Benny breathed through his nose with painful intensity, his lips pulled the pliable flesh between his lips, and his teeth nibbled with restrained delight on the stiffening, rising tip. He felt Cecil thrust his body forward and his hand went down… As the hungry finger plunged ever deeper through the anal orifice, Benny moved his other hand onto Cecil's crotch. He felt the small organ pulsing through the satin. His finger lunged deep in the anus and Cecil squealed a muffled squeal, then jerked, sobbed out panted breath, then jerked again… and again. The satin under Benny's hand squirmed, pulsed then became wet.
Cecil sagged against Benny, then he murmured gently, "I came, Benny I came again."
Benny looked at Cecil's face: it seemed softer, warmer than it had a moment before. As he sank tiredly but happily onto the stool, Cecil smiled and murmured, "Thank you, Benny."
Benny dragged up his chair, dropped into it, stared at the flesh so close to his face, which quivered with each indrawn breath. "You've wet your panties, Cecile," he said, smiling as though he was talking to a naughty little girl, "I’ll have to get you another pair. Tell me what color you'd like."
"Pink," said Cecil sweetly, "Pink panties, Benny, please " and he smiled, leaned forward, and touched Benny's lips lightly with his tongue.
Then Benny went into his shop and selected the briefs that Cecil would wear for his date with Beverly.
Chapter 15
Beverly waited for Cecil in the Ajax Terminal. Her eyes flickered anxiously as she glanced expectantly at each new arrival through the terminal doors. She hoped that Cecil would not be late! Beverly felt ill at ease in this strange part of the city. The young girl sitting beside Beverly on the waiting room bench, turned her head, spoke: "Hello, Bev."
She started, turned, then stared. "Cecil!" she murmured his name with wonder. "I'd never have guessed " she drew in her breath quickly, "Cecil," she whispered, "you look cute!"
Beverly giggled – but Cecil felt as pleased as any girl would at receiving a compliment. "Thanks, Bev," he murmured, smiling, "so do you!" They giggled together like two schoolgirls just let out of class, then Cecil asked, "What d'you want to do, Bev?"
Her eyes shone mischievously. "We could go to a dance… " she murmured, "see if we get picked up."
Cecil smiled with her, then his voice became serious as he mouthed softly: "That'd be something, wouldn't it, Bev?"
She nodded, then said: "I'd like to go to a movie."
He said okay, so they got up from the bench then arm in arm, like a couple of girl friends having a night out, they strolled to the nearby cinema.
Beverly held Cecil's hand as they huddled close together in the theater. As the feature film was ending, she leaned towards Cecil, whispered into his ear, "Happy? D'you feel happy?"
"Yes," he murmured, "I like to be with you, Bev."
She squeezed his hand in appreciation, then Cecil asked: " How do you feel?"
Surreptitiously, in the darkness, she thrust his hand under her short miniskirt. His fingers felt warm flesh, brushed on short hairs, then felt soft, moist lips move… "I feel like it," whispered Beverly wetly, her voice thrilling with emotion, "Just like it!"
Cecil felt a stirring at his crotch. His body wriggled sinuously in his seat. "Where where could we go?" he hissed with restrained emotion. "I don't know any place near… "he broke off as a man, leaving the theater, brushed past them. As he squeezed past, the man's eyes went down and caught a glimpse of white thigh and Cecil's hand… He drew in his breath noisily, paused for a fraction of a second, then he mouthed: "You girls oughta be in the Eros Cafe." There was a sneer of anger in the words.
Cecil stared at Beverly, blankly, when the man had gone.
"What's the Eros Cafe?" Beverly asked.
Cecil shrugged, withdrew his hand guiltily, then gave Beverly an intimate smile. "We'd better be good girls," he murmured.
As they sidled down the row of seats to leave the theater, Cecil felt a hand thrust under his skirt then hard fingers squeezed a piece of flesh, painfully. He half turned, a smothered sound of protest on his lips, and stared into the face of an elderly man. He closed his mouth firmly and followed Beverly in silence. When they were outside the theater, he told Bev what had happened.
She smiled complacently. "Now, you see," she said, a small smirk on her pretty face. "How'd you like it?"
Cecil thought before he answered. "I I didn't like it, Bev," he murmured, slowly. "I didn't like it at all!"
"That's what we have to put up with all the time," said Bev, linking her arm in Cecil's. "We girls, " she added, smiling wickedly into his eyes.
The cafe was right across the street from the theater, less than a block from Benny's, Cecil realized. Beverly saw it first.
"Look!" she said suddenly, pointing, "The Eros Cafe!"
"The place that guy said," muttered Cecil, remembering.
"Yes," Beverly whispered, "I wonder why?"
Wordlessly, they crossed the street, stood outside the entrance and stared inside.
"It's just an ordinary cafe," said Cecil.
Beverly's eyes seemed brighter. "We could go in " she murmured softly, "have coffee."
Cecil looked intently at Beverly, then nodded in agreement.
They had intended to sit at the counter but the hostess had seated them in a booth before they realized it. It wasn't until they had ordered coffee that Cecil noticed something, nudged Beverly, then whispered: "They're all girls in here there aren't any men!"
Beverly's eyes flickered around the cafe… Cecil was right. All the customers were girls! She glanced at the staff. Waitresses, hostesses even at the tiny bar in the corner the attendant was a girl. Then she stared at the couple in the opposite booth. A very young girl and a woman an older woman. Beverly saw the woman whisper into the girl's ear and they giggled together then the older woman's head went down and the young girl wriggled her body, squirming, twisting herself as she was kissed deeply, passionately on the mouth. "It's a lesbian club," said Beverly quietly, a thrill of excitement in her voice. "All the girls are lesbians!"
Cecil stared at Beverly's face. She seemed all worked up! Bev didn't get excited very often. He glanced at the couple that had aroused her… Saw the woman's hand on the girl's thigh… Saw and understood. He looked at Beverly again. "You been in a place like this before?" he asked.
"No," Beverly took a deep breath, "There there aren't any around where we live but I’ve heard of them!" Her voice was pent – up with emotion.
Later, Cecil glanced at the time. "I've got to go to Benny's to change," he murmured, "I can't go home dressed like this." He gave a small laugh as he thought of his mother's reaction if he did. "Will you be all right waiting here " he glanced anxiously at Beverly's face. "I mean Bev all right?"
"Yess," she whispered in a long, drawn – out sigh.
"I mean," he said, "we can go back on the bus together. I’ll only be a minute."
Beverly turned her strangely bright eyes on him. "Yes, Cecil," she repeated, "it's all right – I said it's all right."
He hesitated, feeling unaccountably anxious all of a sudden, then he rose to his feet slowly. "I’ll be as quick as I can," he said before he left.
Cecil hurried back towards the Eros Cafe. Benny was a pretty good guy, he thought. The little man hadn't delayed him. When he'd told him that Bev was waiting he'd contented himself with a hot, deep kiss on Cecil's lips after he'd entered the shop then when he was changing, Benny had thrust his hand inside the new pink panties, inserted his finger with a sensually sweet probe into the eagerly opening mouth of the star that nestled so snugly between the softly throbbing cheeks.
"Delicious, Benny," Cecil had crooned, squirming his buttocks ecstatically, "deee-licious!"
When he was leaving the shop, he said, "I’ll be back very soon." And Benny had stared after him with a strange new longing and yearning etched on his face.