Chapter 9: Jos – Part 1

Wednesday Morning and Day

“Good morning,” Diana said quietly.

“I want to go home,” I said.

“OK. Go ahead and pack up your stuff. I’ll go and tell the girls that we’re leaving.”

“I was hoping that you would let me borrow your car and that I could get out of everyone’s hair. You ladies can continue your vacation and one of them could drop you off to get your car at my apartment.”

“Nonsense! I got you into this mess and I’ll drive you out of it.”

“Diana, there is no reason to ruin your time off.”

“If you’re leaving, it’s already ruined. I told you when I leave here I was hoping it would be with a special friend.”

Things were building again. I changed the subject.

“What was all the shouting after I left the clubhouse last night?”

“Tasha and I tore into Lissa about being a bitch. She got loud back at us. Then some of the other campers got really loud and shut us down. They had their families there and we were disturbing the peace and quiet of the evening. Tasha and I went around to everyone who looked upset and apologized to them. Things were calmed down, then we realized that you never came back after you left.”

“Why can’t this thing between males and females be easy?”

“What do you mean?”

“When I was by myself, when I walked around at work, I said hello, the ladies said hello and things were fine. I get here, and the fighting breaks out.”

“I guess it’s human nature to go after what they want, and to fight off those who would try to get between them and their prey. People will also tend to fight those who would take away what they think is theirs.”

“I don’t belong to anyone. I’m no one’s prize. I’m not some damned animal to be torn apart by the pride.”

“I understand.”

“Do you? Have you ever been hunted by a group of men, intent on getting you to have sex with them?”

“Yes. Every day. So, have the other girls. At some point all women have had men compete for their attention and their favor. It’s the culture at the company that each of us has had to live with. I guess we never even considered that you wouldn’t be a part of that culture. Let alone not even know about it. It should have occurred to us, but it didn’t, that you might feel the same way we did. Now that we have turned the tables, I’m sorry.”

“Why do you keep saying that? I had a choice to come or not and I chose to come.”

“But not under these conditions, Mick. If nothing else comes out of this trip, I hope that you will at least consider me a friend.”

“A special friend?” I posed.

“No. That would be too much for me to expect under these conditions.”

There was a knock on the door to interrupt us.

“Come in,” I answered before Diana could, and the door opened to reveal Lissa and Jos.

“I’m sorry for the way I’ve acted.” Lissa was very contrite. “It has been brought to my attention that somebody who loves someone doesn’t do the things I’ve been doing or hurt that person’s feelings. I did both last night and I’m sorry.”

“That’s OK, Lissa. Maybe I’m just too sensitive. This is all so new to me. I’ve done things in the past few days that I never dreamed I would ever do. I’m feeling really overwhelmed by it all.”

“Well, I’m sorry, and I’ll be making French toast for breakfast if you are coming out.”

“Thank you, Lissa. I just asked Diana to let me drive her car home, so I wouldn’t screw up all of your vacations.”

“Oh no. I’m so sorry,” Lissa looked very sad as she walked out of the cabin.

“So, I guess Sasha and I don’t get our dates,” Jos said sadly.

“I don’t know, Jos, maybe not here and now. I need to talk to someone about all of this.”

The one person that I felt I could trust wasn’t there. I looked at Diana and spoke before she could say anything.

“Jos, would you please go and ask Tasha if she would come and talk to me?”

“Sure, Mick,” Jos said softly and left.

I turned to Diana and spoke calmly, “Diana, Tasha has been very open and helpful over the past few days. Would you mind if we talked in here?”

“Is that a nice way of telling me to get out?”

“NO! I would never be that rude,” I said sharply.

“I know, Mick. Calm down. I was pulling your chain. I didn’t mean to upset you. Yet it seems like that’s all I’ve done this week, doesn’t it?”

“I guess,” I sighed. “Why don’t all of you head out to breakfast. I’ll come to the clubhouse and let you all know what I’m going to do after I talk to Tasha. OK?”

“OK.”

Diana stood and walked to the door. She stopped, looked back at me and returned and gave me a long kiss on the lips. It was full of passion and hope and loss and sadness.

“That was just in case,” she said.

“In case of what?” I asked.

“In case.”

Diana walked out the door and I sat on the bed with my head spinning from the implications of that kiss. In case. In case I stayed? In case I didn’t? Shit. There was a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

The door opened, and my friend Tasha walked in. When I stood and opened my arms, she came and wrapped her arms around me.

“Tasha, I’m lost.”

“I understand. We’ve all been a bit too much for you haven’t we.”

“Yeah. The first day we were together, you treated me great, and I like you a lot. I need answers to a lot of questions. Do you mind?”

“No. Help me move the beds together and fix the covers.”

“Why?”

“Because I do my best thinking and talking in bed and cuddling.”

She smiled that smile at me, and I helped her do as she asked.

“Do you want the front or the back?” Tasha asked me sweetly.

“Front,” I replied, not wanting my erection to be pressing into her butt.

“OK, get in bed.”

I got in and lay on my right side. Tasha got in behind me and spooned to my back, with her arm resting on my chest.

“OK, let’s talk. What do you want to know?” She asked me.

“How can a person say that they love me after being with me only a few hours?”

“I guess the first thing to make clear is that, from the girls’ point of view, they’ve known you for more than a few hours. We’ve all been watching you at work. We’ve been chatting about you for a long time. We all feel that we know you to some extent, and we all took liberties with you thinking that you knew us the same way.

“We’re only now understanding that you don’t, because you were not in any way, shape, or form looking for anything close to companionship. Female or male. Now we know why, but I don’t think any of us really understood the depth of your feelings until last night.”

I squeezed the hand that was lying on my chest.

“What have you done behind the scenes?” I asked. “I mean, you took it upon yourself to teach me some basics about sex and relationships. Lissa and Diana and the others have acted different since you and I had our date.”

“Mick, after you told me that you were a virgin, it took me some time to figure out that you were not just a physical virgin, but an emotional one as well. The girls met in my cabin after our date. While you were in here with Diana, the girls and I had a heart to heart. Each of the girls agreed to teach you something that they really loved about sex. I had already started it off with the handjobs and blowjobs. Knowing those two things meant that you could have a common ground with your future dates.

“Lissa loves the butt play. She said that she would teach you about that. Jos is going to teach you all about the vagina. Sasha is almost as inexperienced as you. She has been with one other man. I think Jos is also going to teach you how to approach someone like you.”

“Like me? You mean scared and stupid?”

“No! I mean apprehensive and ignorant. It’s not your fault that you don’t know what you don’t know. After your date with Jos, you will be able to approach Sasha the right way.”

“You haven’t said anything about Diana.”

“She has her own agenda.”

“She loves me.”

“I love you too, you big ape,” Tasha gave me a jerk around the chest, squashing her large breasts to my back.

“And Lissa says that she is IN love with me. I guess I’m supposed to know the difference between loving and being in love, but I don’t.”

“Lissa was way out of line with that comment. But then again, she falls in love faster than any woman I have ever known. She falls in love with new tampons that come on the market. But that also means that you need to understand something.”

“I would love to come out of this understanding something, anything,” I said quietly.

“Mick, you’re a catch. Because you haven’t had any emotional connections before, you are a blank canvas. You can be whatever a girl needs for you to be, because you have no preconceived notions. You act the way you do because that is who you are, not who you are pretending to be. That sort of honesty is a very desirable trait to any woman and, because of that, women will pursue you.”

“What if I don’t want to be caught? No. That’s not the right question. What if I don’t want to be pursued? I was doing just fine without all this sexual stuff in my life.”

“I don’t think that you can stop from being pursued. If someone is going to come after you that is their action, like the men at work always pursuing us, even though we aren’t interested.”

“Tasha, why does it seem to always be about sex?”

“I guess it is a bit like Pandora’s Box, Mick. Once the sex monster is out of the box, it takes on a life of its own. Now that you know what it feels like to have a handjob, you will look forward to them. Same will be true of the other things you have already learned. If you get with another woman, you will do things for her to find out what she likes. She will do things for you to find out the same. When you find a woman who pushes all your buttons, and you will push all of hers, you’ll ask her to marry you and you’ll spend the rest of your lives pushing buttons together.”

“Until she cheats on me.”

My friend paused and I could almost feel her mind grinding out her thoughts.

“I can’t speak to that. I’ve never cheated on a boyfriend, so I don’t know where it comes from or how it starts. I, personally, can’t imagine cheating on someone I truly love and am in love with.”

“My dad said that people change, and they fall out of love.”

“I don’t want to speak poorly of the dead, but people DO change,” Tasha paused for a bit. “The question is how and why do they change and how does someone who loves them react to that change? If my man suddenly grows away from me, I should notice it, if I love him. I should take steps to find out how to adjust the situation.”

“So, if my wife were to cheat on me, and the only adjustment is to let her have a guy on the side so that she stays with me, I should do that?” I said, feeling angry.

“If that is what you both agree to after you talk it out. Some couples can comfortably live with a third person in the relationship. Some can separate sex from love and view sex with another person as no different than playing tennis with them. Some link love and sex so closely together that the mere mention of having an outside partner will kill the entire relationship on the spot.”

I lay there and thought about my mom and dad. Mom separated love and sex. Dad didn’t. I was pretty sure that I was like my dad.

“Tasha, how do I know if someone I’m interested in is a love and sex person like me?”

“By dating them. By getting to know them and by talking to them. By asking questions and listening to the answers. By observing them in various life situations. Is flirting OK? Is flirting a lot OK? Is flirting and touching OK? Is flirting then kissing? There are degrees to everything. Everything exists in a spectrum.”

“A spectrum?”

“Yes. A great example is one you are seeing now. Jos and Lissa, then Jos and Sasha. Remember the first morning when Sasha was making fun of Jos and Lissa for sleeping together and having sex?”

“Yeah. Now she is doing the same thing.”

“Yup, but that is because our sex lives are along a spectrum. At one end are the people who only, exclusively, like members of the opposite sex. At the other end are people who exclusively like members of the same sex. In the middle there is the rest of the world. Jos can have sex with guys or girls. She is right in the middle of that spectrum. Lissa likes guys but can enjoy a woman as well, but if given the choice between cock and pussy, she will go for cock every time. Sasha is clueless right now because she is so inexperienced. I can tell you that she likes guys, and this is a whole new thing for her. Her needle is moving on the scale.”

“And you?”

“I’m like Lissa. I always figured that it doesn’t matter who is kissing my pussy as long as I’m in favor of it. I would prefer a man do it while I do his cock, but I can do a pussy under the right conditions as well.”

“And Diana?”

“Diana ... has made out with my pussy a few times, but that is because she is my dearest friend and it is my pussy. She has the pussy that I could make out with, and have, under the right conditions. She could go the rest of her life without tasting another pussy and it would not faze her in the least. But she will hold on for dear life to the man that she truly loves, and his cock.”

“Do all pussies taste the same?” I asked.

“Do all pizzas?” Tasha quickly replied.

“No, the taste changes based on the toppings.”

“A woman will taste different, and cum will taste different, depending on what the person eats. Of course, with women the issue of her period comes into play. Some guys can deal with the blood, or the iron taste a few days after. Some can’t.”

Tasha stopped again to gather her thoughts.

“Mick, everything depends on the likes and dislikes of the two people in the relationship. If one likes oral sex and the other doesn’t, the road is going to get rocky. If the guy who dates Lissa doesn’t like anal play, that relationship is doomed.”

I held Tasha’s hand and pulled it tightly around me. She snuggled her chest against my back and her hips against my butt.

“I don’t know what to do,” I whispered.

“Do what you feel is right for you.”

“But what if I hurt someone like I did with Lissa?”

“What if you don’t?”

“Huh? That makes no sense.”

“Mick, people get hurt. There are big hurts and there are little ones. There are hurts that kill you and ones that are so minor that you barely notice them. No one this week has been hurt to the point of death. You can’t control how others feel. You can’t live your life trying to not hurt people. As soon as you spend all of your time with Lissa, so you don’t hurt her, you will hurt the other girls who want some of your time.”

“Damn!” I said.

“Yup,” Tasha said it as if she just confirmed a commonly know fact in the universe.

“What do I do?” I think I might have whined just a little.

“Do what you want to do. Just remember the most important rule of being a person.”

“What is that?” I asked.

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t know what I don’t know,” I chuckled after I said it, and Tasha gently patted my chest.

“Very good, grasshopper. The crazy thing is that I think of all the men I have met, you live by the rule the most.”

“Wonderful. What is the rule?”

“You live by the rule and don’t even know what it is? That is why women love you. Me included.”

“So, what is the rule?” I asked again more sternly.

“Put in the simplest terms, one that even a knuckle dragging male will understand...”

“Hey!”

“As I was saying, in the simplest term possible, the rule is, ‘Don’t Be A Dick’.”

I scooted my butt back against my friend. That was it. The answer to the question of the universe. It wasn’t 42, it was “Don’t be a dick”! I rolled over and took Tasha in my arms and rolled her on top of me.

“Thanks Tasha. Is it OK, if I tell anyone who wants to know, that I think that you are my best friend?”

“Mick, if your cock keeps tapping on my pussy, we are going to be way more than best friends.”

“I know. Is it going to ruin our relationship, if my penis decides to be a dick around your pussy?”

“Before you finish your dates? Yes. Afterwards? It depends.”

“Would you like some French toast?”

“Yes, I would. Do I need to get you off before we go? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“No, I’m good.”

“I know you’re good, but do you need any relief?”

I kissed Tasha, more passionately than I had ever kissed anyone. I rolled her off of me and I stood up and stretched. My erection looked like it was glued to my stomach.

“Mick, have I told you lately that you have the best cock I have ever seen?”

“Not since Monday.”

“You have the best cock I have ever seen. I hope that after this vacation is over, I get to see it more often.”