Chapter 5: Renée and Katherine Examine Some Porn

Renée didn’t make it to my place later that weekend. I’m not sure why but she just wasn’t up for it.

On Monday morning, Katherine called Renée and me into the conference room and closed the door. She didn’t sit at the head of the table, but rather on one side. Renée sat in the place of “honor,” and I was opposite Katherine. Our placement was pretty much random anyway.

Katherine sat back and looked at us for a few moments. Then she said, “Okay guys, we all trust each other, don’t we? I have an announcement – that’s not quite the right word – for Renée, really.”

I instantly knew what it was going to be, but I stayed silent. Katherine sighed and said, “It’s that, well, I have a thing going with Paul now too. Renée, I hope you’re not upset by this.”

“Hey, I predicted this was coming, and I heard about your doings last week. I mean, not wearing panties; I’m shocked, shocked!”

“Renée, you and I have turned into a couple of very bad girls at a rather late age.”

“Indeed we have.”

“So, are we all down with this? Everybody accepts it? Paul, we haven’t heard from you yet.”

I shrugged, “It’s a done deal now, and I went into it with my eyes open.”

Katherine said, “All right, I have something I want to talk to her about, privately. Please, don’t take it personally.”

Renée said, “And, by coincidence, I have something I wanted to mention to you too.”

I got up, “All right ladies, it’s been a notable couple of weeks.”

Renée grinned at me and said, “And you wouldn’t have missed it for anything, would you?”

As I got up, I wasn’t so sure, but as she had suggested, I was getting laid regularly now and most guys would have done the same as I had.

After I had left, Renée said, “You know, we almost have a threesome going here, in a figurative sense.”

Katherine pondered that for a moment. The other woman continued, “I mean, we now all have the combinations. It wouldn’t take much to make it a reality.”

“I’m not sure I could handle that.”

“Not yet, you mean! Remember when I said you should confess your sins? Come on, don’t worry, I know I’m giving you a hard time. So what is it you wanted to tell me?”

Katherine pulled herself together. “Now this may seem a bit strange, but I did arrange to go to his place for Friday evening. However, the actual – call it deflowering – took place in his car on Thursday evening.”

“Why did you do it that way?”

“I’m not sure. I just wanted it to be spontaneous, so I caught him off guard. I used the pretext that I needed a ride to the railroad station.”

“So where did you actually do it, I mean, where was the car parked?”

“In the parking lot, in that dark corner way on the far left side.” She smiled to herself. “There’s plenty of room in the back of a Dodge Diplomat.”

Renée shook her head, “You really are a pisser, you know that? And then you did more of it over the weekend, I assume.”

She nodded, “Of course.”

“I think all three of us have gone completely sex crazy. Long dry spells will do that to a person. So I busted your girl-cherry and he did your guy-cherry. Congratulations, how does it feel?”

“It feels great, actually.”

“You waited long enough. Which reminds me, even I haven’t done that with him yet. We didn’t get together this weekend as I had originally thought.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. So I had a proposal for tomorrow if you want to go. I thought we should play hooky, call in sick. Then we’ll go into New York, visit a porn shop, and buy some really dirty magazines. I’ll drive in, and then we’ll go back to Englewood and take a look at our wares. I think it will be an educational experience for you.”

Katherine looked a bit nervous. “I know we talked about that, but tomorrow?”

“It’s as good a time as any.”

“Have you ever been in one of those places?”

“Like once, with an old boyfriend years ago. I’m not sure where it was, but it won’t be hard to find one.”

Katherine thought about it for a moment, and then she said. “All right, let’s do it.”

When Katherine was back at her desk, she thought again about what was happening. What are the three of us doing now? Not long before, she would have said that their actions were “evil.” Were they merely erotic?

She leaned back and thought, I’m on this ride now, I suppose I have to stay on it.

The next day Katherine came in on the E train, while Renée drove in and parked in a garage. They met on a corner in West Midtown and started walking down Eighth Avenue. Within a few blocks, they found a store on a side street just off the avenue.

Renée said, “Don’t worry, this will go fine.”

Once inside, the clerk glanced at them. Renée gave him a little wave. Katherine felt some of her self-consciousness coming back. What does he think? A thirty-something woman of middling height and a short forty-something one have just walked in. I bet he doesn’t see that every day. There were a couple of other customers inside, but they ignored the two ladies from New Jersey.

Katherine quietly said, “So what should we get?”

“Some of those European magazines would be good, especially the ones from Denmark. And we should get some of those British BDSM rags.”

“BDSM?”

“Spanking, mostly. The English vice, remember? I see there are sections in here with some used mags.”

“Used? Are the pages stuck together with old semen?”

It took a moment for Renée to realize that she was being joshed with. Katherine couldn’t keep a straight face, and her friend said, “Come on, you nutty broad, let’s have a look.”

Back in the Englewood apartment, Renée took a magazine at random and started flipping through it. They were sitting together at her kitchen table.

Renée said, “Okay, this looks like a good set of pics. Basically shows everything, but not too complicated – only two people involved.” She put the magazine down on the table and they looked through a group of nearly two dozen color photos.

Those showed a young woman with long reddish-brown hair. In the beginning, she seemed to be wearing some kind of blue uniform – maybe Air Force – consisting of a blue jacket and a skirt. As she sat on a sofa, there was a glimpse of the black straps that held up her dark nylon stockings.

She was talking to someone just outside of the left frame, and as she did, she lifted her skirt to reveal lacey red panties. Then she fondled her own pussy after doing that.

The guy outside the frame appeared, and there were three photos of her sucking his cock as it sticks out of his pants. She opened her jacket and white blouse to reveal her breasts; her unbuckled red bra matched her underpants. He rewarded her in one photo with a bout of cunt licking as he knelt on the floor.

After that, the fucking commenced. First, he entered her from the front as she sat on the couch. Then, there are several photos of her doing a reverse cowgirl on him. One photo was a close-up of his cock entering her from below. Her hand – she has red fingernails – grasped his balls as he was doing that act.

In the following photos, she removed her skirt, jacket, and blouse, but her bra remained hanging askew. Her garter and straps were completely visible by that point. He took her again from the front on the sofa, and then from the rear. During the rear entry, there was another close-off of his cock, balls, and her hands as he penetrated her cunt. She kept her shoes on for the entire time.

In the final two photos, he pulled out of her and he ejaculated onto her bared breasts. A considerable amount of semen dripped down her chest in the last close-up.

Both Renée and Katherine remained silent for a minute or so as they examined the photos. Katherine spoke first, “She’s very pretty.”

“Not as pretty as you are my dear.”

“Oh come on!” Yet she was pleased with the compliment she had gotten.

“Her hair color almost matches yours.”

Katherine had a question, “So where do they get the people to pose for this?”

“I suspect most of them are getting paid. However, there are photos obviously of amateurs with a streak of exhibitionism in them I guess. Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference.”