She’d undressed me with a finesse that belied her years. She had made me feel special, pretty, the way she’d been so delicate as she opened up my pussy lips with her thumbs, going right for my clit in a way the boys never did-the way the boys didn’t seem to know how yet. They were so focused on finding the right hole.
Rhonda. I remembered how she’d gotten between my thighs and licked my pussy in rapidly reducing circles, tighter and tighter around my clit until I came, until I thought I might actually pass out from the pleasure. She’d made a ring with her lips and sucked hard, then tapped the tip of her tongue right against my clit until she’d spiraled me into an unexpected second climax, something that had never happened to me at that point.
I realized I’d lapsed into silence. Jill had, too. What sort of experience had she shared with Rhonda? When I asked, she said, “You know, I was so fucking naive. I thought that the encounter meant I was a lesbian, meant that she and I were destined to be together.”
I laughed.
“I’m serious. I wondered how I was going to break the news to my parents. Would I have to dress differently? Become a vegan? And then I saw her the next night with her arm around a different girl, and understood that although I’d had a fabulous night, I hadn’t had a transformation and neither had she. Rhonda simply had a fetish for deflowering.”
We moved onto another page of alumni I could not for the life of me remember.
“So who was your favorite that year?” Jill asked. “Did one lover stand out for you?”
I hesitated, and she said, “I know who was my favorite.”
“Tell,” I demanded, knowing it would give me time.
“Do you remember Jason?”
“The R.A.? You fucked the R.A.?”
“Of course. Didn’t you?”
“Well, no. I didn’t realize he would have. I mean, he acted like a boy scout.”
“Yeah, that’s what he was so good with the knots.”
“Excuse me?”
“He was a bondage geek. He loved tying girls up. God, I miss college. Everyone seemed to wear their fetish on their sleeve. Do you know what I mean? You could tell when people were discovering something that worked for them.”
“I don’t know…” I drawled. “There was also a lot of shaving cream fights, and bringing beer into the dorm in big suitcases, and that incident with the Jell-o in the washing machine.”
“Sometimes people need a little beer to discover what works for them,” Jill said matter-of-factly. “Like after one of those shaving cream fights, Jason tied me down and shaved my pussy.”
“Are you serious?”
“He didn’t even tell me what he was going to do. He simply asked if I was okay being bound, and I told him I’d never been before. He took four ties-university ties, I swear-and he bound me down on his bed. Because he was an R.A., he didn’t have a roommate. We could hear the rest of the heathens running around like maniacs in the hall. But Jason very studiously used shaving cream, a bowl of water, and his own razor and shaved off all my pubic hair and then dried me tenderly with a towel.”
“And then?”
“Oh, God,” Jill sighed. “And then he went down on me for what felt like hours. I’d never shaved off everything before. I’d toyed around with a little patch, but I hadn’t ever gone totally bare. The first feeling of his tongue on my naked skin was electrifying.”
I sighed.
“Of course, the stubble grew in right during finals, and I had to try not to squirm in all of my classes.”
We laughed together at that, and then Jill said, “College is a time for firsts, isn’t it?”
“And lasts,” I said.
“Lasts?”
“Do you remember Bill Waters?” I asked her, finally ready to come clean.
“Bill?” I heard her clicking on the computer. She was obviously trying to find him on the alumni pages, hoping to jog her memory. “What did he look like?”
I smiled to myself. “Well, he’s six foot four, dark hair, blue eyes. Very well muscled. Handsome as a movie star.”
She was still clicking. “What was his deal?” I liked the way Jill thought. We all have our buttons, don’t we?
“He was the one who liked to know what everyone else was doing.”
“Oh, studious, right? Always watching.”
“And listening.”
I thought of Bill, one shower over, listening while Terry and I fucked. The image sent a shiver through me as it had two decades earlier. Bill had said to me, “Ask him, love, and I’ll sneak in before. And while he’s fucking you, I’ll be jerking off in the next stall. Think of that, Betty. Think of my hand working my cock while he fucks your sweet, slippery pussy. Think of me splattering the tile wall with my come while I picture the two of you fucking.”
“Listening?” Jill asked.
“Yeah.” I thought of the times Bill had been in the closet, door cracked open, while I’d had a lover in my bed. Sometimes, that had taken a little bit of effort. The night with Rhonda, I’d had to make an excuse to get her out of the room and him into the room before she and I had gone all topsy-turvy on the bed. But it had been worth it. He told me later that watching Rhonda eat me out had taught him more about going down on a woman than any dirty video he’d ever seen. He had forced himself not to come, so that when Rhonda ultimately left for her own room, he’d climbed into the bed with me and done me right, fucking my pussy that was still all slippery from her tongue.
“Oh, I found him,” she said. “William Waters.”
“Yup.”
With Marcus, Bill had tried something new. He’d asked me to set up a tiny video camera surreptitiously on my desk. Bill was always good with gadgets. He hadn’t known Marcus would be my next lover, but the boy had worked perfectly. The fact that Marcus had his own kink-the full face of makeup-had made our amateur X-rated video that much sexier. Although the camera was fixed, we were still able to get a fairly decent movie of Marcus and I together, even if we were out of the frame from time to time.
“Wait,” she was confused, I could tell. “You’re Betty Waters now?”
“Uh huh.”
“You married him?”
I giggled. “Yeah.”
I looked at Bill, who was on the bed next to me, his big thick cock in his fist, stroking fast and furious. Our talk of prior lovers had definitely amped him up. He’s always been like that. Ever since college. What turns him on more than anything is seeing me with other lovers. Hearing me talk about fucking other people is a close second. The whole conversation with Jill had been foreplay to Bill.
Now he pushed my skirt to my waist and pulled my panties off. For a moment, I thought he’d start fucking me while I was still on the phone, but instead, he began to lick my pussy.
“So I’ll see the two of you at the reunion?” Jill asked.
“I don’t think so,” I told her, happy to keep the past in the past. I worked to keep my voice steady as Bill lapped at my clit. “But thank you for the trip down memory lane.”
Then I hung up the phone and fell back onto the mattress as Bill took me on a reunion of our own.
Part III
A lot of what I write is “from life”. That’s not to confirm nor deny that I’ve done all the things I write about. But the motivations and interactions of my characters tend to be drawn from how I feel. And though I’ve written some menage, I always find myself drawn back to the intensity of a couple relationship. It’s both a womb and a wall. It protects and contains, it nurtures and adapts. For the two people involved, it’s the most exclusive club in the world.
Midge
The phone rang a couple of times before Jen picked up.
“Hello?”
I put on a southern accent. “Hi there, little lady. Is your mommy home?”
“Yes, sir, she is. But she’s in my bed with Mr Ridge’s cock up her ass.”