Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 12
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Louise and I hadn't really discussed anything regarding potential new sexual adventures after our night out at the Charity dinner and subsequent escapades at the Maloney's. The subject just hadn't come up. We'd had a slow sensual fuck on Tuesday night. Gentle, the opposite of Saturday night's sex on the couch. Louise had smoked a Marlboro in bed afterwards. She was full-on smoking now. I noticed we now had about 4 ashtrays in the house. The only thing we'd agreed on that was that she wouldn't smoke in front of the kids.
I had the softball playoff on Wednesday night. Louise phoned me during the day to tell me a friend of hers, Mandy Badowski, was coming over later. So I could have a beer after the game, but I should try not to be too late getting home.
Mandy was a freelance artist who amongst other things had produced a semi- successful graphic novel aimed at 'young adults'. Mandy even got her 15 minutes of mini-celebrity fame when religious groups had protested the story's depiction of teenage love in a dystopian future society. She'd even made our local TV station's late night talk show, arguing with some raging preacher asshole, who had since been outed as a user of male prostitutes.
Mandy now mainly did work for marketing companies who were targeting the youth market. She was a quirky 30-something who dressed loudly, and usually wore an 'unusual' hairstyle. Last I remembered it was a bleached super- spiky punk look. Mandy was not unattractive. Louise and Mandy had met when they were both doing call-center jobs straight after college.
Back to the softball. We lost the playoff game 16-11.
Jon had shown up for the game this week, what with his GILF girlfriend, Elsa, being out of town. He'd clearly been embarrassed when he first saw me, and seemed to be quieter than usual. Although whatever was going through his mind didn't affect his performance as he was our top player, going 6-for-6 and making several good defensive plays at third-base. We just got beat by a better team.
Somebody suggested we head to Oscar's for a beer, because the 'pussy there was good on a Wednesday night'. I drove there with a team-mate, Randy Newcomb. He was pretty pissed at losing the game. He was our catcher, and could be summed up in one word; 'competitive'. He was annoyed at one of our team-mates, centerfielder Del Chester, who'd misplayed a fly ball and cost us 3 runs. Randy expressed his disdain for that "skinny no-glove fag" most of the short drive to the bar. I decided not to remind Randy that we'd actually lost by 5 runs, not 3, and that he himself had dropped a ball on a close play at home-plate that cost us a run when the runner was declared safe. I also didn't remind him that he hadn't hit anything other than a couple of shitty slap singles, while Del had hit a 3-run homer.
We walked into Oscar's and joined the rest of our team-mates who'd already arrived.
I had a strict 2 beer limit when driving. I was half-way through beer number 2 when Jon Parker approached me.
"Ron, could we go outside for a few minutes, I wanted to have a talk. Please?"
I wasn't totally surprised. I knew he'd want to discuss last Saturday when everyone at the Maloney's had seen him suck young Robert's cock. I laughed inwardly, thinking that when it came to sex, Jon was also a 'switch hitter'.
As we walked out, I got a surprise when I glanced over at the smoking area. Standing with a couple of other young girls was Shawna, smoking a Newport. The girls were talking to a couple of what looked like college boys, preppy types. She gave me a little wave, smiled. She looked a little different, but I wasn't sure why. Jon hadn't noticed her thankfully. I didn't want to discuss anything about Shawna with Jon.
Jon and I stopped outside a few feet to the left of the front door.
"Ron, what you saw at Frank and Donna's, on that fucking iPad movie, shit, I don't know what to say."
I looked back at Jon. "How long have you known you're gay?"
"Ron, I'm not, I mean, I guess the more accurate term is 'bi'. Elsa likes it when I do stuff with guys. I guess I just go with the flow."
"Really? You just started this shit when you got together with Elsa? No previous with guys?"
"Yes. No. I mean. Ehm. Nothing before", Jon lied.
Debbie had given Louise the skinny some time back that she'd caught Jon fucking a teen twink one Friday afternoon, and Louise had told me about it.
"OK, Jon, don't sweat it. Your secret's safe with me. But you know, Louise and Debbie are still good friends."
I left the last part unsaid.
"Ron, it doesn't matter what that bitch of an ex-wife of mine thinks. She's a lying cunt."
"Jon, let's go back inside, I want to finish this beer and say goodnight to the guys."
Everybody seemed more relaxed after a couple of beers. The talk was all about "get-em-next-year", and the realization that it had been the first summer in the six years since we put the team together that we'd had this long of a playoff run. Our team captain, Archie O'Neill, reminded us that in two weeks' time we had our team dinner where we would have our season awards presentations.
I decided to take a leak before driving home. When I got in the bathroom, there was one guy at a stall, pissing. I stood 2 stalls to his left. I was surprised when the guy spoke.
"Hey, it's Mr. Abbott, right?", he said in a friendly voice.
I glanced to my right. Smallish young guy, boyish face, gelled hair, small chin beard, dressed in all black.
"Sorry?" I said.
"I work here. Ralph. You and your wife were talking to me a month or so back. I'd offer to shake your hand, but well, you can see why."
Ralph turned to me, smallish dick gripped tightly in his hand. Which looked like it was getting bigger.
"Shit! Yeah, Ralph, sorry, I remember now."
Ralph stared at me. He had started slowly stroking his cock which was now semi-erect. He pulled his foreskin back to reveal a moist purple helmet.
Then another customer walked in.
Ralph quickly zipped up, then went to wash his hands. I finished pissing, and also went to the sinks to wash up. Ralph had paused, ostensibly fiddling around with his hair.
"So, you're with the softball guys?"
"Yeah," I answered, "I'm heading home soon, I never drink and drive, and it's too tempting if I stay."
Ralph glanced back at the guy at the urinals. Then he gave me a friendly wink.
"Yeah, tempting. Anyway. That thing you asked me about, you and your wife, Louise, right? You know?"
Yeah, I knew. My failed attempt at setting up a threesome with Ralph. Ralph handed me a small card with a cellphone number on it.
"Anyway, you and Louise ever feel like some variety, give me a call. I can accommodate you at short notice. You, and your wife. I'm flexible." Another smile.
We left the bathroom. Almost immediately, Ralph tapped me on the shoulder. I wondered what he wanted now.
"That guy on your team, John-whatever. I think his name is John? Number 15, over there at the end of the bar, you know him, right?"
I said that I did. Ralph had nodded in the direction of Jon Parker.
"Well, I know him too. He loves it in the ass. Me and a friend did him one night last summer. We had to stop fucking for 15 minutes while he took a call from his wife, and then he had to calm the fuck down, get back in the mood he said. We'd taken the blue pills, so we were still good to go. Fuck, Fabio's always good to go anyway."
Fabio? I thought, Fabio. Had to be.
Ralph continued.
"So, your man, John. 'Cartrouble' was his excuse. Fuck, it took all our concentration not to laugh when he was schmoozing his wife, I think it was Debbie, or Debora, whatever, on the phone. 'I love you baby, I'm waiting on the mechanic'. Bla-bla-bla. Utter fucking bullshit. How she fell for it, I don't know. Anyway. He's an absolute cock-whore. Loves to talk dirty when he's getting it. And he loves ass-to-mouth. I bet none of your softball buddies know that!"
I shrugged. I was pretty sure they didn't.
I turned towards the bar.
"Ralph, let me talk with Louise about that thing you mentioned. If she likes the idea I'll give you a call. We can't do tonight, Louise has guests over".
"No I can't do tonight either actually, Mr. Abbott. I'm on cash duty, I'll be last out of here. Making sure all the takings are safe and sound. But if you want a quick and dirty blow job, maybe a 69, knock on the door marked 'Employees only'. It's the door by the fire escape at the back. Little corridor to the left of the kitchen, signposted 'fire escape'. I'll be in there for another 30 minutes before I'm back to the bar. Three knocks, tap- tap-tap. I'll know it's you."
I shrugged.
"Ralph, not able. Missus waiting for me. But thanks for the offer."
I walked back to the bar as Ralph headed towards the office. Nobody seemed to have noticed me talking to Ralph, especially Jon, which I thought was just as well.
After a few attempts to get me to have 'just one more beer', I said my good nights, and assured Archie I'd be at the team dinner in a fortnight's time.
As I headed to my car I fumbled with my keys, then I heard a female voice call out, "Mr. Abbott!".
I turned, as Shawna approached me, a just lit Newport in her right hand.
I stopped by the driver door of my car.
"Hey, Shawna, how are things?", I asked.
"Well things are better now I've seen you again"
My heart skipped a beat. I felt I shouldn't be having this type of conversation with Shawna. It felt dangerous. I wondered if I should even tell Louise I'd spoken to Shawna tonight when I got home.
"Like my hair?", Shawna asked, as she put her cigarette between her lips and tilted her head from side to side.
Now I got why I thought Shawna looked different earlier. She'd had her hair dyed blonde, mostly strawberry blonde, with lighter tints on the outside, with the hair closer to her scalp slightly darker. The contrast made Shawna's dark complexion look very alluring. She was in fact looking incredibly sexy. The loosely curled light hair, Shawna's coffee colored skin, her dark red lips. All of it. Shawna looked amazing. She also wasn't wearing her eyeglasses, and her green eyes looked beautiful. There was no doubting that Shawna was an extremely attractive young woman.
Shawna slowly sucked in on her cigarette, expelled a jet of smoke from the side of her mouth, then smiled at me.
"Well?"
I coughed a little.
"Looks great Shawna, very nice"
"I'm glad you like it, Mr. Abbott"
"Please, Shawna, call me Ron"
"I will," Shawna replied, "I'll say your name over and over and over when you're making love to me again. Ron, I want you. I hardly think of anything else. I want to give you the best sex of your life. To repay you. I've never enjoyed the act of love so much as when you made me come. I want you to fuck me all night. Every night. I want you do anything you want to me. I'd love it. Everything. Oh my God, I'm wet now."
I started to feel slightly nervous.
"Shawna, I think that you need to get a boyfriend your own age. And talking of age, how come you're here at Oscar's? It's strictly over-21."
Shawna pulled again on her cigarette. Smiled.
"I use my big sister's ID. She's 23. We look alike, well, she's a little bigger, a little darker than me. If I'm ever challenged, I just explain I lost some weight. Plus, the new hairstyle confuses them. I rarely get any trouble. Would you like to buy me a drink?"
"Shawna, I can't. I need to get home. To Louise. You know, Shawna, well, Louise and me, we only ever do the stuff we all did a few weeks back, you know, as a team. I don't do it solo. It's an agreement we have. I have to stick to that."
Shawna tossed her half-smoked cigarette to the ground. She reached into her jacket pocket, pulled out another Newport and her lighter, and lit up. She exhaled strongly, but I thought a little nervously, as she fumbled her lighter back into her pocket. I realized she wasn't as confident as I thought. Which made me want her even more.
"Ron that is like, so fucking perfect. You're my dream man. You understand women completely. Ron, I know you like me. I know you really like me. I know you want me. If I have to do it with you and Louise together, I will. But I know one thing. You want me on your own. You can't hide it. You know, you could take me somewhere now in your car. I'd suck your cock. I'd climb on top of you. You couldn't resist. Ron, I'd let you fuck me in the ass! I'd love that."
I took a sharp intake of breath.
"Shawna, I can't, Louise is waiting, she expects me."
Shawna took a slow drag on her Newport, then laughed. Again, I detected a nervousness under Shawna's highly sexualized veneer.
"Ron, we WILL have sex again. I know we will. And you'll want to be with me and me alone. It will happen. You can't hide how you feel about me. I just KNOW. No-one ever fucked me with such feeling. You gave yourself away when you kissed my neck, ran your tongue all the way down my back. That was so intense, so beautiful, so good. The way you kissed me. No-one had ever shown me such physical love. You'll be mine, it's our destiny. I think you love me already."
Fuck. I felt so mixed-up. And nervous. I was worried about how Shawna would act in future. I knew it would be very dangerous to have a solo liaison with Shawna. I was sure that if we did, she'd tell Louise. I had to put the idea of me and Shawna as fuck buddies, shit maybe even more, out of my head. No matter how flattering I found the attentions of this beautiful young sexy girl.
"I really have to go, Shawna, I'm sorry."
"OK. Have fun with Louise when you get home. See you soon. She's asked me to babysit in 3 weeks' time, a Friday night. I'm looking forward to it."
Shawna turned around and headed back to the smoking area. I wasn't totally sure why, but I watched until she got all the way back to the smoking area, where one of the college boys, a long haired thin good-looking white kid in a white Lacoste and chinos handed Shawna a drink.
I breathed a sigh of relief. But I was also slightly disappointed.
I'd thought a lot about Shawna since Louise and I had slept with her. I was scared she was right about me. About how I felt about her. I'd daydreamed more than once about fucking Shawna again. I wondered if Louise was planning a re-run when Shawna next babysat.
It took me under 20 minutes to drive home.
I walked in to see Louise and Mandy sitting on the couch in the living room. Each of them had a glass of white wine. I could smell cigarette smoke but neither Louise or Mandy was currently smoking. There were two packs on the coffee table, Louise's Marlboro Reds and what I guessed must have been Mandy's Lucky Strikes.
Mandy said "Hi" first. I returned the greeting, before Louise spoke.
"Hi honey, how did the game go?"
I explained how we'd lost. Close but no cigar. I also mentioned that Jon Parker had played. And I guessed if Shawna was going to babysit soon, I'd better mention seeing her at Oscar's. So, I did.
"Wow, I guess Shawna's growing up fast, smoking, drinking in bars", was Louise's initial reaction. "Was she with anyone?"
I mentioned she'd been with friends, a couple of girls, and the preppy college boys. Also, that she had a new hairstyle.
"Ah, that's right, Shawna mentioned she had a handsome new boyfriend. Tall, dark and handsome, she said. Ricky's his name, Ricky Wilson, he's training to be a physiotherapist, something like that. His mom used to work at the realtors I work at, Bill's firm. She left about a year ago, got a job selling online ads, nice woman."
So, the tall preppy kid was Shawna's new boyfriend. I wasn't really sure why, but I felt a little jealous.
Louise continued.
"Anyway Ron, we'll get to meet Ricky in person soon enough, he's going to babysit with Shawna when we go out with Joanne and Randall."
I looked a little shocked. Louise picked up on this.
"Ah, I didn't get a chance to say. I saw Joanne at the mall earlier. She suggested it. She's booking us into that new Tapas place near the Crowne Plaza. I said we'd meet them in the hotel bar for drinks first."
So, Louise had done it again. I wasn't unhappy at the prospect of fucking Joanne. But I wasn't overjoyed that Louise was, I assumed, fully intending to thoroughly enjoy Randall's thick black dick. And once again I hadn't been consulted. That irked me somewhat.
Rather than argue, I just said "Cool" and I mentioned I'd heard the new restaurant was good. Expensive, but good.
I was also a little pissed when I realized that it meant there was practically no chance I'd be getting to fuck Shawna when we got home that night. The new boyfriend would be with her. And I thought that Joanne would be quite demanding, so when we got home, more sex wouldn't be top of the menu. And Randall would likely have pounded Louise into the following week with that thick black cock of his.
Then there was the other stuff I needed to think about. Like Randall directly. I wondered how I'd interact with Randall, who had confessed to me that he was bisexual that night we'd fooled around with Elsa at the Maloney's. Would there be an expectation that I'd participate in sexual activity with Randall? I wasn't sure he was my type. He was tall, very slim, smooth skinned. Very dark. He had a very thick cock, probably 8- inches in length. When we'd fucked Elsa together I hadn't really considered any sexual contact between us. I decided to think about it later.
I could see that Louise and Mandy had a pile of pictures on the coffee table in front of them. I asked about them. Louise asked Mandy to explain.
Mandy told me she'd been getting 'commissions' from women for tattoo designs.
"You've seen Debbie Parker's right, Ron? Louise mentioned that. Anyway. That was my first design. I can make decent money now that I've linked up with a tattoo artist. Seems a lot of customers these days are women, and a lot of them are in their 30s and 40s. Career women. These types of people are paying six, even seven hundred dollars for an exclusive design. We're selling that. Once a design is used, the tattooist will never use it again. A one off. I get 150 bucks a sale. Since I started 3 months ago I've sold 20 designs."
I liked Mandy. As a person. She was friendly, easy to talk to. I was glad she was doing well working on something she really liked.
Mandy was what I would describe as "Bohemian". She changed her look often, but was never 'boring' in how she dressed. The spiky hair had gone, Mandy now had a short bleached crew cut with a longer lick of hair gelled up at the front. She wore a diamond nose stud in her left nostril, and had a visible tattoo of a bird on her neck. It looked like hummingbird, in flight, the coloring done mostly in blues and reds. Multiple ear piercings. She wore quite low-key make-up. Dark eye-liner, thick lashes, and a matt pink lipstick.
Mandy wore a pastel-blue angel-print blouse. It looked like the material was silk. It was slightly transparent and had a loose-fitting shape. It seemed to me that Mandy was bra-less. Mandy had finished her look with tight white three-quarter-length jeans, ripped at the knees, and white ballet shoes. She had a turquoise blue shell bracelet round her left ankle. The look was a little sixties, a little hippy. Sometimes Mandy would dress more "punky", but the way she looked tonight was a bit more natural and made her look very pretty.
Louise spoke next. "Ron, grab a beer! We've still got some wine."
I headed to the kitchen and the refrigerator, cracked open a Budweiser.
I walked back in just as Louise was lighting Mandy's Lucky, before lighting her own Marlboro. I noticed she was now using a metallic lighter, the red plastic one was gone.
"Ron, I want to run something by you. You don't have to agree."
Fuck, here we go again I thought, but given it was Louise, Mandy and me in the room, I was all ears.
"It's never really come up before, I guess you and I, we didn't talk about these things a lot until recently, but you won't be a million percent surprised if I tell you tonight that Mandy is a lesbian."
She was right, it wasn't a total shock, in the social interactions we'd had with Mandy she was pretty much always on her own. No boyfriends. Too decent looking to never have boyfriends, I felt.
Mandy looked really calm, drawing on her cigarette, then playing with it in the ashtray.
Louise continued.
"Anyway, Ron. Mandy recently broke up with her girlfriend Kim. We had lunch last week. I won't lie, I discussed our new sexual situation."
I screwed my eyes together slowly. Who the fuck was Louise telling this shit to? Everybody? Louise saw my consternation.
"Ron, I'm being open. Telling you now. Here's what I'd like to do with Mandy. Mandy doesn't go for guys. She's strictly girl-girl only. I told you about wanting to go to an adult store. Well, Mandy's brought some toys. Mandy, show Ron."
Mandy stuck her half-smoked Lucky between her lips and reached into her blue canvas tote bag that was lying on the floor to her left. She meticulously pulled out a selection of 'toys'.
A large shiny pink double ended dildo, it looked about a foot-and-a-half long.
A two headed purple thing, which looked like a normal cock shaped dildo but with a smaller about 5-inch cock underneath the 8-inch part.
A gold shiny vibrator, it looked about 7-inches long.
A smaller black object, looked about 4 or 5 inches long, with a U-shape at the base. It looked slightly like an anchor.
Finally, a thing that looked like a bottle of hand soap, which had 'Passion' written on the side.
Once Mandy stopped pulling things from her 'bag of tricks', Louise spoke again.
"Ron, what I'd like to do is for Mandy and me to 'get it on'. I want you to strip, and I want you to watch. We have to be clear on this. You can't touch Mandy, she doesn't do anything with males, it's not you personally."
Mandy stubbed out her Lucky.
"Ron, I'm sorry, but I really only go for girls."
Louise picked up the conversation again.
"Ron, we need you to watch. I personally would love it if you jerked off. But you mustn't touch Mandy, OK?"
I was completely unsure. I looked at Louise, then Mandy.
"Louise, sorry, Mandy I mean. If I take my clothes off and do as Louise suggests, it won't freak you out?"
Mandy smiled at me.
"Ron, I know how much you love Louise. Louise has told me the way you've handled recent events. I know you're a good guy, hell, by the sounds of it, you're one-in-a-million. I'm OK if you're OK. But there won't be any wet- dream-turning-me-back-onto-men shit happening. Please, just let me and Louise do what we're going to do. And if you want to come, just holler, I'll watch, but don't get any of your gunk, near me. Please. OK?"
What could I say?
"OK, Ron", said Louise. Mandy and me are going upstairs. Give us five minutes, OK?"
I nodded.
"And baby", Louise continued, "Don't shower. I like the way you taste after softball."
Louise took a final drag on her Marlboro, then leaned forward and stubbed it out in the ashtray.
"And, Ron, if I ask you to do some stuff while I'm in the middle of this, I hope you go along with it."
Another fucking puzzle. Although I suspected where this one might be going.
TO BE CONTINUED