The Bedtime Tales of Be287m

The Ugly One, Chapter Thirteen

We drove home in silence. Lynn was wrapped in her own thoughts and I kept replaying the evening in my mind.

When I’d returned to the living room after kissing Angie, Greg and his wingmen were gone. There were a couple of small excited conversation groups, talking quietly but openly staring at me or Lynn. She had a small cluster around her asking excited questions, and she smiled and joked in her replies. She was also right; I could tell when she was acting. I extracted her as she gave a promise to talk with Barb and a few others later.

In the car, her mask came down and she sagged into the seat.

“Did I do the right thing?” I asked. She nodded.

“Sometimes revealing a secret is like pulling a band-aid. Better to get it over all at once.”

“You sure?” I probed. “Some of the people might not have found out.” Lynn sighed.

“Maybe. But enough would have. At least this way I don’t have to wonder what they know or don’t know.” I nodded, largely because I didn’t know what to say. Then it was silence all the way to Lynn’s.

She invited me in when we got there. While we made coffee, I told her about my conversation with Angie.

“I’m happy for you, John. It sounds like you’re going to get what you’ve always wanted.”

“Maybe. Neither Angie nor I are perfect. We’re bound to have some more bumps ahead.”

“Like all relationships.”

“True,” I said, grinning. “But unlike most other guys, I’ll have a relationship coach that I can see regularly.”

Lynn sort of smiled, but looked more troubled than happy.

“It might not be that easy, John. I mean, I’ll still be your friend and give you advice, but we might not see each other regularly. I may be moving to Portland.”

“What?” I tried to keep the alarm out of my voice.

“I told you my mom wants to move there. Well, it turns out that my uncle has a friend at one of the teaching hospitals there. His friend says I can do my residency at his hospital. I can handle the way I’m going to be treated by my classmates for a month, John. I’ll get through graduation, but after that . . . I need a fresh start. Where no one knows my past and I’m just Lynn, and not both Lynn and occasionally Tamara.”

“Oh. Makes sense.” I could see her logic, but the pit in my stomach just grew.

“So you’re leaving,” I said.

“Probably,” she replied. I let the pause after her words draw out.

“I’ll miss you,” I finally said.

“I’ll miss you too,” Lynn responded. “But we’ll stay in touch.”

“Yeah,” I replied hollowly. I tried to imagine my Thursdays without Lynn. I knew I used to have them, but I didn’t like those memories. Life was so much better now . . . .

“Cheer up, John!” Lynn said, interrupting my moody introspection. “You did a great thing tonight, standing up for a friend, and you got the girl to boot!”

“Not yet,” I mused. “Though, yeah, probably.” Lynn reached over and took my hand.

“I’m sure it’ll work out, John. You two just need to talk a little, but you’ll have a girlfriend again in a couple of days. Maybe as early as tomorrow.” I snorted.

“Summer certainly predicted I would,” I said, “Though I don’t think she expected it so soon.” I looked over at Lynn, who looked a little confused. “She offered to screw me silly at your graduation. Looks like we’ll miss out.”

“That’s right.” Lynn said, grinning. Then she got a far away look on her face and the smile faded. Then she turned and met my eyes.

“You’re not going to be single much longer, are you?”

“Doesn’t look that way,” I replied. Lynn gave a small nod of her head. She appeared lost in thought for a while. Then she again nodded her head slightly, having decided what ever she was thinking about.

“Can you excuse me for a minute, John?”

“Sure.”

With that, Lynn gave my hand a squeeze and then headed toward her bedroom. I sat, a little confused, but not nervous, I realized. I wasn’t drumming my fingers and I wasn’t tugging on my shirtsleeves. I was just waiting, waiting quietly.

When Lynn returned, my jaw dropped. She was wearing a light pink silk robe that hung open in front. Underneath was silk camisole top, low cut, with matching panties. Lynn grinned when she saw my reaction.

“Before you are ‘off the market’ again, John, there’s something I want to do. Remember when you wanted the lessons on how to please a woman in bed, and I refused because you were with Angie?”

I nodded.

“You’re not with Angie until tomorrow,” Lynn stated. My heart started racing.

“Are you sure?” I asked. The adrenaline was starting to flow.

“I’m sure. Tonight you did something you didn’t have to, for me. I want to do something for you, something special.”

“Are you sure?” I asked again. Lynn nodded, still smiling.

“I admit my motives are mixed,” she continued. “Besides wanting to do something nice for you, I’m also being a bit selfish.” There was a twinkle in her eyes as she said that. “The past few years, all the sex I’ve had has been in the brothel, as Tamara. That’s going to have to change after I graduate and start dating again. I want to start having sex again purely for the fun, and the friendship, and the connection. With no monetary exchange mixed in.”

“So I’d like you to be the first, John, to make love to me as Lynn.”

“The first?” I avoided stuttering in my reply.

“The first since I started working,” she admitted. “You deserve it, and some day, if I’m lucky, I’ll deserve a man as caring as you.”

I laughed in disbelief. Lynn just kept smiling at me, tilting her head slightly.

“I don’t know how caring I am, but I’m not a fool,” I said. “If a beautiful woman asks me to make love to her and I’m able to do so, there’s only one answer.”

“Smart too,” she joked. Then Lynn extended her hand. I reached out and clasped it and she gave me a squeeze. Then she turned and led me down the hall to the bedroom.

When we got there, we stopped at the edge of the bed. Lynn squared her body against mine and reached her arms up and around my neck. I slid my hands around her waist and drew her in. Our lips met, then soon parted as the kiss deepened. When we finally pulled back, we were both panting slightly.

“I guess you don’t need kissing lessons,” Lynn joked.

“Angie liked to kiss,” I answered.

“She probably still does,” Lynn said. “But we better make sure you don’t need lessons.”

With that, we began a second kiss. This one spilled into a series of kisses and I began running my hands up and down her back. In the short pause between two kisses, Lynn looked at me, eyes half lidded.

“Slower with the hands, John.”

“Oh.” I promptly yanked them up to her shoulder blades.

“No, not higher. Slower. It’s a dance, John. You want to find the rhythm your partner responds best to and touch her at that speed and pressure.”

I slowly slid my hand down her back, varying the speed. Lynn sighed as I did, exaggerating it enough for me to catch on. Sighs that were more like moans were good. Shallow sighs meant the wrong speed or pressure. Similarly, the passion in her kisses correlated to the touch of my hands on her body. I paused, my hands on the top of her hips, and kissed her deeply. As she returned the kiss, I edged my hands down until I was cupping her ass. Lynn let out a long moan that didn’t seem as exaggerated as some of the early ones. She pulled her head back and grinned at me. Then she began fumbling with my buttons.

I stepped back and we soon had my shirt stripped off. In the process, her robe slid from her shoulders and cascaded to the floor. She seemed too far away, so I pulled her in for another kiss. Lynn pressed into me, the silk of her cammie top not hiding the hardness of her nipples pressed into my skin. She snuggled a little in my arms as we kissed, letting the silk slither across my flesh. When she pulled back a little, I stopped her. I placed my hands on the bottom of the camisole and looked at her.

“As much as I like the feel, this has got to go,” I stated. Lynn smiled and raised her arms. I pulled the camisole up and off and tossed it to one side of the room. Lynn put her arms back around my neck and we continued kissing, this time bare breasts against bare chest. Her warmth surprised me.

Lynn’s hands played across my back as we continued to kiss. I just held her lightly in arms. When her hands brushed the top of my pants above my ass, she started tugging on the fabric. I chuckled when she moved her hands around to the front.

“This isn’t going to be elegant,” I said. “I’ve still got my shoes and socks on.” Lynn smiled and sat back on the bed. I undid my pants and shoved them below my knees. Then I quickly knelt and untied my shoes and shucked them, my socks, and my pants off. While I was doing so, Lynn had shed her panties and was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread. Since I was still kneeling, I got a very fine view.

“Is that an invitation?” I asked. She gave me a lascivious smile and nodded. I crawled forward and placed a light kiss on the inside of each thigh and then on her mound. I looked up at her and met her eyes.

“Going to keep giving me directions?” I asked.

“It’s a dance, John. Watch my responses.”

I grinned, leaned in, and licked her from just above her asshole, along her labia, and stopped at her clit. Lynn shuddered. Then I remembered the techniques she’d suggested, the ones that had gotten me in trouble with Angie. They certainly wouldn’t get me in trouble here! I started to lick and suckle with gusto.

I tried to keep my eyes up, watching Lynn, while I went down on her, but it became too difficult to divide my attention. Lynn apparently noticed, because her verbal groans and comments got louder. She reached down and began caressing the back of my head and my ears with her hands.

I began to notice that gentle sucks on her clit, alternated with rapid flicks of my tongue, drew the sharpest gasps. I decided to keep doing it for a while. Lynn’s gasps began to alternate with longer shudders. My jaw started to tire, but I continued on. Lynn began a series of quick gasps and then, with a long moan, came. I stopped and sat back, grinning. Lynn gave me a loopy, flushed smile.

“I don’t think you need many lessons in that,” she said.

“That’s your fault. And Summer’s. You gave me the verbal instruction and she gave me the practice.”

“That must have been some practice! You’re almost as good as she is.”

“Almost?”

“Women are generally better at going down on other women then men are,” Lynn replied. “Summer’s pretty good and she gets *lots* of practice.” I grinned.

“Well, then I’ll just have to get a lot of practice myself so I can catch up!”

Lynn laughed, then leaned back onto her elbows. I reached forward and caressed her inner thighs, then ran one finger along her outer lips.

“Speaking of which, do you think you’re up for another round of ‘practice’?” I asked. Lynn laughed again.

“I think I could handle that!” she replied. I grinned and leaned forward.

This time I was more relaxed. I tried sliding my finger inside her as I kissed and licked her mound and her clit. I crooked my finger, gently massaging where her g-spot was supposed to be. Lynn made contented mewing noises.

Her build up was slow. If I hadn’t been paying full attention, I wouldn’t have noticed her gradual arousal. Lynn seemed to enjoy what I was doing with my finger, particularly when paired with direct attention to her clit. I alternated licks and sucks on her clit with oral caresses around it. Lynn’s breathing was deeper and heavier as she built toward her second orgasm. When she came, she clamped her legs in, nearly trapping me. She’d also let out a loud shriek and her upper body was shuddering as well. Once again, I pulled back and let her catch her breath. Once Lynn had come down enough to meet my eyes, still grinning in her afterglow, I stood up. My cock was fully erect. Lynn’s eyes danced when she saw it.

“Condoms are on the nightstand,” she said. I raised my eyebrows.

“I moved them there from my work bag when I was changing into the lingerie.” I just smiled. Lynn reached over and grabbed one and tossed it to me. I tore the package and put it on, and then clambered onto the bed. Lynn spread her legs and used her fingers to hold her outer lips apart. I positioned myself above her, the head of my cock bumping her crotch.

“Any pointers?” I asked. Lynn nodded.

“Unless you’re very sure of your position, let her line you up before you begin thrusting.” I felt her hand on my cock, nudging me up and to the left a little. The head of my cock now felt nestled in a nook. I looked at Lynn.

“Now, like everything, pay attention to the woman’s response as you penetrate her That’ll tell you how fast you should go and whether you need to stop to let her get used to having you inside.”

I nodded and began to slowly thrust. Lynn was slick, and my cock slid easily inside her. She let out a slow moan, exaggerated for my benefit, until I was nestled fully within her body. I paused so I could shift my weight. Our faces were inches apart but Lynn just smiled, not kissing me.

“Now experiment,” she directed. “Vary your angle, your speed, and the hardness of your thrusts every handful of strokes. Watch my response. Keep doing the stuff I like.” I grinned and then pulled back, so that I was almost completely outside of her. Then I sunk my cock home. I began to fuck Lynn for the first time since the first time we met, those many months ago.

It was a little difficult to pay attention to my own movement and watch her reactions at the same time. I’d catch myself thinking about what to do next or trying to judge whether these gasps were deeper than the last set, and I’d lose my rhythm. An interesting side effect is that it distracted me from reaching my own orgasm and so I discovered that my endurance far greater than anything I’d had in the past. Fortunately, that didn’t really detract. I found myself being more and more turned on watching Lynn’s reactions, particularly when I found an angle that seemed to bring deeper shudders.

Then Lynn rolled her hips. Suddenly I was plunging deeper into her than I’d been before and the change in sensation almost put me over the edge. Gasping, I was able to slow down and regain control before I came. Lynn chuckled softly, watching me. She rolled her hips back to their original position.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” she murmured in my ear.

“Let’s try some more of that,” I gasped.

Lynn rolled her hips, but not as much this time. I started stroking into her again.

“This much?” she asked, after about ten thrusts.

“A little more,” I said. Lynn rolled her hips to comply.

And so we went through another round of experimentation. I’d tell her how to move, changing the angle from her end, and then watch her reaction while I tried a handful of speeds. Some tired my legs. Some pushed me too close to the edge of my own orgasm for comfort. Others worked magic, drawing long moans from Lynn.

I found one angle and speed that seemed to work particularly well. I decided to stick with it to see if I could make her cum. Lynn started to gasp and shudder, but while her shudders built, she didn’t seem to go over the edge. Finally she put her hands on my shoulders, stopping me.

“Switch,” she ordered.

I dutifully pulled out and flopped on my back next to her. Lynn straddled me, took hold of my cock, and lined it up with her opening. Then she eased down, engulfing me. She grinned at me and leaned forward a little, mimicking the angle we’d had in the missionary position. Then she began to bounce up and down on my cock.

I reached out and held her arms, steadying her, and Lynn continued her motion. She was gasping for breath and then suddenly stopped. Her mouth opened wide in a silent scream as her orgasm took hold. She shook and then collapsed on my chest, my cock still tucked inside her. When she had caught her breath, she grinned up at me. It was definitely a contented smile.

“Thanks, John, I needed that.”

“Happy to be of service,” I replied. She chuckled and then took a deep breath.

“Would you like to come?” she asked.

“And have it all end?” I asked, feigning innocence.

“We’ve got all night,” Lynn answered, grinning. I rolled my eyes in mock exasperation. Lynn responded by tightening her PC muscles around my cock. I gasped. She clamped down again and shots of pleasure ran up my spine.

“That’s some trick,” I commented, my breathing deepening and become a little more ragged as Lynn continued to squeeze and release my cock.

“It takes some practice,” she commented, grinning. “But your future lovers should be able to do it.”

“My current lover’s doing just fine!” I gasped.

Lynn leered, and then sat back up onto her thighs. She started raising and lowering herself on my cock while she alternately squeezed and released my cock. The sensation was exquisite—tight, warm, powerful. I lasted maybe eight strokes before I let out a long gasp and my orgasm hit. My spurts were powerful, almost exhausting, lasting longer than I expected. I finally just collapsed back, sinking into the bed. Lynn stopped moving, just holding herself above me, grinning like the proverbial cat with the yellow feather sticking out of her mouth.

When I’d finally recovered enough to form coherent thoughts, Lynn eased herself off of me and laid down beside me. After I’d recovered a little more breath, she pulled me into the bathroom where we cleaned each other up. Then we headed back to the bed.

It was obvious I was going to need a little more time to recover, so Lynn reached into her nightstand and pulled out a vibrator. She spread her legs and gave me a visual demonstration of various ways to use the toy, providing running commentary as she went. After showing me more ways it could be pressed to her anatomy than I knew I was going to remember, she asked if I minded her having a quickie orgasm. I laughed and shook my head. Lynn got a devilish grin and placed the tip of the vibrator directly against her clit. A few minutes later she convulsed as her orgasm hit. When she looked over, we grinned at each other. Then her eyes trailed down my body. I realized that I was hard again, much faster than I’d expected to happen.

“Doggie style,” Lynn murmured. I nodded.

Lynn grabbed a couple of pillows and pulled them under her chest as she got on her hands and knees. I got another condom in place and moved behind her. Lynn reached back and placed my tip against her opening. Mindful of her earlier instructions, I slowly eased inside of her while watching her response.

Lynn sighed contentedly as I filled her. I paused once I was in as deep as I could go. Lynn shifted the pillows so they were partially supporting her weight and she didn’t have to balance on her arms. I decided to continue experimenting. Like before, I’d do a handful of strokes and then shift the tempo or the force of my thrusts. I tried holding her hips in my hands, which worked well, and also reaching around to play with her clit, which didn’t work well. Lynn let out a loud “Mmmm” when I caressed her ass and the small of her back during a pause in the thrusting. When I stopped, she gave a quick squeeze of my cock with her cunt muscles. I grinned and held still.

“Can you change the angle?” I asked. Lynn nodded, before pushing one of the pillows out from under her. She lowered her shoulders to the bed. I grasped her hips and began thrusting again.

Lynn started moaning more with the new angle. Once again I varied the speed and power of my strokes. She seemed to moan the most with hard thrusts. I kept at it, moving at the same speed, trying to resist the temptation to go harder or faster. I was rewarded after a few minutes when Lynn shuddered and gasped and then gave way to another orgasm. I stopped, just holding her hips, while she recovered her breath.

When Lynn was ready to go again, she grabbed her vibrator, turned it on, and pressed it against the spot where we joined. I gasped in surprise at the strength of the vibrations. She moved the toy up against her clit and I started thrusting.

The sensations were different, strange, good. I could feel the buzz through her body as she moved it around. I decided to just stick to the pace that had gotten her off before. Lynn sighed after a handful of strokes and then started squeezing my cock. Combined with the vibrations, it was too much sensation. I started ragged gasping, bucked forward, and came. Lynn was right behind me.

“Whew!” I cried as I collapsed onto the bed beside Lynn. She rolled on her side, grinning.

“Happy?” she asked. I snorted.

“What do you think?” I asked. “It should be obvious.” She just smiled again.

“What would you like next?” she asked.

“What do you want to do?” I shot back.

“Well, we could do anal, but I don’t enjoy that very much and haven’t done it outside of the brothel since college.”

“Then let’s skip it,” I said. Lynn gave a short nod, then stared off to space, thinking.

“What would you like most?” I asked. She looked down at me, brow furrowed. “You’ve done a lot for me, what can I do for you, in bed?” Lynn thought for a little bit more and then a slow smile spread over her face.

“Yab-yum,” she said.

“Yab-yum?” I asked. She grinned and nodded her head.

“I’ll show you,” she said, “but first we need to get you cleaned up and hard again.”

With that, Lynn led me to the bathroom. We used warm cloths to clean each other up and then Lynn sank to her knees and slid my cock into her mouth. Having already cum twice, I figured it would take a while for me to revive, but her oral skills were exquisite. The caress of her tongue and the pressure of her lips around my shaft had me hard in almost no time at all.

She led me back to the bed and had me lie on my back. Lynn quickly rolled a new condom on and the straddled me. Once my cock was nestled inside, she started pulling me up.

“Sitting, cross-legged,” she said. It took some minor acrobatics, but soon I was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with Lynn sitting in my lap, also Indian style. I was still inside her as we sat.

“This isn’t good for thrusting,” she said, “but it’s great for kissing.” Lynn then pulled my head down and kissed me.

She was right. We started kissing, tongues and lips entwined, while we sat with our arms around each other. I caressed her back while I ran a line of kisses up her jaw to her ear. Lynn responded by squeezing my cock every time I started to get a little soft. With two orgasms already under my belt, the squeezes weren’t likely to make me cum, but they did catch my attention.

It was sensual and passionate, but not hot or urgent. I lost track of time as we kissed and caressed. We even pulled back to talk a few times, joking about some of the sexual things one could do, before kissing again. The entire time, we remained connected, physically and sexually. I almost fell in love with Lynn right then. I certainly felt closer to her than I’d been before.

I pulled back from kissing and smiled at her.

“This is really good,” I admitted. Lynn dropped her eyes, but returned them with a glowing smile.

“I don’t do this with clients,” she said. “You’re the first, in a long, long time.”

I responded by kissing her again. Then I pulled back and met her eyes.

“Did you get what you wanted tonight?” I asked.

“Yes,” she quickly answered. “Well, not quite. I want you to come again.” I chuckled softly.

“So how would you like that to happen?” I asked.

“Missionary,” she replied.

We shifted position and this time she rolled her hips so that I had the deepest penetration.

“Don’t hold back. Just go for it,” Lynn said.

I started thrusting, this time for my own pleasure. My mind flitted back to the orgy, which had been for my pleasure as well. In a few seconds, I was shooting again, my third orgasm of the evening rolling through my body.

I collapsed on the bed, Lynn snuggling in. I put my arm around her, before speaking.

“So what now?” I asked.

“We get some sleep. Then in the morning, you go home and call Angie. You two see if you can make a serious relationship work.” I nodded in response. It felt a little strange having a naked woman curled up against me giving me advice about dating a different woman, but it also felt right.

The next day I had little difficulty getting a hold of Angie. She said her neighbor could watch Ashley for about an hour that afternoon, so we agreed to meet in a coffee shop near her house. Angie was already seated when I arrived. I picked up a latte at the counter and slid into the chair across from her.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi,” she replied, giving me a shy smile.

“How are you doing?” I asked.

“Okay. Ashley’s doing better. She was really sick.”

“What was wrong?”

“Allergic reaction to something. She couldn’t breathe, which scared me to death. They got her taken care of at the hospital, but we’re still trying to figure out what it was that triggered the allergy.”

“I assume they have tests.”

“They do, but it takes time. Particularly because there’s only me now to take her in for the tests. Mike gave me full custody. He’s now moved out of state.”

“Wow,” I said. I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. I didn’t want to drift into small talk; I still wasn’t good at it. I just stayed silent, and it got a little difficult. Apparently for both of us.

“I’m sorry I ran out on you, John.”

“That’s okay,” I replied.

“No, I really am sorry. It really doesn’t matter what you did before we were together. I was just shocked.”

“I can understand that.” I smiled at her. “I was certainly awkward in how I told you.” Angie nodded in agreement.

“I’m not perfect,” I admitted. “I have a lot of flaws and if we’re going to be together, we have to find a way to work through miscommunications like we had that night.”

“I’m not perfect either,” Angie said. “And I think we can work through them if we’re both committed to trying.”

“I think so too,” I said. “I hope so, at least, because I’ve still got a lot of stuff to work through too.” Angie smiled.

“I’ll help you with your stuff, if you help me with mine,” she offered.

“Deal!” I stuck out my hand, which got a laugh out of Angie. She still reached across and shook it though.

“So what else?” I asked. Angie shrugged.

“What else do you think we need to talk about?” she asked.

I took a deep breath. I did need to tell her.

“I haven’t exactly been celibate since we’ve been apart.” Angie winced, but was done in a moment. She let out a deep breath and looked at me.

“That’s okay, we weren’t together. But I don’t want you doing anything with anyone else while we are together.”

“Agreed. And that goes both ways.” Angie nodded. We settled into an awkward silence. Angie broke it first.

“So what now?” she asked. I pondered that for a moment.

“I think we start back at the beginning. We go on some dates and see how things go.” Angie nodded her head vigorously.

“You free Saturday?” I asked.

“Sure!” she replied.

“Great! It’s a date! I’ll call you when I figure out what we’re doing.” I was smiling at Angie, who smiled back. I took a sip of my latte and deliberately changed the subject.

“So, tell me about Ashley’s illness.”

Angie smiled and leaned forward and began to talk. I asked questions and after a while the conversation moved to the custody hearings and Mike’s departure. We pleasantly drifted through other topics, particularly films and what was currently in the theaters. Eventually, Angie checked her watch and declared she had to get going. I walked her to her car.

“Thanks,” I said, taking her hand into mine. She looked up at me, smiling. Her eyes flicked from mine to my lips and back again. I returned the smile and pulled her in for the kiss. It was tender and long enough for us to both be glowing when we finished. We said goodbye and I walked away, nearly whistling. It looked like Lynn wasn’t the only one with a fresh start.

--Fin--

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