Chapter 10: Once Again in the Mouth of the Gail

It was another ten minutes to walk to her place. Making conversation, I asked, “So how long did it take Carol to recover from the mother of all hangovers last time?”

“Almost a full day. She swore up and down that that was the last time, from then on it was white wine only when she went out. That oath lasted till the following Friday. She spent an hour barfing into the toilet when she got home.”

“Well, everyone needs a hobby.”

“Yeah, well, you didn’t have to hold her hair while she tossed her cookies for the better part of an hour. I gave her a talking to the next morning, but I think the hangover got in the way of her hearing me.”

“Have you never been drunk?”

“Well, yeah. You experiment with that stuff in high school, and I got really drunk once at a party. I heard about it the next day from my friends. Let’s just say that I did some things that people will probably still be laughing about at my tenth high school reunion. I’m not sure I can face attending.”

“Better to get it out of the way early, I guess.”

“Have you never been drunk as a skunk?”

“Alcohol never did much for me, mostly just made me sleepy, then when I woke up I was sick. Not my idea of a good time, so I mostly avoid it now.”

“Aren’t you quite the role model.”

“Don’t make fun of me. Not being able to drink made it a lot harder for me to socialize since so much of high school and college social life is based around alcohol. That’s probably one of the reasons I became such a nerd.”

“A nerd? You? Are you serious?”

“To hear the athletes in high school tell it, yeah, Grade A, grain-fed nerd.”

“They picked on you? Really?”

“Oh, yeah. At least to start. Then I started learning hapkido and pretty soon I could hold my own.”

I told her about the football players in high school who liked to beat up nerds, Norman Atwell and his buddy Ryan Coolidge, and the time they tried to beat me up in the hallway between classes, and how I got Atwell in an arm-lock after kicking Coolidge in the nuts and threatened to end Atwell’s sports career permanently if he didn’t stop picking on the nerds.

“And that worked? Really?”

“Yeah, mostly. I flipped him over my shoulder and put him on the floor pretty hard, so he was a little stunned. Word got around among the jocks, and while they continued to glare at me and call me names, they never picked on me again because Norm knew I was serious and he was going to get hurt. And he was the biggest, too, so the others probably thought it best to leave me alone.”

“You’re a man of surprising talents, Carter. Many talents.”

And with that we were at her building. We climbed the stairs and she unlocked the door.

“Gail? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me, Tim. I have company.”

The mysterious Tim poked his head out of one of the doors and looked.

“Tom, my roommate, Tim. Tim, this is Tom Carter.”

He came over and offered a hand, as he appraised me. “Nice to meet you, Tom.”

“Tim,” said Gail, “you seen Carol?”

“She headed out to meet up with her rat pack. That girl never learns.”

“This time she can hold her own hair up. Or barf all over it, I don’t care. What are you doing tonight?”

“Evan and I are going out to dinner with some friends. Should be fun.”

“Good for you. See you later.”

As we went down the hall, Tim called, “Nice meeting you, Tom.”

I wished him a good evening and followed Gail. She was doing her best to suppress a smile.

“What?” I asked.

“I’m smiling at Tim. He’s in a relationship and yet he cannot keep from checking out every guy he comes across.”

“You mean me?”

“Yes, you.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t you worry, Carter, I’ll fight him off. Your virtue is safe.”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Mildly amused. Sit, I’ll get us sorted.”

She dug out the wooden box from beneath the bed and in a few moments we were passing the joint back and forth.

“Y’know, I hardly did this at all in high school,” I said. “I knew other kids who were high practically all the time. It was like an armor they wore to protect themselves from the world so they didn’t have to figure things out. It’s relaxing, but it’s hard for me to see it as a way of life.”

“I knew people like that, too. I like it every so often, but more as a relaxer if I’m stressed or worried.”

“It’s more fun, I think, to do it with other people. I can’t see doing this by myself, but it’s fun doing it with you.”

We talked for a while about the different ways pot affected people. I told her that she got the giggles and that made me giggle.

She thought that was funny and started giggling. One thing led to another and soon I was holding my stomach from laughing because she had gotten the giggles and was doing her best to suppress it in order to prove me wrong.

When I got control of myself again, I told her that her face lit up when she was happy, like now, and it seemed to radiate a kind of joy. She told me that that was a sweet thing to say and gave me a kiss. And that led to another, and soon we had our tongues and our arms wrapped around each other.

When she pulled away, she looked at me for a moment, then said, “You left me in such a state last time. I didn’t realize it till you were gone. I was walking around the apartment and I realized I was still tingling, and the robe rubbing against my nipples was setting me on edge. I wanted to call you up and ask if you’d come over again. But I didn’t. I had to play with my dildo for awhile to get the edge off.”

“I’m almost sorry you didn’t call. I would have liked to have seen that. That would have been hot.”

“Serves you right for not being there when I needed you. Anyway, the point I was attempting to make is that you got me so wound up, I came so hard, that it left me wanting more, even though I thought I’d had enough.”

“I’m thinking about when you got up in the morning and asked if I wanted to take a shower with you. I said no, but some part of me was shouting, ‘Damn, how can you not have your hands on that sexy woman all the time? Go for it!’ But my body, my poor body, was saying, ‘How can I do it again? Have pity’.”

“Guys always have excuses. Though, to be fair, you left me nearly comatose, I came so many times. I just thought maybe you could have done one more.”

“Just ask next time. I might not be able to get my dick functioning again, but there’s tongues and fingers. Or dildos. Or bananas.”

“Oooo, kinky, I like it. Okay, I’ll make a note.”

She paused, playing with a button on my shirt, looking like she trying to say something. “Tom, I’m trying to find a smooth way of asking, and I’m coming up blank, so I’ll just have to ask straight out. You did me so good last time, I want more. Can we make love again?”

I smiled. “I was sitting here trying to think of a way to ask you without seeming like too much of a single-minded oversexed college guy. We don’t know each other that well, and I didn’t want you to think too badly of me.”

“You know that O. Henry story, The Gift Of The Magi?”

I shook my head.

“Read it sometime. You’ll see the parallels.”

She started unbuttoning my shirt and I watched her. When she got it undone, she pulled it out of my pants, then leaned in and kissed me all over my chest and licked my nipples. I linkcast her a Foundation image, which would heighten her pleasure and relax her body, making it sensitive.

She ran her hand down to my crotch and squeezed gently and I gasped. She pulled my belt loose and unbuttoned my pants, and before it was too late I set an ejaculation filter for myself. And just in time because now she was pulling my zipper down and my dick felt like it was going to pop out of my shorts and catch her in the eye. I didn’t think that would be good.

She reached up to my waistband and pulled my pants and my shorts down to my knees. Now my dick did stand straight up. She smiled.

She got off the bed and down on her knees to unlace my shoes, then pulled my pants and my shorts the rest of the way down till they were on the floor. I lay there on the bed with my open shirt the only item of clothing I had on except for my socks.

She smirked at me. “So many possibilities. Maybe I should tie you up. Maybe I should have you tie me up. What are your thoughts on dominance and submission? How about S&M?”

She was playing with me, I think. I didn’t believe she was seriously into those things. Was she? Better check, before I commit a serious faux pas. So I looked, and found ... nothing pro or con. It was more like words she was reciting. She had no particular preference for S&M, nor for dominance and ... wait, there was something there, it was a rush she got from thinking about someone ordering her to do things. She wasn’t sure because she’d never done it before, but the idea of it, the thinking about it, she found arousing, maybe something she might like to try.

So I played along with her. She was having fun with the idea of it, so I said, “Oh, please, mistress, do not whip me again. I promise to be good.”

She laughed at that, maybe the weed, maybe the fun of playing with the roles. “No promises, slave, one wrong move and I’ll be forced to punish you.”

And, still smiling at me, she started to unbutton her blouse. She was deliberately going slow, teasing me, making me wait. When she finally finished, she pulled the blouse out of her pants, then went to the corner of the room and sat in a chair already covered with clothes. She leaned down, unzipped her boots and pulled them off.

She stood up and ran her hands over her boobs, still in the bra, and I realized that she was stripping for me. She was making this a game to get me aroused, show me what I had been missing. She shrugged the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall onto the chair.

“Gail, if I have a stroke because you teased me, it’s going to be your fault.”

“I’m sure you have a strong heart, able to withstand all sorts of shocks.”

She unbuttoned her pants and lowered the zipper, then turned around and wiggled her hips to make the pants slide down her hips and her legs. When they were around her ankles, she stepped out of them and stood there, her back to me, then reached behind her and unhooked her bra.

Turning back toward me, she folded her arms under her boobs and twisted back and forth from her hips so her tits would sway slightly. I could feel my lips getting dry now.

She leaned forward from her waist and the bra slipped off her arms and onto the floor.

“Jesus Christ, Gail, that’s like a punch in the gut. It takes my breath away.” She raised an eyebrow, then lowered her hands, put two thumbs under the waistband, and slipped her panties over her hips. They fell to her ankles.

“I am speechless, baby. You are so hot you make my hands shake.”

“You’ll need those hands in a while, so try to get it under control.”

“Come here and lie down next to me so I can touch you.”

As she walked to the bed, I slipped off my shirt and tossed it to the floor. I lay in the middle of the bed and watched her climb onto the bed. She squirmed up and got close to me, putting an arm around me. I kissed her for a long time. We were both breathing pretty heavily by the time we pulled apart.

“I don’t know what it is about you. I want to find all the possible ways that I can make you moan with pleasure. I don’t know what you like and what you don’t, so I’d have to try everything, including the things that might scare you or you wind up hating, because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to learn what gets you going. Is that perverse?”

“A little, but it’s also nice in a way, because you’re thinking about new ways to make me cum. But you know, that works two ways, don’t you? I’d have to experiment on you and I might happen on a few things that you hate as well. Because that’s how we learn.”

“Ummm, we might need to come up with some safe words. I’m a bit in awe of your creativity and imagination, and afraid of where that might lead.”

“Oh, don’t be such a worry wart. What could possibly go wrong? Can you reach under the bed and pass me my barbed whip?”

“‘Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly’.”

I pulled on an earlobe with my lips, which made her catch her breath. I linkcast Silk to her. That would make every touch feel like a brush of silk over the skin, very soft and erotic.

“Let’s start with this and see where it leads,” I said. I nibbled her neck just under her ear, working my way downward very slowly. By the time I got to the place where her neck joins her shoulder, she was whimpering softly.

I rolled her onto her back. She lay there with her eyes closed, breathing quickly. With my tongue, I followed the contour of her breast, alternating it with kisses, and when I pulled her nipple into my mouth I linkcast Shiver to her and felt her tremble with the pleasure of the sensation.

I moved to the other side and worked my way around the other one, squeezing and licking, ending with my sucking the nipple into my mouth. She shivered again.

She seemed to be in a teasing mood today, but turnabout is fair play. So with my tongue I worked my way down her torso, pausing at her navel to work the tongue around it because she’d gotten a thrill from that last time. Then I continued my way downward and by the time I got to her hips she was almost choking, waiting for what she thought was next.

I could feel her frustration as I deliberately bypassed her pussy, running my tongue over her hip and down the inside of her thigh. When I got to her knee she jumped and almost caught me in the face with it. But I’d learned the hard way with other women and was watching for it.

She was talking to herself now -- the knee was apparently very sensitive -- and I could hardly hear the words. It was something like, “You bastard, why are you waiting, I need it.” Almost unintelligible.

I followed the trail southward and when I reached her ankle, she got very quiet. Not my first rodeo, and I placed a firm grip on her ankle and blocked the other leg with my arm.

I let my tongue amble down onto the top of her foot and she gasped, “Oh, fuck!” Very slowly, I moved my tongue, flicking back and forth, from the instep to the sole of her foot and she went ballistic. I needed both hands to hold on to her leg. I licked the sole of her foot from the heel to the toe, while she yelled, “Ohmigod, no, stop, too much, fuck, no!” But I wouldn’t.

She was pounding the bed with her fists, her torso twisting, trying to get away, while I licked her sole. After a couple of minutes, when she looked like she was almost out of energy, I changed to kisses instead and she calmed down and moaned instead.

I moved up slowly, reaching her toes, then sucked two of them into my mouth, running my tongue back and forth. “Oh my God, no, Tom, too sensitive, oh, please.” When she sounded like she couldn’t take any more, I linkcast Summer Breeze to her and heard her gasp and end with a low moan.

I held them in my mouth, but without the tongue while she regained her composure, then kissed each one in turn, and sucked her big toe into my mouth. She stiffened. “Oh, fuck, ohmigod, it’s too much, too much!” I sent her another Summer Breeze and the invocation ended in a choke and a shiver. But she’d had enough. She’d be really sensitized now.

I put her foot down and moved up and placed my arm around her. “You’re fun. You keep telling me to stop, then you wind up really getting off on what I’m doing.”

“You bastard. I’m so sensitive now I think I’m going to fly off the bed. I’m so wound up, my nerves are so jangly, I don’t know what to do.”

“But I do. Just you watch.”

I worked my way down past her belly button with my tongue, and this time I went straight to her pussy. I licked my way up and down the labia. Under her breath, she was saying, “More, more.”

I pulled her labia apart with my thumbs and kissed the inside. She groaned, and her hands found their way to the back of my head to guide me. I jabbed my tongue at the pink places and she started her mantra, “Oh, please, oh, please.” I moved higher, and just shy of her clit, I changed to nibbles. I sent another Summer Breeze and she moaned very beautifully.

I was curious. I still hadn’t completely figured out what got women really satisfied. I’d ruled out a series of big orgasms. A bunch of small ones followed by a big one was pretty good, but I wasn’t sure it was optimum. Nor was I sure that the same approach would work with all women. So it was still trial and error for the time being, though even the ‘error’ part still felt good.

So I wondered how long I could keep her in a state where she was enjoying the rushes of pleasure without frustrating her because she couldn’t get to the size she wanted. It was all guesswork still.

I decided to try to keep her in a heightened state with a series of small, slow orgasms that would get her moaning, looking for the next one. The ‘wave breaking on the beach’ image had worked reasonably well in the past, so that was my metaphor of choice.

Moving onto her clit with my lips, I pulled it and rolled it. Her hand was slapping the bedclothes now as she grunted. It wasn’t quite enough to get her off, but this was. I took two fingers and slid them into her cunt, in and out slowly, and she cried, “Oh, Jesus, baby, oh, yes!” I did that for ten seconds, then linkcast her the first of the breaking waves.

I felt her tense, then arch her back. “Yes, yes, there it is, I’m cumming!” I pulled my fingers out and changed the nibbles to kisses while she wound down.

“Oh, Carter, that was lovely. I liked that.”

“And I liked watching you. It was lovely.”

I nuzzled closer to her pussy and found her clit again with my lips, pulling it and letting it snap back, again and again. “Oh, Tom, it’s so sensitive.”

I stuck out my tongue and flicked it on her clit and she gasped. I didn’t give her a chance to object because I took three fingers of my right hand and pushed them into her pussy. “Oh, fuck, Tom, ohmigod, I...”

She didn’t finish because I sent her another breaking wave right then, and whatever she had planned to say, it changed to, “I’m cumming again, I’m cumming, oh, yes!”

I fucked her with my fingers until her hands hitting my head told me I needed to give her a break. I pulled my fingers out of her and lay my head on the bed beside her hip.

When she caught her breath she said, “I don’t know why I’m cumming so often. It’s like you’re pushing all the right buttons, and it’s just knocking me for a loop.”

“I love watching you get off. You give yourself over to it completely.”

“I hope you’ve having half as much fun as I am.”

“You can count on it. Pull your knees back, Gail, let me look at you.”

“It’s really sensitive right now, Tom, be careful.”

“Okay, I’ll try something different.”

She looked dubious, but pulled her knees back toward her shoulders. Her pussy was completely exposed now, and it was beautiful. But she’d said to be careful, so I’d stay away from her clit for awhile.

I leaned in and ran my tongue back and forth over her perineum and she almost choked. She was still very leery of things in her butt, or things that got close to it. This felt good, but she was still afraid of what might come next, so as I licked it I linkcast an increasing sense of arousal along with a sense of safety, that I’d never cause her discomfort or pain.

And as I continued to run my tongue back and forth, she moaned, giving in to it, trying on the sensations. I moved my right thumb onto the perineum and moved my tongue to the entrance to her pussy and tried to tongue-fuck her. Harder than it sounds since my tongue wasn’t that long.

But it didn’t matter, because the feeling of my thumb along with the tongue trying to push in brought her right to the edge, and I sent her another wave, this one long and slow, washing far up the beach, then receding just as slowly back into the ocean.

I am still in awe of how powerful these images can be when the target’s mind interprets them. With Gail, she tensed and gave a sustained, low moan which lasted for a long time and ended as she lowered her legs and her body relaxed into the bed.

“Oh. My. God. Carter, that one sent me floating above the earth and set me down so gently. It was wonderful.”

“It certainly sounded that way.”

“I wonder what it would be like if we all felt like this all the time. Everybody would feel too good to argue and fight.”

“We’d probably never get anything done, either. How do you concentrate on your math homework while you’re having an orgasm like that?”

“Maybe you’re right. Okay, orgasms on alternate days of the week only.”

“Suggest it to your congressperson. We could pass a law.”

“Right. Tomorrow. How long are you going to keep waving that stiffy around?”

“I’ll find a use for it presently. I’m having fun watching you. Why don’t you roll over onto your stomach.”

She rolled over and got comfortable, then, partially spreading her legs and folding her arms underneath her head, closed her eyes.

I got on my knees and just admired her shape while I massaged her shoulders and down onto her trapezius muscles. She hummed underneath me. Periodically I would lean in and kiss a particularly interesting spot on her back.

I continued lower until I was at her hips, then moved onto her butt, squeezing and kneading. I sent her another named image, this one call Buttlover’s. Listen, don’t give me a hard time about these names. I made most of them up on the fly only so I could remember and reuse them later. Some of the names are dumb, but I’m used to them now.

Anyway, Buttlover’s gives a feeling that she is filled fully, with a spreading warmth, pleasure, and a thrill of excitement. It’s really meant to precede a dick poking into her ass, but it was too soon for that. But the warmth and the excitement, she could experience that and remember it later when we did start sticking things in there. As soon as I sent it, the hum changed into something more like a gasp. She said, “Oh. Oh, my!”

I continued squeezing her ass cheeks while I leaned in and kissed the crack, then dragged my tongue down it. I could almost feel her caution flags go up, but she didn’t say anything. I flicked my tongue back and forth in the crack. Her legs were spread wide enough that I could see her butthole as well as her pussy.