Chapter 13: Negotiations

Sue felt nervous meeting Joe Monday morning at the VIP apartment, having spent Sunday at Carla’s and Stuart’s. It had been a remarkably comfortable day and evening, sort of a quotidian home life experienced for maybe the first time even if it was anything but a conventional family. The two did act like siblings though, cute jabs from a long past together followed by fond, loving glances.

When Stuart decided he needed to work, Sue joined him in his office, kind of like working with Joe in his, pulling out her laptop to compose her erotic story. At one point, inevitably, provocative glances moved to embracing, moving into Stuart’s bedroom for some more fantastic sex. After, they showered together and Sue gave him a lengthy blow job which ended up capping their sexual time. They dressed and returned to his office, changing places so Stuart could work on some insanely complicated equation on his laptop which he used like a chalkboard, scribbling on it with a stylus. Carla brought them dinner which they ate distractedly while continuing their work.

“I should probably go,” Sue finally said.

“You could stay if you want,” Stuart offered.

“To be honest, I’m seeing Joe early tomorrow.”

“Ah.”

“I’m going to talk to him about you.”

“About meeting him.”

“Yes. Maybe Carla too.”

“And about the sex.”

“Yes. It will only work if I’m honest. And he necessarily lets me do what I’m doing, meeting people, living my life.”

“Are you sure he’s not giving you enough rope to hang yourself?”

“I’m sure. To be blunt he really doesn’t have a choice if he wants me to be his girlfriend. But I honestly don’t think of it that way.”

“How do you think of it?”

“I’m like a bird in a cage with no room to fly suddenly set free. I need to soar, Stuart. I’m glad I landed here, and I want to land here again.”

“I’d like that, but isn’t that the problem, your free flight might just end up landing where someone might change your mind about returning to the nest.”

“Joe’s is my nest,” Sue responded. “And I admit you are my temptation. I think you might even be my greatest test, because you’re a fucking god when you fuck me, and when we’re not, I feel comfortable with you.”

“Me too, on both aspects.”

“I want to be your friend and your lover, but I feel ultimately that Joe is my life. I hope you understand.”

He sniffled and stood and opened his arms which Sue filled. “I probably understand better than anyone.”

It felt perfect, the way his cock felt perfect when it tapped at her cervix, that they were so nearly the same height. It felt comfortable, like two equals embracing. And yet it felt like friends, albeit with benefits, and not the way she felt in Joe’s powerful arms with him enveloping her completely, engulfing her, claiming her, owning her, which only worked because she knew she owned him too. Did she crave Joe’s masculinity over this much more frail man? Apparently.

And that’s what claimed her when Joe arrived, the embrace she needed, the rush to nakedness, her singing his praises when he licked her to ecstasy and then farther and louder when at last his rigid thickness entered her fiercely and relentlessly, her telling him not to hold back because he wouldn’t last, and feeling his surge of hot cum in her depths, direct into her womb with no barrier, set her off as intensely as any had, just the power of it and the spontaneity and the lack of restraint, both in the jolts of cum and the letting loose itself.

“Hello beautiful,” he chuckled weakly, obviously expended of energy.

“Hey Joe,” she giggled and pulled him into a kiss which seemed to restore what had been tapped, and with her gyrations against him, her pussy massaging him hard again, she reached down and placed it once more where she needed it and he obliged her desire by pushing slowly inside, this time making love rather than fucking even if the urgency before had been love too and absolute need. This time the kissing had the urgency, the need for connection, and it continued through most of the lovemaking, with the occasional separation and the connection the shared gaze into the proverbial soul window eyes.

Neither knew how long it lasted, forever would have been fine, but eventually the need for release overwhelmed them, and after his thrusts had become powerful and his mouth moved to her nipples and her hand went for her clit, she finally came, and moved up from him and let his hardness out and turned over. “Fuck me my love until you cum,” she insisted, which he did, his hands gripping her ass while marveling at it, and hers worked her nipples and clit, and by the time he finally came, continuing his thrusts moments longer sensing her being near, she felt that last glorious surge of ecstasy to cap off their profound, literal reuniting.

They settled onto the bed, her body draped along his side, her hands stroking through his sweaty hair, enjoying that little bit more length to it. “Miss me?” she asked.

“You could tell?” he laughed.

“I got the hint,” she giggled.

Not long after, she sighed, resting her head on his muscular chest.

“What?” Joe asked.

“I don’t think you quite thought through this girlfriend thing.”

“Not surprising since it’s completely new to me. What did I miss?”

She moved up and lifted her head so she could look at him. “Relationships start to show their strain when couples start pushing buttons for effect. You get to know someone, you learn what annoys them, and for some reason, maybe a lull in emotions or feeling unloved and wanting some kind of reaction, buttons get pushed. I don’t want that.”

“Doesn’t sound like anything either of us would want.”

“I just want you to know I don’t want it to seem like I’m pushing buttons.”

“We’re definitely not at that stage and hopefully we’ll never be.”

“Me too.”

“Tell me.”

“I met some people I think you should meet.”

“Jan.”

“You may be right about her, but I do plan to be her roommate. I think we’re different enough to be friendly but not in each other’s face. And I still think you should meet her, and maybe she would surprise us. But I’ve found some people I think you’d enjoy.”

“I hate to ask this, but is it about what you would enjoy?”

“That’s fair, especially how I’ve been about Tracy, and the whole Jan thing for that matter. And you may be right that I have my agenda, but I really do think you’d like them.”

“I get what you mean about the girlfriend thing,” Joe chuckled. “But you are my girlfriend, so maybe I do need to step out of my comfort zone if it’s for you. There’s also the fact that I trust you, and the choices you make come from a remarkable brain,” he tapped her forehead lightly.

“Well, I might have stumbled at a couple choices, but intelligence comes from learning from your mistakes.”

“Depends on how arrogant you are, but that’s something I’m not worried about.”

“Me either.”

They kissed quickly.

“Tell me about your friends.”

“One’s a man.”

“Okay.”

“This is where I gauge your jealousy,” Sue pronounced.

“Tell me about him.”

“First he’s got a porn star cock.”

Joe laughed. “Don’t hold back.”

“That’s the point. I’m not going to sneak him in. The others will be easy to negotiate.”

“Is this what this is?”

“I know what I’m asking of you.”

“You want me to meet him.”

“You two have something in common.”

“You?”

“Besides me, and he doesn’t have me at least the way you do. We’re friends and will always be just friends.”

“And lovers.”

“Maybe. That may change. I have a plan, but I need to explain...”

“Sorry.”

“No. I would have been surprised if you didn’t react, whatever jealousy you might feel, but more just the idea of befriending a man. That’s what you have in common. He has no male friends either, and really only one female friend to whom he has no sexual relationship, although that might change.”

“Then he’s like me in other ways.”

“He’s autistic, an idiot savant, and absolutely brilliant. Somehow he uses physics, I mean the nitty-gritty mathematical proof part of physics, to create bestselling romance novels.”

“Like those silly, innuendo and euphemism filled corset busters with the shirtless stud and the windswept blonde on the covers?”

“The very same. He uses female pseudonyms and does quite well supposedly.”

“Plotted out using some mathematical formula?”

“Yes.”

“Interesting.”

“I thought you might think so.”

“So his autism...”

“He has problems with close contact, mostly crowds, or if he feels crowded in by someone’s attitude.”

“I thought autism makes it difficult to understand someone’s attitude.”

“Maybe it’s a presumption on his part that someone is encroaching on him.”

“Making him lack friends.”

“He had two female friends, one becoming his lover, but they’ve known each other most of their lives.”

“That makes sense.”

“Yes. His lover died a few months ago.”

“And he was devastated.”

“Yes. Still is I think.”

“And yet you got through to him my magical lady.”

“To be honest it started with the sex.” She observed his reaction and saw the twinge. “Joe, he may be my lover, but he’s not you.”

“What do you think jealousy is?” Joe asked.

“I can’t speak experientially any more than you can, but I think it’s a lack of trust combined with a lack of self-esteem.”

“If the lack of trust is justified?”

“You mean cheating? The normal relationship would have a man and a woman bonded monogamously, somehow expecting that bond to hold.”

“I imagine it doesn’t a lot of the times.”

“Probably a significant percentage much more than fifty percent. Jan could testify to that.”

“Mostly men?”

“I imagine women have their urges too that their mate no longer sates, the more attractive, the more temptation, but I suppose it’s easier for a man since there aren’t so many gigolos out there as there are prostitutes.”

“Even the male prostitutes usually service men.”

“Then what’s important, what impacts the monogamous relationship, is more than visits to a prostitute, even though I imagine the man doesn’t let on to his mate that he fucks anyone but her, but it’s the ongoing ones, the affairs, that become the real challenge, the real threat to the bond.”

“Alienation of affection,” Joe agreed. “Love being the real glue to the monogamous relationship is diverted to another. How does the relationship sustain in love and trust if the cheater feels guilty and worries he’s found out.”

“Maybe love becomes an old slipper you’re most comfortable with, and trust isn’t really part of it after all. You sustain your relationship by not telling your mate what he or she doesn’t want to hear.”

“I don’t want you to feel like I’m your old slipper,” Joe decided.

“We’re not like that, Joe. We’re not normal.”

“It definitely didn’t start normal.”

“It couldn’t as you well know. And it can’t for the same reason.”

“Not having you forced into my tiny universe.”

“Your nest, Joe. My home. As long as you give me freedom, and yes pay for that freedom as part of our agreement, our bond, wherever I might stray, coming home, being with you, will be my greatest joy. But my time away from you, and your time away from me even, I believe can only be sustained in what old relationships lack, trust. I want you never to feel that you can’t tell me anything, even if you might think I won’t want to hear it.”

“And in return I hear about this porn star cock.”

“Yes Joe. You’ll be hearing the adventures of Sue out in the world and you might even get excited about it. I recall the first time you saw me I was fucking John and you got off on that.”

“Yes, but...”

“He was an asshole and Stuart is not. But he’s not you, Joe. No man will ever be you. Trust me. Trust yourself. Trust us. Okay?”

“Yes Sue.”

“You know what’s essential to our bond?”

“Our appreciation of each other’s intelligence?”

“That too, but we’re both voyeurs and exhibitionists. We like watching and being watched fucking.”

“Not this time.”

“We were in a hurry,” Sue laughed. “But if you want to set things up, I prepared to go around the world again.”

“As in?”

“Enema.”

“Ah,” Joe chuckled.

While he got up to set up his smartphone on a nearby surface, Sue went to her bag and extracted the slim dildo meant for anal play, the even slimmer vibrator and the flavored lube and placed them on the bed.

“The dildo?” Joe asked.

“For you to fuck me to prepare the way for the real thing into my butthole. Do you have a condom?”

“I do.”

“For when you cum in there.”

“I could pull out?”

“Then it wouldn’t be around the world would it?”

“I suppose not.”

“You worried I might peg you?”

“Maybe some time.”

“I understand. On your back, lover.”

He did as commanded and she pulled his legs wider and brought his thickening cock to her mouth, sucking, licking and fisting him to full erection and continuing it for several minutes. His moans and sighs and squirms guided her to give him the greatest thrill, even backing off to tease him when he got close. A couple moments she sent him deep enough to press his glans against her uvula, but felt defensive gagging still, promising herself she’d push past that reflex eventually. She’d have lots of practice. That would be one place for him alone, and her anus, where no one but him had gone and would go.

She finally relented to his need, fisting his shaft and sucking his glans until he filled her mouth with his nasty semen and she swallowed it down proudly. Then she offered him her pussy while she carefully stroked him until the oversensitivity passed. Once he got hard again, she told him, “Slick up my back hole and use that dildo on me there.”

“The vibrator?”

“Later.”

Once he’d brought the lube into her anus and added some from the well lubed dildo, she requested within a deep moan, “Hand me the lube,” her hand brought back for him to hand it off.

Setting the squeeze bottle aside, she rolled on the magnum and then coated a hand with the lube and fisted him before sucking him again, the flavor managing to cover the flavor of latex.

Finally she moved off him, lying back and lifting her legs high and wide.

“Pillow?” he asked.

“Sure.”

He set it beneath her coccyx, putting her smallest hole, somewhat loosened, as an easier target.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Please.”

“Vibrator?”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“Okay.”

He pushed his glans through her sphincter.

“Oh fuck! Keep going!”

His thrusts went ever deeper until his balls met her ass cheeks. They both watched the penetration. “Fuck my ass, Joe!” she insisted, and he began the in and out thrusts, incrementally gaining speed. At the same time she turned on the vibrator, steering it over her clit and inside her. He moved over her when at medium slow speed and his hands angled in to massage her tits and tweak her nipples. Everything became a gradual build of intensity, harder thrusts, more aggressive tweaking, faster and deeper plunges of the vibrator into her.

She ended up cumming first, powerfully and loudly. “Keep going!” she insisted, and he was slapping noisily against her ass with his pelvis, giving himself over to his own pleasure. She grunted and groaned and brought fingers into her pussy, all four in the end, while her other hand kept the vibrator buzzing her clit, and when he finally stilled and undulated from each ejaculation, she worked herself to a last orgasm as well, growling her profound ecstasy. The pulsing of her sphincter actually slowed down his softening, so when he eased out his penis had retained some of its hardness.

He embraced her and pulled her over him to rest.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Intense,” she answered.

“Me too.”

“Hot tub when I can get up?”

“Sounds good,” he chuckled.

While he filled the tub, Sue called down to Donna.

“Have fun?” Donna asked cheerily.

“You could say that,” Sue giggled. “When did you plan to have lunch?”

“Anytime.”

“Would you mind getting us some sandwiches at Subway?”

“I brought my own. Never mind. I like their tuna. You?”

“Spicy Italian with everything and oil and vinegar and salt and pepper. Joe?”

“Sounds good.”

“I’ll get a foot long then.”

“Join us in the hot tub.”

“Even better,” Donna chuckled.

They settled into the tub, the jets stirring the water.

“Ready to hear more about Stuart?” Sue asked.

“Yes,” Joe replied, and she snuggled up to him, accepting his arm around her shoulder, her fingers intertwining with his.

She told him about the sex shop and the strip club and the coincidence and how it was decided she and Chita would pretend to be escorts.

“Is Chita someone you want me to meet too?” Joe asked.

“She is, and like Carla I think she has a unique intelligence, street smarts I guess you’d call it, that I think you’ll find refreshing. She definitely speaks her mind.”

“That’s good.”

“I know.”

“Go on.”

She told him explicitly about the sex.

“He’s that good?” Joe asked.

“It’s not a competition.”

“Isn’t it?”

“If it is, then I’m the winner.”

They laughed.

Then about her perfect pussy.

“Three of the women I had to be careful about their cervix,” Joe reported.

“Then almost half.”

“The problem with a porno dick,” Joe explained.

“It hurts them?”

“Yes.”

“But it felt really good when he pressed against it.”

“It’s sensitive there.”

“Of course.”

“I can see why that might have begun his attraction, and why he’d want a repeat.”

“Joe.”

“You’ve been reading erotic stories on the internet. You’ve read the word compersion.”

“In some of my favorite stories. Are you claiming the rights of compersion, because I’m in complete agreement?”

“As it would be with you searching for sex partners for me.”

“With a bit of selfishness involved.”

“Nevertheless.”

“With others too, like Tracy where it might be better for her than you.”

“And for Gerry agreeing to it.”

“And me getting to go down on her.”

“Who’s going down on who?” asked Donna, just entering the room.

“Pretty much everyone going down on everyone,” Sue smirked. “Get naked and join us.”

“You don’t have to ask twice,” Donna grinned and soon revealed her slim, hard body. She settled opposite them, moving around a bit. “Ah there it is,” she giggled.

“How’s Fred?” Sue asked.

“Good. Much better I think. You talked to her?”

“Yes.”

“I think she listened.”

“Along with getting her head in the right place...”

“So to speak,” Donna giggled.

“I had my own agenda. Permission to...”

“Join me with Joe.”

“Yep.”

“She asked if you and I had gotten together since we’d become a couple, and preferred I didn’t in the future.”

“You should ask her about her attraction to Chita.”

“A bit of blackmail? We all have our wondering eyes and wishful desires, unrequited in the vast majority of the time.”

“Would she refuse if Chita offered herself?”

“It wouldn’t matter to me unlike her, but the point is moot, yes?”

“Chita prefers a pretty face. Sorry.”

“You understand what worries her.”

“Limited choices.”

“And feeling less than desirable.”

“We talked about that, about jealousy,” Joe said. “It coming from a lack of trust and maybe more importantly a lack of self-confidence.”

“I have plenty proof of that,” Donna agreed. “Convincing someone who lacks the conventional body type for beauty that she’s the one I want because she defines what I want. Even when it’s only men who I occasionally sleep with and not some hot female, it’s always problematic.”

“Isn’t that more about going against lesbian doctrine of considering men the enemy?” Sue asked.