Chapter 16: Playful Friends, More Concerts, a Request From the CIA

By the time Margo and I finished dinner, we'd made each other horny with a series of stories: Margo sharing some of the cases her private investigation agency had conducted, many about various infidelities she'd investigated and how they turned out; and me sharing some stories from my road trip across America. I think we both had the expectation of making love in her apartment that evening.

Margo kept checking her watch even though we ate dinner on the early side. We left the restaurant, retrieved her car, and motored north on the M1 to Watford. Margo had a townhouse – an end unit in a cluster with three other units in a larger neighborhood of carbon copy units.

As we walked to her unit from the parking lot I noticed lights on inside but didn't think anything of it. Margo stopped at the front door, and we shared a long French kiss on her doorstep. As we kissed our hips ground together. She put my hand under her blouse even pulling aside the bra she wore so I could reach her excited nips. When we were both panting and I had a significant hard-on, Margo said, "Come, let's get inside. There's more to come. It'll get better, a lot better."

I didn't understand her comment; at least, until she opened the door, and we stepped into her living room.

To my surprise, Caroline Reynolds Huff, the pretty twenty-one year old that had briefly been a suspect in my blackmail, sat pretty as a picture in the middle of Margo's sofa with a couple of books around her. What made her presence most notable involved her lack of clothing. She gave me a coy look; "Hi, Jim Mellon. I hope you don't mind my being here. Margo thought the two of us could entertain you better than one, and after all we've already had ... an encounter back in Oklahoma a couple of years ago. I'd love another, if you can handle two of us at once."

I turned to Margo, whose lecherous smile betrayed her interest in not just me, but also Caroline. Caroline unraveled her long and shapely legs, allowing me a quick but intended glance at her womanhood. She rose and came over to me. My arms automatically went around the attractive young girl as she raised her face to mine for a serious kiss. One of my hands slid down her back to a tight little ass, and the other reached between us to fondle a pert breast. As I squeezed and kneaded the breast I moved my fingers to gently pinch her hardening nipple until it could cut glass because it was so hard. By then, we were on our tenth or so long kiss; I wasn't counting.

Not unexpectedly, another pair of hands joined me as they wrapped around Caroline from her back. Margo's naked body pushed against Caroline's nude form pushing her more tightly into me. She spoke in a low voice, "Somebody has entirely too many clothes on. Caroline, I think we should do something about that."

The two of them took over undressing me; one worked from my waist down, and the other from my waist up. I quickly became a willing participant. As my briefs got yanked down my legs, my erection swung into view.

Caroline grabbed my shaft and brought her mouth to my crown, lapping and mouthing the mushroom head. Her other hand joined in, counter twisting with the other around my shaft as she tried to suck my insides out. Caroline added some saliva to the mix to smooth things out.

Margo watched her briefly, and then said to Caroline, "Here, let me show you how to give a really exciting blow job. Do this and any man will worship you the rest of your life." Margo knelt next to Caroline on the thick carpeting, and quickly inhaled my cock. She started her twisting, turning, kneading, humming, and swallowing activities that had so turned me on the previous evening. She taught Caroline how to duplicate her moves, and insisted that she practice on me until she got it right.

As Caroline's wonderful blow job continued, Margo stood and turned my upper half to her so she could drag her breasts across my chest and make out with me. Her hands were busy too: one caressing my chest and rubbing my nipples as the other running through my hair.

I allowed one of my hands to caress Caroline's hair, stroking her long brunette locks and running a finger around and in one ear in a sexy gesture. The other hand went to Margo's slit; I used one finger to slowly run through her wetness – a near-liquid sign of her arousal long before we got to her home. She'd probably been thinking about this threesome since she set it up with Caroline. I'd have to find out later how she did that.

Margo moaned, "Oh, fuck." After a minute of my finger's focus on the clitoris, she said, "Please, let's take this to my bedroom."

Caroline allowed me to pull her to her feet and kiss her. She looked surprised at the affection. "You don't have to kiss me if you don't want to."

"I want to. You're beautiful, arousing, sexy, I liked you in Oklahoma, and I like you even more with each minute I know you, plus you give great blow jobs, why wouldn't I want to kiss you?"

"Because I'm so young? Because you're a star, and I'm a nobody? Because I was just a hole to fill when we met in Oklahoma?"

I pulled her to me and hugged her naked body to mine. I kissed her again. "Honey, Oklahoma was about lust. Some people have fun with sex, and I'm one of them, and based on what went on that night I bet you are too." Caroline nodded. I continued, "You don't have to think that all sex is predicated on that model."

Caroline said with surprise in her voice, "You mean you really like me?"

"Yes, you're a hottie, and I don't think you're too young or I wouldn't be here with you now – in this way. And as for you being a nobody let me assure you that you are a somebody of great importance. My recent fame doesn't change the fact that up until I met Crystal Lee in Tennessee two years ago I also called myself a nobody. Just know inside yourself, that you have talents, capabilities, and motivations that can take you far beyond being a nobody. Got it?"

Caroline studied my face to test my sincerity. I must have passed her test, because I got a smile that lit up the room and a real hard kiss as she pressed my cock between her belly and my groin. She said, "Thank you. I am so going to enjoy tonight. I've dreamed of this almost every night since that debutante's ball, and I can't tell you how often I've masturbated to a vision of us doing this. I'm probably crazy, but I do care for you ... a lot. Today is such a mind-blowing surprise. I'm going to cherish every second."

We followed Margo's naked body up a short flight of stairs to a modern master bedroom with large double doors that opened to look down on the living room. Climbing behind Caroline reminded me of Nadia back in Nashville; both had extremely sweet rear ends that made me harden more than I already had. Margo's taste in decorating appealed to me: a mix of the feminine and the masculine woven together in the room.

Margo turned to the two of us, "I'm not sure how to start this."

Caroline said in a low voice, "I haven't much experience with girls ... I mean I've done some stuff, but you're both so much older and more experienced."

I held out my arms to Margo and Caroline, and they both came and let me hug the two of them together. I said to Caroline, "First, you have to forget any cultural messages you've been taught about being with a woman; in this day and age, only the most unforgiving and unenlightened people would chastise you for enjoying someone of the same sex. Second, why don't you kiss Margo – really kiss her, as if you mean it. Kiss her as though you've waited all day to do this with her, as though you want to seduce her and make love to her."

I backed away slightly, and the two women embraced each other, their breasts and groins mashing together as their lips first touched in a brief kiss, and then a deeper kiss, and then an open exchange of tongues initiated by Margo, and then their hands came into play.

When the two parted, they looked into each other's eyes for acceptance and found it. Both smiled. Margo took Caroline's hand, and led her to the bed. She had Caroline recline and then started on her breasts; flawless breasts that only an early twenties woman could sustain. As Margo worked on one, I worked on the other. Caroline rapidly went into orbit.

When Margo saw I had her breasts in hand, so to speak, she slithered down Caroline's body to the 'V' between her legs; Caroline spread wide at Margo's suggestive touch. I watched as Margo repeated some of the actions Crystal and she had shared only the night before: her hands massaged Caroline's thighs and rubbed up into her abdomen, an errant finger would glide down the outside of her slit on one side of her labia or the other, another finger might meander through the tuft of pubic hair carefully manicured on that landscape, another finger might touch her anus for a second or two threatening something even more intimate, and then Margo blew her hot breath directly on her pussy from only an inch away. I could see the glistening female moisture all around Caroline's pussy, now even more generous in proportion to what she'd been like in the living room.

Margo's tongue carefully made contact with Caroline's cunt, first in a full-tongue swipe from anus to mons right up the valley of the slit, including maximum contact with Caroline's clit. Caroline jerked alert, her eyes practically bugging out of her head and a low moan of pleasure and excitement coming from deep inside her.

Margo knew how to please another member of her sex. Tongue, lips, teeth, and mouth all were brought into play, and she licked, sucked, blew, bit, and savored Caroline's sweet juices. Between moves, Margo praised Caroline for tasting so delicious and for being willing to come and play with us. I watched as Margo added a finger, sliding it into Caroline's warm vagina. Moments later, a second finger got added – and then a third – and then a fourth – and then her whole hand trying to twist and screw itself into Caroline's hole.

Caroline did not idly lie back and passively allow the activities on her body. She jerked and writhed in response to each motion Margo made, sometimes pulling away from too much pleasure, and other times pushed herself down into Margo's face or hand to drive tongue or fingers deeper into her body.

I alternated between watching Margo assault Caroline's cunt, and sucking on both of her breasts. Caroline finally caught my eye, "Come up near my face – your cock, I mean. I want to suck on you while Margo does me." Seconds later, Caroline inhaled my cock once again, this time allowing me to piston in and out of her mouth, and after she got used to it, even her throat. She used one hand to keep me positioned and to twist around my cock to heighten the pleasure for me.

I continued to reach down and fondle Caroline's breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples. I got instructional in a soft tone, "Caroline, let yourself go. Allow yourself to have the orgasm that Margo wants to give you. Relax and enjoy the sensations, let them build, let them sweep over you."

I pulled my cock away and lay down beside Caroline. I put part of my body along her upper torso, and started to kiss her, using my fingers and tongue to do her ears, lips, around her eyes, neck, and other erogenous zones. Caroline not only panted, she started to emit low squeaking sounds in sync with Margo's fist thrusts into her body.

Caroline's eyes suddenly got large; "OH, MY GOD, I'M ... I'M HAVING AN ORGASM!" I could only imagine what a major earthquake would be like, because Caroline's body became a replica for that experience. Every inch of her body quivered; her skin rippled out of control as spasm after spasm of pleasure washed over her. She let out a long, low wail, "Oooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!" Caroline's back arched so dramatically as she pushed her pussy into Margo's hand that her buttocks and lower back were not touching the bed. At my end, Caroline ground her mouth into mine with tongue extended between her moans. We kissed and kissed hard.

And then, she suddenly became a limp noodle with no starch, no backbone, no form. She allowed the bed to absorb her body and every limb. Margo backed away with a satisfied look on her face as she licked her fingers ripe with Caroline's juices.

After a minute, as the afterglow waned, Caroline's eyes fluttered open, and she looked at Margo and me with such a look of love. "Oh, that was so wonderful. I didn't think I could have an orgasm with someone else, particularly a woman ... oh, and I didn't dream about you Jim, I had you here with Margo making love to me – well, almost. Let me rest, but then I do want you to make love to me – to fuck me."

Margo came up so we surrounded the young girl. We both rained kisses down on her. She became our love object for those minutes.

Later, I watched as Caroline returned the favor, successfully trying to give Margo an orgasm. She gave her half a dozen to both their amazement.

My turn came, but I was in no rush. I started with Margo, fucking her to an orgasm, and then I switched to Caroline.

Caroline told me as I sank into her tight twat, "I guess girls don't have clitoral orgasms from intercourse, huh?" She gasped as I kept my length sliding into her until our groins ground together. She panted, "Oh, geeze, you feel so good in there."

I just said, "Let's see."

Four-and-a-half minutes later, Caroline screamed out her second orgasm of the night. Margo and I kissed her through it. I had Margo sit on Caroline's face, so Caroline could be having sex with a man and a woman simultaneously; she loved it. Five minutes later, she had another cum, this time emitting girl juice into our union and creating a wet spot in Margo's large bed.

Margo suggested that I cum in Caroline so she could experience my full treatment. Caroline nodded enthusiastically that she would like that. I pulled us around to several different positions until I maneuvered her into one where I guessed my cock might be rubbing against her G-spot on my in strokes. Caroline's reactions certainly suggested that was what was going on.

"Caroline, I'm going to cum inside your luscious body very soon. My cock is going to jet semen deep inside you, and you're going to love it. You will be all drippy with my fluid. You like being fucked by me don't you?" She nodded rapidly. "And you'd be willing to be one of my slut girlfriends wouldn't you – what some of my friends call a 'Mellon Girl'?" More nodding. "And, you'd want all the cock I could give you anytime of the day or night after this wouldn't you?" More nodding and now moaning occurred as she started her build up to her next climax. I continued to talk dirty to Caroline because I could tell she was getting off on it.

Beside Caroline, Margo lay in my line of sight thrusting a large dildo in and out of her cunt. She locked eyes with me whenever she could. She entangled her legs around Caroline's so we were all touching in some intimate way.

Caroline's vagina spasmed, and I could feel the Kegel muscles start to clench, trying to pull me deep inside her. Caroline looked at me with big doe eyes; a signal I'd already learned meant she was about to explode into a colossal orgasm. I warned her I was about to cum, and she went over the top.

"Ooooooooooh fuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!" Caroline loudly moaned as her climax started and her body arched into mine.

I banged my cock deep within her on those few last thrusts to try to scrape my glans over Caroline's G-spot before I filled her vagina with a gallon of cum. The pleasure washed through my body with a jolt; I think I made some of my own pleasing noises of joy. By my last thrust into Caroline's boiling body, I had overfilled her hole, and as with Margo the night before the cum oozed out of her around my shaft in a couple of large dollops. Also, by my last thrust Caroline was in the midst of her most powerful orgasm of the night, and it came from having intercourse disproving her earlier point.

I clutched Caroline to my body, and reached over and pulled Margo in as well. Margo had come by her own hand, aided by her pink dildo. The three of us made out with one another, savoring the afterglows.

Margo needed more, and she slid down Caroline's body again and sucked my cum from her cunt in a noisy display of affection for the two of us. Initially, Caroline looked amazed at the lewd act. She'd occasionally pull away and describe in graphic detail what she was doing, how good Caroline tasted, and how much she liked 'us.' At one point, she brought the mix of fluids up to Caroline and pantomimed that she wanted to kiss her – to share the fluids with her. Caroline opened her mouth, and Margo dribbled the cum, girl juice, and her own saliva into the willing youthful mouth. The two girls then joined in an amazing French kiss, made extra-erotic by the seepage of fluids from between their mouths onto their faces and breasts. Before they were through, Margo pulled me into the kiss as well.

Margo coached Caroline into a classic sixty-nine position with her, teaching her by example how to deliver even more pleasure to a woman. Caroline only had minimal knowledge about G-spots before they started, but several orgasms by each of them later, she had become an expert.

When I'd recovered, I took turns on either side of their sixty-nine demonstrating close-up views of fucking, and teaching about how to use a tongue and mouth during a fuck to create pleasure for both the fucker and the fuckee. Caroline proved an apt pupil, occasionally screaming or whimpering through her own orgasms. I thought the house might shake off its foundation on every one of them.

After one set of afterglows passed, I had a serious discussion with Caroline about her self-image. "Caroline, earlier today you said you felt you had to leave Oklahoma because you got a reputation as a slut; right?"

Caroline nodded.

I went on, "Well, I want you to rethink that moniker. What if the word slut stood for sexuality-love-understanding-tolerance – would it be so bad?"

"No, but it doesn't."

"Ah, but Emerson wrote, 'There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.' So if you think of yourself in a bad way because of something you did, you make it so and those around you will adopt your viewpoint. Did you tell others you felt that way?"

"A few. Several of us from that party ended up thinking poorly of ourselves. Maddy was one of them too."

"So, in a way you propagated the term slut and made the night out to be a bad experience. Tell me about that night in a positive way, a way you'd be proud to tell anyone about."

Caroline thought for a moment, "Well, it would have been a great party after our debutante's ball. It would have been fun and everyone would have had a good time and felt good about themselves. I had several orgasms that brought pleasure to me – many even, and I felt thrilled and excited about all the sex, more so than any other sexual experience in my life – well, except for tonight with you two. Some of the boys I wanted a relationship with were there and we fucked, and what better way to start a relationship than a lovely fuck with them; one boy specifically took a shine to me, and we dated after that event. He was very nice and didn't push me to have sex with him, although I wanted to make love. I don't think we would have gone out otherwise. So, I guess you want me to say, all in all it was a fabulous experience." She looked at me with questioning eyes.

I said, "So, you were sexual, loving, understanding, and developed a new level of tolerance for others and for yourself? Can you forgive yourself for feeling poorly about the event, and from now on remember the experience more as you just told me – in a positive way?"

"I guess I could. I'll have to work on it."

"When you can't erase the past, learn from it, and put a positive spin on it for yourself. Don't beat yourself up over it. The past is past; don't let it haunt you. You went to that party for a reason that seemed good at the time and you knew what would happen. Afterwards you decided you didn't like it. Perhaps the Universe presented some new learning experience to you in an unusual way. Roll with it. Change it around so that you relished the experience and you wished it had never ended."

Caroline said, "Part of me did feel that way. I glowed sexually afterwards. I was conflicted."

Caroline turned onto her hands and knees so she could kiss me better. Her breasts swayed beneath her body, and I reached up and cupped one of them, teasing her nipple back to an excited state as we kissed. Margo reached across me to Caroline's sodden cunt, and ran two fingers inside the girl; Caroline moaned into our French kiss.

I asked, "Caroline, how will you end up feeling about tonight: wanton sex with me and Margo, our instructing you on blowjobs and sex, and orgasm after orgasm."

She smiled, "I'll never forget it. I love every second of this night. I don't want it to ever stop." Her remarks came fast and were sincere.

My endurance did not let me down that night, and the girls constantly rallied to our mutual lust. The first signs of sleep only struck our bodies about four o'clock in the morning. We all slept in the huge wet spot that seemed to pervade every square inch of Margo's large bed. The room smelled wonderful – like hot sex. Whenever I opened my eyes in the dim light, I feasted on dozing, shapely, warm, and nude female bodies cuddled against me; each would come awake slightly and nuzzle into my neck and kiss me, and I'd kiss back. Often, we'd awaken enough to make love again.

After my day resolving the blackmail case in a way that caused no damage and made sure it wouldn't happen again, and the night with Margo and Caroline, I got a late start to the next day because Margo and Caroline easily talked me into another long and pleasurable sexual make-out session with them after breakfast. Caroline became more of a student than the night before, and so Margo and I instructed her in the fine art of giving and receiving sexual pleasure, trying to leave no stone unturned.

I made doubly sure that Caroline felt good about herself, about the Oklahoma orgy after rethinking the matter, and our lovemaking session the previous night into the morning. She told me I had broken a curse she had put on herself. I told her I sincerely hoped that was true, and that I would see her again.

Caroline said further with a huge smile, "I love being a slut, because it stands for sexuality, love, understanding, and tolerance." She paused and asked in a timid voice, "Did you really mean you'd like to see me again?"

I said, "Caroline, I never make idle promises. I mean it. You are a very special person who I want in my life from now on. I have your contact info, so expect to hear from me from time to time."

Caroline almost cried for joy over that part of our conversation.

By the time I left Margo's home it was after lunch, and I realized I had watched part of a sexual transformation of the young woman. In the twenty-four hours since I met her for the second time, she seemed to have blossomed into a more mature and savvy girl. She also told me I had set a high bar for all her future relationships, and that she'd never thought of satisfaction or love from someone twice her age. She said with a laugh and gleam in her eye, "I may never be satisfied with anyone my age again. You've taught me that experience counts for everything – technique, finesse, satisfaction, emotional stability, and love. All my current male friends flunk the test on every one of those measures."

She also told me that Margo and she planned to get together more frequently. The two had enjoyed each other on many levels and not only on the sensual or sexual plane. I could see that Margo had plans to mentor the younger woman. I heartily approved. Margo again promised to contact Maddy and get her into therapy to try to straighten out the parts of her that were getting in her own way.

Caroline and Margo made me promise to keep in touch with each of them. I told them I would, and would like them to also take the initiative when they felt they needed a Jim Fix. I told them more about Mellon Girls, and they liked that terminology, and that I'd honored them with membership in that exclusive club.

I took the private jet from Luton Airport north of London to the Leonardo da Vinci-Fiumicino Airport about twenty miles west of the center of Rome. The sun was setting over the Mediterranean just as we were landing, giving me a gorgeous welcome on my first visit to the city.

After a limousine ride through the worst traffic I'd seen in years, I met Crystal and the rest of the crew getting settled in the Grand Hotel De La Minerve's Presidential Suite in Rome. Having grown up and worked around Boston for a good part of my life, I had learned a little Italian; I had the rudiments to ask for basic necessities and to express my gratitude for services rendered.

The next day we played tourist in the morning, and I believe that no one figured out our celebrity status. We spent the next three nights doing the Italia premiere of Pressure Limit – my movie with Jill Danes, an upscale concert at the Parco della Musica auditorium, and the premiere of Crystal's movie - The Naked Truth. The movies both had a mix of subtitles in Italian and dubbed voices. In the days that followed, we repeated that schedule with a day or two in-between in Madrid, Lisbon, Munich, Vienna, Oslo, and Stockholm.

My life took a crazy turn when we reached Berlin. We only had a few more concerts to give, and this concert was at an arena called O2 World in Berlin. One afternoon we were rehearsing for a sellout crowd of eighteen thousand that evening. A couple of dozen roadies were setting up for the concert. We'd done all the sound level checks of the various microphones and band instruments, so we'd gone to an interior room to go over the concert program, song by song. We had a relaxed rehearsal with a lot of repartee with each other and the band as we got into the late afternoon.

While there were many people coming and going in our rehearsal room that we didn't know, two people suddenly stood out to me – a man and a woman, both in their late thirties and wearing casual clothes. Their motions were stilted and stiff, and they clearly didn't belong; they had another agenda for being in the room. I'd met many people like this when I had been in the Special Forces, particularly on my more clandestine missions. The hair on the back of my neck stood up: these two were CIA or I was a monkey's uncle. What the hell were they doing in our rehearsal room?

We took a break, and I took the initiative with the couple. I walked over to where they had found a seat; "Hi, I'm Jim Mellon. I hope you're coming tonight to hear the real McCoy without all the side talk and laughter of this rehearsal. Tell me your names, and why you're here?"

They were caught off guard by my forwardness. I guessed they were used to always having the upper hand in any situation. "Errr, hello. I'm Gene Prantz, and this is my colleague Nancy Martin."

I jumped in, still the aggressor, "And, you're with?"

Gene stammered and stuttered. Nancy calmly said, "Can we go somewhere to talk?"

I gestured to Crystal, Jill, George, Terry, and the others hanging around, "I have no secrets. You can be open with this group." I knew I was teasing the pair, only I don't think they did.

The pair balked; Gene said in a low voice, "We have something we need your help with; we're with ... the government – the U.S. government." I laughed to myself; I recalled a conference I'd been at as a computer geek; all the name tags people wore had their name and some company's name, except for a couple from the CIA – the only words on their nametag said 'Government, ' clearly a euphemism for Central Intelligence Agency.

Ah ha! I had been right. I chalked up a score for the home team. I humored them, "OK. Let's step into the hallway, unless you have a better place." They didn't. I gestured to the others that I'd be right back.

When the door to the rehearsal room closed, I looked at them expectantly. "Well? You're CIA; what's this about?"

Nancy looked surprised that I'd deduced their affiliation, but tried to ignore my labeling. She appeared the more senior of the two; "I'll get right to the point on a couple of issues. First, this is a matter of national security, so you are hereby notified that this conversation never happened and you are to restrict your retelling of what we are about to discuss. Second, we are well aware of your background and history in the Special Forces, your past efforts supporting our branch of the government, as well as your training and work with computers before you got into the entertainment business. The mission we are asking you to take on may draw on skills and experience from those areas of your life."

Now, I was the curious one. What could they want a star entertainer to do that they couldn't do themselves?

Nancy nodded to Gene, who took over. "We're trying to take some of the bite out of an issue that plagues every government agency and company in our country today. The issue is hacking – computer hacking of business and government operations, everything from the United States power grid, gas lines, missile silos, and the like, to deep into hidden quarters of the Pentagon, NSA, and even the White House. Usually, the hacks aren't successful, but once in a while whoever it is gets into the computers they attack. I should tell you that we do consider it an attack – this is Cyber War, an undeclared war between nations that goes on around the clock. At least so far, no one's been shot."