Original Post Date: 15 May 2002 

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                Beggars Can't Be... Part 12
             Couldn't Think of Anything Clever
                            by
                      Kenny N Gamera

I woke the next morning alone.  It didn't surprise me until
later when I noticed that the bathroom was not a mess.  It
was damp, but clean.  Only then did it dawn on me like
Archrimedes discovering specific gravity that I had a
houseguest, who was at that point absent.

   I glanced in the mirror and decided that the stubble
could survive an extra few minutes without causing much
harm to the greater universe.  This left me free to search
for Jenny.  I didn't travel far in my quest; she was in the
kitchen, stooped over the twin system of Charlie and kitty
bowl.  She soft stroked the cat who merrily munched his
morning meal.

   "He'll be okay," I overheard her say to him, "Just wait
and see.  It'll be alright."

   "What'll be alright," I asked as I made my way to the
coffee maker.

   Jenny looked up at me and said, "Everything. Charlie is
a little worried about you, you know."

   "No," I replied, pouring myself a cup as I did so, "I
didn't."

   "Humph!"

   "Wha?"

   "Well!"

   "Wha?"

   "Kenny," she stood up, "how could you not notice that he
worries about you?  I could see it all day yesterday."

   "Uh!"

   "You are so clueless!" Shaking her head, she walked over
and gave me a kiss on my cheek.  "I can't decide whether
it's annoying or cute."

   "Uh!"

   "Watch it buster, you're inching into annoying.  Now , I
fed your cat, so you need to make my breakfast."  Jenny
swatted my bare butt in punctuation.

   "Yes'em."

   I made her oatmeal.

   Don't look at the screen like that! It was only fair.
Besides, I did cook it with some raisins for a little added
iron and vitamins and etc.  And Gosh Darn it, it were my
Gol' Darn kitchen and a man can cook whatever he wants;
it's in the Magna Carta.

   And if Jenny tells you otherwise... well you shouldn't
believe anyone who thinks that "Thppt!" is a point winning
argument.  Nor should you believe anyone who thinks that
finger flicks to bruises settle anything either.  I mean,
her arm-twisting couldn't convince me of anything (mostly
because I couldn't think through the pain) so why should
the rest of it.

   She let my arm go eventually and ate her oatmeal.  I had
to zap it in the microwave first to bring it back to an
edible temperature because of the delay.  I ate mine cold,
seeing as how I couldn't afford the time it would take and
still get cleaned up for work.

   Jenny joined me as I shaved my whiskers.  I watched her
in the mirror as she watched me in the mirror.  I resisted
the temptation to set aside my razor and kiss her.  I
merely imagined the foamy aftermath on her face as I
continued to perform for her enjoyment.  Her eyes gleamed
as I pulled my razor through the white foam of the shaving
cream.

   Out of the corner of my eye, I looked as she sat on the
toilet.  She watched each of my movements just as the other
day she had watched Charlie at the food bowl.  Her eyes
traveled with my hand down to the sink and water to rinse
off the discarded hair and shaving cream.  Without the
slightest head movement, she followed it back to my face to
make another pass through my beard.

   By the time I had washed the last bit of the shaving
cream from my face and dried myself, I was grinning as
broadly as she was, which was very broadly indeed.  I
walked over to her and she stood up.  In a flash, she
wrapped her arms around me and gave me a quick kiss.

   "Let's shower."

   "Jenny, I really need to get ready for work."

   "No you don't.  I called in for you."

   "Uh..."

   "I had no problem with either work or school.  Your
boss, Bruce, seemed nice.  But that Humpty..."

   "Stumpy."

   "...Stumpy...thanks...Stumpy is such a dork."

   "Dork?"

   "I hang out with junior high school kids, sue me..."

   "They still call each other dorks?"

   "Last I check."

   "Oh."

   "Now, let me finish my story, silly man."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Well, any way...ah?"

   "Stumpy.  Dork," I suggested.

   "Oh, yes.  Anyway," she began again.  "That Stumpy is
such a dork.  He got all up in arms when I told him that
you weren't coming in again today."

   "Sounds like the little stump."

   "So he wants to know who I am and why I'm calling in for
you."  She developed an e-vile grin.  "So I told him that I
was the girl who's lesbian girlfriend beat you up."

   "Erp!"

   "That's what he said, but not as cute.  Anyway, he gave
the phone to Bruce."

   "What," I asked cautiously, "did you tell him."

   "That I was your new girlfriend and you fell down the
steps changing a light bulb for me."  I let loose a sigh
and she continued, "That should explain the bruises when
you go back to work tomorrow."

   She gave me another kiss, "Let's shower."

   She beamed a guileless smile in my general direction
that flatly told me that she expected her request to me
granted not as if it were a casual suggestion, but as if it
were part of the natural order of events.  Inside, I
shrugged.  It was, I realized, now part of the natural
order.  I took a few steps forward and past Jenny and
reached into the shower stall.

   With a twist, I started the water with the preciseness
of long habit: first the hot, followed by the cold.  I
stuck my hand into the water flow.  The hot water slowly
cleared the pipe between the shower and water heater
downstairs.  The water hitting my hand began to warm.
Eventually, it began to burn; I adjusted the cold water.

   The shower had reached my favourite temperature by the
time my hand had returned from the knob.  I reached back to
the knob twice until I felt the flow had reached the
temperature that I remembered from my earlier shower at
Jenny's.

   I reached my hand out to Jenny, and she took it.  I
pulled her to me.  We embraced each other tightly.  I
covered her mouth with mine, starting a kiss that out
lasted my sense of time.

   Jenny pushed me away.  "Kenny, let's shower."

   "Uh."

   "Now, Kenny.  Before the water turns cold."

   She pushed me into the shower and followed me inside.
The water against my face woke me from the trance.  I
picked my shampoo up from the floor.  With a generous
handful of the soap, I began to wash Jenny's hair.  She
began to wash my chest.

   I looked down at her.  She looked up at me.  I think
that I may have kissed her again, but I may be sinking into
clich  writing again.  Let's just all pretend that this
paragraph didn't happen, okay?

   The shower was short.  It ended as Jenny began to stroke
my penis and when the water turned from tepid to ice cold.
In no hurry, we each began to dry the other.  We got
tangled in our efforts to run towels over each other.
Still, by the time we were dry and covered the distance to
bedroom and bed, I had lost most of my erection.

   Jenny grabbed it again and reached up to kiss me in one
motion.  With both hands, she stroked me as her tongue
explored my mouth.  I reached around and held her against
me.  My renewed erection became trapped against her
stomach.  She wiggled just a tad, which caused me to moan
into her mouth.

   Dragging my feet, I began to inch our locked bodies
forward.  She resisted when the back of her legs touched
the side of the bed.  She pushed back against me.
Wordlessly, I stepped away, one of her arm-lengths from
her.  She went to her knees and took hold of my penis
again.

   She swallowed it slowly but finally completely.  She
left only a couple of finger lengths exposed between the
puff of my pubic bush and her lips.  I lowered my, pausing
to stroke her hair as they dropped.  At her shoulders, I
rested my hands lightly without placing any weight on her.

   She placed her hands on my thighs and used them as
leverage as she pushed her upper body away from my lower
body.  My penis slid along her lips.  With just the glans
in her mouth, she stopped moving back.  Her grip on my body
tightened.  With a sudden jerk, she threw body forward.
She began to hump me with her mouth, using her whole body
to do it.

   I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of my penis
and her mouth and throat, a series of slurps and gags.
Each time my penis entered her throat, I shuttered.  Her
tongue dragged against the bottom of my penis as she pulled
away and pushed back against me.  I reopened my eyes and
looked down to her.  Her eyes were closed and a long string
of drool ran from her lower lip to her leg.

   I lifted a hand to her long, brown hair.  She paused for
a moment and swatted it away with a light push of her hand.
She shoved her head forward with the muscles of her lower
abdomen again and again.  I thought for a moment to pull
her away and throw her on the bed.  Something stopped me
from doing it; like Jenny's voice in my head asking me to
let her do this for me.  Her body language seemed so
relaxed but eager and willing to let me finish this way.

   I let my eyelids drop, again.  The pleasure mounted in
the head of my penis.  It started as a warm, insistent
tingle that preceded a pulse that traveled back to my
testicles.  Each pulse would lessen the feeling slightly,
but not completely and less so each time.  With another
touch, in just the right way, I'd let go.  I ached for it,
but she did not touch me that way.

   The pressure built up.  I needed to have that orgasm,
but it would not come.  It stayed away like a teasing girl
at a church dance.  First here and then not just an arm
length away, giggling and waiting for just the right words.
I fought from grabbing her head and using her to gain that
release by forcing her into the exact rhythm that would
trigger the explosion I yearned for.  I lifted my hands and
grabbed my elbows behind my back.  I locked them there
tightly with my last coherent thought. I lost myself in the
hope that in only a moment that Jenny would hit the right
combination and I'd let go.

   She yanked me forward.  I felt her nose against my
stomach, and she held me there.  My penis twitched once,
twice, and three times, begging for the last little bit of
stimulation that it needed.  She answered by starting to
hum around me.

   I started to pull away, my body rebelling in its need
and preparing to thrust forward.  She grabbed the cheeks of
my buttock and held my hips motionless.  The tingle built
up to a painful intensity, both reluctant and yearning.  I
fought against her: my reward, a little back and forth
motion in her throat.  It wasn't enough.  All I felt was my
penis, the ache and the itch that started to dwell all
along and within it.

   She swallowed.  I felt the muscles of her throat moving
together in that instinctive, rhythmic spasm.  That did the
last bit; I let go.  I felt the pumps of my penile muscle
as the stream of my ejaculate travel along my penis.

   My mind swirled.  I felt nothing.

   When I came back to reality or what passes for it around
these parts, I saw the wicked, evil grin of my ladylove
looking down at me.

   "Sweet revenge."  She stuck her hand out to help me back
to a standing position.  "Now, let's get on the bed."

   "Yes, dear," I droned with a grunt as I stood up.

   "And don't start with that shit."

   "Yes, dear."

   "Ooooo!"  She put her fists to the sides of her waist.
"Kenny, am I going to have to give you to Sherry for a
weekend."

   "No, dear."

   "That's it buster.  You're going to..."

   Before anything else could escape her lips.  I wrapped
an arm around her and pulled her down with me as in dropped
on to the bed.  I rolled as I fell to my back.  Jenny
gracefully straddled my hips with her legs.  She leaned
down so our noses touched.  I sighed.

   After a moment of silence, I added, "I love you, Jenny
Smith."

   "I know, Kenny."  She sighed and lifted her body up and
away from mine.  "I know."

   She used a lazy finger to trace designs on my chest.
She did this silently for a time.  Her face seemed distant
as if she were lost in thought.

   "Kenny, you are only my second man," she said after a
second sigh broke the silence.

   "Jenny, I..."

   "Just listen," she said with another of her smiles;
though this was a little weak.  "This is something that I
have to say.  Okay?"

   I nodded.

   "It was my third year at university, right at the
beginning.  I was no stranger to sex, but it had always
been women, never men.  He was big, he was strong, he was
dumb in a beer commercial sort of way, he was everything
that a woman is supposed to want.  So, I thought what the
hell; I'll give it a shot."

   I smiled inspite of myself.

   "Damn, it turned out to be pretty good.  Sure, he was a
jerk."  She giggled.  "I knew that going in, but I wasn't
after anything permanent.  I had never had any such thing,
and wasn't interested in trying it.  He was just a dildo
with a wallet, but then, I was a sex doll that could tell
him how great he was.  Eventually, I wanted more.  We broke
up and moved on.

   "I wanted a real relationship, Kenny.  And it wasn't
that he wasn't THE guy; it was that he was A guy.  I let
him go looking for another girl to feed his ego and went
looking for a girl of my own to start a life with."

   Another sigh signaled the start of a silent pause.
During which, she continued to move her finger gently
across my chest.

   "Kenny, I'm a lesbian and I'm not going to change that
for you.  I want you to understand that first.  I also want
you to understand that Kimmy was the girl that I found
after my hetro fling.  I still want to spend my life with
her.

   "I love her like I love you, Kenny.  I will be yours,
but remember that I am hers as well.  You are my second
male lover, but you'll be my last and only man if you'll
have me as your woman and don't begrudge me mine."

   She must've noticed the twitter at the corners of the
smile that I was forcing myself to keep.  Otherwise, it may
have been that she noticed the way my heart pounded out and
made my temples pulse with its beat.  Or maybe, she just
saw the tears starting to fill my eyes.  She stroked the
side of my face with her hand.

    "I love you, Kenny, but I love Kimmy just as much.  I
have been faithful to her.  Except for a few times that we
have shared Sherry.  I'll be faithful to you as well, but I
will need to go back to her.  And I can't see you again
until she is ready.  She won't understand right now, and I
will not hurt her.  If..." Jenny released a long sigh.
"She already felt I was going to abandon her for you.  I
wasn't, but she can't understand that."

   "I'm not sure that I understand."

   Jenny slid off of me and moved to the edge of the bed.
She didn't look back at me, as she let her legs dangle over
the edge.  I sat up and moved next to her.  She spoke
again, not looking at me.

   "You've already accepted Kimmy as a condition in my
life.  She hasn't accepted you, though."  She paused for a
deep, drawn out breath that she let go of as a protracted
sigh.  "She's way into woman.  Like me, she's always been
lesbian, but... She doesn't think of guys that way at all.
Except as rivals."

   "Rivals," I asked.

   She nodded her head.  "Her mom broke up with her dad
just as Kimmy was hitting puberty.  Kimmy was already
checking out other girls in the locker room."  She grinned
a quick grin that evaporated like April snow.  "Typical sex
story clich , I know, but... It could've been confusing for
her, but her mom moved them in with a...friend."

   I was my turn with the grin.  She giggled.

   "They weren't terribly discreet about it either, so
Kimmy learned that her feelings were okay.  She even
started her own affair with the woman's daughter.  Her
lover was a few years older and would watch her when their
moms went out.  The girl was heavy into bondage and
dominance.  Kimmy became her slave.

   "Then, her mom met a guy.  They lived with him until
Kimmy started school.  He was almost as bad as her dad.
You know, verbally abusive and the like.  She told me that
he had destroyed the only normal family that she had been
in.  Shortly after that, her lover got married to someone,
too. She feels that every one that she loves gets stolen by
a man."

   "I got that impression the other night."

   "She doesn't hate men..." I snorted a laugh "...well,
she doesn't really.  She's just jealous of what she has and
thinks that all guys want to do is steal it all from her.
Kenny, I know that you could live with me having another
woman..."

   "You do?"

   She smiled knowingly.  "I have my ways.  You don't
realize it, yet.  But you can and will.  You have it in you
to share me with Kimmy like brother and sister.  Kimmy
needs to learn to do this.  If I leave her now, she never
will."

   "You're leaving me, aren't you?"  My voice was weak and
broke a little.

   "Yes."

   "When?"

   "Soon.  Sherry has her in a crash-counseling program
right now.  I called last night while you were asleep and
again this morning before you woke up.  I talked with
Kimmy, too.  I think that she mostly understands what she
did."

   I stared at my feet.  I tried to remember when I last
cut my toenails.  Wiggling my toes, I almost remembered the
spot I may have left the nail trimmers.  Still, I wondered
to myself if they were still there or even if I really left
them there in the first place.

   "Are you losing it again, Kenny?"

   I looked up from my feet to Jenny's face.  The concern
that she must have felt was in her eyes.  Or maybe it was
only something similar but not the same.  I don't know.

   "I think so."

   I looked back at my feet.

   "What can I do?"

   The carpet beyond my feet was a pale, yellowish brown
that was popular a long time ago.

   "Don't go."

   Closed loops of yarn meandered like a stream though
copse-like stands of tall shag.

   "I have to."

   I looked up at the wet blur next to me; tears started to
overflow in the corner of my eyes and run down the side of
my nose.  I tried not to and failed to hold back a big
sniff.  Big boys don't cry, a voice told me from the dark
back corner of my mind, big boys don't go sniff like some
whiny little schoolgirl in a Sunday comic.  I fought
against the tears until my body shook.  They continued to
run past my nose in little blobby floods, like water down a
cartoon garden hose.  I sniffed in again, but held back the
sobs.

   "I'll be back, Kenny."

   No! you won't, I thought.  If you go, I've lost you.
You'll forget me, and you'll forget that you ever loved me.

   "I will always love you."

   If you love me, you wouldn't go.

   "I'll be back."

   The first sob broke loose from my throat.  I threw
myself around her.  She took me in embrace as well.  I
cried through the rest of the day.


                Beggars Can't Be... Part 13
                 There Is No Part Thirteen

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