Chapter 16

From somewhere far away I heard Emma saying, “Listen, I’m gonna go down and put together some lunch. You come down when you’re cleaned up. Give me fifteen minutes, okay?”

Maybe she’d forget about us and we could nap for an hour. I closed my eyes, but almost immediately I heard her voice. “C’mon, what’s keeping you? I’ve got soup and sandwiches on the table. Everybody up.”

Amy looked about as rested as me, but I forced myself up. I found my clothes and dressed, then went into the bathroom and washed my face and hands, which made me feel marginally better.

Downstairs, I sat while Emma smiled at me, saying, “A little run down, are we?”

“That’s just mean, Emma.”

“I’ve got some multi-vitamins in the medicine cabinet. Maybe they’ll help. Oh, here she is.”

Amy’s footsteps on the stairs preceded her coming into the kitchen only by seconds. She looked brighter than I felt. It must be a woman thing. Women find orgasms exhilarating. Men find them fun but exhausting.

“There’s tuna salad and ham and cheese. The soup’s minestrone. Something to drink, Amy? I’ve got some wine left.”

Amy said just water. I wanted coffee, but there was none made, so I took water, too.

Emma turned to Amy. “I’m dying to know. How do you feel? What’d you think? Was it fun?”

Amy put down her water glass and regarded Emma. “Yes, it was fun. I already said that, I think. It left me feeling relaxed and kind of glowing all over. Now you answer a question. What was that thing with the vibrator? Why were you there suddenly, doing that?”

“Oh, that. I just thought you might need a little help finding the next one since you’d just finished one. I was sitting there and doing nothing, so I thought I could help.”

I didn’t know her well, but I thought I could read Amy’s face, and the face said that she wasn’t buying this completely, that she thought Emma had left something out. But Amy nodded, as if to accept the explanation.

Emma went on. “Were there things you didn’t care for? What were the things you liked best?”

“Emma, I don’t know yet. There wasn’t anything that made me scream, ‘stop, don’t,’ but there were some things that felt ... weird. I’ll have to think about whether I really don’t like them, or if it just felt weird because it was new. As far as the things I liked, I don’t know, the tongue was nice, wherever it was. I found I liked being on top with Ken inside me, that felt good. You were right, I could control it better. There were things to like about everything. I don’t have enough experience yet to differentiate.”

Emma looked at me, her soup spoon in her hand. “And you, Kenny? Was it different?”

I had to think about this. “I’ll tell you, I’m still trying to sort this out in my head. First off, even while it was fun making love to Amy and watching her get off, it felt very strange to be doing it in front of you. Even though we talked this over and you told me you were okay with this, on some level it still feels like cheating. Some part of me felt guilty to be doing it. I was – still am – a little uncomfortable with it.”

“That’s probably just first-time nerves. I think you’ll get over it,” said Emma.

I ate my soup and wondered if that was true. Being in love with Emma made me feel like even looking at another woman was being unfaithful, yet here she had given her blessing, seemingly wanting to help her friend through a tough time, had even watched and participated.

“Emma. Tell me what you felt sitting there, watching the two of us in front of you. Were you jealous, even a little? Did you have second thoughts just after we started?”

“I don’t think so. To any of that. I know you love me, wouldn’t cheat on me, and I love you, too. This was just a mechanical action you were performing that would help Amy, show her how it should feel. It made me glad to see her so happy and relaxed, and maybe she can talk Donny into trying some of those things. That’s all this was.”

She ate her soup and chatted to Amy about when her train was leaving on Monday and if there was anything she wanted to do before she left. I sat there thinking about what she’d said. I thought that all of it was true, but I also thought that there was more to it. Maybe she wasn’t aware of it, but I thought there was something more there that she was avoiding.

I’d eaten enough that I was no longer hungry. The other two were just nibbling at crumbs while they talked. Emma cast an occasional glance at me. I knew what she was thinking. She wanted us to start up again. We’d done the basics, but there were other things that Amy should experience.

But we had a basic problem. I was still worn out from the morning’s session, and would need some time to recuperate. I wasn’t sure if she had overlooked that or what, but I thought it needed restating.

At a break in the conversation I said, “It’s going to take me awhile before I’m ready to begin again. You wore me out pretty good, Amy. Maybe the two of you can talk for awhile while I take a short nap. Will that work?”

Emma looked a little disappointed in me, but by now she should have known how long it would take me to get an erection again. She put on a friendly face and told me it was fine, they’d wash the dishes, maybe have a little wine, then attack me when I least suspected it.

“Good thing I’m unaware of your secret plan, then. All right, see you in a while.”

I went up and lay on the bed. As much as I wanted to nap, my brain kept coming back to how strange this all felt. The sex was fine, and I had actually enjoyed getting Amy to loosen up and find her orgasms. She certainly had looked more relaxed when we’d finished. I forced myself to shut off my mind and let my body sleep.

It was actually the whispers that woke me. They’d been trying so hard to keep quiet that the silence had woken me. Emma was hovering over me, just about to give me a kiss, and Amy was at the foot of the bed trying to unlace my shoes without waking me up.

“Oh,” said Emma, “we wanted to surprise you, get you naked while you were still asleep.”

“I wasn’t that deeply asleep. I can pretend, if you like.”

“No, it’s all right, you were going to have to wake up anyway to be of any use to Amy.”

“How long was I asleep, anyway?”

“I dunno, maybe 30 minutes.”

“You are very optimistic that you’re going to get any use out of me. That’s a pretty short rest period.”

“I have great faith in your recuperative powers. C’mon, clothes off, get to work.”

I turned to Amy. “Are you going to let her mistreat me like this? How about showing some solidarity with the workers.”

She laughed, but she told me, “I want to see some nakedness here. You’re dillydallying.”

“I notice that you’re fully dressed. Is that what I’ve become, a sex object?”

“And a pretty good one,” she said, which made Emma laugh.

I’d been hoping to bargain a little more sleep, but there was no way of putting them off. I swung my feet off the bed and started getting undressed.

They folded their arms and watched until I finally removed my socks and stood there, naked.

“Quid pro quo,” I said.

“Huh?” said Amy.

“It’s Latin for ‘your turn to strip’. Let’s see some nakedness here.”

Amy turned her head to Emma, I don’t know why, but Emma nodded.

She started to unbutton her shirt. “You know, I’ve never done this for anybody, not ever, not even Donny. I always got undressed in the bathroom and put on a nightgown. This feels a little dirty.”

“Well, it is,” Emma jumped in. “You’re stripping for your lover, displaying your body for him, teasing him. It’s part of foreplay, so make it sexy.”

“What she said,” I confirmed.

Amy was having a little trouble getting into the spirit of it, but there was a lot of propaganda embedded in her head that she had to push through first. It would get better.

She had her shirt off, making a big thing out of folding it carefully. I sat on the bed and tried stroking my limp dick, but this was going to take awhile.

She unbuttoned her shorts and almost didn’t push them down. I could see her fighting through it. She’d already fucked me, but she was still shy about exposing herself. She gritted her teeth and pushed them down, then stepped out of them.

She was still unconsciously doing that modesty thing, holding her arms in such a way as to hide most of her tits, with her hands folded in front of her crotch, probably force of habit. She forced herself to stand up straight and look at me, then reached behind her and unhooked her bra.

I’ll give her credit, she was working at it. She pulled it off, then dropped it in the corner with the rest of her clothes.

“You’ve got great boobs, Amy, really. Show them off. Show them to me. Cup them in your hands, squeeze them, pinch the nipples for me.”

I could see a faint flush on the skin of her face. This was still a big step for her. I’m sure that she never did this even for Donny, and now I was asking her to behave like someone her mother would probably call a ‘floozy’. But this was the new Amy. She now swore (if you consider ‘damn’ a real swear word), she drank (well, just wine, but perhaps Emma had already introduced her to margaritas) and she fucked around. So there wasn’t much point in being shy anymore.

She lifted her hands and cupped her tits, squeezing them and pushing them up. Emma laughed and applauded. “Oh, Amy, that’s perfect. Wait, can you do that porn thing where you lean down and lick your own nipples? I can’t, my boobs are too small. Try it.”

Amy was smiling, getting into the spirit of it. I wondered if Emma had uncorked the wine after lunch. That would explain the laughing and the dares.

Amy leaned down as far as she could, but her boobs were still a little small to do it right. However she did manage to get her tongue to touch one nipple, just barely. And it did look sexy.

“That’s hot, Amy. I like it. Turn around and take off your panties for me. Do it slowly, showing off your ass.”

Now she was looking like a schoolgirl again, shy and self-conscious, unsure of how she looked.

“Amy, you’ve got a great ass. It’s one of your best features. You should be proud of it. Women would envy it, if they could see it under those loose clothes you wear, and men would be day-dreaming about getting their hands on it. Show it off for me.”

Emma agreed from the sidelines, and Amy finally turned around and put her hands on her hips.

With a little coaching from Emma, Amy pushed her panties down slowly, exposing the butt cheeks, hesitating a bit before they slipped below her hips, then they fell to the floor.

“That’s the way. Great butt. Reach back and grab your ass cheeks, squeeze them for me.”

“I don’t know about this. This somehow feels cheap to me. Do people really act like this?”

“They do to their boyfriends, their husbands and lovers. It’s a way of saying, ‘this is mine but I’m going to share it with you. You’d better appreciate this, because I know this is one fine ass’.”

Emma laughed out loud. “Ames, I couldn’t have said it better! Let him know that he’s one lucky bastard to get his hands on that, and that the offer might be withdrawn if he doesn’t shape up.”

She looked unsure, but she did it, tentatively. I had to prod her a little to put some movement into it.

“That’s much better, Amy, kinda hot, in fact. Do this. You’re showing off, so lean over at the waist, reach back and spread the cheeks of your ass. Show your man what’s waiting for him, if he asks nicely.”

She turned her head to Emma and asked, “Really?”

Emma nodded. Emma hadn’t done that for me, yet, but she’d seen it done lots of times in the porn videos she watched with her friends.

So Amy awkwardly leaned over, her legs a little apart, and pulled her cheeks open, showing off her pussy and her asshole.

“That’s hot, Amy, very sexy. I’m definitely primed. But I’ll be honest, it hasn’t been that long since we finished last and my dick still hasn’t recovered. I’m going to need you to help me get it back in fighting shape. Come over here and kneel down in front of me.”

She at least had been through this once, and knew it didn’t feel as odd as showing off her boobs and ass like some porn star. In Amy’s mind, in fact in the minds of many who’d been brought up in restrictive environments like her, ‘normal’ women and porn stars behaved completely differently in the bedroom. Displaying yourself, even to your husband, would be considered lewd and licentious.

But Amy was in the process of rethinking all the things she’d been taught as ‘gospel’. This, too, would follow in due time.

Amy found a comfortable position between my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed. My dick had had prouder moments. Right now it was drooping disconsolately in front of her. She was inspecting it, deciding on an approach. I think she’d ruled out stroking it because it wasn’t yet stiff enough, so she took it between two fingers to hold it in place and leaned down to wrap her lips around it.

She ran her tongue over the tip while her lips held it. She moved her lips, trying to pull more of it into her mouth, while the tongue danced. For someone who had never done this before this morning, she was developing some decent skills. I put my head back and closed my eyes.

Since my head was leaned back, I wasn’t watching her, just trying to focus on the sensation of her lips and tongue on my floppy dick. Suddenly her lips were gone. I could feel her fingers, but then she walked them all the way down to the base of my cock. I felt her warm breath, then her lips brushing against my cock as they went all the way down to just above where her fingers were gripping me.

She closed her lips around it, nearly my whole dick in her mouth. Not as big a deal as it sounds like, since my shrunken prick wasn’t that long. But now, with it all in her mouth, she sucked in her cheeks and moved her head side to side while her tongue swirled around it. I couldn’t help it, I said aloud, “Damn.”

Emma giggled, I heard her. She was enjoying this, watching her apprentice apply the lessons she’d just been taught. And I have to be honest, Amy was doing a good job of it. She had contact almost everywhere on my dick, and the tongue was feeling really good. She started working her way up the dick, her lips moving to reposition themselves as she moved upwards.

By the time she pulled off the tip with a wet pop, I was feeling some distinct arousal. I opened my eyes and found her watching me. My dick was semi-erect, a much-improved state. “Now I’m impressed, Amy. That was some great head.”

She looked confused and turned to look at Emma. However it was that Emma knew what the unasked question was, she gave the explanation Amy was looking for. “Head. It means oral sex, fellatio, going down on him. Great head means you done good.”

Amy nodded and returned to her work, now that she knew she was doing it right for me. She did the same thing as before, held it with two fingers at the base, and tried to get the rest of it into her mouth. The thing is, it was now larger than when she had inserted it the first time around, but she did it the same way: She opened her mouth wide and dropped down to where her fingers were placed.

Now it felt bigger in her mouth (because it was) and there was a little panic. I could feel it in the way she moved her head. But props to her, she didn’t just pull off, she tried to work her way through it. The tip of it must have been uncomfortably close to her throat, but if she felt a gag reflex she didn’t pull away. She sucked in her cheeks again and worked her tongue against the shaft.

I definitely felt that, it felt great, and I told her. She kept it enclosed tightly in her mouth, and moved her head around as her tongue darted here and there. When she started running out of breath, she began to work her way up the shaft till she got to the tip.

“Jesus, Amy, I can’t believe you’ve never done that before today. Either you’re a natural or Emma is the world’s best teacher. Or both. Put your lips around it again, please.”

This time she went in only a couple of inches before closing her lips, but that was fine. “That felt so good, I’ve got to fuck your face. I’m going to push my dick in and out, you keep your lips tight around it. I promise I won’t go in too deep.”

I could see her eyes, she looked afraid of what was going to happen. But she didn’t move, she stayed where she was, eyes on me. I put my hands on the sides of her head and thrust my hips up and down, making my dick slide in and out. It felt fucking great. Whoa, she’s moving her tongue! Christ!

“God damn, Amy, that was spectacular. It felt wonderful. I’d be happy if you’d keep doing that until I came in your mouth, but we’ve got an agenda. So you lie down here. It’s my turn now.”

She pulled off my dick and I thought I saw the trace of a proud smile there. It was gone in an instant. She found a place on the bed and lay on her back. I got up and stood on the floor at the end of the bed. Her feet were at the edge, as one would lie normally on a bed. I reached down under her ankles suddenly with both hands and pulled her down the bed until her ass was at the edge. She made a surprised “Oh.” I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her pussy, while I pushed her thighs to the side.

There was no logic to what I was doing, I was kissing and licking her pussy everywhere so that there was no anticipation, everything was a surprise. I tongue-fucked her until she was responding with an “Ahh” every time I did it.

When my tongue got tired from trying to push it into her cunt, I dropped lower and flicked it side to side on her perineum, while I reached up and ran the tip of one finger lightly around the edges of her clit. It didn’t take long before Amy was pushing her hips into me and whispering just loud enough to hear, “Oh, Jesus, oh, Jesus.”

I substituted my thumb for a tongue on her perineum and moved my head relentlessly higher up her slit, flicking the tongue side to side. As I approached her clit, her mantra changed to, “Yes. Yes, Yes.”

But I never reached it, just circled it, never making direct contact. I could feel her frustration rise, but I had something different in mind. I pushed two fingers slowly into her pussy, then out almost all the way. Her pussy grabbed at my fingers, trying to hold onto them, but she couldn’t.

So in and out, over and over, while my tongue never quite got onto her clit. Her hands were becoming erratic, grabbing at me head, trying to pull me higher, then slapping the back of my head.

She was desperate for it now. I leaned in and kissed her clit chastely and she gasped.

“Do you want to cum, Amy?”

“Oh, yes, yes, please.”

“Then say what you want. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Oh, just do it, please.”

“No, tell me what you want.”

She was fighting two different emotions, one desperation at needing the release, the other her long-held beliefs that she was never to talk about this because it was cheap, immoral.

It took some time, and I could watch the battle play out on her face, but eventually, almost shamefully, she said, “I want to have an orgasm. Please. Make me cum.”

“Okay. You deserve it, Here we go.”

But instead of a tongue, I turned my fingers in her pussy so they were hooked upward, pushing them way inside until I thought I had found it. I pressed upwards onto her G-spot and rubbed, hard.

It was comical, in a way, like a cartoon reaction when Wiley Coyote suddenly realizes he’s run out of cliff-top and is hanging in mid-air, about to fall. Her eyes went wide, because she’d certainly never felt anything like this before.

And then, just before she was about to let go, I pulled them out of her, rubbed her wet pussy, then slapped it lightly a couple of times. Her face said, “Wait, why did you stop? Don’t stop!”

But before she could say it aloud, I pushed the fingers in again and rubbed her G-spot, bringing her up again. She was so unguarded that I could watch her face and know just how close she was.

And each time she was about to push over the edge, I’d pull her back, until she was crying out, “No, no, you’re being mean, don’t stop, make me cum.”

After four times, I thought it was enough. This time, when I pushed them in, I moved them side to side, fast and hard, enough to make her hips rock. Her voice changed, became higher, louder, saying, “Yesyesyes”, until it changed into a long wail, her hips pumping into my hand and damned if she didn’t squirt. We’re going to have to wash off that dresser later.

She was still shouting, her whole body shaking, my hand still pumping inside of her, until finally she grabbed my hand with both of hers and pushed it out of her. “No more, no more, I can’t.”

I hadn’t noticed until Emma’s head dropped down next to Amy’s, but Emma had knelt next to the side of the bed, close to Amy’s ear and was talking quietly to her. “Pretty amazing, Amy, huh? The first time he did that to me I thought I was going to pass out or my heart was going to stop. Did you like it? What did it feel like?”

I watched this interaction and thought that something had changed here. The dynamic was different. She was no longer just an observer, watching to make sure that we didn’t cross some imaginary line that only she knew. She was something more now, an instigator who was also a kind of surrogate. who needed to know what all the active participants were feeling. I might need to follow up on this. It felt odd.

Amy had melted into the bed, completely relaxed, breathing but unresponsive. As far as Emma knew, Amy was unconscious, but Emma talked anyway.

I got up and went into the bathroom. The soup and the water from lunch were demanding release, so I did, then washed my hands and face, because I’d worked up a bit of a sweat.

In the bedroom, Amy seemed to have come around and was moving her head. Emma had stopped talking, but was still at the side of the bed, holding Amy’s hand.

I sat on the bed beside her and put my hand on her other arm. She moved her head enough to look at me.

“Well, that was entertaining, Amy. It was a lot of fun to watch you.”

“Ken, what in heaven’s name did you do to me?” The older, more well-bred Amy was back, the one who didn’t swear, never raised her voice.

“I massaged your G-spot. It’s kind of connected to your clit, but on the inside. Almost a guaranteed orgasm if you find it and work it hard.”

“Show me how to do that.”

“That’s the drawback, Amy, you can’t do it to yourself, with your fingers, anyway. The angle’s all wrong for your fingers. It requires a partner who knows how to find it. I think there are some specialty sex toys that are shaped to fit inside you at the right angle to hit it.”

“Explain to me anyway. Maybe someday I can get Donny to learn how.”

I looked at Emma, who was thinking the same thing, but I told Amy sure, I’d show her. I went through the steps, showed her how to curve the fingers, and she repeated it all to herself to make sure she understood it.

“Well,” she said, “I don’t know how you can top that. That kinda knocked me out.”

“Sex isn’t always about orgasms, it’s about connecting with your partner, making each other feel good, relaxing. Sometimes it’s maybe just massaging your partner, working out some of the stress in their muscles, or just rubbing their body with your hands.

“There are other things we can try. For example, those sex toys Emma bought you. They’re nice if you use them on yourself, but they’re nicer if your partner uses them on you. Maybe I’ll do that. Emma, can you pass them over here?”

Emma got up and fetched the toys from the side table, along with the lube, and brought them over.

“You know how these feel, you’ve used them on yourself. The feeling’s a little different when someone else does it. Hold on.”

I took the lube and poured a little on my fingertips, then rubbed it lightly onto her pussy. She’d still be sensitive, so I was careful not to rub too hard. I added a little more to my fingers, then worked it into her pussy opening, getting my fingers in there and spreading it around. It got her breathing a little faster.

Then I took the big green dildo, poured a bit on the tip, and smoothed it all over the shaft with my fist until it was slick.

I flicked the switch on with my thumb. She was looking at me, a little nervous that this might be too much. I placed the tip of the dildo at her cunt and pressed gently, with a little twist. Her pussy opened up and the tip slipped right in.

“Oh, God. It feels really big.”

“That may just be nerves. I won’t go in far until you’re relaxed, okay?”

So just an inch, in and out, with a little twist and the vibrator inside humming away. She settled into the bed looking at the ceiling, trying to relax. After a minute, I started stroking her lubed pussy very lightly, more calming than sexual. It was so slick that my hand just glided over it. I stayed away from her clit.

After a while, the monotony of it seemed to soothe her and I could faintly hear her making comforting sounds to herself, somewhere between an “Ooo” and the air softly whistling out between her teeth. Her eyes were closed. I thought perhaps she could handle it now, so I pushed it in a bit further, increasing the stroke length, still brushing my hand against her slick pussy.

Emma hadn’t moved. She was becoming more of a participant rather than an observer. The gold vibrator was just out of my reach so I nodded at it to Emma and she reached out and picked it up. I held out my hand for it, and she looked at me and shook her head. Huh? Was she saying it was too much for right now? I didn’t understand and I didn’t want to ask in Amy’s hearing.

Instead, she looked me in the eye, then reached down and pressed the power switch until she found a vibration pattern to her liking. Still looking at me, she lowered the vibrator between Amy’s legs and let it barely touch the skin near the clit.

“Oh, Jeeeees-us, oh!”

Amy was fully alert now. Her eyes were open and she looked confused, unsure of why Emma was doing this now. Actually, so was I. Amy had been convinced that having a guy show her the ropes was the right thing to do. But girl-girl was a very big step, considering how strict a religious upbringing she’d had. I’m sure her parents had told her that some things were immoral, and other things were just perverted and not spoken of in polite company. This was probably on that list. No wonder she looked confused.

The question was clear enough that Emma spoke up. “Kenny had both hands busy with that other thing, and you looked like you needed this right now, so I stepped in. It’s just easier than juggling two toys.”

That sounded pretty glib, even to me, but Amy’s thought processes were inhibited right now with all the sensations assaulting her, so she let her attention wander again and stared at something far beyond the wall she was looking at. I pushed the dildo in slightly deeper.

I think Emma could read Amy’s body signs better than I, and at some point she moved the vibrator so it would brush over the clit, barely touching it. It was enough to make Amy moan,

“Ohmigod, oh, oh, yes”

“How does that feel, Amy, with that dildo pushing into you? Do you like that? Do you want more?” I wasn’t sure she’d be able to answer me.

“Ohmigod, Ken, it’s wonderful, keep going. A little faster.” Well, that’s a first, she’s not only aware of what she’s feeling, but she’s directing it, telling me how to make it better.

She’s the boss, so faster, in and out, and I started changing the angle, too, so it was spreading her cunt more, becoming more forceful.

Again, Emma had read the signs of what was happening in Amy’s body and now she placed the tip of the vibrator directly against Amy’s clit. Amy arched her back, letting out a thin squeal until it broke into a long, shouted, “Ahhhhh!” She thrashed and twisted, making it difficult to control either of the toys, but at this point it probably no longer mattered.

It ended as quickly as it started, and she slowly melted into the bed with an extended moan.

Emma pulled the vibrator away and turned it off, and I slowly twisted the dildo out of her pussy.

I put in on the bed and lay down beside her, one arm over her. It was surprising how much effort that had been working on her. I was tired. Emma said, “I’ll be right back, ‘kay?”

I closed my eyes, hoping I’d get a few minutes rest. It wasn’t much, but I felt a little more rested when Emma finally came back up with a pitcher of iced tea and some plastic cups.

“I thought you folks could use something to cool you off. Here.” She passed one to Amy, another to me. It was just the thing I needed.

“Thanks, Emma. I feel better.”

Amy sipped her tea, occasionally glancing over at Emma, her expression cryptic. I took another drink and said to Amy, “You’ve cum a lot of times since this morning. Have you been keeping track, some kind of scorecard?”

She shook her head. “No, I started to, because they all seemed so profound or something that I should mark them in a mental ledger. But after the first couple I got so lost in the feelings that I forgot to keep count. Anyway, they’re all somehow mixed up with the ones I had on my own.”