Chapter 41: What Are You Going To Do?

April 29, 1983, Chicago, Illinois

"Soon," I groaned as Marcia sucked, stroked, and swirled her tongue.

I knew my body well enough, and a few seconds later, I twitched as Marcia stroked faster, sucked harder, and swirled her tongue faster. A few seconds later, a jet of cum shot into Marcia's mouth. She coughed and spluttered but didn't stop pleasuring me as additional spurts entered her mouth.

She continued for close to a minute after the last spurt, then released me, and true to her implication before we'd begun, French kissed me without swallowing. We kissed for a couple of minutes before Marcia finally broke the kiss.

"That was more fun than I thought it would be!" she declared.

"If you enjoyed that, just wait! On your back, please!"

"I'm curious, because nobody has ever done that to me, but how long do you do it?"

"How many orgasms do you want?" I asked with a grin.

Marcia laughed softly, moved to her back, and spread her legs invitingly.

April 30, 1983, Chicago, Illinois

"I apologize," Marcia said as we got out of bed on Saturday morning.

"For what?" I asked.

"Being such a ... I don't even know what the word is ... when you stayed the first night."

"There's no need to apologize for naïveté or inexperience! Last night was a lot of fun, and the 'good morning blowjob' was awesome! If you want to get back in bed, I'd be happy to have another vigorous screw."

Marcia laughed softly, "Oh, God, yes!"

I took her hand led her back to bed, and after I brought her off twice with my mouth, we screwed hard, then got out of bed and went to the shower.

"Do you want to hear something silly?" she asked as she turned on the tap.

"What's that?"

"Last time, I was totally uncomfortable with you seeing me naked."

"I think turning out the lights, being under the covers, and you putting on a nightgown once we'd finished telegraphed that quite clearly! I hope you realize that you're sexy."

Marcia laughed softly as we got into the shower.

"I certainly didn't ever feel that way before last night. I behaved more like a High School girl than a college graduate."

"Not last night or this morning!" I said as I began soaping her body.

"It was like once I took you into my mouth, all my inhibitions disappeared."

"And now you're comfortable with your body and what I suppose we'll call adult sex."

"True," Marcia agreed. "I really liked being on top. I'd never done that before, either."

"Nor taken a shower with someone!"

"This is fun, too. I was really an idiot."

"No, you weren't. Naïveté is not about being dumb, just about being inexperienced or uninformed."

"You don't seem to have had that problem."

"The difference is my first time was with someone I'd known for over fourteen years and someone with whom I was totally comfortable and had shared everything. It just felt natural to be naked with Bev."

"But things fell apart, right?" Marcia asked as she moved under the spray to rinse off the lather.

"Mainly because I screwed up and didn't communicate with her, and then things kind of spiraled out of control. We both made big mistakes."

"And those can't be fixed?" Marcia asked as she began lathering my chest.

"I honestly don't know," I replied. "Bev has a bunch of things she has to work through before that can happen. I'll do everything I can to help, but in the end, it's up to her."

"Uhm, before I continue, is washing a certain part of you going to cause problems?"

I chuckled, "It often has a mind of its own, but after three blowjobs and four screws, I think you're safe! Well, unless you don't want to be safe!"

Marcia laughed softly and ran her soapy hands over my groin. I didn't have the reaction she'd asked about, which didn't surprise me because, after seven times in just over seven hours, and the most recent less than ten minutes before, it would more than just a bit of stroking to get me hard. She finished soaping me, I rinsed off, then we got out of the shower. We dried off, dressed, then went downstairs so Marcia could make the breakfast she'd promised.

We ate bacon, eggs, and toast, then I helped Marcia clean up. When the last plate was dried and put away, Marcia walked me to the door.

"I'd like to do this again," she said.

"I'm busy for the next ten days or so. Once my class ends in May, I'll have more free time."

"This is just a casual thing, so I know it won't be too often. But I absolutely want to see you again."

"We'll stay in touch," I replied.

"I have something you want ... contacts!" Marcia said saucily.

"It's more than that," I replied. "If it were only that, I'd have gone home last night."

"Because the first time sucked. But then again, so did this time, just in a different way!"

"And your attitude has changed completely as well. Honestly, if the last twelve hours are representative of a new mindset, I think you'll be in a committed relationship before the end of the year."

"What makes you say that?"

"Your fear of physical intimacy was causing you to act, and please take this as coming from a friend, flaky. You won't be as tentative or give off conflicting messages, and that will change everything."

"How the heck does a twenty-year-old kid figure out something like that?"

"An analytical mind, curiosity, and the right friends who have steered me in the right direction."

"You certainly analyzed me correctly last night!"

I smiled, "Glad I could help!"

We exchanged a hug and a quick kiss, then I left the townhouse to walk to my car, which had been parked some distance away. About twenty minutes later, I parked in the driveway, then walked into the house.

"That was unexpected!" Bianca said with a smirk when I walked in.

"Are you keeping score now?"

"I should! But then you'll need to give me a rating like the Olympic judges in skating and gymnastics!"

"I'm thinking that's a bad idea," I replied.

"I don't! Come have some coffee."

"Let me change out of my suit, please. Then we need to go grocery shopping and stop at the dry cleaners."

"Just you and me so we can chat?"

"That's fine, though if someone else offers to come along, it's tough to say 'no'."

I went upstairs to change, then came back downstairs, and Bianca and I left for Jewel.

"What did you want to talk about?" I asked once I'd backed out of the driveway.

"If you mean from what I said on Thursday night, nothing specific. So, you and Marcia?"

"Just friends," I replied. "I just don't see her as a good life partner."

"You have Keiko sized up for a wedding dress."

"I wouldn't go that far," I replied. "But the analytical side says she checks all the boxes."

"And you've checked HER box and obviously found it to be excellent?" Bianca teased.

"Cute."

"I know I might be hurting my case, but if you think that, why not give her what she clearly wants? And I don't mean eight hard inches!"

"I think you know the answer to that."

"Violet?"

I nodded, "She's made tremendous progress. Whether or not she can make more is an open question. And given Keiko isn't pushing the issue, I'd prefer to let things play out."

"What's your gut feeling?"

"That Violet and I will be close friends, but it will never move beyond simple hugs and kisses on the cheek. She has really come out of her shell and is open about her feelings, and that's her take as well, at least if I can read between the lines. But Violet isn't the only reason."

"Oh?"

"What kind of moron would do anything to mess up a week in Saint Martin with five gorgeous girls, all of whom want to have sex with him?!"

Bianca laughed, "There is that! I do have one important request, and I'm going to state it clearly — before you ask Keiko to marry you, the three of us sit down and discuss me having a kid with you."

"I don't think Keiko would be opposed so long as that happened before we married, if that's what ultimately happens."

"Which sets the timeline for at least three years from now, given I want to graduate and get a job before I get pregnant."

"Which dovetails with Keiko's timeline, at least as I understand it. But we're getting way ahead of the game! I have no plans to commit to anyone in the near term, and I'm certainly not going to do it on the spur of the moment."

"Not even for Violet?"

"That would be the epitome of stupid," I replied. "That said, I'm positive she'd want an exclusive relationship, but she and I would have to have several serious conversations, given that I am positive that she'd see moving beyond hugs and kisses on the cheek as a commitment."

"A French kiss is the equivalent of a commitment?"

"Think about who she is and what she's been through, and just what it would take psychologically for her to get to that point and what it would mean for her. In a sense, it's no different from Teri's insistence on marriage before sex. If Teri were to relent, it would be on the understanding it was a formal commitment to marry."

"And that would be OK with you?"

I shrugged, "Do you really think a 'test drive' is necessary? I mean, you can discuss things beforehand and have a pretty good idea of whether or not your views are compatible. And it's not as if sex is difficult! You and Shelly are proof that a first time can be awesome for both partners and that it's easy to figure it out! In fact, all the virgins I've been with have been awesome. I've had what you might call mediocre sex on one occasion, and that was with an experienced girl, and it got better."

"I see your point," Bianca replied. "I think it might be different from a girl's perspective, as male performance is highly variable, at least according to my friends."

"I wouldn't know from experience!" I chuckled. "Or even discussing it, because it's a topic which holds zero interest for me. That said, I can see your point, though communication would solve most of it, I think."

"Not lack of stamina or unwillingness to do things the girl wants to do."

"On the first one, sure, but the second? That was my point about communication. If a girl tells me she doesn't like oral sex, that's a potential red flag. I'd say you'd say the same thing about a guy."

"Or a girl! Though there are dildos, fingers, and vibrators."

"You?"

"I have fingers, yes!" Bianca smirked.

"Not what I meant, and you know it!"

"Oh," Bianca said flatly.

"Now you're messing with me the way I mess with everyone else!"

"So I learned from an expert, just as I did with sex! Yes, I have a vibrator and a dildo."

"Is it the 'personal massager' type from Osco?" I asked.

"No. I bought both at The Pleasure Chest, and the dildo is silicone, not plastic, and has a small projection that you push against your clitoral hood, and the orgasms are out of this world."

"Bested by technology," I chuckled.

"There's a big difference," Bianca said. "The vibrator is pure pleasure; orgasms with you are emotionally fulfilling. If I had to choose, I'd much rather have you fuck me than use the vibrator on myself. Of course, I could use it on YOU!"

"What is it with you wanting to put stuff in my butt?" I asked.

Bianca laughed softly, "Not interested in taking a walk on the wild side?"

"That isn't what I said! I'm actually curious what it does for you."

"I don't think you'll accept the answer that it excites me."

"If that's all it is, then I'll accept it. I think there's more."

"Power and dominance," Bianca replied. "There's something powerful about penetration. And honestly, I mean that from both perspectives. I like the feeling of being penetrated, which demonstrates the power pussy has on guys. Have you heard the joke about little Johnny and his friend Janey?"

"No."

"One day, in kindergarten, little Johnny goes to his friend Janey, shows her his dick, and says, 'I have one of these, and you don't'. She leaves crying. The next day she comes to school pulls down her panties and shows him her pussy. 'Mom says I have one of these, and with one of these, I can get as many of those as I want!'."

I laughed hard, "A good point which neatly defines the fact that girls are, ultimately, in control."

"Yes, but the power is subtly different from being the one who penetrates. So that's why. And you know I'm willing to try just about anything that doesn't involve pain or injury. And you know it's not just me; look at Katy and Esme as another example. Katy's had threesomes in every configuration now — three girls, two girls and a guy, and two guys and a girl. And Esme is absolutely going to go for that. In fact, I'd wager they have the equivalent of a baseball game where everyone does everyone in every configuration."

"I believe the technical term for that is 'orgy'!"

"My cousin is wild enough to go for it! And you know Katy is."

"That would require bisexual guys, though, right?"

"I think it depends on how you mean that. First, you can have sex with someone you aren't attracted to, and second, most definitions are either overly broad or overly narrow. I wouldn't call Shelly bi because she really is only attracted to guys. What she and I had was different. She won't miss it at all.

"I, on the other hand, am basically a lesbian, as I don't have any real interest in sex with guys and want a life partner who is a girl. That said, I really enjoy fooling around with you. Other than you, the only way I'd even consider sex with another guy is if you and I end up not having a kid together for some reason."

"I'm trying to figure out the sequence of events and your thinking."

"Partly, you could blame society and my family. I knew I was attracted to girls in High School, but growing up in a traditional, conservative Catholic family, I knew I was supposed to get married, have sex only with my husband, have kids, and do all the other traditional things.

"Because of that, I kind of suppressed my feelings and made out with guys, even though it didn't feel quite right. I wasn't grossed out, but it just didn't do anything special for me. I participated in Paula's games because I wanted to see a guy and a girl have sex. Once I saw Shelly, I was curious and intrigued. Of course, I also was basically drooling over Shelly as much as you were!"

"And that's what led to you suggesting being together with me and then enticing Shelly to experiment with you."

"Yes," Bianca agreed, "though she did so freely."

"Yes, of course. I meant simply providing the enticement, which she freely accepted. I didn't mean you coërced her or anything. I think I know the answer to this, but who turned you on more?"

"Shelly, obviously! It was seeing her have sex with you that made me decide to go for it. I discovered I liked it and wanted to keep doing it, but I really had my eye set on Shelly."

"And now things become clearer!"

"That doesn't bother you, does it?"

"Not in the least. It's not as if I didn't benefit from your desire! And that continues to be true! So, you and Juliette?"

I saw Bianca shrug out of the corner of my eye as I pulled into the Jewel parking lot.

"We'll see. I like her a lot, and she's fun both in bed and out of bed. I doubt she'd have a problem with me having a kid with you, either."

"So she checks all the boxes, has checked your box, and you've checked her box!"

Bianca laughed, "Nice way to use my own words against me! One question before we get out of the car."

"What's that?"

"OK to bring my vibrator to Saint Martin? I figure a tropical paradise is the place to go for the extreme experiment!"

I chuckled, "Oh, hell, why not?! We're going to a nude beach, for sure, so playing with your toys seems to fit."

"Excellent!" Bianca exclaimed.

We got out of the car, and our conversation turned to mundane things lest we attract attention or offend anyone in the store. We completed our shopping, stopped at the dry cleaners, then headed home. Once we'd put away the groceries and I'd hung up my suits and shirts, I changed clothes, then left the house to head into the Loop to see Bev.

I decided to take the UP/North line, as there was a train running soon, and that would mean walking only a block-and-a-half to the station rather than ten blocks to the L. It also meant I'd be able to use a random exit from the downtown station, making it harder for the investigator to follow me, which I had to assume was the case.

As I walked to the train, I looked for both the blue Ford and the investigator and didn't see either of them anywhere. The train arrived about ten minutes later and whisked me into the city. I left the CN/W Station by the closest exit to the platform, walked to Lake Street, climbed the platform, and boarded a Lake-Dan Ryan L train, which carried me to State and Lake, where I switched to the subway, which I could do without a paper transfer.

That took me to the Harrison stop, where, confident there was no way I was followed, I exited the subway. I climbed the steps, then walked the three blocks to the tailor shop. I walked around to the alley, climbed the outside stairs, then knocked on the door. Bev let me in immediately, and we hugged.