When Barry Met Sally
by Ann Douglas
"Oh God, oh God," the twenty-two-year-old cried loudly as
she flung her naked body down once more, impaling herself on the
hard cock of the equally naked twenty-five-year-old man
underneath her.
Sweat ran down her small heaving breasts. She flung her
head back, sending long brunette hair in every direction as she
approached the edge of orgasm. The equally dark-haired young
man beneath her neared the same pinnacle with equal ferocity,
grabbing her waist tightly and thrusting his cock deep inside of
her. His breaths were no less labored, his skin no less damp. They
had been fucking like rabbits, to use one of the girl's favorite
expressions, for the last half hour.
"Fuck!" she yelled in an even louder voice. "Fucking yes!
Fuck me, give me that big beautiful cock! Shove it in me!"
The sound of her voice at that level, they both knew, made it
a certainty that they would undoubtedly hear another complaint
from Mrs. Merriman, the seventy-five-year-old woman who's
bedroom was on the other side of the wall. Hardly a week went by
that the woman didn't complain about the noise of their
lovemaking, or the young woman's propensity to scream during it.
Curiously, they had yet to ever get a complaint from Mr. Merriman.
"Oh, baby, I'm ... going ... to ... come," the young man said,
his words punctuated by attempts to catch his breath.
"Not yet!" the girl yelled back, throwing herself against him
one more time. "Just another minute...."
"I can't," he panted, "I can..."
His words never finished as he felt his cock explode within
her. An eruption that didn't even give her pause as she put
everything she had into one final burst of energy and followed him
into a paroxysm of passion.
Their bodies shook with erotic energy as they thrashed back
and forth, lost in the blind fury of their climax. Neither was
aware that the other was even there until the last of their
bodyquakes subsided and they collapsed into a hot, sweaty heap
upon each other.
"Oh, Sally," Barry said almost too low to be heard as he
closed in eyes in exhaustion.
Her eyes closed, the young woman was tired to the point
that she felt she didn't even have the strength to answer. At
least not yet.
Barry had met Sally at a singles mixer at the community
center two years before and had immediately fallen in love with
her. Something that wasn't an unusual occurrence for the then
twenty-year-old. Young men had been falling for her almost since
she had turned thirteen. What was an extraordinary development,
at least from Barry's perspective, was that almost from the same
moment, Sally seemed to feel the same way about him.
Barry Adams stood five seven and weighed a hundred and
fifty pounds. He had short brown hair and a face that some women
considered handsome, but that he had always thought of as just
average. Prior to meeting Sally, he'd had five relationships in his
life, only two of which could ever have been considered serious.
Sally Liebowitz was an inch shorter, forty pounds lighter and
three years younger. A long-haired brunette with a slim figure and
medium-sized breasts, she had astonished the then assistant
office manager when not only did she accept his invitation to dance
at the mixer, but agreed to have dinner with him the following
week.
Several dates followed that and by the end of the month
they were sharing a bed as well. Neither Barry or Sally had been a
virgin the first night they slept together, but when faced with his
new girlfriend's seemingly unlimited sexual energy, Barry felt
almost intimidated.
They had moved in together a year later, much to the envy
and in some cases, disbelief of some of his friends. Deep in his
heart, Barry sometimes had difficulty believing it too.
In the weeks and months that followed, Barry found that
their first night together had been only the tip of the iceberg. It
became apparent that Sally was a sexual adventurer, constantly
looking for new and exciting thrills. Thrills that she wanted Barry
to share.
It took a little getting used to. Barry was hardly in the
habit of having his girlfriend go down on him in public places as
Sally liked to do. Or even, on a few occasions, fucking him in public
as well. Still, despite what he had to admit was a strange
relationship at times, he couldn't argue that life with Sally was
certainly a lot of fun.
And it wasn't just his sex life that Sally made a big
improvement in. With her help, he had moved up from one of four
assistant office managers to the office manager when the current
department head retired. He wasn't sure how she did it, but
somehow Sally convinced old Mr. Johnson that Barry was the best
choice, despite two of the other assistants being his senior.
It was a promotion that caused some resentment at the
office, but Barry worked twice as hard as before to prove he was
the best man for the job. "If the others didn't like it," Sally
constantly told him, "Screw them, they can go work somewhere
else."
Yes, the woman lying naked against his shoulder certainly
had turned his life totally around.
-=-=-=-
"Did you enjoy yourself lover?" Sally asked as she pressed
up against Barry some time later, her hand stroking his still spent
manhood.
"You have to ask?" Barry said as he looked down and grinned
as his male pride failed to respond to her touch. "I think we can be
certain that we'll be hearing from Mrs. Merriman again."
It had become a running joke between the two lovers that a
complaint from their neighbor was the best indication of how good
a lovemaking session had been.
"Fuck Mrs. Merriman," Sally laughed. "Not literally of
course, I wouldn't let her get within ten feet of this wonderful
cock. Still, maybe someone should give the old lady a thrill. She
probably hasn't been laid since my mother was in diapers."
Both of them laughed at the joke.
"So it's safe to say that you're in a pretty good mood right
now," Sally continued as she abandoned her attempts at
resuscitation.
"I'd say yes," Barry replied, wondering where this was
going.
"Great!" Sally said excitedly as she exhibited a burst of
new energy and jumped off the bed, running to the nearby dresser
and taking a long white envelope from the top drawer. "I have a
surprise for you."
Whenever Sally said that, Barry was never sure if he should
feel excited or worried. The brunette gave no inkling of which as
she smiled and with a running start, jumped back onto the bed.
She landed hard enough to cause the heavy headboard to crash
against the wall once more.
"Guess what I got?" she said as she lay across the bed and
held up the envelope.
"I'm almost afraid to," Barry replied, looking down at her
ass sticking up in the air and feeling the first stirrings of renewed
life between his legs, "but I'm sure you're going to tell me."
"I got a response to our ad," Sally said excitedly as she
opened the envelope and pulled out the three sheets of paper that
had been inside it.
"Our ad?" Barry repeated.
"Okay, my ad," Sally corrected herself.
Barry watched as Sally unfolded the pages and handed them
to him. A glance showed them to be a hard copy of an email and
two printer generated photographs. Sally watched silently as her
lover read the letter and looked at the pictures.
"You can't be serious about this one?" he said as he looked
at the photos.
"I most certainly am," Sally replied in a hard tone.
Realizing that she was indeed quite serious, Barry took
another look at the images in his hand and read the letter again.
As he did, his thoughts drifted back to a night fourteen months
before.
-=-=-=-
Sally and Barry were having dinner at a nice restaurant to
celebrate their one-year anniversary. Barry had been in a really
great mood that night as well, most of it due to the unexpected
suggestion Sally had made the night before. Seeing that things
were going so well between the two of them, she had said, maybe
they should give some real serious thought to maybe moving in
together. It wasn't marriage, a subject he would rather have
discussed, but it a pretty positive step in that direction.
Over dinner, Barry told Sally that he had indeed given it
serious thought and he felt it was a great idea. Sally had been
overjoyed, a feeling her lover shared, at least until the woman on
the other side of the table dropped her second bombshell in
twenty-four hours.
In between the main course and dessert, Sally unexpectedly
said that since they were so secure in their relationship, maybe it
was time for them to add a little more spice to their sex life.
Considering the spices the audacious twenty-one year old had
already brought in the last twelve months, Barry couldn't imagine
what she was considering now. When she told him, he was utterly
speechless.
"I think we should try a three-way," she said, taking a long
slip of wine as soon as the last word left her lips.
Barry had already taken a drink from his own glass and
almost spit it out in surprise. Somehow, he managed to swallow it
without choking.
"A three-way?" he repeated when he was able to speak
again.
"Yes," Sally said in that same tone. "I think it would be a
lot of fun. That is, if you think that our relationship is solid
enough for us to share a lover." she paused a moment, taking
another small sip and added. "After all, its just sex."
A small incident from the previous week now made sense to
Barry, at least he thought it did. Waiting in line for a movie, they
had run into Sally's college roommate, Rachel Brown. The blond
was coming out after having seen the same film. Sally introduced
the two of them to each other and took a few minutes to catch up
on things with her former classmate. While she did, it was all
Barry could do not to stare at Rachel's prodigious chest. As
inappropriate as that might be, it was almost impossible not to
look. He was, after all, a guy.
The line began to move and the two old friends said their
good-byes, promising to have lunch later in the week. As they did,
Barry was just relieved that neither of them had caught him
checking out her assets.
Once they were in their seats and waiting for the film to
start, Barry commented that Rachel seemed a nice girl and that
the two of them must've been good friends back in school.
"Rachel had a lot of friends," Sally had replied. "Back in
college she chased after other girls just as much as she did guys."
The lights dimmed at that moment and the picture began,
cutting short any chance Barry might have had to ask Sally if she
had been one of those Rachel had caught. Not that he was sure he
would even ask the question. If Sally didn't feel the need to
volunteer the information, he didn't think he was brave enough to
ask.
Now, sitting at the restaurant table, he thought he had that
answer. Obviously, they had that promised lunch and Rachel was
the one Sally wanted to join them in bed.
A broad grin filled Barry's face. How lucky can a guy get, he
asked himself. To have a girlfriend who invites another girl into
your bed and not only lets you fuck the girlfriend, but then gets it
on with her too.
"Well if it's really something you want to do," Barry said,
"then I'm up for it."
If his ladylove had chosen that moment to look under the
table that separated them, she would see that truer words had
never been said.
"That's great!" Sally gushed. "I know you and Ray are going
to get along fine." Then, leaning closer to him so that only he could
hear what she said, she whispered, "Just the thought of having the
two of you fuck me is getting me wet already."
Normally, the thought of Sally getting hot and horny would
make Barry hard as a rock. This time, her words suddenly
transformed him to limp as a noodle. All he kept hearing was the
name, Ray, over and over in his head.
"Ray?" he finally said out loud.
"Yes, Ray Thompson from my office," Sally said. "You met
him at the holiday party last month, tall, blond hair, very
handsome. He's being transferred to the San Diego branch next
month and I thought this would make one hell of a goodbye gift. I
know he'd be interested."
"But I thought you were talking about Rachel?" Barry said.
"Rachel?" Sally replied somewhat surprised. "Why would
you think that? Rachel stopped seeing men right after we
graduated. She's totally into girls now. Didn't I tell you that?"
"No, you left that part out," Barry said.
"That's funny, I really thought I did."
A few heartbeats passed as the two of them just looked at
each other.
"Look, Barry," Sally finally said, "if sharing me with Ray for
a night is a little too far out there for you, then maybe we should
just forget it."
Resisting the urge to let out a deep breath, the twenty-four
year old felt a wave of relief wash over him.
A wave that lasted a few seconds longer until Sally then
added; "I just thought that we had something really special going
and that you could handle a little free-spirited challenge."
A cold fear replaced Barry's sense of relief. What if Sally
now felt that they didn't have that something special? Would she
still want them to move in together, or worse, reconsider being
with him at all?
"No, it's not a problem," Barry quickly said, figuring damage
control was the best thing he could do right now. "I just thought
you were talking about Rachel, that's all."
"I'm glad," Sally said, a smile again filling her face. "I'd
hate to think I was wrong about us."
"Of course you weren't wrong," Barry said, telling himself
that after all, like Sally had said, it was just sex.
When the night of their menage a trois finally arrived, Barry
was surprised to find that once things got started, having Ray in
bed with the two of them didn't bother him all that much. Sally
was totally hot and all over the two of them. They, in turn, were
all over her as well, taking turns fucking her. The one with his cock
not buried deep in her pussy got to rest in her equally wet and
warm mouth.
It wasn't until, in the mists of passion, Barry realized that
the mouth so expertly sucking his cock wasn't Sally's that the
whole situation turned strange again. Having a man give him head
set him back for a few moments, but even that faded when he
realized that he didn't feel any real difference. In fact, Ray
seemed to be better at it than some of the women Barry had
dated.
Thankfully, Ray didn't seem to expect his host to
reciprocate, because that was something Barry really didn't think
he could handle. Instead, Sally slid Ray's cock into her mouth and
spread her legs to let her lover go down on her as well. Locked in a
circle on the carpeted floor, the three of them sucked each other
off until one by one, each of them came.
Lying in bed after Ray had gone home, Sally asked Barry
what he thought of the experience. It wasn't unusual for her to
ask him questions after they tried something new. Honestly, he
told her that it actually had been fun and more than a little
interesting. He also said that he didn't think that he could ever do
to a guy what Ray had done to him.
Sally listened and then said that she understood.
Bisexuality wasn't something everyone was comfortable with. Of
course, she added, since she wasn't going to get to see Barry play
with another man, then he shouldn't expect to see her with a
woman either.
That caused him a certain measure of disappointment since
like many guys, the idea of seeing his girl with another woman was
a perennial fantasy. Yet on the positive side, he thought as he
drifted off to sleep, that should be the end of any more three-way
encounters.
A month and a half later, after they'd moved in together,
Sally made yet another startling announcement. She had invited
another couple to dinner and she told Barry that the invitees were
into swapping partners.
Like Ray Thompson, Thelma Warren also worked for the
same company as Sally. Barry remembered her as a tall, very
attractive black woman about his age with tightly braided black
hair that hung half way down her back. Her husband, Larry, he
learned when they arrived, was an even taller, powerfully built man.
He was bigger than Barry, Sally told him later, in every way.
After socializing over dinner and a few more drinks
afterwards, Sally walked over to Larry and gave him an open mouth
kiss as she reached down and felt between his legs. In response,
the tall man reached over and squeezed Sally's left breast,
massaging the braless nipple through her dress. The hostess then
took his hand and led him in the direction of the bedroom, saying
that Barry and Thelma could have the living room to play in.
Watching the bedroom door close behind the two of them,
Barry was unsure what to say to Mrs. Warren. Turning to face
her, he found that words weren't really necessary at that point.
Thelma had taken off the black dress she had worn to dinner and
was now standing there in black panties, a bra cut so low that her
ample bust was practically spilling out of it and a set of matching
garters.
Walking over to Barry, she slipped her tongue into his mouth
and her hands down his pants. A smile of appreciation filled her
face as her fingers took the measure of his manhood. In no time
at all, Barry's pants were down around his ankles and Thelma, who
had dropped down to her knees, had traded the tongue in her
mouth for his cock.
Again later in the night, Sally questioned her boyfriend
about the experience. Yes, he had a really good time with Thelma,
he said, stating that she had turned out to be just as uninhibited
as Sally. It was also interesting to be with a black woman, he
admitted. This had been the first time he had even seen one
naked, other than in a men's magazine.
Sally told him that was one of the reasons she had invited
them over when Thelma confided in her that she and her husband
were into swinging. She had never been with a black man either,
and while she didn't believe the stories about them all having
monster cocks, she thought it would be interesting as well.
Barry didn't have to ask if interesting was all that Sally
found being with Larry to be. Not when her cries of "Fuck me
harder" carried all the way to the living room. It had been another
night that Mrs. Merriman wasn't going to get a good night's sleep.
He was curious, however, as to why Thelma told her that they were
into swinging in the first place. It wasn't exactly the sort of thing
that came up over a coffee break.
Actually, their discussion really didn't start out as being
about swinging, Sally explained. The truth was that Thelma had
been trying to pick up the brunette for over a month. Thelma, like
Rachel, was into girls.
After Sally had explained to Thelma what she had told
Barry about not having a girl/girl scene with him, the
ebony-skinned woman had suggested that maybe they could start
off swapping partners for the night. Maybe after he got to know
them, or at least her in the biblical sense, he might change his
mind.
Barry thought it best not to mention that while he was
screwing Thelma, the thought of her with Sally was very much on
his mind. The image of the two of them together only added to
the force of his climax. But as enticing as the mental picture was,
the price of having her husband's cock in his mouth, or god-forbid,
a much more personal orifice, was too high to even consider.
What he did mention, was that the more he thought about
it, the more he thought it a bad idea for them to keep getting
involved with people from Sally's office. People they had to
interact with on other levels as well. If things were to go bad over
something that happened during one of these sessions, it could
cause some on the job problems for Sally. And they definitely
wouldn't want her nocturnal adventures to become the stuff of
office gossip.
Sally said she could see his point and would think about it.
Then, just as easily, she kissed him goodnight and rolled over and
went to sleep.
As in the case of the last sex play session, the subject
didn't come up again for a number of weeks. Sally came home one
Friday afternoon and said that she wanted to go to a hotel out on
Long Island. The lounge in the hotel played host to a pretty active
swingers club, she'd found out from online chat rooms and the
hotel itself rented rooms by the hour for those who cared to make
use of them.
"You don't have to come with me of course," Sally said, "but
I'm going either way. Single women are always welcome I'm told."
Giving in to what seemed to be the inevitable, Barry said he
would go. It took a while to make the fifty-mile trip out to the
hotel, but when they got there they found that the information
Sally had gathered wasn't wrong. There had to be at least forty
couples of all ages in the bar.
They hadn't even had time to order drinks when one man his
age came up to Barry with his wife in tow and tried to strike up a
conversation. Sally abruptly cut them off and said she was sorry
but they weren't what they were looking for.
It would've been much more accurate if she said that they
weren't what she was looking for. On the ride out there, she had
made it very clear to Barry that if anyone approached him, he
should refer them to her. She was the one who would decide if
anything was going to happen, and with who.
Content to just hang back with the drink he had finally
gotten and let Sally do her thing, Barry was surprised to see her
pass on several rather good looking couples who had expressed an
interest. As was the case with the Warrens, Sally had told him
that she was looking for something new and different. He was on
his second drink when Sally reappeared at his side with a couple in
tow. Taking a look at them, Barry had to say they certainly were
indeed different.
The man, who Sally introduced as Clayton Hiller looked like
he juggled cars for a living rather than repaired them as he said.
A hair under six feet, he had a shaved head topping a body even
more muscled than Larry Warren's had been. It was the kind of
body that you got from hours a day in a gym or a lifetime of heavy
physical work.
Bridgett Hiller, was almost a total opposite. A half foot
shorter than her husband, she had to outweigh Barry by a hundred
pounds at least. What the attraction was between the two of
them he couldn't imagine.
Still he had promised Sally he would go along with tonight's
venture so he just told himself he'd make the best of it. After all,
he'd never been with a woman as large as Bridgett, so if nothing
else it would be a new experience.
An experience he found little to say about on the equally
long ride back home later that night. Once more, Barry would've
had to be deaf not to know that Sally had her usual great time.
He, on the other hand, had the most disappointing sexual encounter
of his life.
Worse than even the night he'd lost his cherry to Connie
Mason during senior year of high school. He'd been so excited
about winding up in bed with her, even though all of his friends had
told him that Connie was a sure thing if there ever was one, that
he'd climaxed less than fifteen seconds after getting inside of her.
In Connie's case, he had at least come out of it having lost
his virginity, however brief the experience had been. In this
instance, he didn't even have that to fall back on.
No sooner had he been left alone with Bridgett, she slipped
out of her clothes and laid out on the bed. This time, Sally had
graciously offered him and Bridgett the use of the sole bedroom,
leaving the couch for her and Clayton. Barry had climbed on top of
the larger woman and without any effort or help on her part, slid
his manhood inside of her.
Her expression barely changed as he pumped in and out of
her. In fact, she just laid there and didn't even move or utter a
word. It was so depressing that after a few minutes, Barry did
the unthinkable and actually faked an orgasm just to be done with
it.
Once he rolled off of her, she disappeared into the
bathroom and didn't emerge until her husband called out to her
that it was time to leave. Just before she walked out the bedroom
door, she turned to Barry and said her first words to him.
"I fuck you good, yes?"
Unable to even say that he thought that was good, Barry
simply nodded his head yes. An action that brought a smile to the
woman before she turned and left.
It was also on that ride home that Sally had said that she
thought she would place an ad on some of the bulletin boards she
had heard about in the chat rooms. Totally unhappy at the evening,
the words didn't even register with Barry as he kept his eyes on
the long road back to Manhattan.
-=-=-=-
Back in the here and now, Barry again looked at the letter
and photographs. His first reaction still held true, these people
were old enough to be their parents. Only a few minutes before,
Sally had joked about fucking Mrs. Merriman. With these two,
they were more than half way there.
"Is this is the only reply you got?" he asked, buying himself
a little more time before he had to give a serious answer.
"No," Sally replied. "Actually I got over a dozen but this
was the one I found the most interesting."
Interesting wasn't the word that first came to mind when
Barry looked at the images of the man and women in his hand.
From the letter, he learned that the man's name was Dave Carter
and he was a fifty-five year old retired Police Officer. Six foot
two with a muscular build, he had a closely cropped white hair and
an equally trimmed beard and mustache. For an old guy, Barry had
to say he was in pretty good shape.
The woman with him, the letter said, was Beatrice Carter,
who was three years younger and with equally white hair cut just
above her shoulders. Her body was what one would expect from a
woman her age, with time and gravity having taken their toll on her
five foot four form.
Looking deep into her face, Barry guessed that she might
have been quite attractive when she was younger. Not to say she
wasn't still pretty. Beatrice just wasn't what he pictured as a
woman he wanted to go to bed with. And the encounter with
Bridgett Hiller had soured him on just fucking someone for the
experience.
"I don't know," he finally said, surprising Sally with his show
of reluctance.
"Oh come on," Sally said, putting on her sexiest pout,
"haven't you ever been curious about what it would be like being
with someone really older?"
"Actually, no, I haven't," Barry said as he put the pictures
down.
Her pout turned into a scowl in response to her lover's
disinterest. Especially after she had just rocked his world.
Usually, that was when he was the most compliant.
"And before you fall back on that old you'll go alone bit," he
went on, "I'll tell you right now that if that's what you want, then
go right ahead."
If Sally were to take a step back and look at the situation,
she might consider the idea that she was pushing a little too hard.
That it might be wiser, in the long run, to back off and let this
particular one of her adventures pass. Unfortunately, all that
occurred to her was that she didn't like to lose and she pushed
ahead on a different track.
"I would," she said, responding to his suggestion in what she
considered a conciliatory tone, "but they were quite clear that
they were only interested in swapping as a couple. They aren't
interested in a three-way with a woman."
"Then I guess you're out of luck this time," Barry said, not
feeling conciliatory himself.
But Sally wasn't ready to give up so easily, not when she had
one last card to play. A trump card she had held in reserve for the
day she wanted Barry to do something he really didn't want to.
"I'll tell you what, love," Sally whispered into his ear as she
pressed her breasts up against his chest, "you do this for me, and
I promise that the next time it'll be just you, me, and any girl you
pick. And when we're together, I'll do all those nasty things to
her that I know you fantasize about."
Barry didn't respond right away, but Sally knew he was
thinking about it. And if he was at least thinking about it, then she
was already half way there. When he picked up the picture of
Beatrice to look at again, she knew that she had won without him
saying another word.
-=-=-=-
The following weekend, all the arrangements had been made
and the two of them took a taxi to the Upper East Side and the
condo where the Carters lived. Sally was totally impressed by the
building, a luxury high rise with both a doorman and a desk
attendant in the lobby.
She was even more impressed when, after getting off the
elevator on sixteen, they found that the apartment they were
looking for occupied almost a quarter of the floor. It had to be at
least three times their apartment downtown.
"This is where a retired Cop lives?" Sally asked out loud as
Barry rang the doorbell.
If the question had been intended as anything but
rhetorical, Barry didn't have time to answer as the door swung
open a moment later. The attendant down in the lobby had, after
checking that their names were on a list of expected guests, called
upstairs to let the Carters know that they were on the way up.
The first impression both of them had of the man in the
blue golf shirt and black slacks was that the photograph Dave
Carter sent them didn't do him justice at all. The phrase tanned,
fit and handsome easily applied, as he was a man who had indeed
aged well. Barry's second thought, as they were invited inside, was
that he hoped Beatrice's picture had been just as unflattering.
"Can I offer the two of you a drink?" Dave said as he led
the two of them through the foyer and into a spacious living room.
"I had just poured myself a scotch."
"Scotch would be fine," Sally said, much to Barry's surprise
since he had never heard her order one before. "A short one with
just a little ice."
"Could I have a beer," Barry asked, drawing a cold look from
Sally for being so plebeian.
"Sure, coming right up," the tall man replied as he stepped
behind a waist high bar in the corner of the room, not seeming to
find a problem with the request at all. "Heineken okay with you?"
he asked.
"That would be fine," Barry replied, shooting a look back at
Sally.
With a well-practiced hand, Dave poured Sally a quarter
glass of scotch, dropping two ice cubes in as it filled. From a small
refrigerator beneath the bar, he produced a frosted green bottle,
which he emptied into an equally chilled beer mug.
"Here you go," he said as he stepped back around the bar
and handed them their drinks.
"This is a really beautiful apartment," Barry said after he
thanked him for the beer.
"Well I can't take any credit for that," Dave said, reaching
back to the bar for his own drink, a double scotch, neat.
"Beatrice's responsible for just about everything you see in here,
decorated every inch herself. Speaking of which, she should be
out any minute. She was still getting dressed when they called
from downstairs."
It suddenly occurred to Barry that Sally hadn't said a single
word about the apartment since they stepped inside. Normally,
she was really had a passion for such things. In fact, except for
asking for a scotch, she hadn't really even said a word. Since the
moment she had laid eyes on the former Police Officer, she hadn't
stopped staring at him.
She was obviously quite taken by the older man, in a way
Barry had never seen before. Even down to asking for a scotch
after he said he had just poured himself one. It was an attempt to
impress him. That made Barry want to laugh. From the way Dave's
eyes kept roving up and down her body, she hardly needed the
drink to get his attention.
"That's a lovely dress you're wearing," Dave said in
reference to the blue and white outfit Sally had on, "but not as
lovely as the young lady inside it, of course." he added.
"Thank you, Dave," Sally said, sounding as if she was still a
high school girl rather than the sophisticated image she normally
projected.
Then mention of clothing reminded Barry that with Dave in
such casual attire, he himself felt rather overdressed in the suit
and tie that Sally had insisted he wear. If he'd had his way, he'd
be dressed the same way their host was.
"I hope I haven't kept everyone waiting too long," another
feminine voice said from across the room.
All eyes turned in that direction as Beatrice Carter entered
the room. Barry experienced a small disappointment as he saw
that she matched her photograph perfectly. One thing the
e-mailed image couldn't express, however, was the wide, infectious
smile that lit up half the room. Wearing an open collared yellow
blouse and dark blue slacks, she carried a noticeable warmth as she
came close.
"Not at all," Dave said as he introduced Sally and Barry.
"We were just having a little drink."
"Sounds good to me," Beatrice said as she headed to the
bar herself, but not before going first to their guests and giving
each a quick kiss on the cheek hello.
At the bar, the white haired woman took a beer from the
hidden cooler and popped it open on the attached opener than had
been screwed into the side of the bar. Instead of making use of
one of the mugs as Dave had, she brought the bottle up to her
mouth and took a long drink from it.
"Beatrice!" Dave Carter called out in admonishment.
"All right, I know it's unladylike," she shot back, "but if I
can't be unladylike in my own home then what good is it. Besides,
I'm sure our guests here weren't offended."
Barry signaled with a wave of his hand that was indeed the
case. When he was home, he drank from the bottle as well.
Beatrice's demeanor definitely wasn't what he expected from a
woman her age. At least as compared to his mother and aunts.
Sally didn't seem to have any impression at all, still having eyes
only for Dave.
"We made some snacks that I hope you'll like," Beatrice
said, "Why don't we have a seat while Dave gets them, then we
can get better acquainted."
Dave headed for the kitchen as Beatrice guided their guests
to two sofas that sat opposite each other in the center of the
living room. She took a place next to Barry on one, leaving the
empty spot on the other next to Sally for Dave.
With two platters in his hands, Dave reappeared a few
minutes later and laid them out on the table in-between the
couches. They spent much of the next hour munching on the
snacks, having a few more drinks and becoming more comfortable
with each other. In that time, Barry had just about every
preconception he had about older people totally shattered.
Beatrice was telling a somewhat off-colored story that
Barry found fascinating. With his attention totally focused on her,
he didn't notice that only a few feet away, Dave and Sally had gone
from trading tiny snacks, to trading tongues.
Neither he nor Beatrice even noticed when Sally reached
down, unzipped Dave's pants and slid out his cock to play with. By
the time the story ended, and both of them turned their attention
toward the other sofa, Dave had his arms stretched out along the
back cushion and his eyes tightly closed. Sally was now leaning
over with her head in his lap and his cock in her mouth.
"I guess the playtime segment of the evening has begun,"
Beatrice said, her tone reflecting a small amount of what Barry
took as embarrassment.
"What can I say?" Dave said as he opened his eyes and
grinned.
"You could say that there are four bedrooms in this
apartment for starters," she replied, her voice now containing an
anger for him having complained about her drinking out of a beer
bottle, "and that the two of you would like to make use of one."
Dave just smiled apologetically. Through it all, Sally hadn't
even paused as she ran her tongue up and down the length of his
cock.
"Oh forget it," the older woman said in exasperation as she
turned back to Barry. "Why don't we leave these two to their fun
and go find some of our own." she added, motioning for Barry to
follow her to one of those bedrooms she had mentioned.
Rising from the couch, the dark-haired, twenty-five-year-old
followed her across the room. Just before he passed through the
archway to the hall that led to the master bedroom, Barry turned
to look back at Sally. She had moved from the couch to the floor
and her hand was now around Dave's cock, furiously pumping it in
and out of her mouth. Her head was bobbing up and down as well,
keeping pace with the movement of her hand. He watched her for
a few seconds, then turned again and followed Beatrice once more.
-=-=-=-
Barry followed Beatrice down the hall and into the large
master bedroom. As he stepped inside, he saw it was decorated in
a colonial style, with large heavy oak furniture, dominated by an
oversized bed in the center. A large double window on the far side
showed a spectacular view of the East River.
The young man didn't have much time to take in much more
as Beatrice abruptly stopped in the center of the room, turned
around and placed her hand on his chest. Looking right at him, her
smile seemed to be even brighter than before.
"You really are cute," she said, running her hand across his
chest, playing with his tie.
"I think you're very beautiful too," Barry said, thinking
something to that effect was expected.
"Liar," The white haired woman laughed softly. "I might
have been once, but I'm not one of those movie star types who can
spend all their time trying to look like they're still
twenty-something."
As she spoke, her eyes flashed to a framed photograph on
the closest dresser. Barry followed her gaze and saw an 8x10 of a
young and indeed quite pretty Beatrice. Looking at it for a few
seconds, then back at the older version before him, he realized
that she was indeed still very attractive, but with a more mature
beauty. He also realized that the longer he spent with her, the
more his original one-dimensional assessment seemed to change.
"Beatrice, I think you're beautiful, and that's not a lie,"
Barry said, leaning forward and kissing her softly on her lips.
The kiss might have begun softly, but quickly grew in
intensity as Barry felt her pressing against him. The sweet scent
of her perfume caressed his senses, even as he felt her tongue
press against and then past his lips, exploring the inside of his
mouth.
"Wow," Barry said as their lips finally parted.
"Not bad for an old lady, huh," she said with a flourish,
whirling around and landing on the bed, her body stretched out to
give him a good look at her figure.
"I don't think you're an old lady," he said.
"You could've fooled me," she replied, "the way you were
looking at me in the living room."
"What I mean is that you certainly don't come off as old,"
he said, trying to correct what he know knew was a mistake.
"Really," she said, lifting her head in his direction. "And
what does an old person act like?"
Barry opened his mouth to answer, then found himself
dumbfounded. He didn't have an answer. The other women he knew
around Beatrice's age appeared in his mind and he suddenly
couldn't imagine what they were like outside of the little niche he
placed them in.
Beatrice laughed again as she sat up, enjoying the confusion
on his face.
"Don't feel bad," she said, "when I was your age, I couldn't
have answered that question either. Back then, I thought that
anyone my age was just about ready for the retirement home. The
very idea that they might have a life or even a sex life was just
something I didn't even think about."
Twenty years later, and Barry would have to say that before
tonight he thought the same way.
"Now that I am one of those people," Beatrice continued,
"I keep thinking that I should feel older. Yet, despite the changes
on the outside and a little wear and tear on the body, I still feel
more or less like the twenty-five-year-old I once was. Just with
more experience."
Barry took in what she said and concluded that it made a lot
of sense. He had never really given it a lot of thought, but when he
was Beatrice's age, did he really think he was suddenly going to
change into a totally different person?
"But let's leave the philosophical discussion for another
time," she said, rising to her feet and stepping back over to him.
"Let's get you a little more comfortable," she added as she helped
him out of his tie and jacket.
She tossed the jacket onto a nearby chair. Then she undid
the tie and, holding an end in each hand, pulled his mouth to hers.
The kiss was short but just as nice. Releasing one end of the cloth,
she pulled on the other and sent it falling to the floor.
"Oh and by the way," she said, "my friends call me Bernie.
Dave thinks that's unladylike too, but so are a lot of the other
things I do."
If Barry had a comment, it was lost as Bernie kissed him
once more, this time even more pleasantly. As their lips locked,
her fingers began to work the buttons of his shirt, starting from
the top and quickly working down to the bottom. When the last
button gave way, she grabbed the shirt and pulled it down and off
him. Her hands then gripped the edge of his T-shirt, pulling it up
and over his head. It landed just to the left of his dress shirt.
"Very nice," she said as her hands ran across his now
exposed, lightly haired chest. "Some women like hairy men, I like
just enough to run my fingers through."
Leaving an erotic, almost electric tingle in their wake,
Bernie's hands slid down to Barry's waist and loosened first his
belt, then the zipper of his pants. Holding them up with one hand,
she reached inside with the other and took hold of his manhood.
Smiling in appreciation of its size and hardness, she slowly
massaged it with her fingers.
"Also very nice," Bernie said as she felt it grow even firmer
in response to her touch.
Still holding up his pants, the fifty-two-year-old guided
Barry to the bed, setting him down on the edge. She quickly
relieved him of both those pants and his footwear, leaving him with
only the dark blue briefs he wore. Briefs with a quite noticeable
bulge in the center of them. Reaching down, she ran a slow hand
over that prominence, letting it rest a few moments before taking
it away and walking a few steps away from the bed.
Bernie had only put on a pair of loafers when she got out of
the shower earlier and a quick toss of each foot sent each of them
flying to the far corner of the room. Her hand went to her own
waist, undoing her belt and the clasp of her slacks, sliding them
down and off her legs. All that remained of her outerwear was her
blouse, which hung down to a few inches above her knees.
One button at a time, starting at the bottom, Bernie began
to remove that as well. As each button gave way, she took a small
step back toward the bed. By the time the last was done, she had
climbed onto the bed and was straddling Barry's lap.
Barry reached up and parted the halves of the now open
blouse, revealing the silky green bra beneath. To what was now no
longer any surprise to him, he had watched her impromptu
striptease with as much interest as he would one performed by the
centerfold of the month.
Held within the cups of emerald silk were two medium-sized
globes that at the moment occupied the center of Barry's
universe. As his hands closed around them, he was struck by two
thoughts. First, that they were slightly bigger than Sally's, and
secondly, despite their age difference, they were just as soft.
Bernie shifted just enough that her blouse could slide down
her arms and on to the floor. Reaching behind her back, she undid
the metal clasp that held her mounds in check.
The thin material collapsed in Barry's hands, leaving a clear
view of two dark pink circles, each which was capped by a short,
wide tip. Lowering his head, the dark-haired twenty-five-year-old
kissed first one, then the other, his nimble tongue tickling each as
he did.
Bernie, in the meantime, was moving her satin-covered ass
back and forth across Barry's crotch, massaging his already
straining cock. Her hands held the back of his head, stroking his
hair softly and helping guide his mouth to her breasts.
Back and forth they went, Barry suckling at her nipples and
Bernie rubbing against his cock with her ass. The press of their
flesh against each other was producing a rapidly rising heat within
the both of them.
The rocking motion grew more pronounced with each
repetition. Suddenly, Bernie threw all of her weight into one
forward thrust and sent them flying back across the bed, one on
top of the other.
Barry had barely time to take in the weight of Bernie
against him before that pressure lifted as the older woman shifted
position on the bed and pulled down his shorts. As she did, his now
freed cock jumped to attention at its full six inch height.
The view, which Bernie looked at appreciatively, didn't last
long either. Before the discarded briefs could join the rest of the
scattered clothing on the floor, Barry's youthful pride vanished
into the warm recesses of her mouth.
"Ooooo" Barry moaned as he felt the wetness embrace him
with an intensity he rarely felt from Sally.
Bernie bobbed her head a few more times as one of her
hands closed on the base of his cock. She let him fall from her
mouth, allowing it to stand tall once more before now just taking
the crown back between her lips. Her tongue washed across the
tip again and again, while her hand moved up and down its length,
pumping it into her mouth.
A feeling of rapture spread from the tip of Barry's cock,
down his shaft and across his stretched out form. The intensity of
that rapture grew with each new heartbeat.
Up until this point, Barry had always prided himself on his
sexual self-control. This time, with the passing of only a few
fleeting minutes, he knew that restraint wasn't going to be enough.
Experience overpowered youth and he felt barrier after barrier
crumble until he exploded, sending the fury of that eruption into
Bernie's mouth and down her throat.
Despite the wave of sudden euphoria that washed over him,
a tiny fear shot across the forefront of Barry's consciousness like
a lightning bolt. None of his previous lovers, Sally included, had
ever let him come in their mouths. Once, early in their
relationship, he had gotten carried away and didn't pull out in time,
leaving the beginnings of an orgasm in her mouth. She had been so
angry about it that not only did she not let him touch her the rest
of that night, she had made him wait a month before they could
again have sex.
Bernie didn't even give pause at the sudden explosion in her
mouth. If anything, she seemed to relish it, going so far as to lick
his cock clean after swallowing all that he could give.
Still, Barry felt the need to apologize when Bernie finally let
his now drained cock fall free and sat up next to him. An act that
totally puzzled the woman beside him.
"What are you apologizing for?" she asked as she ran a hand
across her hair, straightening it out. "If I didn't want that to
happen, believe me, it wouldn't have."
To show that she meant what she said, Bernie pressed
forward and gave him a long, sensuous kiss. As their lips touched
and she pressed her tongue deep into his mouth, Barry felt the
slightly salty taste of his own orgasm.
"That, was for being so delicious," Bernie said as they
parted once more.
At Bernie's suggestion, both of them moved higher up on the
bed, to a position where they could both rest on the large pillows
that were propped against the headboard. She also suggested
they take a few minutes for him to catch his breath, an euphemism
that became clear to him as he looked down at his near lifeless
manhood.
"So have you and Sally been doing this long?" Bernie asked
as she continued to run her fingers up and down his naked form.
"This is our fourth time," Barry replied, counting the
menage a trois with Ray.
"Do you enjoy it?" she asked,
"Sometimes," Barry replied as he began to stroke her body
as well, concentrating on her breasts, which had quickly become a
fascination to him.
"Dave said that Sally arranged all of this," Bernie said, then
asked. "Do you get to sometimes pick who you meet or does just
she do it?"
"Sally pretty much decides it all," he replied, feeling a little
ashamed at the admission.
"That doesn't seem quite fair," Bernie noted. "What if she
liked the man but you don't care anything for the woman?"
Thinking of Bridgett Hiller, he was about to say that he
made the best of what he could of the situation, then thought
better of the idea. He didn't want Bernie to think that was what
he was doing here, even though when the night started that was
exactly what he thought he'd be doing. Nor did he mention that
Sally had bribed him into coming tonight by promising a menage a
trois with her and the girl of his choice.
Thankfully, Bernie didn't seem to expect an answer as she
went on, saying that this was actually her first time.
"Really?" a surprised Barry asked.
"Yes, really," Bernie repeated. "In fact, you're only the
third man I've ever been to bed with in my life."
That surprised Barry even more.
"Of course Dave's done this a couple of dozen times," she
added.
Barry was sure he must've heard that wrong. How could this
be her first time and the two dozenth or so for her husband?
That was even stranger than his and Sally's relationship at times.
Then it hit him, Bernie had said that she had two men before him,
could that mean that Dave was her second husband?
"Heaven forbid," Bernie laughed when Barry asked just
that. "Dave's not my husband, and as much as I love him, he's not
really my type."
Barry was now even more confused. If he weren't her type,
why would she have him as a lover. The answer was, she didn't.
"Dave's my brother," Bernie said in explanation.
Three simple words, but enough for Barry to feel suddenly
cold and pull back, putting a physical distance between him and
Bernie's admission.
"Wait a second, Tiger," Bernie said in a strong voice as she
watched him pull away, "don't let your imagination run away with
you. It's not what I know you must be thinking."
Wanting so much to give her the benefit of the doubt, Barry
resisted the urge to keep going until he was out of the bed and
paused to listen to her explanation. Although he couldn't imagine
what it could be.
"First of all, let me start by saying that there's nothing
going on between Dave and me that would be out of the ordinary
for any other brother and sister," she began. "We're close, but
not in that way."
Barry was listening.
"When your girlfriend pulled out his cock in the living room
and suddenly decided to go to town on it, that was the first time
I'd seem that part of him since I walked in on him playing with it
when we were teenagers back in ..., well, lets just say before you
were born."
Barry remembered the look on Bernie's face when she saw
Sally blowing Dave on the couch. It seems that what he thought
was a look of embarrassment, actually was just that.
Bernie went on to say that Dave and his now ex-wife had
been swingers for years. They had separated a few years back for
totally unrelated reasons. When Dave had first answered Sally's
personal, he had done so under the assumption that his new
girlfriend, also a swinger, would be his partner. Unfortunately for
him, she dropped a bombshell right after that, trading him in for a
younger model.
The story was becoming more and more interesting to Barry
and he had already decided that he wasn't going anywhere until he
heard it all.
So over their normal once a week dinner, Bernie continued,
Dave told her what had happened. Some people might think it
strange for a brother and sister to discuss each other's personal
lives, but as she said before, they were that close and to be
honest, she got a vicarious thrill when she heard about his
adventures.
Dave had just told her that he was going to have to write
Sally and tell her it wasn't going to happen and that was a shame
because from what she wrote in her first letter, he thought she
had to be one hell of a piece of ass. Then, as a joke, he turned to
Bernie and said that, unless of course she wanted to play the
wife-role, something she had done on more respectable outings
when he would've been out of place without an escort.
The older Carter had indeed only meant it as a joke, so when
Bernie had unbelievably said "why not?", he had quite literally
fallen off his chair.
There had to be certain conditions of course, she said.
Foremost, there would be no sexual acts between them, swapping
mates was fine but this wasn't going to be an orgy. Secondly, if
she didn't like the guy, either from his picture or when they met,
then the whole thing was off.
Still in a state of shock, Dave had no problem agreeing to
any of those conditions.
"So you're really Miss Carter," Barry said, thinking that he
should say something but at a loss what that should be. The name
on the apartment, which Dave said had been decorated by Bernie
had been Carter so she must never have been married.
"Actually, I really am Mrs. Carter," Bernie replied. "I
married a man who happened to have the same last name as I did.
Saved a fortune on the stationary and monograms on the luggage,"
she laughed. "He was a dear sweet man who was somewhat older
than me, but that didn't make a bit of difference. I loved him
quite deeply. I'm afraid he passed on some years back, leaving me
well cared for, but quite lonely nevertheless."
"I can see that," Barry thought as he looked again around
the room and remembered what he'd seen of the apartment
before. This time he noticed another photograph of Bernie and a
man who looked to be around twenty years older than her. He
couldn't guess what their marriage had been like, but they did look
happy together in the picture.
"Yet I still haven't explained why I did this, have I?" Bernie
remarked, and then proceeded to do so. "Well, when Dave made his
little joke, and believe me, he never thought it was anything but, I
suddenly had, oh I don't really know how to explain it, a sense of
craziness I guess. Instead of hearing about my brother's sexual
escapades, I wanted to have one of my own. Like I said, I've only
been with two men in my life, my late husband and one before that.
And at this point in my life, maybe I need a little craziness to just
help me keep my sanity."
Bernie paused for a moment to study the expression on
Barry's face. Normally she was able to read people pretty well,
but this time she wasn't sure how he was accepting any of this.
"So I set the ground rules and let things take their course,"
she said as she drew her talk to a conclusion. "Dave would use the
guest bedroom over on the other end of the apartment and I would
use this one. The way this old place is built, we'd never even hear
each other."
"That would be a switch," Barry said under his breath,
remembering his and Sally's previous encounters.
"It never occurred to me that your girlfriend and Dave
would jump the gun, so to speak, and let things get so out of hand,"
she finished, "I tried to make a joke of it but yes, I was a little
embarrassed when it happened."
"There are a lot of things you could do to put a little
craziness in your life," Barry said, "why this?"
"For lack of a better answer, I guess I could say I wanted to
do something for my brother, but that really wouldn't be totally
true," she said. "If that was all there was to it, I could always
have just hired an escort for him to act as his partner. Like I said,
I really can't fully explain it, but maybe I was just feeling horny
after so long and thought meeting a nice young man to fuck would
be fun."
Barry grinned sheepishly in response.
"And speaking of a nice young man that I'd like to fuck,"
Bernie said as she reached down and lifted his now half erect cock
in her hand, "If you're still interested, I think your friend here is
just about coming back to life."
Barry spent less than a second thinking about it. If Bernie's
explanation was a little bit strange, it wasn't enough to matter.
"Well if that's the case," he said with yet another grin,
"then I think one of us is just a little bit overdressed."
Bernie looked down at the green panties that still covered
her sex, then lifted herself just far enough off the bed as to be
able to slide them off. As they joined the mixed pile on the floor,
she spread her legs and gave Barry a good look. What he saw was a
tightly trimmed gray and white bush, which, aside from the hair
color, looked just like any other he had seen.
Reaching down, Barry ran his hand across the triangle,
finding it wet to the touch. Slipping his fingers inside, past the
twin folds of Venus, he reached her pearl and began to massage
her sensitive spots. One could say that, given her age, it had long
ago ceased being priceless, but that was something that the young
man would greatly contest.
"That's nice," Bernie said as she leaned back and closed her
eyes, content just to float in a pleasing haze for a few moments.
Barry continued to gently rub her clit as, beginning with her
neck, he began to kiss his way down her body. Down he moved,
leaving a shiny, wet trail until he caught up with his fingers. Then
he added his mouth to the pleasures washing over the woman below
him.
"Oh that's even better," Bernie said, her eyes still tightly
closed.
Going down on a woman had never been high on Barry's list
of favorite things. Still, he appreciated the fact that if a woman
did it for him, it was only right that he reciprocate. A lot of men
he knew didn't see it that way.
Soft moans filled his ears as Bernie voiced her enjoyment of
his efforts. Unlike Sally, who often complained that he wasn't
trying hard enough, the woman between whose legs he now labored
seemed to appreciate the effort. If only as an appetizer of what
was to come.
More time passed until Barry was confident he had done the
best he could with what he considered his limited skill in this area.
Filled with an enthusiasm that he hoped Bernie shared, he went
from the appetizer to the main course. A meal he hoped would be
satisfying for the both of them.
Taking hold of his hard cock, he pressed it at the entrance
to her womanhood and entered her with only the slightest of
resistance. The way had been well paved by his labors and her own
high level of excitement. One within her, he moved back and forth
slowly, each time rising a little higher on the up stroke and moving
deeper on the downside.
"Oh yes," Bernie said even louder as she opened her eyes
and enjoyed a feeling too long absent from her life. "I have missed
this."
It didn't take long for Barry to develop a rhythm as he
lifted her legs up over his shoulders to gain even better
penetration. His pace quickened, as did the level of Bernie's
response; a response measured by the level and frequency of her
encouragement.
Her eyes totally fixed on the young cock sliding in and out of
her, Bernie grabbed her breasts and massaged them, pressing
against her nipples as well as the soft flesh around them. Her
body rocked in time with Barry's vigorous entries, adding to the
forces building within both of them. She felt more like a high
school girl on prom night than a mature woman with almost thrice
her years.
The dark-haired young man also found himself in a state of
approaching bliss that felt like it could go on forever. Drawing on a
reserve of energy that unexpectedly presented itself, Barry now
found that self-control that had failed him earlier. He was
determined that he would hold out until Bernie had her own climax.
If not before him, then at least with him.
The second proved true as only moments before he felt he
was going to have to admit defeat in that desire, Bernie let go and
climaxed explosively. It was her first orgasm that hadn't been
self-induced in years, and her body responded accordingly.
Every part of her shook violently with tremors of passion.
Oscillations of an intensity that caused her to totally miss the fact
that Barry had also exploded, sending a firestorm of whiteness
deep within her for the second time that night. She was just too
wrapped up in sheer joy to pay attention to anything else.
Despite her earlier assertion that the walls of the old
apartment were so solidly build as to be practically soundproof,
Barry felt certain that their cries had reached all the way to the
back bedroom if not beyond. If so, he hoped Sally got a good
earful.
Even lost in his own desire, part of Barry still concentrated
on bringing the older woman every measure of gratification he
could manage. He continued to move inside of her until the last of
his own energies faded. By the time that happened, Bernie's body
had already come to an exhausted stop. Satisfied, he collapsed
alongside her on the bed.
It took a while for either of them to catch their breaths,
and in the end it was Bernie who summed it up in three little words.
"That was fun," she said.
Still breathing hard in his own right, Barry could only nod his
agreement.
-=-=-=-
"Barry?"
The young man jumped at the sound of his girlfriend calling
his name. Her voice had sounded as clear as if she was standing
right next to him and when he opened his eyes, he was actually
surprised not to find her standing there.
His first impression, upon hearing her voice, was that she
was ready to announce that she was finished with what she had
came here for and was ready to leave. That he might not be really
to go yet, he thought, would never occur to her.
"Barry, are you there?" Sally's voice repeated, dispelling his
just reached conclusion that he had been dreaming.
"The intercom, Honey," a just awakened Bernie said from
over his shoulder as she pointed to the small white speaker box on
the night table.
Barry reached for the talk button, taking note that
according to the adjacent clock that it was quarter past two in the
morning. He and Bernie had been asleep for almost two hours,
having spent the previous two hours just talking. For someone he
viewed as belonging more to another world than just a different
generation less than half a day before, he had found her to be
incredibly easy to talk to, on just about any subject.
"Sally?" he asked as he pressed the talk button.
"Barry," she repeated, with no apology for having awakened
him, "Dave asked me if I wanted to stay the night and I told him
that I would. Is that going to be a problem for you?"
He paused before answering. Looking back over his shoulder
at Bernie, he wondered if she was thinking the same thing that he
was. That, seeing that it was already the middle of the night, it
didn't make sense for her to call and ask him about staying the
rest of it now. Unless, he thought, she was hoping that it was a
problem for him and having lived up to the terms of their deal and
screwed the old lady, he would be more than happy to head home
at the first opportunity. Even if that meant going alone.
"If that is the case," he told himself as he turned back to
the talk box, "then she's in for a disappointment."
"No, that's not a problem at all," he said, adding "Have a
good night." before he released the talk button.
"Oh, okay," Sally said with enough of a touch of
disappointment in her tone for him to recognize that he was
probably right.
"I hope that it's really not a problem," he said to Bernie as
he turned back to her once again. "I gu"Oh God, oh God," the twent
you first."
"I get the impression that she was hoping that you couldn't
wait to get out of here," she replied, ignoring his question and
confirming his guess.
Barry just shrugged his shoulders, not wanted to say that he
thought that was the case as well. In the course of his talk with
the older woman, he had told her a great deal about Sally and their
relationship. While she didn't come right out and say it, it was
pretty clear that Bernie had a rather low opinion of his girlfriend.
Silence filled the room as Bernie seemed to be still waiting
for an answer. Barry was also hoping for an answer, even if it was
only a "see you in the morning" from the woman beside him before
she rolled over and went back to sleep.
"You know," Bernie finally broke the silence as she leaned
closer and said in the kind of low conspiratorial tone that people
reserved for sharing secrets, "On special occasions, my late
husband like to get really naughty and fuck my ass. Since it looks
like you won't be leaving for a while, and I sort of think this is a
special occasion, do you think you'd like to try and give that a go?"
Barry felt flustered for a moment and actually thought he
might faint. On his short list of unfulfilled sexual fantasies,
Bernie had just crossed off number one.
"I think I might be game for that," he said, finding it
impossible to wipe the smile from his face.
-=-=-=-
Six days later, Sally and Barry were officially no longer a
couple as she announced that she was moving out. Neither seemed
too upset about the break-up, and Barry didn't even regret losing
out on his promised menage a trois with another woman.
When asked, Sally wouldn't tell him where she was moving
to, but that didn't matter because Barry already knew. Just a few
days before the relationship formally ended, he had been surprised
at his office by Bernie who wanted to take him to lunch. An
invitation he readily accepted.
Over a very nice meal, Bernie confided to him that her
brother had asked Sally to move in with him and that she had
already said yes. The older woman wanted Barry to know because
she didn't want to see him get hurt. Barry thanked her for her
concern and assured her that things had indeed changed between
him and Sally and if she wanted to go, well she had always been
free to do so.
Bernie told him that she was glad to hear that because,
however she felt about Sally, she felt a little guilty about her
brother's actions. After all, if it weren't for her the two of them
would never have even met. Barry again assured her that there
was nothing for her to feel guilty about.
"Oh there is one other thing," Bernie said as she paid the
check. "Dave told me last night that he couldn't remember if, in
the heat of passion, he had made it clear to Sally that the condo
they were in didn't belong to him, and that the invitation to move
in with him applied to the little three room apartment he had
downtown."
Barry looked at her as if to say, "Oh really?"
"Do you think that he should call her and make sure she
understood that?" Bernie inquired. "He was afraid that if he
called your apartment and got you instead of Sally, that you might
cause a scene."
"Tell him not to give it a second thought," Barry said after
letting the question hang in his mind for a few moments. "I
distinctly remember Sally mentioning to me that Dave had the
cutest little apartment over on the west side. So I wouldn't even
bring it up again."
"You mean the cutest little apartment downtown, don't you?"
Bernie asked.
"Of course, how could I make a mistake like that," Barry
smiled, "I remember it even clearer now, that's exactly what she
said."
"I thought it might be," Bernie smiled.
"Besides, Sally's not the kind of girl who's going to be overly
influenced by material things," he added.
"I think you're pushing it a little there, Tiger," Bernie
laughed softly. "I think you should just leave it as remembering
that she mentioned that she knew he lived downtown."
"Okay," Barry said, realizing that he was indeed pushing it.
"Well I have to get going then," Bernie said as she flagged
down a taxi. "I have an appointment to do something about this
white hair of mine. Lately I've been thinking that it makes me look
a little too old."
"I don't think you'll ever be really old," Barry smiled.
Bernie started to get into the taxi, then stood back up and
turned back to Barry. Her expression was one of having
remembered something else.
"I was just wondering," Bernie said as she motioned for the
driver to wait just another minute. "Since you're now going to be
free next weekend, would you like to come over for dinner, say
Saturday at eight?"
"I'd like that," Barry replied, his smile growing even larger.
"but only on one condition."
"Which is?" she asked curiously.
"That you let me bring the dessert," he answered.
"Oh I was counting on that," Bernie softly laughed as she
turned and ducked into the waiting cab, "something hard with a
creamy filling."
Watching the cab pull away, Barry thought to himself that
life does indeed take some interesting turns when you least expect
it.
END
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