Let's Make a Deal Pt. 05

Martha stood up and pulled her pants off, then her panties. "Does that answer your question?"

An idea struck him. "That's clear. But take the rest off too, please, this time." She looked at him questioningly, but did it. She bent over again, this time more as Lynda had, holding on to the edge of the desktop. He figured that she wanted to be able to have a hand free. He said, "Holding on with one hand, or even no hands, is fine as long as you don't make us fall over." He applied lubrication to them again. This time, he came right up behind her, cupped her breasts in his hands, and nuzzled her neck. She caught her breath sharply. He continued fondling her breasts for a few moments more, then ran his hands down to her hips and butt, and separated the buttocks again. He entered her much more quickly this time, still trying to go slowly enough that he wouldn't hurt her much. He moved his hands back up to her breasts as he began pumping. By this time, Martha was gasping and moaning, and one hand was down between her legs—again, he couldn't see the details, but even where he was he could feel mounting tension and contractions. He gave her shoulder a little nip, and gave more attention to her nipples, and felt her begin to come. Again, he pulled her to him hard, going in as far as he could, and came himself.

He kissed her neck again, and pulled himself out and went off to the bathroom. This time, when he called Martha in, he got another bath towel from the closet where she'd gotten a towel earlier, and then stepped into the shower. When Martha flushed, he really wished he could call her to come into the shower with him, but he didn't. He'd once read, years before, an account of a man who after many years had met a woman he'd once spent a night with, and the son she said was his. They had never actually had intercourse, but lots of external touching had apparently been enough to transfer sperm far enough in to result in pregnancy. He thought about calling and asking Lynda to shower with him, but decided that at this point that also was a really bad idea. He washed very thoroughly, then got out and dried himself. He observed that someone, almost certainly Martha he thought, had brought his clothes in and hung them on the hook on the door. He got dressed.

He looked under the sink, and found a disinfectant cleaner. In the closet, with not too much rummaging, he found what appeared to be cleaning rags. He sprayed and wiped down and rinsed the tub and the shower walls and the shower curtain, then rinsed his rags and hung them over the shower curtain rod.

23. The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley

He went out and found them sitting in the living room. He sat down too. He waited for them to say something, but when they didn't he said, "We've already talked about it some, but I do want to hear your reactions."

Martha said, "It hurt a lot the first time, the second time not so much. In spite of that, it was kind of exciting and good too, and the second time, when I was really turned on and it didn't hurt as much, well, you know what happened. And Lynda told you I don't have orgasms very often or at all easily, so I don't know what to say about that, except that considered just as an orgasm it was way better than average. For me, anyway."

Lynda added, "It didn't hurt me as much, and I told you why. If I wasn't—" She got up and came over and sat in his lap again. "I told you I owed you more than I gave you. Here goes another installment." She kissed him, not a quick peck but without a lot of passion in it. She went on, "If I wasn't feeling kind of mixed up and afraid of having you have real sex with me, I'd be wishing pretty hard that you'd done that instead. This felt uncomfortable but, um, safe, and the part that was good was really, really good. I hope that I can somehow make sex as good, whenever we do it." She kissed him again and said, "Really, thank you for putting up with my being bitchy. I don't understand why I keep being that way, but you've been a gentleman through it all."

"Oh, come on. I'm the gentleman who was poking you in the behind just a little while ago, for my own enjoyment. Don't give me more credit than I'm due."

She said, "I'm not! I understand perfectly well why you put anal sex in just now, you explained it and it made sense, and you haven't asked me to do one thing I didn't say I'd be willing to do! You even offered—offered!—not to insist on kissing and fondling me to make things better for you! Don't try to make it sound as if you've been taking advantage of me!" She got up and went back to the chair she'd been in, and then continued, to Martha, "And I'm sorry I was such a bitch to you last night. It was totally uncalled for. You were right, and that's all there is to it!"

Scott said, "Lynda, I owe you an apology, too. I shouldn't have complained about your teasing earlier. Sometimes you've been teasing but there's seemed to be an edge to it, and I hope you'll stop that. But when I complained I think you were keeping it light, and that's fine. I shouldn't have slapped you down for it."

They all just sat quietly for a few minutes. Scott eventually said, "Are we OK for tomorrow night?"

Martha said, "We're expecting you. I haven't really thought about dinner yet, and you haven't told us what your plans are, I think."

Scott said, "Didn't I? My original plan is kind of in shambles, because of you. (I'm not serious! That's literally true, but I'd rather have what happened than my plan.) The plan was that tomorrow we'd do some making out, kissing and fondling. At that point, with each of you, I know I'd be pretty much ready to insist on being satisfied somehow, and I was going to offer you each the choice of eating me up again or of sex. I was kind of expecting that even then you'd both want to postpone sex. Martha, you'll still have that choice, but I know which I'm expecting from you. Lynda, I have no idea now what you'll choose, and I'd as soon you didn't try to predict it for me. Wait until you actually have to choose."

Lynda looked at Martha and said, "A gentleman through and through."

Scott sighed and said, "Tomorrow morning the same as today, then, and here tomorrow night?" They agreed. They all got up. Martha kissed him at length, and said, "Thank you, Scott". He tried to hold back a little with Lynda, trying not to push her, but she pulled him down to her level and kissed him, if briefly. He said, "Lynda, we're going to have to come up with something different, before too long. My back won't take being bent over that much for very long." Martha hugged him once more in the doorway, and he went out and drove home.

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