her eyelids lowering.
Sighing, his own eyelids closing he turned his face into the scent of roses to ease his tongue up the misty fissure, feeling the soft hairs brush his lips. Gillian moaned and her kiss grew more ardent. His tongue glided over the moist folds, pushing them away, cupping the pink nub. His lips followed his tongue down, drawing the pearl into his mouth, sucking gently.
Gillian groaned, the warm sound sliding slowly from her. Her hand buried itself in his hair as she sucked at his palm. The fingers of Jud's free. hand. were like ivory caterpillars humming over her stomach, blooming into butterflies as they winged over the tan flowers of her nipples.
Jud's face became moist with the perfumed flow of Gillian's chalice. Her hips began to rock from side to side, and her lips trailed from his palm along his fingers, dropping free as she lay back upon the organdy sheets. The corners of her lips curled up, her eyebrows raised above the half moons of her closed eyelids, and she rolled her head back into the bedding. Her lips parted, freeing a strand of her hair caught at the corner, and her tongue edged her upper teeth to come forward and moisten her lips. Her hands touched at Jud's hair as his face pressed into her. Her forehead lined, her mouth forming an O of pleasure as she felt the dagger of his tongue slicing the nexus of sensation, his lips bobbing the kernal in and out. Her legs drew up beside his body, her thighs pressing into his hard buttocks.
The richness of her fragrance filled his lungs as the resilience of her breasts filled his hands, and he worked his face into the humid mask of her loins, his shoulder muscles bunching and rolling with his drive. Gillian moaned, her body listing left to right like a ship in a storm. Jud felt her legs lift him from side to side as only her shoulders remained stable.
Gillian felt molten lava broiling from the juncture of her ripe snare and his ravishing mouth. His fingers molded her breasts into a throbbing heat that threatened to burst from her turgid nipples like geysers. She cried out at the broiling intensity of her third eye as his lips burnished it and his tongue polished it. Her swaying hips rose up till the arch of her flanks just touched the sheets, light tan against lavender.
The hard chisel of Jud's shaft chafed against the organdy, furrowing the cloth as its texture enflamed the head. Gillian's heels worked at the bottom of his buttocks between his thighs while the under length of his prod slid back and forth over the sheet. Her fingers wrapped themselves in his hair, and she began to quake and spasm with the driving culmination. The whip of her hips quickened, and both rolled to the side.
Jud felt the pulsing hive cover his face as she rolled over on top of him. Suddenly, she sat bolt upright as brightness swirled behind her eyelids, her legs drawing up under her. Jud's hands clutched the swells of her hips, supping at her climax. Her lips pulled away from her teeth and she groaned with the thrill, feeling herself on the verge of swooning.
The roiling cascade began to ease, Gillian's senses returning in the ebb flow. With blurred eyes, she looked down at his eyes smiling from between her thighs, his tongue languidly washing over the hard nub within the warmth that encased his face. She smiled a hazed, gentled smile of satiation and slid her right leg over his chest, pivoting to lay her body down over his, her breasts pressing against his abdomen.
Sailing her fingernails over the rises of his thighs in slow ellipses, she took his hard poinard into the scabbard of her mouth. She felt the bulb of his head against the ribs of her mouth's roof as she slid her tongue along the under vein. She drew her mouth in around the pillar, rolling her lips against the thin sheath of flesh to work it up and down the hard meat of him. Her fingers flickered around the edges of his scrotum, easing over the covered rims of the craters into the soft depressions, playing in the loose flesh of the sac to brush the fine hairs. She began sliding the swollen length of flesh in and out her mouth, coating it with a fine film of moistness, her teeth applying the most suptle of pressures. Her fingers dribbled the eggs of his testicles, then scooped them into her fingers to play at their openings to either side of his root with her fingertips.
Jud stretched with the moist flowing of her mouth round his prod, his arms going up above his head to clasp her ankles as he continued to nibble and savour her. Then his face tightened as did his whole body, arching up against her, his lips pressing loosely against the cerise petals of her core. Sweat beaded his face, muscle tremors quivering both of them. His mouth widened against her sweet hollow and he cried into it, imagining it echoing within the cul-desac as he savored the ambrosia mist.
Gillian felt his torso writhing beneath her own and began to pummel his shaft piston like, the fingers of one hand manipulating his root and testicle openings while the others probed his anus. She felt his snarls and groans quiver within her, his tongue desperately probing, his lips a roiling fissure around her still enflamed kernal. She felt her mouth tighten round his engorged flesh, one hand rolling the hard mound of his root between scrotum and anus, the little finger of the other hand working up into his backside to flex against the prostate gland.
His voice a gurgle within her, Jud yelled out, the sound muted by her soft embrasure, forcing air up into her as his lip covered upper teeth pressed up under her clitoris. His flesh shimmered with the hot racing of his blood, his vision blurred red. His hips drew back, his loins bucking forth as the tumult sought release. Then his body was stuttering as he felt restraint rip away.
Gillian felt the steaming lava of his sperm jet up the vial between her lips to burst forth from between the minute lips of the head, tasting its acrid burn as it spilled over her tongue to be greedily swallowed. The frantic movements of his face suddenly thrust her back into the vortex of ecstasy, all confines disintegrating as she joined him, the furred caldron tremoring against his face as his softening spire trembled within her mouth.
Slowly, they fell back to either side, satiated. After a few minutes, Gillian pulled herself around to lay beside him.
"How you feeling, lover?" she whispered against his lips.
"Fine, teacher, just fine," he smiled weakly.
"I'm not your teacher here. You've learned all your lessons. Teaching me, if anything," she smiled, pressing her body along his.
"Gill?"
"What do you think about acid?" he asked, looking up at the ceiling.
"LSD?" Gillian asked, surprised.
"Yeah," he nodded.
"I don't know. It can be risky stuff. Why?"
"I've been thinking of dropping some."
"Any special reason?"
"Curiosity, maybe."
"That doesn't sound like the best reason in the world."
"You talkin' as my teacher?"
"No, as a friend. As your lover," she added running her finger through his hair.
"I guess I want to get my head together… try to figure out who Jud Kilgore is."
"You don't know?"
"Not really. I graduate in less than a week and I don't have the slightest idea where I'm going, or what I'm going to do."
"Well, like I said, it can be tricky stuff," Gillian said, looking into his eyes.
"Would… would you mind if I dropped here? I can't think of anyplace else where I'd feel safe, where I wouldn't have to worry about being put on a bum trip."
"Yeah, I guess so. I'm not too keen on the idea, but it's up to you. And… and I'm glad you've got such trust in me." She touched her lips to his. "Yes, Jud, you can do it here.'
"Sometime this weekend, I guess. Not really sure about it… yet, but thought… I'd… " and he fell asleep.
Gillian looked at his peaceful face, troubled. She was his lover here, not his teacher, and so had no right to tell him what to do. She could deny him use of her house for his trip, but she agreed that the chances of his having no trouble were better here.
What had she left herself open to by taking a student as her lover? It was clear that it had been good for both of them, and to her mind worth the risk. Yet, the possibility of their affair coming. to light seemed trivial in contrast to the scandal of a student tripping on LSD in his teacher's home. Well, it seemed unlikely that any trouble would arise, Jud being a level headed boy. Boy? No, with her, he was a man.
Amidst her thoughts, Gillian fell asleep beside him, her head resting in the hollow of his shoulder. She began to dream of Alex. She saw him standing nude in the doorway of her bedroom. She stretched her hand out toward him, but he did not move. He neither turned away nor came forward. His dark eyes meditated on her, his staff hanging in miderection. She yearned for him to speak, to come to her.
She sat up, blinking away the frustration of her dream. Was this Alex asleep beside her? No. No, it was Jud. Sweet Jud who kept away the depression of waiting and hoping, who reminded her of Alex with his firmness, his mixture of boyishness and worldliness.
Have I used you badly, she thought. Have I robbed you of innocence, or returned some of it you lost so mysteriously just before we became lovers? What happened to you, sweet lover?
Wake up, she thought, looking at his sleep softened features. Wake up and just talk to me. Pull me back from memories, like you pulled me back from climaxes in order to build them. Will you mind if I wake you? Your flesh is so firm, my lips feel so soft against your belly. You sleep on, but your cock is waking to trumpet the sun down.
Painted in flame by the sun, a woman raping a steeping man, she mused. Man bites dog. Baby steals candy from thief. Woman upon boy. Straddle you, and ease myself down on the yearning lightning rod. Sitting on your belly with your tool shimmering in me, and you asleep, but your head moves and you smile. Are you playing possum, or are you dreaming I'm sitting upon you, impaling myself on your passion?
I'll fill your dreams if you'll fill my body; and you do, you know. Just pulling on you I can feel myself coming free of my dream, forgetting the want. I'm lubricating you and you don't even have to move. Sleep on, dream on. Um, soft and easy, using you like a dildo. Do you mind? It's such a good one. Oh, yes. So easy, just sliding into the water, dropping down to swim deep.
Can you feel me roll my stomach to glide my cunt along your prick, to feel your bell head caress my clit? I can. I can feel you hard and long, filling me. I moan with the sweet rain of flame. And you respond in sleep, churning my depths. And it burns, it flashes, it stings, it melts. Oh, it's so good, so warm, just a small, gentle fall after the life giving deaths you've brought me to. And you undulate beneath me and you come, a soft pumping spilling over your head to ooze between you and me.
Jud's eyes opened easily and he looked up into Gillian's smiling face.
"Um. Thought I was dreaming," he murmured.
"You are," she grinned, slipping free of his still full shaft. She eased herself down between his legs to take the sticky spar of flesh into her mouth. She tasted away the mixture of their fluids, sucking at him, rehardening his flesh, the tension of his minor climax having receded. He began to lengthen and harden again.
Raising himself onto his elbows, he looked down to watch her tie her long hair in a coil around his staff. Then she tied a ribbon of it from the other side of her face around his scrotum above the testicles, tying them off. Her head bound with her auburn hair to his cock and balls, she slid her legs around and under his, up along his sides to urge his hips from the bed, sliding her body beneath his. He felt her breasts against his buttocks as she curled her legs over to lock them around his chest, her arms under his thighs to drop her hands at his loins. Her mouth closed over the density of the swollen scimitar that she had bound herself to, her body pinioned beneath his, and began to savor his bead with sucking lips.
Jud's spine became a serpent that writhed and undulated down the center of his back against the rich bedding of her body, chilling him one moment and sinking burning fangs into the nape of his neck the next to flood his brain with blinding venom. The flexible hardness of his prod, running under him as his root, became part of the serpent, and from prick point to the base of his brain, energy coursed through him as if her mouth spoke through it directly to his nerve endings, enunciating clearly the syllables of ecstasy.
As his flesh enlarged, the band of auburn cut into it, and as he began to roll to her touch he felt the binding above his testicles pull at him. He rolled his body against the subtle strength of her body beneath him, realizing his position of strength while being controlled, lurching in the ambiguity as he began to tremble again to complete the climax that had awakened him.
He went limp, feeling her- fingers free him of her hair, and he slid off her. He looked down at her face, wondering what had motivated her.