Friends and Benefits
Chapter Eleven
by be287m

I spent a lot of the afternoon thinking about Sherri’s words.  Did I want Tina back?  Did I want Sharon back?  My first impulse was ‘yes, yes, yes!’  How could Sherri even ask the question?

But based on what I’d told her so far, how could she not?

I’d glossed over all the casual conversations with Sharon.  The simple sharing of the week.  I hadn’t mentioned the letters and calls that were about nothing other than the little minutiae that make up most days.  I’d emphasized the ‘benefits’ more than the friendship.  But then, that’s what had been important to me at the time.  Were they still?

As for Tina, I just shuddered.  She had dumped me for good reason.  I knew what that would take to get back together.  Was I willing to pay the price?

The more I thought about them, the more I kept wrapping my brain around a pole.  More like driving into a pole, actually.  Sherri was right.  I needed to talk this out.  I couldn’t figure things out in my own head.  It was like I kept seeing part of the answers but could never bring them fully into focus.

I finally decided to give up and focus on problems I could solve.  Like what to fix for brunch tomorrow morning.

I spent an hour thumbing through my extensive cookbook collection before deciding on a menu I thought would impress Sherri.  It would require a trip to a specialty grocery store, but I had the time.  As I thought about it, I realized that preparing the meal would certainly be better than spending another day sulking.

Sherri arrived right on time the next morning.

“Welcome! I’m not quite done cooking,” I said as I let her in.  She was dressed more casually then I’d seen her to date, in slacks, a blouse and a jacket.  “Do you mind hanging out in the kitchen for a few minutes?”

“Sure.  What are we having?”

“Crab and asparagus omelets.  Fresh fruit compote with a special hard-to-find brandy sauce.  Bacon, homemade biscuits with strawberry jam, and a hash brown cheese chili casserole, which is really just fancy hash browns that have been baked.”

“Wow.  You cooked all this yourself?” Sherri asked as she followed me into the kitchen.

“Yep,” I answered.

“Pretty impressive,” she said.

“Glad you think so,” I replied.  “There’s some gourmet coffee brewing over there,”  I indicated the coffee pot, “and there’s apple juice and fresh squeezed orange juice in the fridge.”

Sherri poured herself some coffee, then wandered over to the stove where I was swirling butter in the pan, watching it melt in preparation for the eggs.  She asked how I was doing and I asked about her morning drive to my place.

“Have you thought about whether you want to get back together with Sharon or Tina?” Sherri asked after we’d finished exchanging pleasantries.

“I have,” I said.  “And you’re right; it’s not a simple question.  I don’t know what I want.”

Sherri smiled, and slowly nodded her head.

“I keep thinking I’ll be able to figure it out,” I said.  “But I can never quite see the answer.  It’s like there are some pieces to the puzzle that I can’t see.”

“There probably are,” Sherri said.  “They’re hiding in a blind spot and none of us can see our own blind spots.”

“That’s kind of definitionally true,” I said.

“Sure,” Sherri said, looking a little smug.  I didn’t know quite what to say.  Fortunately, I was almost done with the omelet, so I didn’t have to.  I motioned Sherri toward her seat and got the food plated and into serving dishes.

“This looks really good,” Sherri said as I placed the food in front of her.

“Thanks,” I said.  “Tina taught me well and I’ve continued to practice after I moved to D.C.”

“Good for you.”  Sherri took a couple of bites and smiled at me.  I watched her for a moment and then decided that maybe we didn’t need to launch into my story right away.

“I have a question,” I said.

“Shoot,” Sherri replied.

“You said that, at least with you, I should ask for what I want.”

“Yes, I did.  So what do you want?”

“I want to know why you’re doing this,” I said.

“I told you,” Sherri replied.  “Because you need me to.”  I frowned.

“The hooker with a heart of gold is a cliché,” I said, crossing my arms.

“And sometimes cliché’s are true,” Sherri shot back.  She was smiling, apparently more amused than irritated with my tone.

“So why is it true for you?” I asked.

“Definitely being assertive this morning, aren’t we?” Sherri replied.

“You said I should ask,” I said.  Sherri chuckled.

“I did, and it’s good to see you do so.  But it’s also a long story and we’re already in the middle of your long story.”

“Can you give me a quick summary?”

Sherri paused.  She poured herself some juice while she thought and then looked over at me.

“Sure,” she replied.  “If you don’t mind me talking while we eat.”

“That’d be fine,” I answered.

“My dad ran off when I was little,” she began.  “He’d send cards occasionally, and every now and then a check, but basically my mom raised my brother and me by herself.  Mom’s a feminist activist.  She’s worked for a handful of women’s organizations here in D.C.—NOW, NARAL, AAUW, and several organizations you’ve never heard of.  We spent a lot of time with Mom’s friends and coworkers.  Basically, I grew up listening to debates about discrimination, equal wages for equal work, and patriarchal oppression.”

Sherri paused to sip some coffee.

“So when I entered college, I started as a women’s studies major.  In many ways, my classmates and the faculty were worse than my mom’s friends and coworkers.  They talked about how ‘all men are latent rapists’ and how men ‘couldn’t care less about what a woman needed in bed.’  How ‘only another woman could really satisfy a woman.’”

“They were lesbians?” I asked.  Sherri nodded.

“Many of them.  Militant lesbians.  They liked Andrea Dworkin.”  Sherri took a few bites of omelet, thinking.  “And they were preaching to young women who were often confused about their own sexuality.  It was pretty overwhelming.”  She grimaced and took another bite.  Then she began staring out into the distance.  She spoke again without looking at me.

“Then . . . then I learned that guys are just as confused.  About women, sex, all of it.  Men are not the enemy.”

Sherri looked down at her plate.  She was breathing slightly harder.  I decided to just wait, eating some food myself, until she was ready to continue.  After a few moments she looked up at me.

“The difference is, women can talk to other women.  Give each other support.  Men don’t have that.”

“I don’t know about that,” I said.

“Really?  How many men can you talk to about sex?  Openly and honestly from the heart, not the bragging of the locker room?”

“Not many,” I admitted.  “Allen, some.  But that’s about it.”

“And you and Allen didn’t go as deep in your conversations as you did with Sharon,” Sherri pointed out.

“True.”

“Which is consistent with what I’ve seen with other men,” Sherri continued.  “Men will open up and talk with a woman about sex if they know the woman won’t mind.  Particularly if they don’t have to worry about scoring with the woman.”

I snorted.  “Which is why they’ll talk to you.  You are a sure thing.”  Sherri gave a wry smile.

“Actually, I’m less of a sure thing than most people think.  But the fact that men think I am is enough.”

“I can see that.”

“Women have it a lot easier,” Sherri asserted.

“Well,” I began.  “Not all women.  Let me tell you about what happened with Tina the next day . . .”

*  *  *
The phone rang Wednesday evening just after dinner.  It was Tina.

“Joe, can you meet me at the Student Union?  Out front by Old Main?”  Her voice carried a note of concern.

“Sure.  Anything wrong?”

“No,” Tina answered.  “Not really.”

“Okay.  I can be there in about twenty minutes.”

We hung up and I hiked over to campus, my mind awhirl with guesses as to what might be up.  Tina was sitting on a bench when I approached and she stood when I arrived.  I greeted her with a deep hug.  There was something in her eye when I pulled back, so I didn’t try to kiss her.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Well . . . I’ve been thinking a lot about last night—which I enjoyed a lot!  But like I said, I’ve had all these thoughts and I don’t have anyone to talk to about them.”

“Ah,” I said.  We sat back down on the bench side by side.  “We did move a little fast.”

“Yes.  No.  It’s not the speed,” Tina said.  “It’s just . . just so new.  I mean, I loved what you did to me.  And I’m really glad you . . . enjoyed yourself too.”

“I imagine that was the first time you had semen on your chest though.”  Tina didn’t quite blush, but bit her lip as she gave a wry grin.

“First time for many things,” she said.

“Yeah, I noticed.  I hope everything was okay.”

Tina turned and looked at me.

“It was fine, Joe.  In fact, it was incredible.  It’s just . . . just so new.  And there’s no one I can really talk about it with.  I can’t talk about sex with my family or any of my friends.  They’re too conservative Catholic.”

“All of your friends?”

“Maybe not all,” Tina answered.  “But the ones I might be able to talk to have left Arizona and we don’t speak very often anymore.”

“You can talk about it with me,” I replied.  Tina sighed.

“Some things, Joe.  And that’s really important to me.  That we can talk about the sex, particularly if we’re going to be doing more.  But there are some things I can’t talk with you about.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Like . . . what I should expect when it’s your cock instead of your fingers inside me.”

“Oh.  You’re right.  I can’t help you with that.”

“Or when I’m not sure if I want to suggest something to you,” she said.  “I mean, I’d like to be able to talk things out, but sometimes you need a sounding board and it’s hard for that to be the same person you’re doing stuff with.”

I nodded.

“I’m envious of you and Sharon,” she said.  I stiffened.  “The way you each have someone you can talk to that you’re not sleeping with.”

“That’s true,” I said, slowly relaxing.  I had nothing to be guilty about, I reminded myself.  Sharon and I hadn’t really done anything and besides, it was before I’d really gotten together with Tina.

“I really wish I had a friend I could talk to about sex,” Tina said.

“I could introduce you to Sharon,” I said.  “You could talk to her the next time she calls.”

“That would be a little weird, Joe.  I haven’t even met her, and there’s no way I could talk about sex with someone over the phone that I’ve never met.”  I nodded in agreement.

“Well, what about making some new friends here at college?” I suggested.  “There’s got to be some women in your dorm or your classes you could talk to.  They might not be friends yet, but they could be.”

“Hmmm.”  Tina was looking down, clearly thinking.

“Maybe someone who’s already made comments about sex, showing that they’re comfortable about it,” I suggested.

“There is Marcy.  She’s said some things in the cafeteria. . .” Tina broke off and looked up at me.  Her smile was more relaxed.  “She might be someone I can talk to.  Thanks, Joe.”

“Didn’t do much,” I said.

“You helped.”

“What are friends for?”

“We are becoming friends, aren’t we?” Tina said.

“And lovers,” I replied.  Tina grinned at that.

“True.  But I meant boyfriend/girlfriend.”

“I guess we are,” I admitted.  “Though I’m still worried about what happens when I leave.”

“And I told you we’ll deal with that when it happens,” she said.

“You did,” I replied.  After a pause I added, “and we’ll have a great time until then.”

“Good!”

I reached over and put my arm around Tina.  She snuggled in and we just sat on the bench until a crowd of fraternity guys came out of the Student Union, laughing and joking and yelling at one another.  I became rather self-conscious of how public we were.

“What to go for a walk?” I suggested.

“Sure.”

We wandered east, in what was starting to become a regular route.  We dipped around the back of the library this time, cutting between the stadium and the Optical Sciences Center.  In the end, we still wound up at the Chi-O steps.

“Seems like we just can’t stay away from here,” Tina mused.

“Must be some sort of magnetic attraction,” I replied.  “Maybe we should check the steps.  See if there are any transmitters or anything.”

“I doubt it,” she said, as we walked up the steps and into the corner shadows.  I sat down with my back to the wall and Tina nestled into my side.

“Can we just cuddle and talk?” she asked.

“Sure,” I replied, putting my arms around her.  “What would you like to talk about?”

“Tell me about your first time,” she asked.  I let out a long deep breath.

“Okay,” I said.  “It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t the end-all, be-all.  It was with my high school girlfriend.  Her parents both worked so we’d go to her house and fool around after school.  We’d started doing more and more, usually with both of us naked.  We’d progressed to dry humping and one day I was lined up just right and on impulse, I pushed in.”

“Without a condom or anything?”

“Nope.  Of course, I realized that almost immediately and pulled out.  I was shocked by my own actions and scared of what I might have done if I’d kept going.  She wasn’t on the pill, so I could have gotten her pregnant.  But I didn’t.  We spent the rest of the afternoon just cuddling while I took the whole experience in.”

“What did you do after that?” Tina  asked.

“Well, she went down to Planned Parenthood and got on the pill.  I bought some condoms and a few weeks later, we did it for real.  Or did it deliberately, I guess.”

“Planned Parenthood will put you on the pill?  Without telling your parents?”

“Yes,” I answered.  “Though I wasn’t with her, so I don’t know what was involved.”

“Mmmm.”  Tina snuggled in a little more and I stroked her back lightly.  I thought about asking her about her first time, but I knew that was a stupid question.  But replaying our earlier conversations in my mind gave me an idea.

“Well, I’d ask you about your experiences,” I said, “but I think you’ve already told me most of them.”

“Yes.”

“So, you mentioned you wanted to explore.  How about telling me about some of the things you’d like to do?  What exactly would you like to explore?”

Tina let out a long breath.

“There are a lot of things,” she said.  “But can we talk about that another time?  Maybe Friday?  I just want to be held and not start talking about things that will get us worked up.”

“Sounds good,” I replied.  I didn’t know what else to say, so I just continued holding her.  The silence stretched amiably for several minutes.

“Were you in love with your high school girlfriend?” Tina asked after a while.  I sighed.

“I thought I was,” I began.  “We certainly used those words with each other, but not at first.  In hindsight, I think it was mostly a mutual crush, coupled with a strong physical attraction.  I don’t think I had an idea what love was until Alicia.”

“She was the one you dated before you came here,” Tina stated.

“She was.  I was crazy about her.  I couldn’t imagine life without her.  We were together constantly until I left for Tucson.  And then . . . apparently the feelings weren’t as strong on both sides.”

“That must have been hard.”

“It was,” I answered.  “But I survived.  And Sharon helped.  And then I met you.”  Tina squeezed me with those last words.  I grimaced, but in the dark with her head turned the other way, she couldn’t see me.  She’d taken my comment to imply more feelings on my part than I’d intended, but I didn’t see any way to correct that without making things worse.

“So were you in love with your high school girlfriend before you two slept together?” Tina asked.  I gave a low chuckle.

“I think it was the reverse,” I said.  “I convinced myself that I was in love with her because we were sleeping together.  In hindsight, that was a head trip I went on because of my own expectations.”

Tina made a small noise of sympathy.

“I don’t think you have to be in love with someone to have sex with them,” I continued.  “I had a one-night stand with a friend just before I met Alicia and it was pretty good.  I don’t have any regrets about it.”

“It was with a friend?” Tina asked.

“Uh huh.  There had always been an attraction between us, but we were dating other people.  One night we ran into each other at a party and we both happened to be single.  She came back to my dorm room.  The next morning we’d decided that we’d had a good time, other than the hangovers, of course.  She ended up meeting someone serious before we ever got together again.”

“Would you have?  Gotten together again?”

“I like to think so,” I said. “The sex was good, and the friendship was strong.  I think it’s important to be able to trust the person you’re sleeping with, and that requires at least a friendship.”

“Mmmm.”  Tina snuggled a little tighter.  “Are you still friends?”

“We lost touch when I got involved with Alicia,” I admitted.  “She moved and I didn’t get her new address. I heard she was doing well from some mutual friends but we never re-established contact.”

“Oh.”

“That’s okay,” I said.  “I still have good memories of that night and no regrets.”

“No regrets.  I like that.”

“That’s why I’m willing to move slowly.  I don’t want you to have regrets either.”

Tina just hugged me in reply.  I continued to hold her, feeling her warmth against me and listening to the distant traffic.  After a while, she pulled away, shaking and stretching a little.

“I still have a lot of studying to do tonight,” she said.

“No problem.  We’ll be getting together Friday.”  Tina smiled.

“Thanks, Joe,” she said.  “For being so supportive.”

“Again, not a problem,” I said.  Tina leaned in and lightly, almost chastely, kissed me on the lips. 

“You’re a great guy,” she said.  I couldn’t help blushing.

We got up and I walked Tina back to her dorm.  She gave me another kiss goodbye, this one with a little more passion, before turning and heading down the hall.

*  *  *

“Why do you say you were in love with Alicia?” Sherri asked.

“I wanted to marry her,” I answered.

“That doesn’t mean anything.  People get married for all sorts of reasons,” she replied.  “David wanted to marry Bathsheba, but that wasn’t love.”

“What?” I asked.

“In the Bible,” Sherri explained.  “King David saw Bathsheba bathing on her roof and arranged for her husband to get killed in battle so he could marry her.  It wasn’t love.  Lust, maybe.  Definitely coveting thy neighbor’s wife, in violation of the Ten Commandments.  He also broke the commandment against adultery.  But all it cost him was Solomon’s older brother, dead of illness.  Not entirely fair, if you ask me, to kill an innocent kid because his father committed one of the supposed Mortal Sins.”

I just stared at Sherri, mouth agape.  She grinned at my surprise.

“But I digress.  Wanting to marry Alicia didn’t mean you loved her.”

“Agreed,” I said, shaking my head as I reconsidered her question.

“I loved being with her,” I said.  “We spent all our time together when I was here and we talked constantly when I was in Tucson.  I loved doing stuff with her, and hanging out together, and of course the sex.  There was a time when I just couldn’t imagine life without her.”

“Okay,” Sherri said, “but is that love?”

“What would you call it?”

Sherri bit her lip and didn’t answer.

“Well, it sounds like you had a good conversation with Tina,” she said.

“Yeah.  Though that was only the first unexpected conversation of the evening . . .”

*  *  *

There was a message from Sharon on the answering machine when I got back to my apartment.  Since it wasn’t too late, I called her back.

“So how did the study date with Tina go?” Sharon asked almost immediately.

“Well, it went fine,” I said.  “But I think Tina had some second thoughts afterward.  She called me and we spent some time talking about it tonight.”

“Everything okay?”

“I think so,” I said.  “It’s all just new to her and she didn’t have anyone to talk to about it.”

“So she called you.  That’s cool.”

“Well, sort of,” I said.  “I mean, it’s cool that she called, but some of the things she wants to talk about, well, I’m not the right person.”

“Sure,” Sharon said.  “It helps to be able to talk to someone you’re not dating.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.  “I suggested she talk to you, but she thought she needed to know you better first.”

“She’s right,” Sharon replied.  “I wouldn’t feel comfortable talking about sex with just anyone.”

“You’re comfortable talking about it with me.”

“You’re not a stranger,” she replied.

“True.”

“So . . . if you suggested that Tina talk to me, you must have mentioned that you and I talk about sex.”

“I did,” I said.  “She seemed okay with that.”

“Good!” Sharon stated emphatically.  I chuckled.

“Hey, I do want to live vicariously,” she said.  I rolled my eyes, which fortunately Sharon couldn’t see.  Why didn’t she just get a date?

“So you want to hear all the explicit details,” I said.

“Sure!”  Then she added, “If you’re willing to share them.”

“I don’t know,” I replied.  “I don’t mind telling you, and I don’t think Tina would mind, but somehow a blow-by-blow over the phone doesn’t feel right.  I mean, I wouldn’t give Allen that level of detail and he’s my friend too.”

Silence from the other end of the phone.

“There was one thing I could use advice on, though,” I said.  “Tina tried to go down on me and . . . . well, it was her first time doing that and she . . .well, are there any pointers I can give her?”  Sharon chuckled.

“Keep practicing,” she said.  “The first time always sucks.  Pardon the pun.  Like anything, you have to do it a while before you get good at it.”

“I certainly did,” I said.

“Enthusiasm helps too,” Sharon continued.  “It’ll be better if she enjoys what she’s doing.”

“True,” I agreed.  “And that’s something she has to decide about on her own.”

“Right.”

“So, what do you enjoy about it?” I asked.

“Oh . . . I enjoy the feel.  And the way his cock pulses and twitches.  I like making him feel good.  It’s fun!”  I chuckled.

“Lucky guy,” I said.

“Damn right!”  The tone in Sharon’s voice was so firm that I cracked up laughing.

“Damn right,” I agreed when I could speak again.  “Anyway, last night went well and we had a good talk tonight, so I think things with Tina are good.”

“Good,” Sharon replied.

“Yeah,” I drawled.  “So how are you?”

Sharon told me about her day and the first part of the week.  Most of it was her usual tussles with school and work and the chores of life.  She did mention meeting a cute guy but he hadn’t asked her out and she wasn’t sure he’d noticed her.  We wound down the conversation later than I’d planned and so I decided to just crash and deal with my homework in the morning.
 
As a result of having to catch up on my homework, Thursday and Friday flew by.  I managed to get the groceries bought before Tina arrived, once again bearing movies.  I’d suggested Annie Hall and Hannah and Her Sisters, by Woody Allen and she’d had no trouble finding them.

Tina taught me some basics of Mexican cooking that night, pressing tortillas, making tomatillo salsa, and preparing basic burritos with a fruit and cilantro side salad.  Dessert was simply chocolate ice cream.  Tina said we’d spent enough time on the other items to not need to prepare a dessert as well.

We were chasing the last lumps of ice cream around our bowls when Tina leaned back in her seat and let out a satisfied sigh.

“What was that for?” I asked.

“I’m happy,” she said with a smile.  “Good food, good company, and no pressing work I have to do.”

“Thank God for Fridays!”

Tina chuckled in response.

“By the way, I’m having lunch with Marcy tomorrow,” Tina said.  “You made a good suggestion Wednesday.”

“I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to talk to me on Wednesday,” I replied.

“Me too.”  We just smiled at me.  Then I had a devilish idea.

“You know,” I began, “you mentioned talking tonight about things you wanted to explore.  Do you still want to?”  Tina caught the leer in my voice, and faked looking coy.

“I don’t know,” she said.  “I might want to talk about some things, but I’m not ready to tell you everything.”

“I can handle that,” I said.  “I’m not sure I want to know everything.  At least not yet.”

“So, what do you want to know?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I said.  “I’ll have to think of some good questions.”

“Do I get to ask you questions in return?”  Tina asked.  I chuckled.

“Sure,” I answered.  “How about we do it twenty questions style?  We alternate asking questions until one of us refuses to answer.”

“And then what?” she asked.  The grin on her face told me she had very definite ideas of ‘then what.’

“Then . . . the person who doesn’t answer has to do . . . something . . . for the other person.”

“Can that person—the one that things are being done for—pick the ‘something’?”

“Sure,” I replied.

“Good,” Tina said, grinning.

“You can ask first,” I offered.

“Okay . . . what do you find most sexy about a woman?”

“Attitude,” I said.  “A woman who likes sex and isn’t afraid to admit it is very sexy.  My turn.  Do you masturbate?”

Tina blushed and closed her eyes for a moment.  She opened them and met my gaze.

“Yes” she answered.  “Usually with my fingers, though I’ve also used the handle of my hairbrush.”  Ah, that explained the lack of hymen.  “My next question.  What do you find the most sexy about a woman’s appearance?”

“Legs,” I answered immediately.  “I’m a sucker for a woman in stockings and a garter belt.”  Tina pursed her lips, amused.  “What can I say?”  Tina didn’t reply.

“My next question,” I said, “what’s one fantasy you’d like to fulfill?”

Tina let out a deep breath.  “You’re not asking easy questions.”

“But I’m also answering them.  And you can also pass,” I replied.  Tina nodded.

“I’d fantasized about making love on the top of a mountain,” she answered.  “Having the wind blow across my body as my lover caressed me while we looked out at a fantastic sunset.”

“You like the idea of sex outdoors?” I asked.  Tina grinned and nodded.

“So,” she said, “what’s one of your unfulfilled fantasies?”

“The typical male one,” I said.  “Two women at the same time.”  Tina chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“Have you ever fantasized about two men at the same time?” I asked.  Tina shook her head.

“No, not really,” she answered.  “My fantasies generally revolved around one partner at a time.”

“But you’re not disgusted at the idea,” I stated.

“No,” she said.  “I just haven’t fantasized about it.”  I nodded in understanding and Tina looked off, thinking of her next question.

“What’s the wildest thing you’ve done?” she asked.

“Mmmm, that would probably be when my girlfriend surprised me with a blowjob at the airport.”

“At the airport?” Tina was holding back laughter.  I nodded.

“I was dropping her off and she told me to drive to the back of the parking garage.  When we got there, she undid my pants and went down on me.”

“Did you come?”

“Yeah,” I admitted.

“Sounds fun,” Tina replied, salaciously grinning.

“It always is, when a woman surprised you with something sexual.”

“Any other memorable surprises?” Tina asked.

“Well . . . I did have a female friend surprise me by handing me her camera and telling me to take pictures of her in her lingerie.”  Tina started giggling.

“That must have been some surprise!”

“It certainly was,” I replied.

“So . . . what happened after that?” Tina asked.

“A gentleman doesn’t tell,” I answered.

“But you talk about sex with Sharon.  Would you tell her?”

I started to answer and then stopped.  I would, I realized, except I didn’t need to, since I was talking about Sharon.  Did I want to admit that to Tina?  Would she be upset?  I had already said too much.

“I’d probably tell her,” I admitted.

“Oh, okay.”  Tina’s face started to cloud.

“So I should be willing to tell you too,” I said.  “Nothing happened after the photos.  I just went home.  If it had been someone I was more than friends with, like you, I probably would have wanted to do more.”  Tina brightened at my words, reading the earnestness in my expression.

“What do you want to do with me?” she asked.

“Oh, all sorts of things,” I said.  “Movies and cooking and conversation, among others.  Naughtiness on occasion,” I winked with the last sentence and Tina relaxed, smiling.

“Naughtiness?” she asked, faking coy.

“Mmm, hmmm,” I said.  “Sometimes movies and cooking and conversation aren’t enough.  There has to be . . . more.”  I leered and Tina rolled her eyes, laughing silently.

“And is now one of those times?” she asked, still pretending innocence.

“Well, I think it is.  Do you think it is?”

“It could be,” she answered.  “What did you have in mind?”

“Mmmm,” I replied, deliberately and slowly licking my lips.  “Maybe something like last time?”

Tina grinned but didn’t say anything, so I got up from my chair and walked over to her.  She stood at the same time so I took her in my arms and kissed her.  Our kisses were sweet and then hot before we eased ourselves to the floor.

Tina was much more relaxed this time as I slowly undressed her, covering her exposed skin with kisses as I did.  She once again gasped and moaned as I suckled her breasts, but this time ran her fingers lightly over my back as I did so.  Tina also helped me remove her shorts and panties when I moved lower.

I looked up to see Tina smiling at me as I kissed the insides of her thighs.  She was already wet, her scent strong.  I began with a gentle kiss and smiled at her gasp.  Then I held onto her hips and began to lick and suck in earnest.  It didn’t take long for Tina to shriek through her first orgasm.  I backed off only long enough for her to catch her breath and then began kissing and licking again.  Tina’s second orgasm was just as spectacular to watch as her first.

I started gently kissing her mound, preparing to go for a third when Tina tapped me on the shoulder.  I looked up to see her motioning me to slide up.  I wrapped her in my arms and started kissing her.  She passionately returned the kisses and then pulled back with a surprised grin.

“I can taste myself on you,” she said.

“Is that a problem?”

“No,” she said.  “I just didn’t realize I . . . could get so wet.”

“You were pretty juicy,” I replied.

“Juicy?”

“Juicy and delicious and wonderful to eat!”  I leaned down and mock-bit her breast, which caused Tina to laugh.  She purred when I turned more serious, sucking hard on her nipple.  I started to kiss my way south again.  Tina stopped me again.

“Can I try again?” she asked.  I nodded and shifted until I was lying on my back.  Tina slid down and gingerly took my cock in her hands.  She looked up and I smiled back down.  Tina let out a breath and then extended her tongue, lightly touching my shaft.  Then she moved forward and lowered her mouth around my cock.

Her technique was better this time.  She never grazed me with her teeth and she seemed to be able to maintain a rhythm better than before.  She paused on bobbing up and down a few times to run her tongue down the entire length of my shaft.  It felt good.

Good, but not great.  Fairly quickly, I knew I wasn’t going to come.  After about five minutes Tina figured that out herself. She paused and looked up at me.

“Feels good,” I said encouragingly.  “You’re doing better.”

Tina sighed and moved back up into my arms.  She continued to stroke my cock with her hand.

“Can you show me?” she asked.

“Show you?”

“How you do it yourself?”

“Oh.”  My eyes grew wide as I considered her request.  I’d never masturbated in front of Alicia or my high school girlfriend.  Could I do it, or would it be too weird?

I glanced down at Tina’s naked body, pressed up against mine.  My erection twitched as my eyes passed her breasts and focused on her now-matted pubic hair.  I could do this.

I slid my own hand down on top of Tina’s.  Slowly, she disengaged, putting her hand on my hip, letting me take over.

As I stroked myself, I kept my eyes flitting up and down Tina’s body.  Her eyes were on my cock, so I felt comfortable staring at her breasts and hips.  I played back the memory of her orgasms and felt the energy building in my balls.

Tina came pretty easily, I realized.  Than meant our future sex was going to be a lot of fun, for both of us.  I imagined her coming while she rode astride me.  I imagined watching her shudder and feeling her clamp her pussy down on my cock.

That image pushed me over the edge.  I gasped and spurted semen over my abdomen and stomach.  Tina looked up at me, grinning.

“That looked like it felt good!” she said.

“It was,” I replied as I caught my breath.  Tina dipped a finger into my come and raised it to her mouth.

“Hmmm,” she said after licking her finger clean.  “Doesn’t taste particularly good.”

“Not as good as chocolate,” I replied, “or your juices.”

“True,” she said.  I started to shift so I could sit up and Tina hopped up and dashed to the bathroom.  She returned with a washcloth and began to clean me up.  I shuddered because it was cold and Tina promised to warm it up the next time.  She sat down next to me after she’d returned the cloth to the sink.

“So what now?” I asked.

“We watch the movie,” Tina answered.  I grinned back.  While I got the leftover food put away, Tina set up the VCR.  Then, still both nude, we settled in to enjoy the remainder of the night.

--fin--
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