Let's Make a Deal Pt. 05

He wondered briefly whether, if she'd still been around, she might have gotten Martha straightened out somehow, before he had to fire her. He also wondered whether Julie—whose last name he couldn't recall off hand but who he thought must be the one Lynda was talking about—had left because she didn't want to learn from being told off publicly. Mrs. Wilson would normally have spoken to her privately if possible, but if she was saying things like that in front of the whole office staff, the reprimand would have been given in front of everyone, too.

Scott grabbed dishes and took them to the sink and rinsed them. He let the other two load them into the dishwasher, trying to pay close enough attention that he'd be able to help more in the future.

20. Advance! spare not! nor look behind! Plow deep and straight with all your powers!

After everything was done, they sat at the kitchen table, with coffee for the two women, tea for Scott, and talked about how this was going to work. They decided, even though the kitchen might be better in terms of furnishings, to use the study, which had blinds that could be completely closed. They all felt a little uncomfortable doing this where anyone who came up to the house could see in. The study was also right next to the bathroom.

Scott reminded them of what he'd said the night before. He said, "Afterward, each time, I'm going to want to run off to the bathroom and clean up right away. Now, normally I'll try to always give you complete privacy when you use the toilet. I know that might seem a little silly. After all, I've now seen everything there is to see down there, and with Martha way beyond just seeing. More scruples on my part, if you like. But from what I've read, the sooner you can get things emptied out, as much as you can, the better. So tonight only, as soon as I finish with the toilet, I'll call you to come in while I finish cleaning myself. If you urgently need to use the toilet sooner, tell me right away, and I'll try to get out of the way fast." He paused. "I won't promise to be gentlemanly and not watch, or anything like that. I'll probably enjoy anything I see. When we're all done for the night, I'll want to take a shower." He reminded them—really for Martha, but he spoke generally—that nothing else was on the agenda for that night.

He looked at Martha and said, "I'm still worried that this may turn out to hurt too much. I don't know what to do if it happens, though."

Martha said, "Scott, will you please just quit worrying! I promised to do anything, and I'm not going to back out on you for this."

He said, "I've been, myself, in situations where I said I'd stand up to whatever came, and I meant it and thought I could, but it turned out I was wrong. Sometimes the pain was physical, like what we're talking about now, and sometimes it was emotional, but in the end I just couldn't keep going. We'll leave it at this: I'll try to take it slow. Even if it looks like it's hurting you, I'll assume that you can take it, and are willing to, unless you tell me to stop. If it hurts more than you can stand, tell me to stop, and I will, and we'll just have to figure out what we can do. But don't try to just gut it out if it does hurt too much. I really mean it! OK?"

She took off her pants and panties, and bent over the desk with her butt in the air. Scott took off everything. He took the lubricant and got a big glob on a kleenex, and applied it to himself and spread it around. He took another big glob, pulled Martha's buttocks apart, and applied it, spreading it some but trying to make sure most was left to lubricate the passage in. He threw away the kleenex, then parted her buttocks again, put the head of his penis against her anus, and began to push in, trying to go very slowly.

He was aware that Martha started crying, very quietly, almost right away, but she didn't say anything, and he had promised. He did back out slightly and push in again, trying to go even slower. After a minute he was all the way in, and he paused a few moments before beginning to move in and out, holding on to her hips. He thought that there was enough lubricant, but he tried not to push hard enough to tear anything. In terms of sensations, it was much better than just going into her with a condom had been, the night before, and he found the thought of what he was doing exciting if also somewhat disgusting, enough that it didn't take him long before he ejaculated. When he was all done, he held still for a moment before pulling out. He wasn't sure what he could say or do that wouldn't make her feel worse, so he just went off to the bathroom.

He cleaned himself up as best he could with toilet paper, and urinated and flushed. He opened the door, stuck his head out, and called, "Martha, come on in here." He went over and sat on the edge of the tub, facing in, and started the water running. As Martha came in and sat on the toilet, he got the water temperature adjusted, took the soap, and started washing and rinsing. He continued this until the toilet flushed again. The way he was sitting, he couldn't see Martha at all. When she flushed, he made sure his hands were washed and rinsed, and stood up inside the tub. Martha handed him a towel, and he dried himself and stepped out, folding the towel and laying it over the edge of the tub.

He turned to face her, and took her in his arms and just held her for a minute. He said, "We probably should let Lynda hear anything we have to say about it, but thank you." Lynda pushed the door open the rest of the way, from outside, and said, "Lynda's here listening in case you weren't so thoughtful."

Scott said, "For me it was pretty good, except, well, guilty pleasures. I know it hurt you, and that you were determined not to stop me, so I have no idea how much it hurt or anything else about you. So. How was it for you?"

"Yes, it hurt, a lot at first, then not so much. And yes, I can see why some women ask for it, especially if they do it often enough that it's easier." She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "You were amazingly gentle, but it did hurt. But especially as it went on, it was exciting, too, enough that I'm pretty sorry you've ruled out anything else for tonight. You made that clear enough that I won't try to change your mind."

Lynda put in, "I could see more than you could what she was feeling, Scott. I can tell you she's not putting you on about that, she was heading for being seriously turned on. Not that she would say so if it weren't true. I'm afraid that watching you two turned me on, too. Now, if both of you will clear out, I need some time in here myself. I know it will be a while before Scott can be ready for me, so it may as well be now." She shooed them out and closed the door.

21. La donna è mobile

They went back into the study, and Scott sat down. Martha made no move to get dressed, but came and sat in his lap. She said, "You said, nothing else for tonight, but I hope this much is OK," and she kissed him. He thought about it a moment, then put his arms around her and kissed back. After a little while, he broke off and said, "As long as you do understand that we're not having a repeat of last night, I think it's OK. And even if you did find it exciting, I really do plan and hope that tonight will be the last time ever for this. I'd always wanted to know what it was like, and now I know. It was better just in terms of stimulation than going into you was last night, with the condom, though when you came, things were way better, especially the last time."

After a moment, he added, "You'd probably better get dressed. I'm probably dribbling a little, or will be, and it would be silly to wear a condom and then have you get pregnant because of a few random drops." She pulled her clothes on and came back to his lap. They just sat there for a while. He said, "There are some things I'd like to ask you, but I think Lynda should hear as well, and I'm not ready to raise them with her there. So I'd better not ask."

Martha said, "Total honesty." She sighed. "There's something else I really need to tell you, and now may be the best time. Lynda told you we talked last night, and we did, but it was a big argument, about you, really. I wound up just screaming at her in the end, which didn't help. I don't want to say too much when she's not here, but bringing it up while she's here might be a problem.

"I think she knows better, but she feels like, I don't know, like you turned her down, and then you and I kind of conspired to drag her into this whole thing. Her feelings are all mixed up, I'd say. I hate bringing this up with you behind her back, but I also really, really don't want to tangle you up in another thing like last night. My kissing you, and wanting you, were really the trigger. Try to be gentle with her, will you? She's had a hard time, and sex is pretty touchy for her. In fact, I'm even more surprised that she suggested it to you in the first place than that you agreed to this whole thing, and I still really have a hard time believing that."

He said, "She did say, last night, that she understood that I wasn't taking advantage of her or manipulating her into this. Admittedly, that was before you asked me for sex. I think you're right that her feelings are mixed up. I don't know what I can do about it, though, except be ready to honor what I said about letting her out of the deal if she finds she can't bear going through with it."

He kissed her again briefly, and she just laid her head against his shoulder again.

22. How can I get anything done it they keep changing the rules?

It was a while before Lynda came back, and she had a towel wrapped around her and nothing else on. She was carrying her clothes. She said, "Well, don't you two look comfy! Today was the end of my period. I took a shower. I know you sounded really definite on your program for tonight, but now you don't have to wait on me. In the mean time, are you ready yet?"

Scott said, "Can't you see for yourself?" He wasn't completely limp by now, but he wasn't very erect either. He went on, "Of course, sitting like this has some effect, but we haven't been doing anything but sit. A couple of brief kisses, but no more. It probably won't take too much longer, but in the mean time . . . " He looked at Martha. "If it's OK with both of you, could you let Lynda sit there for a few minutes instead?" He gave her a brief hug. She got up. Lynda looked at them, then laid her clothes down on a filing cabinet. She unwrapped the towel from around her and added it to the heap. She said, "Well, do you like what you see?"

"Stop fishing for compliments. You heard Martha say you're beautiful, earlier. You've heard me say it, more than once." Martha looked at him questioningly, and he said, "It came up last week, when she first came to see me. It just didn't make it into the summary I gave you." To Lynda again: "You have the kind of figure that, these days, is about as perfect as it gets, and taking your clothes off just shows it off to better advantage. And, as Martha said after she asked the same question—and she was partly serious, I think—you should be able to tell by looking at me. I'm not sure whether you're teasing me, or her, but don't."

She said, "Sorry", though she didn't sound very sorry, and then came over and sat down in his lap. She snuggled up against him a little, and said, "We could probably hurry things up a little, couldn't we?" He said, "I got as clean as I could without a shower, but I really don't want your mouth or even your hands on me there. You could kiss me, really kiss me I mean, or I could let my hands wander around, and either of those could be pretty arousing, but I wasn't going to try to push you ahead into those things until tomorrow. Of course, I couldn't really stop you if you thought you were ready to go ahead with it and started kissing me, could I? Without being pretty rude?"

She looked at him, and then said, very seriously, "If you really mean that, and you're sure it's OK with you, let's wait, please." She put her arms around his neck and bent his head down to kiss him on the cheek, then let go. "And thank you. I know it's a little silly. I'm turned on some from just watching you and Martha, and after all, I know I said I'd do whatever you wanted, but somehow I still feel kind of, I don't know, scared isn't the word, but the thought of you touching me like you did Martha last night makes me feel tense and edgy. And really and truly, I didn't expect that, when I first talked to you last week. I didn't expect it to mean anything to me, but I really thought I could do it with no problem." She rubbed her face against his chest. He thought maybe she was near crying, and wiping tears out of her eyes.

"With what you told me about your last—your only!—experience with a guy, it doesn't sound silly to me, at all. Not one bit! I'm afraid you'll have to go a little out of your comfort zone tomorrow night, if having me in your butt in a few minutes is somehow in your comfort zone, but I honestly am trying not to push you faster than you're willing to go, especially on things that might remind you of your first time."

He kept his arms around her waist, not moving to rub anywhere else, but he was finding it difficult just to sit there like that. Lynda without clothes was as beautiful as he could have imagined, and contact with her body added to it. Still, he wasn't feeling as overwhelmed as he had been the night before with Martha. He thought that this was because Martha had already met some of the desperate longing he had felt for simple tenderness and affection. He still didn't understand her opening up to him that way, first just wanting sex with him at all, but then that she'd continued to act more like a loving wife or girlfriend than he ever would have expected. Like she was in love with him, in fact. Still, having Lynda naked in his lap was stiffening him up pretty fast, too. And she might find it less painful, or even just less uncomfortable, if he weren't totally aroused. He thought he was ready enough to go ahead. He said so, and they got up.

She took hold of the edge of the desk, bending over. She was enough shorter than Martha that the angle was going to be kind of awkward, Scott thought. He lubricated them both, and began working his way in. After a moment, Lynda said, "You don't have to go that slow. Not too fast, but just go on in." He took her at her word. She definitely wasn't quite as tight as Martha had been. When he was in all the way, he paused a moment and then began thrusting in and out. Soon, he noticed that she had taken one hand off the desk and had it down by her crotch—not that he could really see what she was doing. He tried to make sure that his grip on her hips was firm enough that they wouldn't lose their balance. Lynda seemed to be panting. She gasped, "Faster, please!" As he came to the point of climax, he thrust in as far as he could and barely moved, then abruptly ejaculated. At that point, Lynda came herself, moaning fairly loudly and writhing a bit. To his surprise, he could feel spasms a little like those of the vagina, though less intense. While her orgasm didn't go on and on the way Martha's had the night before, it wasn't brief, either. Scott waited until she seemed to be done, merely panting a bit, and then withdrew.

Lynda turned around and looked at him. "Scott, I will really kiss you, after that, but I know you want to clean up first." He nodded and turned to go out, when Martha said, "Scott, I know you want to take a shower too, but can you please wait a little more for it?"

He wondered what she could possibly have in mind at that point—his only guess, that she wanted to join him in the shower, seemed really unlikely—but he wanted to clean up, not stand and talk about anything. So he just said, "OK," and went on into the bathroom. After his initial cleanup, he called Lynda in. He found his towel—Lynda had, understandably, hung it up when she took her shower—and proceeded to clean himself as thoroughly as he could. Lynda apparently wasn't through on the toilet yet, but, well, he had warned them. He walked out past her, not making a point of watching but not making a point of avoiding looking either.

Scott and Martha just sat looking at each other. Scott didn't get dressed, because he wasn't sure what Martha had in mind, and Martha didn't say anything. When Lynda came in, a minute or two later, she stood and looked at them and said, "OK, this doesn't look so cozy. What's up?" She started for her chair, and then said, "Almost forgot!" and came over and gave Scott a fairly serious kiss. She told him, "You earned that, and I really did owe it to you. And more, but not just yet, I think. Please. I am grateful, you're being so patient and considerate, and I meant every bit of that kiss, but I'm still not really ready for more." She went and sat down, and repeated, "So what's up?"

Scott looked at Martha. She said, "It's this. Scott, would you do that again, with me? Please?"

Scott again felt like she was jerking the rug from under him. "Martha, you cried the whole time! I know you were determined not to back out, but you don't need to prove to me that you can take it!"

She said, "It won't hurt the same way this time, I'm sure of it. I'm already stretched out, for a while. I'm a little sore, yes, but not bad enough to be a big problem. And I was getting turned on the first time, by the end, and then watching you with Lynda . . . I want to try it again. Please."

He turned and looked at Lynda. "Lynda, will you please explain to me how you managed? I really need to understand both of you, on this."

Lynda said, "Part of it is like Martha said. Watching you with her got me really turned on. I don't really understand that part myself, but it's true. But beyond that—I knew my turn was coming up, and I saw that it really did hurt Martha—even though she enjoyed it too!—and I knew I had some time before you were ready to go again. So before I took my shower, I did what you said, and tried to empty myself as much as I could. Then I took a dildo that's been lying around in a drawer ever since I've lived here, and stuck it in myself. I did lubricate it, and it was under my control, if it hurt too much I could just wait a moment and then try again, I could take it as slow as I needed, so that really didn't hurt at all. And that turned me on even more, too. So anyway, when you did it to me, I was stretched out a lot. If you did it every day for a week or something, it would probably be easier, but it really didn't hurt much at all. And like I said I was really turned on by that point, even with a shower to cool me down, which it didn't. I hope that explains it well enough for you. As I say, I don't really understand it all myself.

"Martha, was that dildo the one you were saying Helen used on you? It fits your description."

"No, she took that with her, I'm sure she liked it too much to ever leave it behind. She always brought it and took it away in a big purse she liked to carry. Someone else, I don't know who, who stayed in your room overnight must have brought it and used it on herself and left it. I'd forgotten all about it. But yes, Helen's was about like that."

Scott's imagination was firing up, exciting him in spite of himself. He said, "I hate to sound like a broken record, but this is really, really against my better judgment. Martha, if you're really sure, OK. I'll enjoy it, I already know, but I also hate it. So, you're really, really sure you want to do this?" It occurred to him that he needed to come up with a different metaphor. Lynda wouldn't ever have heard a vinyl record with a scratch or break in it.