Chapter 7: Separation, New Careers, and New Playmates

“Ellen will be your very special assistant. She’ll be your script girl, check your makeup, help you go over your lines, and keep you on schedule.” Crystal smiled at me, “And, of course, she’ll keep you warm in bed.” She laughed at her innuendo. We stood in the living room holding each other, our hips grinding together or Crystal’s crotch straddling one of my legs.

I told Crystal, “I’m going to miss you like crazy. The idea of not seeing you for several months doesn’t sit well with me, even with Ellen around. I don’t know how to say it as you’re about to leave ... well, I don’t want you to think I’m changing horses in mid-stream.”

Crystal interrupted with an impish smile, “You mean am I still aware that Ellen would like to have you all to herself? I know that. I’ve known that since the two of you first met, the first night we had a threesome. She’s transparent about that, even open about it. She has no guile. She also love me and wouldn’t do that to me. I thought she might cool down by the end of last year; however, she only became more devoted and in love with you.”

“I ... I love her too, but you ... you’re my number one girl.”

“I know that too. Look, Ellen and I have gotten closer over the past three or four years. Sure, we’re still sisters and will have our petty grievances with one another, but on balance we have a lot of love for each other. Couple that with the fact that we’ve been physical – sexual – with each other for a long time, and we have a tolerance that goes beyond what most people would expect of two women loving the same guy – or maybe I should say sharing the same guy.”

“Will this turn out well?” I asked, concerned about the future trajectory of things.

“Yes, I guarantee it.” Crystal insisted as she pulled me to her body. “All I ask is that you keep me in your life – deep in your life. I want to grow old with you being close by – real close. As we work, we’ll both be pulled off in different directions to work or do something somewhere in the world. That’s temporary. I’m talking about the long haul. Be there for me. Be there with me.”

I nodded my assent, and we kissed.

I asked, “And, since Ellen seems to feel the same way, how do you want this to play out?” I didn’t want a detailed roadmap, but if there some rules I needed to play by while we were apart, I needed to know what they were.

“I want the two of you to go off together to L.A. and to Central America, make a movie, have a ball, fuck each other’s brains out, even fall deeper in love, but always know that you have to save an equal space for me.”

“And what about other men and women that come in our lives?”

“We’ve had an open relationship since we found each other. I feel we’re each other’s bedrock, and any others that come and go are temporary interests or fun dalliances. They don’t and won’t interfere with what we have deep down. George Rinard is my co-star; he’s the sexiest man in the world according to a dozen different magazines – next to you, of course; if I can bed him, and you can bet I’ll try, I’ll be a happy girl, but I’m not going to fall deeply in love with him and end my sunset years with him. Just know that the paparazzi are going to have a field day with all of this.”

“And what if I sleep with Jill Danes or one of the other actresses in the movie I’m doing?”

Crystal licked my neck; her tongue warm and moist. “Then you’ll add another notch or two to your six-shooter. Hell, fuck the entire cast, I even encourage it.” She ground her hips into mine. “I lost track of how many women you’ve bedded, but as I recall you left a trail of happy faces and fulfilled women from one end of the country to the other.” She chortled at the thought.

“Does it bother you that I have sex with my sister Anna or my sister-in-law Lauren?” We hadn’t talked about my incestuous relations, even when we were on the island down in the Caribbean.

“Heck no. They’re fun; I wish they were around more. I liked Mark too, Anna’s boyfriend, too. That’s all part of who we are.”

I laughed, “You liked taking him to the edge of total exhaustion! You were insatiable on that island and you took it out on the poor man. You even decimated Terry and me, especially when you and Lauren ganged up on me the last day.”

Crystal smiled. “Want me to try again? I’m all alone now, so it’ll be more of a challenge.”

I leaned in and kissed her. As I did, I popped the top button on her blouse ... and then unbuttoned the next one ... and the next. Crystal worked on my shirt as well.

We weren’t alone in the house. We’d just hired a beautiful young Russian woman, Nadia, as a house manager with duties that included cleaning, cooking, and personal errands for us. She’d take care of the property while we were away. We’d promised each other we’d try not to embarrass her with our spontaneity. That said, we did warn her about our lifestyle and dalliances. She could be trusted.

“What about Nadia,” I asked.

“She’s reading. She won’t be out of her apartment for at least an hour.”

Crystal dropped my trousers and briefs in one swoop. My cock bounced into view, finding further stimulation in the open air. She blew on me, and then stood to allow me to remove the last of her clothing. Our clothes were scattered around us in all directions.

Crystal and I sank onto the sofa with Crystal straddling my legs. She reached down and grabbed my shaft, using the head to stimulate herself as she rubbed it up and down her slippery gash. I hardened further, and she aimed me into her vagina and slowly sank her lithe body down onto me. As her warmth enveloped me, I felt I’d hopped a fast jet to heaven.

I fondled her breasts, and took time to bite and suck around each nipple. I pushed her globes together so I could bite at both nipples simultaneously. I knew Crystal liked that, even when I got a little rougher with her.

She started to rotate her hips around my shaft, using that motion to drive me in and out of her pussy, as well as to rub the side of my shaft against her clitoris. The combination hurled both of us towards orgasms faster than any other position or activity we’d found.

“If you do that...” I started.

“I know, and I want you to cum inside me again and again. Fill me. Carrying your juice reminds me how much I love you. Maybe I can carry it all the way to Europe and around with me all the months I’m making a movie.”

“You carrying my juice reminds me how much you love me. My sharing it with you is my gift of love to you. Your acceptance is you gift of love to me.”

I didn’t try to use any of my Tantric techniques to extend our union. I came about ten minutes after we started. Crystal came. We were jerky together as our bodies shuddered in response to our orgasms.

Crystal leaned forward and allowed me to cuddle her nude body. I loved the feel of her full breasts against my bare chest, particularly as my shaft softened and slowly slipped from her slippery tunnel millimeter by millimeter.

Just as I slipped all the way out of Crystal, I saw Nadia cross the room towards us. She wore a tight top, and we could see her erect nipples against the thin material; below the waist she wore a miniskirt that revealed her shapely legs and one of the most perfect little asses I’d ever seen. Nadia carried two washcloths and hand towels, but also looked a little disheveled. She knelt behind Crystal and out of my line of sight, but only for a moment. I felt her grab my deflated cock, and pop it into her mouth. The stimulation she provided was almost too much coming right on the heels of my climax in Crystal’s tight tunnel. She was thorough and brief; she’d cleaned all the sexual juices from me. I felt a warm washcloth encase my shaft – another heavenly sensation, and then she dried me.

Nadia nudged Crystal until she rolled off of me to the side so she was sitting on the sofa with her pussy hanging over the edge of the cushions. I watched as Nadia lowered her head to Crystal’s cunt, tongue extended. Surprised beyond belief, Crystal and I watched her suck my juices away from where I’d deposited them; she used her fingers inside Crystal to accelerate the collection of my fluid. Crystal moaned in the renewed pleasure. When Nadia was done, she pulled away, and carefully applied a warm washcloth to Crystal’s gash. Crystal moaned again at the attention to her overheated cunt. Crystal and I had kept looking at each other as though the other had arranged this.

Nadia’s face glistened with the remnants of my love making with Crystal. We looked at her, and I was at a loss for words. We hadn’t anticipated anything like this when we hired her.

Nadia stood and in her cute Russian accent said, “I watch you. I had to ... play with myself ... you were so much hot. I had a nice cumming, too, and then I realize you would be messy from your cummings, so I decide I would help clean you both from your loving.”

Crystal tried to say something, “Errr, Nadia, we didn’t expect...”

“Oh, not to worry, I will not be doing this all the time unless you wish – I do not mind at all. Just today it felt like something I must do for you each ... and for myself. I know this duty is not required, but I like and that is OK and fine with me ... even if happens a lot. Thank you allowing me to participate a little. I like you each so much, and this can be my way to show that feeling to you.”

With that she turned, and slowly walked out of the room twirling a washcloth in each hand. She did have a really nice ass, and I could swear there was an extra wiggle there I hadn’t seen before.

Crystal added with a smirk, “If you tap that while I’m away that’s okay, but please don’t do something that will make her leave. Good help is so hard to find – and she may be the best we’ll ever find.”

Crystal left Nashville about seven-thirty the next morning. Her eighteen-hour travel itinerary took her to New York, and then directly to a landing in Paris. Crystal got VIP treatment: not only a first-class seat, but also a private lounge area at each airport to shield her from the general public. Further, the flight crew had special instructions about how to keep her from being hassled on her trans-Atlantic trip.

To create some excitement over the film she’d be doing in Europe, Terry arranged for her to be met by one of his friends who had orchestrated a press conference for her at the Charles de Gaulle Airport, complete with a bevy of foreign photographers. I knew she’d handle it well; she always did.

We had a teary goodbye before she left the lounge area. I stayed at a window watching until the plane had left the gate and taxied out of sight. Unrecognized, I made my way back through the airport to the limo we’d taken to the airport for the trip back to Crystal’s home.

At the house, I had enough work for two weeks that I had to do in one. I had a script that I had to wear like a comfortable shoe, becoming the character in the story I would portray starting in another month. Terry also wanted a new album from me to go with the movie Pressure Limit; thus, he’d given me about twenty songs I had to work through to see which ones I felt might fit a ‘movie album.’ Sony had saved a couple from the many songs we rehearsed leading up to the release of Crystal and my album, The Naked Truth, so I wasn’t starting from scratch.