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Subject: {ASSM} "Cedric"   Parts I and II     Girlfriend, seduction, dancing
Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 21:10:06 -0500
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"CEDRIC"        
By Sandia.


Part I		"A Conversation"


"...so anyway, I wanted to ask you something."

I smiled and sipped my drink.

"Cedric said the strangest thing last night, and I wanted to ask you what it 
means."

I nodded.  

"We were in bed, you know, and we were talking about our fantasies, and he said--
he said he wanted to see me with another man."  

She made a face.

I arched my eyebrows.  "That is weird," I said.

"So what do you think?" she asked.  She lowered her voice.  "Do you think he 
might be gay?"

I pretended to think about it.  Cedric was a little bent.  

"No," I told her, "I don't think so..."

"So what do you think it means?" 

I frowned.  "Well," I said, "I guess it could mean a lot of things.  You know, 
not everything people think about is something they'd really do."

She lowered her voice again.  "He asked me if I'd do it!"

I frowned.  "Did he want to watch?"

"I think so..." she nodded slowly.

"What did you say?"

"Well, I was trying to be open-minded you know, and we were lying there in bed... 
I didn't want to hurt his feelings..."

I waited.  "Yeah?"

"I told him I would think about it."

"Rebecca!" I exclaimed, "You didn't really, did you?"

"Well," she exclaimed, "that's why I'm talking to YOU!"

I smiled.  "Becky," I said, "it doesn't matter what I think.  What do you 
think?"

She sighed.  "The truth is I'm a little disgusted with him.  I mean, to WANT me 
to be with another man.  That's a little sick, don't you think?"

I shrugged.  "I've heard of sicker things..."

She shook her head.  "I don't EVEN want to hear about it!"  She laughed.

I smiled.  Rebecca knew I was a lot more adventurous than she.

"Anyway," she continued, "I told him that I'd think about it, but I'm GOING to 
tell him no.  I mean, it's really dangerous, don't you think?"  

She was making that face again.  I shrugged one shoulder, like I didn't know.

"I mean, what if he, like, decided he didn't like it after all?"

I nodded.  Men were like that.  

"And besides, I'd feel like such a slut.  What if he wanted to, you know, join 
in?"

I couldn't help but giggle.  That part sounded fine to me.  

She shook her head.  "I know, I know," she smiled, "I've thought about that 
too..."

I cocked my eyes at her, and she started laughing too.  "OK!" she said, "but 
that doesn't mean I'd really want to DO it!"

When we'd finished laughing, I asked her, "So you're going to tell him no?"

She sighed and shook her head.  "Yeah, I guess so.  I mean, Tina!  Tell me what 
you think!"

"I think you ought to do what YOU want to do, Rebecca.  If you don't want to, 
tell him no."

She rolled her eyes at me.  "That's NOT why I'm asking you."

She picked at the sandwich on her plate.  "I mean, don't you think it's a 
little weird?"  

She glanced up at me.

"Do you think there's something wrong with him?" she asked.

I looked at her.  "Rebecca, there's something wrong with a lot of us."  I 
sighed.  "You're right it could be dangerous, and not just the way you mean."

She tilted her head at me.  

"Well," I shrugged, "sometimes it's easier to DO something like this than to 
UNDO it.  You should think about what this might mean for your relationship."

She nodded thoughtfully.  "You're right," she said.  "It's much too dangerous.  

She smiled brightly at me.  


Afterwards I thought about our conversation.  I'd known Rebecca since she'd 
graduated from college.  She taught kindergarten at a private school and was 
all but married to a handsome and successful man.  

I, on the other hand, had been through a string of bad relationships, and while 
I made good money when I worked, I was about to quit my third job of the year.

I might have gotten bored of her years ago, except that I was so dreadfully 
attracted.  

Oh, she was one of those women who says they're really straight, but she'd let 
me kiss her, open-mouthed, before she'd taken up with Cedric.  

All this talk of opening up their relationship made me wonder if I might have a 
chance with her again.


At our next lunch date I brought the subject up.  "So you told him no?"

"Not exactly..."

"Well, what happened?"

She sighed.  "Well, it's not the exactly the kind of thing you bring up out of 
nowhere!"

"Did you talk to him at all?"

She nodded.

I widened my eyes at her, waiting.  "Well, it happened like this; we were in 
bed again, we'd been out drinking, you know, that bar on Avon Row?"

I nodded impatiently.

"Anyway, he brought me home and when we got there he started to undress me..."

I wasn't sure I wanted to hear all the details.

"And like I said, we'd been drinking, and he started to talk dirty..."

I like it when men talk dirty, but I didn't say a word.

"Well, I DON'T normally like that, you know, but that night, for some reason, 
it really turned me on."

I smiled, hoping to encourage.

She grinned back at me.  "Anyway, he was talking dirty, and, you know, we 
weren't EVEN in the bedroom."  Her face had reddened just a little.

"Saying things about my pussy, and, and my cunt..." 

I smiled more broadly.

"So anyway, he had me on the couch, and I was naked, and he was whispering in 
my ear..." I put my hands together and leaned forward.  

"Well," she said, "He had me bent over, you know, and had his hands... down 
there."

She was really blushing now.

"And?" I asked.

"Well... Are you sure you want to hear this?"  

I nodded.

"He said..." she leaned forward, whispering, "He said, wouldn't you really like 
to feel a big fat dick inside your cunt?"

She leaned back, shaking her head.  

"I gasped," she said.

I smiled, and inhaled.  "Well," I started, but she interrupted.

"No," she said, "I mean I gasped the other way."

"Oh," I mouthed.

"I was really embarrassed.  I mean, you know how embarrassed he is about his 
size."  She looked at me meaningfully.

I nodded.

"But," she shrugged, "he didn't seem to care."

She leaned forward.  "He, you know, had his fingers... inside... and he was really 
getting off on it... and," she whispered, "so was I."

She giggled.  "You know, he came like that... he wasn't even touching me!"

"He got it all over the couch!" she laughed.  "You should have seen him clean 
it up!"

She shook her head.  "Anyway, we talked a little afterwards, and I admitted--you 
remember, I was REALLY drunk--anyway, I admitted I had thought about it, you 
know, thought about... a bigger size?"  

I smiled reassuringly.  "I'm sure we all do," I said.

"So anyway, it's not really over, yet.  I guess that's not the same as saying 
no?"

I laughed.  "No, not exactly, Rebecca.  Not the same at all."


It was encouraging, I thought.  

That night I called a friend of mine.  

He was a guy I called sometimes, when I was between boyfriends, or maybe just 
feeling a little lonely.  

He wasn't the brightest guy in the world; in fact he was quite dumb.  But he 
was good looking, in that college-jock sort of way, and he was always willing 
to come over.  

And he was really, really hung.  

Afterwards, I made him stay, and I told him about my friend.

"She's gorgeous," I told him, "I mean, drop-dead sexy gorgeous."

I got a picture and showed him.  It was one of my favorites.  It showed her in 
a sweater and a riding outfit, with riding crop in her hand.  Her auburn hair 
was flowing down around her shoulders, and I loved the way her outfit showed 
her curves.

He nodded looking at the picture.  

I wrapped my arms around him.  "So you'll do it?" I said, in my sexy 
voice, "for me?"

"Fuck," he grunted, "I'd do it even without you!"


At our next meeting, I couldn't wait to bring it up, but I wanted her to say it 
first.  

We talked about other things.  She mentioned planning to go back to school, and 
I told her I'd quit my latest job.  She asked if I had a new man or woman in my 
life, and I told her that I didn't.  Then I mentioned Harold.  

"Which one is Harold?" she asked.

"Oh," I said, "you know him.  The former football player."

She nodded uncertainly.  

"Blond hair, six foot seven, shoulders out to here?"

"Oh yeah," she smiled.  "He's good-looking."

"But really dumb," I smiled.

"But really good in bed!" she laughed.

I laughed with her.  

"You know," I smiled, "I never told you what I REALLY like about him."

"What?"

I grinned mischievously.  I held my hands apart.  I lifted one eyebrow and 
looked at her.

"NO!" she exclaimed.  I nodded solemnly.  

"Really?" she asked.

I nodded.  

"You know, sometimes I envy you..." 

I knew she really didn't.

"Doesn't it...?"

"Hurt?" I asked.

She nodded.  

I shook my head.  "Rebecca," I said.  I leaned forward.  "It feels really, 
really good."

She laughed nervously and sighed.  "Well, anyway," she said, "you know I talked 
again to Cedric."

"Yes?"

"Well, I really meant to tell him no."

"But?"

"But, well, you know he is so good to me..."

"I know."

"And... well, I REALLY want to please him.  And..." She leaned forward.

"I think he's really into this."

I smiled.

"But I don't think it would work."

"Why not?" I asked.

She sighed.  "Well, I STILL think it'd be really dangerous.  And besides, I 
mean, who--who would be the other man?"

She leaned back.  "It couldn't be somebody that we knew.  And I wouldn't want 
to--you know--with a total stranger.  THAT really would be dangerous."

I nodded.

"You know what he told me?"

I shook my head.

"He said he wouldn't want the other man to wear a condom."  She stared at me.  

I shook my head.  "Wow," I said.

"But isn't he...?"

She nodded.

"So you're not..."

She shook her head.

We sat a moment.

"Did you talk about that?

"No," she said.

"He knows how much you want to have a baby."

She nodded glumly.

"Weren't you two going to...?

She sighed.  "It's so expensive, Tina, and it doesn't always work.  Besides, 
you know how much I hate hospitals and needles..."

I hadn't known needles were involved.

I shook my head.  "So you ARE thinking about it..."

She smiled and took my hand.  "Not really, Tina.  It's far too dangerous.  I 
would never dream of jeopardizing what I have... with Cedric."    

Her smile faded.  She took a drink of water.  She let go my hand.

"But one good thing has come of this," she leaned forward, "he's been really--
eager--in bed."  She smiled wryly.  


After that I knew I could not let things lie.  I had to move the ball along, so 
to speak.  

I'll tell you how, when I write you next.

--Tina. 





Part II:  "Cedric Gets His Wish."



Saturday was date night for Cedric and Rebecca.

I made sure I knew their plans.

Harold and I met them at the bar, and I pretended to be surprised.

"Rebecca, you've met Harold!" I exclaimed.  I smiled broadly.  I winked as she 
shook his hand.  She grinned back at me.  

"Why don't we get a table?" I suggested, and they followed me to the booth that 
I'd selected.  

I took the seat across from Harold, and Rebecca sat across from me.  The bar 
was hot and noisy, but the drinks came strong and fast.  

"So Cedric," I said, "would you like to dance with me?"  I smiled broadly.  

He shrugged noncommittally.

"C'mon," I nudged him.  I looked at Rebecca.  "I'm sure your girlfriend would 
say it was ok!"

She smiled brightly.  "Go on, honey," she said.  "I really don't feel like 
dancing."

He looked at me and smiled.  "Sure," he said.  I'd let my hand drift down.  It 
rested on his knee.  

I led him to the dance floor, making sure I walked suggestively.  

When we couldn't see the table I put my hands on his shoulders and began to 
dance with him.  I spoke into his ear.  "Have you had enough to drink tonight?"

"Sure, I guess," he said.  "What do you mean?"

"Oh, nothing," I laughed.  "I just really feel like getting drunk tonight."

"Yeah," he laughed, "I know what you mean."

"You do?" I smiled.

"Um, well maybe not," he said.   "What do you mean?"

I smiled more broadly, and clasped my hands behind his neck.  "Well, sometimes 
a girl just feels like cutting loose, you know?"

"Sure," he nodded.  

"Does Becky ever feel that way?" I asked.

He turned his head just slightly.

"I don't know what you mean."

I danced a little closer.

"Does Becky ever feel like cutting loose?"

He smiled.  "Not really."

I looked at him.  "How can you be sure?"

He looked around and then looked back at me.  

"I've asked her."

"And she said no?"

He licked his lips.

"I'm not sure I know what we're talking about."

I bumped my hips against him.  He really was good-looking.

"I think you do."

I unclasped my fingers and brought them down his neck.  I continued until I 
reached his waist, and then hooked my fingers in his belt.  I brought him 
closer.  

"I think Becky wants it too."

He swallowed.  "Did she tell you?"

I nodded.

He swallowed again.  "And that man?"

I nodded.

He'd stopped dancing.  I pulled his belt.  "Let's keep dancing," I 
said.  "Let's leave them alone for a while."

He let me hold him in his arms, but I could tell he needed more to drink.  

I brought him to the bar.  We passed Rebecca and Harold.  They were laughing 
loudly, their heads held close together.  

I ordered double shots for him, and watched him drink one down.

"She told me that you wanted this," I said.  

He looked at me.  "This is so embarrassing," he said.

I smiled.  "You shouldn't feel that way," I said.  "You know you're very lucky."

He put his hand up over his eyes.  "I feel like such a pervert."

I grinned.  I put my hand between his legs and grabbed him and held him 
there.  "It takes one to know one," I smiled.

His eyes went wide and he stared at me.  I released him.  He'd been very hard.

"So was that," I glanced down between his legs, "was that for me or for your 
girlfriend?"

He turned himself towards the bar and looked over.  "For both, I guess."  He 
looked at me.  "You know, you are really something."

"Tell me about it."  I drank his other shot.  

We waited awhile like that, standing at the bar, until we felt they'd had 
enough time alone together.  

"I'll go first," I told him, "just in case."

He grinned, a little nervously. 

"I guess it is too late," he said, "to change my mind?"

I turned to face him.  I held my hand out.  "Don't make me grab you again!"

He laughed and held his hands out, palms forward.  "Just kidding!" he 
said.  "Does she know you're such a bitch?"

I laughed.  "No, and don't you dare to tell her!"

I cruised by the table, and saw that I'd been right.  They were kissing.  I 
walked on by.

"Your girlfriend is necking with another man," I told Cedric when I returned.  
He closed his eyes.  

"God," he said, "this is going to be harder than I thought."  I stepped up 
close in front of him.  

"I thought you said you'd wanted this."

He swallowed.  "I do," he said, "it's just..."

I put my hands around his neck and kissed him.  "You're going to do this, 
Cedric," I told him.  "This is what you want."

I released him and turned away.  

I called out to them this time, making sure they heard.  As I approached, I saw 
that Rebecca's face was flushed.  

"Where is Cedric?" she called.  

I smiled.  "He's around the corner," I said, sitting down across from them.  I 
pointedly looked down at her chest.  Three buttons were unbuttoned.  She was 
working on the second when Cedric came up behind her.  He sat down in front of 
her and she dropped her hands into her lap.  

"Hi, honey," she smiled, "did you have a nice dance?"

"It was wonderful," I said.  "Your boyfriend is a wonderful partner."

I looked at her.  "You know, you're really very lucky to have him."  She 
blushed.  

"Tina," she began, but Harold interrupted.

"Hey," he said, "You know I really feel like dancing."  I smiled at him.  

"I'm completely tuckered out," I grinned, "Cedric, you don't mind if Harold 
dances with your girlfriend?"

He shook his head.  Harold pushed her out.  She glanced back at Cedric, but 
Harold was pulling her away.  

He glanced at me.  "You don't want to...?

I shook my head.  "Maybe later, Cedric.  Not right now."

He got up to get another round of drinks.  When he returned he sat across from 
me.

I held my glass up.  "To your girlfriend," I told him.  He smiled wryly, but 
tipped his glass.  

He looked at me.  "So what's your role in all of this?"

I shook my head at him.  "I don't have to tell you."  I tipped my glass as 
well.  I put it down onto the table.  I looked at him.  "But would you like to 
know what's going to happen next?"

He nodded.

I leaned forward.  "You're going to watch that man," I nodded to the dance 
floor, "fuck your girlfriend.  He's going to fuck her hard."  I paused.  "He's 
going to fuck her brains out."

Cedric swallowed.  I could see his breathing.  I motioned to him.  He leaned 
forward.  "She's going to get on her knees for him, Cedric," I 
whispered, "She's going to suck his cock."

His pupils were dilated.  "You want to see that, don't you?"

He nodded slowly.  "She doesn't suck you often, does she, Cedric?"

He shook his head.  

"She says she doesn't like it."

He nodded.

"She's going to like it this time, Cedric.  She's going to like it a lot."

He put his head into his hands.  "Oh God, stop it," he cried. 

I raised my leg and pushed my shoe into his groin.  "What's the matter, afraid 
you're going to cum?"

He shook his head.  "God," he mumbled, "You're making me so hot."

I saw them coming out of the corner of my eye.  "Sit up," I hissed, "Your 
girlfriend's coming!"

I saw Rebecca was pulling Harold by his hand.  She was flushed and stumbling 
like a drunk.  

"God," she moaned as she sat down, "I'm so hot!"  She waved her hand before her 
face.  She'd sat down beside me.  I put my hand on her thigh.  She put her hand 
on mine.  She looked at me.  "Do you want to dance?"

I nodded and she led me to the dance floor.  

I put my hands on her waist.  She looked over towards our table.  She was 
flushed and sweating.  She hadn't bothered to finish buttoning up her buttons.  
I could see her low-cut bra.  I couldn't believe how hot she looked.  

She looked at me.  "Did Cedric see?" she asked.  I shook my head.  

"Your secret's safe with me."

"Oh God, Tina, I feel so BAD!"

I grinned at her.  "What is it that you've been doing?"

She pushed me.  "I saw you.  I know you saw!"

I smiled.  "It'd still be nice if you'd tell me."

She shook her head.  "Oh God, Tina, I'm not wearing any PANTIES!"

I saw she really was drunk, though not quite as drunk as she'd pretended.  

"What happened to them?" I grinned.

"He's got them in his POCKET!" she fairly screamed.

I smiled at her.

"Oh God, Tina," she said, gripping me, "Tell me what to do!"

"Keep dancing," I said, "People are beginning to stare."

She smiled faintly.

"Did you... Did you talk to him?"

"Talk to who?"

She slapped my shoulder.  

"Talk to CEDRICK!" she shouted.

I nodded, smiling.

She dipped her head.  "Well?" she demanded.  "What... did... he... SAY?"

She pushed me again.  I smiled.  "We talked about you."

She gathered up my shirt in her hands.  "Don't make me rip this off you!"

Now some people really were beginning to stare.  I smiled more broadly.  I put 
my hands on her wrists.

"He said," I told her, "that you're beautiful."  Her eyes went wide.  "He 
said," I continued, before she could follow through, "that you can do whatever 
you want tonight."  

She let go of me.  She was breathing hard.

She looked at me.  "Harold and I are coming over to your house tonight, 
Rebecca," I told her.  "After that, it's up to you."  I turned and left her 
there.

End of Part II.
Write me at sandia@texas.net.

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