The pace of my heartbeat slows. I roll onto my back. Armand and Hal lie next to me, their bodies sweaty. I feel relaxed but very tired, exhausted, as if I haven't slept for days. I feel that I could sleep forever…
Armand wakes up and gets ready to go to the Square to sell his paintings.
"It should be a good day for it," I say.
"Yes, it's sunny. The tourists should come flocking."
"I hope you have good luck. Do you ever take along that one of the old woman sitting on the porch steps?"
"No. You mean the one with the vases?"
"Yes, all lined up in a row. I like that one… the way the woman looks… her face. I think you could sell it."
"For how much?"
"I don't know. I can't even guess. Sixty maybe."
He laughs. "You don't know the tourists. They don't want to spend money like that."
"Fifty then, try it. Someone will like it."
"They might like it but they won't buy it. I'll take it though anyway. What's the matter?"
"Nothing. Why?"
"You looked strange for a minute. I thought maybe you didn't feel well."
"No, I'm all right. I guess I was just thinking. I had an unusual dream… different. Do you have a cigarette?"
"Yes… right here."
He hands me a crumpled pack and I get out a cigarette and light it. "I hope you didn't mind it about Hal…"
"Why should I? You did what you wanted to, didn't you?"
"I guess so. I never thought anything quite like that would happen though… both of you at once. Just so you're not angry or anything."
"I'm not angry," he says. His eyes look very blown, liquid. "Really though, I must go."
"I know. But you should eat first. I made some bacon earlier. I could heat it."
"All right."
"How about some eggs with it?"
He nods.
"Two?"
"Yes..:"
He eats breakfast quickly, gathers up his paintings and leaves. He doesn't kiss me good-bye but he clasps my hand tight when I place it on his shoulder. "I'll try to sell the Old Woman," he says. "If I do, I'll bring back some good wine."
Out the window I watch him walk slowly with his slight limp down the street toward the Square. A small boy comes out of a building, tags along with him. Together they turn the corner.
When Hal gets up I cook him eggs and bacon too. I have my housecoat on and he reaches for me playfully every time I go by the table. He is still naked. He gets his hand under the housecoat against the bare skin of my thighs.
I laugh. "Hey, haven't you had enough? You can't want it again so soon."
He moves his hand farther up my thigh, slips a finger between the dry lips of my cunt. I didn't really screw you before, you know."
"You didn't? It felt like it to me. I can still feel it" I laugh. "I probably will for a week.
He rubs my pussy. "… here, I mean. In your cunt. The other was good but I want to fuck you here too."
"… now?"
"Don't you want to?"
"Mmm hmm… sure. I'm kind of worn out though. I'd like to take a bath first. Kind of freshen up."
"I'll bring my coffee and keep you company."
I run the water hot until the tub.is full. Hal helps me off with the housecoat and I step in. I lean against the back of the tub and try to relax. But I can't with him sitting there staring at me. I watch his prick rise slowly until it stands straight out. "You look as if you haven't had a woman in a month," I say laughing.
"It turns me on to look at you sitting there," he says. He kneels down nest to the tub. Want me to wash your breasts?" he asks.
"Mmm hmm… I'd love it." I hand him the soap.
He works up a lather in his hands, then begins soaping my breasts. He rubs too hard, hurts me.
"Hey… easier! I'm tender there… gently, do it gently."
"Sorry. This better? Like this?"
"Mmmm yes… I like your hands. When you do it like that they slide so nice."
"I'll wash your pussy now, all right?"
"Yes."
"You'll have to spread your legs a little."
I nod. I feel his finger slip through the wet mat of hair to my cunt lips. He strokes me slowly. "Does that feel as good as the other?"
"Yes… mmmm… you make me purr like a cat. Your cock looks like it's trying to get in the tub with me… sticking way out like that."
"Why don't I?"
"There isn't enough room. I could wash you there though… with you kneeling like that. Soap you. Rub you."
He gives me the soap and I get my hands sudsy. I wash his prick slowly, working the soap in. I like the way his cock skin feels so smooth and slippery with the soap on it. I move my hand lower and wash his balls. I get him all white and soapy, then rinse him off. I love to run my hands over the smooth skin of his prick.
"I can't get all the soap off when you're kneeling there," I say. "Why don't I get out and you can get in and rinse off. Then I'll eat you while you're so nice and clean. We'll go in the other room where it's comfortable… take our time, enjoy it."
We lie on the mattress, our bodies naked and still moist from the bath. The afternoon sun shines warm on us. It is perfect for it. I eat Hal first. I stroke his prick with my fingertips and bring it to my lips. I kiss his cockhead and lather it with my tongue. I press my mouth all along the slender pulsating shaft, making lipstick marks in an uneven row. I kiss his balls, his inner thighs. I slide my open mouth up along his cock, my tongue tasting his flesh.
I sit back, rest for a moment and bend down to him again. He is on his back now with his prick jutting up. I open my lips. The cockhead goes in. I let my teeth graze over it. I.slide my lips down farther until I have half of him in my mouth. I move my mouth back very slowly, teasing his taut wet skin with my tongue. I bite him. Lick him. I play with his balls, rub them gently against my chin. His prick is beautiful, good to have between my lips, the smoothness, the warmth, the sweet taste of it. It is made to be eaten. I am made to eat it. I take it deep into my mouth, suck it until he is about to cum. I stop. I lie back. "Your turn now," I say.
He eats me exquisitely. He sucks my cunt lips, chews them a little. I feel his tongue dip deep into me, linger against the walls of my pussy. I cum as he licks my clitoris. Then everything settles down inside me for a minute and I relax and enjoy it.