He did just that, watching as she soaped her breasts again. Her nipples were sticking up proudly, the areoles perfect circles the size of half dollars. How slick they would feel against his hands, how firm. She moved the soap lower again. Her tummy was flat and smooth, her belly button flawless. How he would love to run his tongue over it.
"Of course you know what the implication of the scene was, don't you?" she asked, her hand trailing down into her pubic hair again, making lazy soap circles through it.
"Uh... I'm not sure," he said, hardly aware of what she was even talking about, so entranced was he by the visualization.
"Why masturbation of course," she said. "They couldn't actually show me playing with myself, but they could show me... getting ready to, you know what I mean?" She let go of the soap. It dropped beneath the water and disappeared. Her pelvis rose up out of the water, giving him an unimpeded view of her womanhood for the first time. Her lips were swollen and open. Her clitoris was erect and ready for pleasure. Her fingers dipped down, two of them sliding across those lips, touching them, delving inside for the briefest of seconds. "This," she said, her voice getting heavier, "is what the audience really wanted to see. What they were imagining. Mmmm, I wish I could've showed them this too."
"Oh God," Jake groaned. His hand dropped down to the bulge in his pants. He rubbed it a few times.
"But you can see it, Jake," she said, sliding her fingers a little faster. "You can see what I really wanted to do in that tub, what everyone really wanted me to do."
"Angie... Jesus," he said, rubbing the bulge a little more. He started to drop to his knees.
"No," she said, shaking her head. "Keep standing. No touching me. We stay at first base."
He grunted in frustration but stayed on his feet.
"But you can touch yourself," she said. "That's not going beyond first base." Her eyes locked onto his crotch. "Play with yourself while you watch me. I want to see it."
He didn't hesitate for a second. He ripped his jeans open and pushed them down, his underwear going with them. His hand went to his hard cock and began to stroke.
"Yessss," she said, licking her lips, her fingers moving faster against her lips. "That's right. Play with it. Jack off while you look at me."
He began to stroke faster, as did she. Her hands began to make circles around her clit. Her other hand went down there and slid first one and then two fingers inside of her body. They began to move in and out in short jabs.
Jake fought to keep his orgasm under control, employing every mental block he had learned over his sexual years. Despite this furious effort, he knew he wasn't going to last long. This was, without a doubt, the most erotic, sensual thing he'd ever experienced. And he wasn't even touching her.
"I'm gonna... gonna come, Jake," she panted, her fingers now a blur, her pelvis rising and falling, sending ripples of water out to either side of her. "And when I do, I want you to come too. I want you to come all over my body."
Jake's mental blocks crumbled in a smoking, sizzling wreck as he heard this. He began to tremble all over, his legs going weak, his own hand now a blur as well. "You better... better hurry," he grunted.
She hurried. With a drawn out groan of pleasure she began to come, her body nearly seizing as it released. He groaned as well, his orgasm slamming through his body, building and peaking with an intensity that was almost frightening.
"All over me," she panted, her fingers still working away. "All over meeeeeeee!"
He semen sprayed out of him with a power unlike anything he'd experienced before, spurt after spurt hitting her in the breasts, in the stomach, on her hands as they played, on her thighs. She moaned and jerked with each blast that struck her. When it was finally over she slumped down in the tub with enough force to send a wave of water splashing out. He slumped to his knees, landing in the puddle she'd created.
They sat in silence for a few moments, basking in their respective afterglows. Finally he looked over at her. "How about we go out again tomorrow night?" he asked. "I've just got to find out what second base is like."
They got together the next night after work. This time they drank a six-pack of beer before commencing with the make-out session. As promised, the second date led to a second base encounter. She allowed him to put his hand under her shirt and beneath her brassiere. Her breasts felt heavenly. Later, she allowed him to remove her shirt and suckle her nipples. They tasted as heavenly as they felt. Later still she stripped off her clothes and had him rub baby oil into her breasts. He used nearly half a bottle, his hands slipping and sliding over the perfect orbs but not allowed to venture below. The evening ended with her masturbating herself as he stroked her breasts with one hand and his cock with the other, until he ejaculated all over her oily boobs as she herself came.
Their third date was the following Tuesday. They actually went out to a restaurant and a movie that day and commenced making out in the back row of the movie theater. He soon had his hand up her skirt and in the tightness of her body, driving in and out. She played with his cock through his jeans and finally, just before the credits rolled, took it out and stroked it. He managed to give her two orgasms. She refused to allow him to come, however. She wanted to save that for later. Back at her place she dropped to her knees and elbows, pulled up her skirt, slid down her panties, and had him violently finger-fuck her from behind. As she approached orgasm she let him go to "third and a half base" and put his mouth on her pussy. He ate her to two orgasms, one from behind and one from the front. After, she opened his pants and gave him an agonizingly slow blowjob, teasing him unmercifully for the better part of thirty minutes before finally allowing him to blast a torrent of semen into her mouth.
The fourth date was not really a date at all. They spent eight hours in her apartment, screwing each other's brains out in every conceivable way.
Their relationship continued and was initially based primarily on passion and the alleviation of their considerable lust whenever they were able to be together outside of work. Often they would begin within minutes of finding themselves alone, sometimes the moment the door shut behind them. On one memorable occasion Jake fucked her as she stood against the door, while she was still wearing her waitress uniform and smelling of food and liquor and cigarette smoke from her shift. Their sessions lasted for hours at times as they basked in the pleasures of the flesh. Both of them happily accepted that it was a friends-with-benefits arrangement, concluding this was just what they were looking for. But as time went by and their lives went on, as Jake went to recording sessions and listened to endless bullshit from Acardio and Bailey and even Shaver, and as Angelina went to audition after audition and was turned down on the basis of her imperfect face time and time again, a strange thing began to happen, so slowly that they hardly realized it. The friendship part began to become more important than the benefits. Though their sex life remained active, varied, and even unconventional at times, they found themselves getting together just to talk more and more often. They began to call each other on the phone when they couldn't get together-Jake from the recording studio, Angelina from various studios or agent's offices. They began to go out to restaurants and to take weekend trips to the beach just because they wanted to be together. Before either of them realized it had happened, their booty-call relationship evolved into an actual lover's relationship, complete with passion, jealousy, longing, and trust.
On August 28, 1982, the final voice track of the first Intemperance album was completed. The next day the dubbing and mixing began. The band was asked to redo individual portions of the songs-a ten second section of guitar here, a twenty-second portion of drums there, a piano section somewhere else, a bit of lead or backing vocal somewhere else still. Each of these dubs required an average of fifteen to twenty takes before the techs were satisfied it was right. In addition, they did a multitude of overdubs. Overdubs were extra instrumental tracks-usually guitars-that were laid down atop the existing music to make it blend smoother or sound better on tape.