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deep as I could. I knew exactly what I wanted. I was going to make him come, and I would not let him go. I would keep sucking until he begged for mercy.
I was drunk on my own insanity, and missed his orgasm. The stream hit me in the mouth and, when I drew away, in the face. Who was moaning now, huh? Sadly, I didn’t manage to wring a second orgasm out of John, like I had wanted to. I kept firm hold of his balls and sucked up everything, to the last drop, until the last of his tremors died down and his erection started to fade. Now we were even!
I looked at John. He was smiling, relaxed, and it was impossible to comprehend how this man with the impeccable manners could possibly be the type of person he had just been. He jumped lightly off the couch and grabbed me by the hand, laughing.
“What a surprise you are! I never expected that. So quiet and shy. But no more adventures for you, now. You’re tired and you need to rest.”
And he carries me into my room, puts me to bed, and tucks me in carefully. I feel dead tired.
“Sleep a little, and I’ll clean up here and get going. It’s late.”
And I pass out cold, even though it is still not quite noon.
Chapter 12. A Weekend with Paul. Saturday
When I wake up, there’s nobody else in my room or in my bed. I can hear the noise of dishes coming from the kitchen downstairs, and the smell of meat cooking. I realize, surprised, that I’ve been asleep for hours. What happened? I had sex with John, and John is somebody else’s husband. Rachel’s husband. And I adore Rachel. It was the sort of sex that was completely out of the ordinary for me. I’ve never had such strong orgasms before. I received colossal pleasure from a man I hardly know, a man for whom I have no romantic feelings. Why? I remember how I felt during our photo shoot, as if some sort of hidden doors had opened up inside me. My body became an object of art. And that body was capable of receiving and giving pleasure. Enormous, incredible pleasure. I had tasted the forbidden fruit, and I had found it unbelievably delicious.
Which reminds me... I’m hungry. Starving! I take a quick shower, get dressed, and run downstairs. The man standing at the sink with his back to me turns around. It’s Paul. I scan the room warily. Everything is clean and put away neatly. John has done a perfect job of tidying up. No visible traces remain of our photo shoot or of what we did afterwards. Even my underwear has disappeared.
Inside, I wince. What am I going to tell Paul? How can I tell him? How can I talk to him about anything now? I look at Paul as if I’m seeing him for the first time. I meet a serious gaze from his big blue eyes.
“Hi. You were totally out of it. Look, the steaks are almost ready. Hungry?”
“Very! Have you been here long?”
“I got here maybe an hour ago. Managed to get out of the city early. I really wanted to see you. I missed you.” Paul looks at me, and his cheeks flush scarlet.
I realize that I missed him terribly, too, and I’m very happy to see him. Although... along with that happiness, I feel incredibly awkward. How are things going to be between us now? I’m afraid to walk up close to him, for some reason, or to give him a hug and a kiss. Have I really spoiled everything? Everything had been so easy and natural between us, ever since we first met... was that no longer possible? I look at Paul. There is such sadness in his eyes that it frightens me. Maybe he saw John leaving, or spoke with him. Should I tell Paul about what happened here today? Do I want to tell him? I don’t want to hurt him, but that would hurt. Or would it? Who am I now? A fallen woman? A woman who has taken a lover? Have I taken a lover? I understand nothing.
“Let’s eat, or the steaks are going to burn,” says Paul, his voice hoarse.
We sit down at the table. Paul starts talking about how he got lost while driving here. He had thought of a way to redo his screenplay. Actually, he says, John had
I was drunk on my own insanity, and missed his orgasm. The stream hit me in the mouth and, when I drew away, in the face. Who was moaning now, huh? Sadly, I didn’t manage to wring a second orgasm out of John, like I had wanted to. I kept firm hold of his balls and sucked up everything, to the last drop, until the last of his tremors died down and his erection started to fade. Now we were even!
I looked at John. He was smiling, relaxed, and it was impossible to comprehend how this man with the impeccable manners could possibly be the type of person he had just been. He jumped lightly off the couch and grabbed me by the hand, laughing.
“What a surprise you are! I never expected that. So quiet and shy. But no more adventures for you, now. You’re tired and you need to rest.”
And he carries me into my room, puts me to bed, and tucks me in carefully. I feel dead tired.
“Sleep a little, and I’ll clean up here and get going. It’s late.”
And I pass out cold, even though it is still not quite noon.
Chapter 12. A Weekend with Paul. Saturday
When I wake up, there’s nobody else in my room or in my bed. I can hear the noise of dishes coming from the kitchen downstairs, and the smell of meat cooking. I realize, surprised, that I’ve been asleep for hours. What happened? I had sex with John, and John is somebody else’s husband. Rachel’s husband. And I adore Rachel. It was the sort of sex that was completely out of the ordinary for me. I’ve never had such strong orgasms before. I received colossal pleasure from a man I hardly know, a man for whom I have no romantic feelings. Why? I remember how I felt during our photo shoot, as if some sort of hidden doors had opened up inside me. My body became an object of art. And that body was capable of receiving and giving pleasure. Enormous, incredible pleasure. I had tasted the forbidden fruit, and I had found it unbelievably delicious.
Which reminds me... I’m hungry. Starving! I take a quick shower, get dressed, and run downstairs. The man standing at the sink with his back to me turns around. It’s Paul. I scan the room warily. Everything is clean and put away neatly. John has done a perfect job of tidying up. No visible traces remain of our photo shoot or of what we did afterwards. Even my underwear has disappeared.
Inside, I wince. What am I going to tell Paul? How can I tell him? How can I talk to him about anything now? I look at Paul as if I’m seeing him for the first time. I meet a serious gaze from his big blue eyes.
“Hi. You were totally out of it. Look, the steaks are almost ready. Hungry?”
“Very! Have you been here long?”
“I got here maybe an hour ago. Managed to get out of the city early. I really wanted to see you. I missed you.” Paul looks at me, and his cheeks flush scarlet.
I realize that I missed him terribly, too, and I’m very happy to see him. Although... along with that happiness, I feel incredibly awkward. How are things going to be between us now? I’m afraid to walk up close to him, for some reason, or to give him a hug and a kiss. Have I really spoiled everything? Everything had been so easy and natural between us, ever since we first met... was that no longer possible? I look at Paul. There is such sadness in his eyes that it frightens me. Maybe he saw John leaving, or spoke with him. Should I tell Paul about what happened here today? Do I want to tell him? I don’t want to hurt him, but that would hurt. Or would it? Who am I now? A fallen woman? A woman who has taken a lover? Have I taken a lover? I understand nothing.
“Let’s eat, or the steaks are going to burn,” says Paul, his voice hoarse.
We sit down at the table. Paul starts talking about how he got lost while driving here. He had thought of a way to redo his screenplay. Actually, he says, John had
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