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Segolene's Triangle

By: ms_4tune



Luis sat in his running shorts on the small back porch, drinking coffee and looking out over a small garden, preferring to run early to avoid the heat but also to get the workout over with as soon as possible. As he gazed into the red glow of the rising sun, he bit his lip in thought; the unexpected phone call of three days ago still haunted him. It had been seven, eight years since he last spoke with Nora. Even after all that time, the recollection was still fresh. 

December; she finished her last exam of the semester and waited in the lobby of the dorm for a taxi to take her to the train station. It was Friday; she could have waited until Saturday morning but she did not want to prolong the situation. On Wednesday she said, "I'm not coming back next semester." Luis suspected something like this. A subtle, nuanced change had affected their relationship. He saw it but ignored it; Nora knew it but did not want to face it. Finally the words were said and by Friday it would be over.

Luis also recalled the first time he saw her. A cold autumn afternoon, the football team just lost a close game to their intra-state rival. Luis played well. The entire team played well. They just were beaten. Walking off the field, through the chain link gate he looked to his left and noticed her standing next to a guy who had his arm protectively around her. A mass of light red hair, agitated by the wind, fell in disarray about her shoulders. A bulky knit sweater concealed her ample bust. Faded, blue jeans clung to her legs and crotch. A voluptuous mouth, permanently fixed in a seductive pout sprang to a smile when he caught her gaze.

The circumstance of how he met her were lost but from that day until fifteen months later when they parted at the dorm lobby, was a rollicking spontaneous, uninhibited sexual free-for-all. Nora was 'new' money, suburban, accustomed to nice things, abundant attention and getting what she wanted. Luis was streetwise, confident; happy just to be surviving. In many ways they were polar opposites but that is what kept them together. The unadmitted realization that this would never last, like a dying star, kept the intensity going. 

Luis made his way to the front stoop to sit and wait.

The car slowed at the corner and the passenger's eyes jumped up from the map to scan the street sign. As the car turned, Nora spotted an open space and eased the car to the curb. The passenger stared intently at the house addresses and commented. "It is over there on the other side of the street". With that Nora put the car into park but let the engine idle. "Over there" Segolene repeated and turned. 

Nora's face flushed as she fumbled for words. "This must be a movie set". Her eyes swept down the long uninterrupted row of narrow tightly packed brick town houses. "I don't know anyone who would live in a place like this"

"Well, you know one person and it is probably that guy sitting on the front steps" Segolene retorted. "Let's go check".

Luis watched the duo from the top of the stoop. 'They are cast from the same mold' was his first reaction. From the shoulders down they could pass for twins; both had a little extra baby fat, very amble bust and sturdy legs. Nora was more short-waisted which made her seem shorter. Facially they were very different. Nora was still the well coiffed blonde with a fair complexion and the seductive pout. Her friend was darker; dark eyes and extremely dark hair which billowed wildly about her shoulders. The sight of Nora still aroused a sense of lust although tempered by the intervening years. Her friend aroused his curiosity.

The passenger made eye contact as she approached the steps. "You must be Luis. I'm Segolene" she stated as she extended her hand. Luis nodded and accepted the handshake. "Nora is a bit frightened by the neighborhood. Do you think she will be safe?"

Luis smiled not knowing if the comments were meant to be taken seriously or not. "Do you feel threatened?" he retorted. 

"Hell no" was the immediate response, "but I wasn't raised in a gated community either. This is a bit of a shock to her." Her comments had a peculiar sound to them. 

Luis mentally recapped their fifteen months; piecing together the various locales and venues they haunted together. He retrieved memory fragments; the smoky bars and music clubs where nobody asked your age; riding his motorcycle through the west side slums because they were the most direct route through the city; the nights in the woods that abutted the train tracks where they unabashedly indulged their sexual desires within earshot of the rundown row houses across the railway. He glanced up and down the litter free street with its tidy houses; 'she either was not paying attention to the surroundings or her memory is fading' he thought.

He stepped towards Nora as she approached and gave her a welcoming hug. She held him slightly longer than just friends but not long enough to revive lost feelings. "How are you doing?" she asked with the hint of a lingering New York accent. 

"Fine. And you?"

"Things are going good for me too." As she replied, Nora gestured with her hands to display, perhaps unconsciously, the large diamond engagement ring and wedding band combination. Luis noticed but did not acknowledge.

"Come on in and I will give you the nickel tour of the place." Luis opened the door and beckoned them in. Segolene enthusiastically looked around the long, narrow, sparsely appointed room. "This is quite charming; slightly Bohemian but not subterranean". She chuckled at her 'subterranean' description as she walked about. 

"You have some nice artwork. That is a Daumier." Luis stepped behind her as she pointed to the etching on the wall. 

"I don't think it is an original. I bought it at a yard sale for a few buck but it had a battered frame. I reframed it. That is why it looks good."

"Oh no! Look at the number in the corner. This is a numbered lithograph. It is 'original' but it is not unique. There was run of 125 before they scored the plate. Keep that one!" Segolene proceeded along the wall and stopped. "Calder" she exclaimed, "an interesting but not exceptionally valuable piece." She turned and sighed, "This I really like." She extended a finger to the edge of the frame and traced it along the perimeter. "There" she smiled over her shoulder at Luis, "this is a Gantner. See the signature. He is one of my favorites. How did you acquire such an 'eclectic' mix?"

Luis was taken back. He never had an eye for art, much less value. Most everything on the walls he purchased at yard sales or auctions, not because he thought them valuable but because he liked them or thought them interesting.

Nora walked slowly down the length of the room. . She could only guess but, maybe 13 feet wide and 30 feet from the front wall to the kitchen. 'My bathroom is larger that this', she thought. The kitchen was compact, economical and neat, but also quite small. The back door led to a deck overlooking a postage stamp size yard enclosed with a chain link fence. An alley separated the backs of the houses from those on the next street. 'Could I live in a place like this?' she thought rhetorically.

She re-entered the house as Segolene continued to lecture Luis on his art. Nora waxed nostalgic. 'Did I make the wrong choice?' she mused. Jimmy offered everything she always wanted; anything material, social status and most of all, not just security but excess wealth. Still, her doubts lingered. Luis will be very successful. He is focused and intelligent, but for Nora, he was not ambitious, at least not in a monetary sense. He was not an acquirer. Having things was not a priority as much as doing things. But perhaps she could have changed him.

The recollections percolated in Nora's memory. The carefree existence they shared in college; his constantly sputtering motorcycle, the spontaneous mini-adventures, but most of all the unbridled sex. She selected a memory and relived the scenes the same way she did when she was alone in bed and needed comfort. The way Luis drove across the lawn, Nora ran from the dorm, swung behind him. Draped over the handlebars was rolled up blanket. She clung to his waist as he accelerated away. The destination was anywhere secluded. She favored the far side of the old reservoir, maneuvering the cycle around the barricade and into the woods. There they spread the blanket. The word 'oral' still aroused Nora. The feel of Luis's rough whiskers chafing her inner thighs, his warm breath stimulating her wet crotch as it pulled away. Reflexively, her hand drifted towards the intersection of her legs and pressed. 

The sound of Segolene voice startled Nora. "Want something to drink?" she inquired from the kitchen. "There is beer, wine, soda, water and a variety of mixed concoctions." 

Nora recalled the halcyon Sunday morning; exhausted from sex but invigorated by a large pitcher of Bloody Marys. Did she still have the same capacity for sex and alcohol as she did then? She pondered and replied, "A Bloody Mary, if there is one." 

Muted voices and rustling drifted about in the kitchen as the door opened with Luis holding a large pitcher of dark red liquid which he placed on the small table. Segolene followed with glasses and assorted condiments. 

"That was quick. I guess old habits never die." Nora remarked as Segolene poured three tall glasses and passed them around. They nodded towards each other and raised the glasses.

Small talk occupied the next several minutes. It was an attempt to catch up but not reunite or relive any hurtful experiences and it seemed to succeed at that. Luis cast his eyes between them. "What are you three planning for the rest of the day?" The 'three' was a reference to Jimmy of course. "I know what you have in mind" Luis grinned as he nodded towards Nora, "anything else?" 

"I was hoping to photograph some monuments." Segolene added lightly, "I have an ongoing quest to document and photograph as many monuments in as many cities as possible." 

"Why go to DC? If you have not documented Baltimore, we can do that. We can fire up the motorcycle and cruise through the back streets looking for publicly financed works of art."

"You still have that motorcycle!" Nora blurted. "That was an antique when I rode on that piece of shit. Segolene, don't do it."

"What do you mean 'antique'? You never complained and always said it felt good between your legs and it runs better now than it ever did." They both laughed at the shared memory but let it pass without reflection.

Luis addressed Segolene, "I don't want to make any assumptions or intrude on your plans, but if you think you would be a 'fifth wheel', you are welcome to stay here. There is a spare room and Nora could pick you up on the return trip."

A twinge of envy sprang up in Nora's belly. True, Segolene may be an inconvenience for Nora and Jimmy but Nora would prefer putting up with that inconvenience rather than leave her unattended in the home of a former lover. Ever the stoic, she bit her lip gently, fumed inside and said nothing. 

Segolene was surprised by the invitation. She planned to be making this trip with a companion but complications arose and he bailed out at the last moment. She did not want to desert Nora, but now she did feel like a 'fifth wheel'. She glanced at Nora then back to Luis. "I . . . I don't know. What do you think Nora?"

Nora felt cornered. Segolene was too good of a friend to make her turn down the offer. Segolene would have a good time and that was fair. Even though she had not cared about Luis or who may be sharing his bed, she did not want her best friend spending a weekend with him. 'If he is not with me; I don't want him with any of my friends', she thought almost out loud. The firefight of emotions ended quickly. "Sounds like fun! That motorcycle is not as bad as I said. You can fill me in on the details during the ride home." With that Nora started the obligatory farewell hugs and prepared to venture on to her tryst alone.

Luis carried Segolene's suitcase into the living room. "You may not want to wear that on the motorcycle." Luis gestured towards her skirt. "It may give the residents quite a show and you should not give them something they didn't pay for." He joked. 

Segolene unzipped the suitcase and removed a pair of neatly folded jeans from the top. She stepped out of her loafers and into the jeans pulling them up under her skirt. After fiddling with the waist for a few seconds, she unsnapped the skirt, stepped out of it and deposited it in the suitcase where the jeans had been. "There! Is that better?" She then picked up an over the shoulder courier pouch; checked the contents; camera, note book, pens; put the strap over her head so it crossed her body. "Ready!"

Luis marveled at her economy of motion. He wanted to ask her if she had rehearsed the part. Instead, he picked up two helmets and started out the back door. "Rider's up!" he barked as he wrestled the bike from under the porch into the alley. "Looks like rain" he noted casually.

Segolene struggled to fit the helmet fashionably over her bountiful mane before giving up and letting her hair haphazardly flail out the back and side. 

"Ever ride on a motorcycle?" he asked. Segolene nodded "No". 

"OK. Here is the deal. You become part of the bike. Don't twist or squirm or panic. If you want to stop, just tell me. Keep your feet on the rests. Hold on. Keep your back straight and in the same plane as the bike. Let me steer. When the bike leans, lean with it. I will take it easy until you get used to it." With that he straddled the motorcycle and balanced it. 

Segolene gingerly eased herself behind him, propped her feet on the narrow rests, and reached her arms around his waist. "All set?" He felt her helmet tap his back as she nodded assent. He pressed the started and the engine came to life with a throaty roar. The vibration between Segolene's legs aroused her. 'This is what Nora longed for', she thought as she closed her eyes and clung to Luis's waist. He eased off the clutch, the bike wobbled slightly, steadied itself as it picked up speed and head out into traffic.

She sensed the speed and felt the wind buffet the bike but she did not open her eyes until they slowed and then stopped. "First stop! Everybody out!" Luis ordered. They were in a parking lot less than a mile from where they started. She looked about. "Over there!" Luis pointed across a field to a tall statue of a naked man. "Orpheus" he stated. Segolene approached taking her camera from the courier bag as she did. It was a marvelous statue nicely detailed and very classical. She took her time photographing it from all angles, occasionally jotting notes between takes.

Segolene finished up. "Where to next?" she asked. 

"Well, I thought we could weave east and west while we tend towards the north. We can cut a wide swath through the city that way. Then maybe do some lunch, if it does not rain." He eyed the sky skeptically.

Segolene did not close her eyes this time. Luis sensed her confidence and revved the engine to accelerate. She grasped him tighter until they were up to speed. Then relaxed and upright she looked about as the motorcycle weaved through the narrow side streets; then leaned forward to rest her head against Luis's back as they sped on the main roads. 

Segolene repeated her routine at each stop; photograph the monument from several angles and document the style, inscription and commemoration. By mid-afternoon Luis wheeled the motorcycle next to a small triangle of grass in a residential neighborhood. At one of the corners was a short stone pedestal with a bronze bust. 

"Simon Bolivar", Luis announced. "I am not sure why it is here or how it got here, but I do like it." The pedestal was low. Segolene stared the bust directly in the eye as she took her pictures. The inscription gave the standard title 'Liberator of Venezuela 'and when it was dedicated and from whom, but not why it was placed there. "Curious" Segolene remarked as she finished her tasks. "Is that all?" 

"One more. My favorite. Just down the road. Rider's up!" 

Two minutes later, they stood at the base of a large statue featuring two men on horseback. "A dual equestrian statute! I understand they are not common." 

Segolene looked up at Robert E Lee and Stonewall Jackson on horseback. Two inscriptions circled the base of the statue. The Jackson quote read, "So great is my confidence in General Lee that I would follow him anywhere." And the other by Lee stated, "Straight as the needle to the pole Jackson advanced to the execution of my purpose."

"That is an impressive statue" she said as she went about her tasks, "very impressive."

When she finished she sat on the step at the base beside Luis. "That was fun. Thanks for the invite. If you have more to show me, we should do it before it rains." The clouds were gathering in the west; Luis discounted them as a threat.

"Tell me something" Segolene continued in a very familiar tone, "what happened between you and Nora, if I can be so bold as to ask?" 

Luis drew a breath. For some reason, he had expected such a question eventually. "Well, I reckon nothing really happened. After a time, she went her way and I went mine. Not much more than that. What do you think happened?"

"Don't really know. Just was surprised when I heard but not shocked or amazed. I did not think it would last." Segolene spoke as if she had more knowledge of his relationship with Nora then he suspected. "The timing caught me off guard." 

"You and me both! I too knew it would not last. Everything was going fine until summer break. When she left, I knew intuitively she would never really return. When she came back in September she was different. It was hard to say how, but different. I thought then she had made a decision about her life and it did not include me. So, it also 'caught me off guard' but was not unexpected." 

"To put it in the words of an art critic" Segolene continued, "you had all the content but not the right form; smart, fun to be with, quirky, independent, and self-confident, a slightly bad boy attitude but . . . you do not have that unfettered desire for money. No matter what you are; if you are not rich . . ." her voice trailed off. "Sorry. I was just talking out loud." 

Luis smiled. "No problem. I was over her long ago. Nothing remains but memories now."

"Actually I do have a theory about the two of you; but it is just a theory."

Luis cast a sideways glance and smirked, "OK, go ahead let's hear it."

"She's an Ernest and you are a James."

Luis now stared blankly. "Huh!"

"It is only my theory it has not been proven or peer reviewed." She gave a self- effacing laugh, "but here it is." 

"Nora is an Ernest or a Hemmingway. Like the writer she has a story to tell; perhaps quite involved or very simplistic. Regardless. We all have stories to tell. It is how these stories are told that makes the difference. She is a Hemmingway; she tells a good story. However, it doesn't really make you think too hard. The sentences of her life are mostly short, simple and declarative; only basic punctuation and" she paused to frame her thought, "a juvenile or high school level syntax. Her narrative is tight and obvious. It is not complex; like Hemmingway's writing."

"OK, I get that. You make a good point but there is nothing wrong with that. Sometimes, maybe most of the time, it is best to be uncomplicated."

"OH! Don't get me wrong. I did not want to imply anything negative, it is just a characteristic." She paused again, this time uttering a low guttural hum. "Well, that is not really true. I do think it is a sign of shallowness, lack of intellectual curiosity; but not a real flaw."

"So, what about the other side of the coin; the James."

Segolene smiled. "You are a James or a James Joyce to be proper. You have a story but it is not a string of simple, declarative sentences. You do not have the same linearity Nora has. You are complex; stream of consciousness, your story is more allusion rather than concrete. Look at your house" she gestured as if they were in the living room. "It is a fine house, a nice place to live, but it doesn't define you. Nora might think it does, but it doesn't. Her house does define her. All her possessions define her. You are more complicated; your possessions don't define you."


Segolene's Triangle



Segolene paused as if she lost her train of thought. "I am not making sense am I?"

Luis smiled. "It makes some sense I suppose. I am not too concerned about what I own or how much somebody else owns. It just doesn't bother me."

"Right! And for Nora it does. She isn't happy unless she has what she expects is due to her. She didn't think you could ever treat her like that. Money for Nora means she can buy something; own something; for you it means you can do something. You would never be compatible."

"Well, it certainly is a theory. It may need to be refined a bit however."

The wind suddenly freshened and made tree leaves turn up. The clouds enlarged rapidly and seemed to grow ominously darker. 

"Ass up! It looks like we will be racing the rain. Let's get a move on." 

As the motorcycle sputtered to life, large rain drops popped on Segolene's helmet; a few at first and then faster and faster driven by the wind. As the intensity increased the noise rose to a steady drone before becoming part of the background. 

Segolene rested her head on Luis's back as the rain pelted her helmet. She gazed to the right, focusing on the rows of houses, storefronts and vacant lots that blurred past. Groups of people huddled in doorways or crowded under umbrellas too small for protection from the sheeting rain. Blue flashes of lightning reflected off the plate glass windows, gave the urban landscape an unearthly aura. The cycle occasionally twitched from side to side as they crossed steel road plates and the pebbled road surface. Still, Segolene relaxed.

Luis concentrated on controlling the bike as the rain intensified. He headed south which meant the storm and wind pushed them from the right. 

"Don't loose' it" he said to himself. 

'Nora is a fool', Segolene thought.

The traffic lights were out and Luis slowed as the traffic backed up through the intersection. Without a thought, he revved the engine and veered left on a side street and then right down an alley. At mid-afternoon the sky was pitch dark and water rushed down the center of the alley before pooling at a clogged storm drain. He stayed wide of the standing water and continued through the maze of back streets and alleys. At the center of downtown all power was out, cars blocked intersections and the rain and wind intensified.

"Should we find an overpass to hide under and wait this out?" Luis muttered but did not receive an answer. Instead he did a quick survey and an equally quick decision. A quarter mile, half at the most, and we will be out of this clusterfuck. The sidewalk was clear of pedestrians. "Hang on!" He eased the cycle over the curb and threaded their way past the parking meters, newspaper boxes and trash cans down the vacant sidewalk. The shouts from the occasional walker or stranded motorist were lost in the tattoo of the rain. "Almost clear" Luis barked over his shoulder as he they bounced off the curb and an up the wrong way on a one way side street. A car approached them flashing its lights and sounding its horn. Luis kept to the right as the car eased passed.

Finally! At almost walking speed the duo turned into the alley behind Luis' house. With the front wheel, Luis nudged open the gate to his yard, feathered the throttle and glided the bike under porch. Segolene slid off the back and straightened up as the waterlogged slacks tightened their grip on her legs.

Inside, the basement was dark, damp and narrow. A washer and dryer were on the left and a laundry table piled high with assorted clothing was on the left. Luis groped for the light string and tugged it. A bare bulb cast a close halo about the back of the basement. He grabbed a towel from the laundry pile and tossed it to Segolene who caught it and immediately wrapped it about her hair like a turban and proceeded to wring the water out of her hair. As she did Luis noticed her white blouse was nearly transparent from the water. The seams of her bra appeared etched against the fabric and a freckle or mole looked like an ink spot. If Segolene caught him staring she gave no indication. 

Luis stooped to untie his shoes and commented "you should get out of those wet clothes before your catch a cold." 

"So that is the reason you rode in the rain." 

Luis looked up to see Segolene unbutton her blouse and let it drop off her shoulders as she cupped her bra in her hands and pushed her breasts together. "How do you like my boobies?" she teased with wry grin. 

Luis stood and gazed at the inviting crease. "I do like your boobies." With that he placed a thumb against the budding nipples pressing through the fabric at the apex of each cup and massaged softly with his thumbs. 

Segolene closed her eyes and stoically accepted this teasing as a twinge of excitement arced through her torso. As he continued, she placed her hand upon his chest and let her fingers roam around the grey t-shirt which was now almost black with rain. The cotton felt like the hide of a reptile; wrinkled and gathered in wet rolls. Instinctively she felt the tiny bud of his peaked nipple. "Me too" she added as she worked her free hand under his t-shirt. Luis broke his contact with Segolene's pleasure points and pulled off his t-shirt and dropped it to the floor with a muffled plop. 

Segolene's fingers teased his navel and then traced the trail of hair to the center of his chest. She leaned forward kissing his chest before dragging her tongue through the coarse hair and arriving at his nipple. Her tongue circled the small firm mound once and then her lips locked on it and sucked hungrily. She broke free with a soft slurping noise. "I do like nipples." She nuzzled here face into his chest hair, "and hair also." She added. 

"Male or female?" Luis joked. 

"Either" she murmured nonchalantly as she continued to range her mouth over his chest. 

Luis spread his fingers and rubbed his hands over her back bringing them together at the snap for her bra. Deftly, he separated the clips and let the ends drop free. As he did so, Segolene gave a shrug and the garment fell to the floor. She ran her hands down his side and pressed them together at his crotch. His loins responded in the confines of his sodden jeans. Nimbly she worked the waist button loose and jiggled the fly down far enough to slide her hands in and shimmy his jeans down to his ankles. 

Luis balanced himself a Segolene worked the jeans free from one leg and then the other. She crouched before Luis' naked body as he undid the towel from about her hair and ran his fingers through her tousled locks. Gently he tugged her to her feet, paused for a moment and then lustily examined her naked torso. Her nipples were large, tan, erotic targets with small sensual peaks marking the bulls eyes. 

As he contemplated the luscious aureoles, Segolene unbuttoned her wet slacks and began to ease them off her hips. Luis paused in his daydream and dropped to his knees before her and assumed command of her disrobing. He unsheathed the denim slacks from her thighs and gathered them to her ankles. She rested her hand on his head for balance as he wrestled her feet from the pants legs. Luis leaned back and perused the vision before him. The rain soaked panties were transparent against her skin and the damp tangle of pubic hair pressed sensuously through the soaked fabric.

He leaned closer drawing his mouth near the tempting triangle and breathed in slowly absorbing the musky scent. The elastic waist band yielded to his gentle grasp as he coaxed her panties over her rounded ass and down her legs. A slow glow spread across Segolene's crotch and through her torso.

Luis rose as his eyes took in her nakedness; calves to thighs to crotch to belly to breasts and finally lips and eyes and hair. As their eyes met a telepathic desire leaped between them. Luis took her hand. "Let's find someplace more comfortable" he whispered, even though nobody else was there to hear, and quietly lead her to the stairs. Segolene admired his ass as he preceded her to the first floor. At the base of the stairs to the second floor, he stopped and motioned for her to lead. As she ascended the first couple steps, he reached out and felt the crack of her ass. Segolene paused. Luis traced a finger along the crevasse from the base of the spine to the point it disappeared between the top of her thighs. Then slowly a single finger eased in and probed the damp cavern between the sweet lips. Segolene cooed and continued her trek up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs she stopped. As she got her bearings, she noticed the bed then turned to Luis. She surveyed his body taking particular notice of the trail of thick hair that ran from his crotch over his navel and spread out across his chest. "I like hair" she muttered to herself before refocusing her gaze on his staining erection. Impulsively her hand grasped the firm shaft and she led him to the bed. 

They faced each other; self-constrained and silent. Luis opened the drawer of the night stand and reached in and retrieved the foil packet. He eased Segolene towards him and taking her hand passed it on to her. Segolene knew the familiar feel of a condom. She sat on the edge of the bed, ripped the foil and removed the latex circle. Luis' rigid cock, with the slight glint of precum collecting on the head, pointed directly towards her. She squeezed the shaft to coax a few drops from the magic eye and with her index finger spread a film over the bald head. Luis winced with pleasure. 

Segolene positioned the reservoir tip over the head of his cock and expertly unfurled the cover down his aching shaft. As she reached the base, she availed herself of the opportunity to run her fingers through his thick curly hair. "I do like hair" she commented again as she sat back to admire the male organ now sheathed before her. Her fingers glided below to caress his balls while her gaze remained fixed on the champion before her. 

She shook her head knowingly. 'Cock' she thought. Her memory raced back over the myriad ones she fondled, kissed, stroked, sucked and stimulated during her experiences. A twinge of jealousy ached into her heart. She was envious. She enjoyed being a woman but to have a cock was a constant fantasy. The convenience, the feel, the sensation, and the availability she yearned for. She longed to grasp her pleasure at any time or in any location or any position. She ached to know the sensation of a hand stoking or a mouth firmly locked and sucking on 'her' cock. The surge of arousal and the rush of excitement as the dollop of warm, sticky come flooded down the tiny pipe and erupted, signaling the totality of an orgasm she could only imaging. 

Of course, she had her pleasure point. Her 'troll', the tiny sorceress who guarded the entrance to the magical moist cave and had at her command a million tiny sensors to arouse and stimulate. But the troll was a contrary sorceress; never quick to work her charm and frequently refusing to evoke any magic. As pleasurable as she could be, so could she be frustrating, demanding and reclusive. Unlike the cock she could not be readily exposed and manipulated. Her gates must be opened and an eager servant must be shown the way and coerced to staying until the task was completed. She moved her hand to her crotch wishing of the pleasure that was not there.

She snapped out of her reverie and lay on the bed on her side making sure to tantalizingly raise a leg to expose the hole between her legs. Luis lay down beside her. He throbbed with lust and desire but wanted the dalliance to last as long as possible. Segolene clenched her teeth in anticipation of the hard cock sliding in and out between her legs but she too wanted it to be as prolonged as possible. Their fingers touched gently, then their lips followed by tongues. "Foreplay" Luis breathed softly. "Oh yes" Segolene responded. With that Luis slowly messaged her ample breast, kneading it from the base to her large fawn colored nipples. He lightly pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "I like nipples" he added seductively as he lowered his mouth to her aureole and sucked with a soft slurping sound. Segolene cradled his head and drew it closer. She closed her eyes and let the current vibrate gently through her body. "Don't rush" she pleaded as she savored the comforting sensation. Luis continued sloppily licking, sometimes biting mostly sucking as he fought the urge to mount her forcibly and satisfy his rising urges.

Segolene drifted through the sensuous haze sublimating her desires to absorb as much of the soft passion as possible. Idly her hands glided over his back anxiously wanting to satisfy him but did not want to break the spell he had cast over her. A light touch on her belly; she twitched. Fingers crept down her torso towards her pussy. "HHHMMMM" she thought as they coursed through her curly hair and pressed on between her legs. 

Suddenly a shock wave coursed through her body. The alchemy of Luis' mouth on her nipple and finger up her twat caused excitement to surge throughout her. She gasped. Luis sensed the spark and drove his fingers deeper into her. First one, then a second, spread her lips as they explored the soft damp walls of her cavern. Segolene flinched in pleasure under the prodding and squirmed to accept him. She spread her legs and shifted to let him gain the topside. Luis rolled upon her, his stiff, sheathed member probing between her legs. Segolene reached, grasped and guided him into the gap between her legs. Luis positioned himself and pumped twice to secure the location. Segolene pushed back as the swollen member pressed deep into her womanhood. Together they syncopated their actions; Luis pumped rhythmically while Segolene pushed back with coordinated timing. 

The condom diminished the stimulation for Luis, so he increased the tempo thrusting sharper and faster to increase the sensation and excitement. "Yes, yes" Segolene breathed as she wrapped her legs about him and violently rocked her hips as her clit responded to his charges. "Keep it up. Keep it up" she pleaded as her body tensed for the approaching orgasm. Luis lagged. He needed more pressure surrounding his shaft. He grunted and moaned as he fought to reach the sexual pinnacle. Segolene felt her pressure building like a tremor before the eruption racing towards her and with enthusiastic expectation. 

Together they thrashed about amid a litany of moans and feral sounds. The bed joined the chorus with the strained creaks of springs and the crashing of the headboard into the wall. Segolene' s breathing raced as her belly tensed; the signs of an impending orgasm. Luis recognized this and drove faster hoping to come at the same time. The earth moved for Segolene as the pent up wave of an orgasm swept over her with a rush. She shuddered and sobbed beneath Luis as she experienced the ultimate physical release. Intuitively she knew she beat Luis across the finish, however, she did not relax. She was compelled by a primal need to satisfy her partner at all cost. 

Luis knew she came but continued to work he shaft deep in her. Segolene followed though with enthusiasm to coax the magic shot of come from his balls. Faster and faster she humped until Luis felt the tension, the constriction and the euphoria of his ejaculation. He slowed his thrusting but continued until her sloppy scabbard milked another load followed by a third into the reservoir tip of the protective jacket.

In blissful communion Segolene held his body to hers. She felt the weight of his chest pressing on her breasts, the powerful hips resting between her thighs, his warm ragged breath cresting over her face and the recently rigid member going limp within her. 

Luis too felt the firmness of Segolene's body beneath him. He kept his cock in her as it softened and then slowly withdrew, feeling the soft friction of her lips drag against his flaccid member. He then rolled off her onto his back. Side by side they lay, silently stared at the ceiling. Segolene sidled closer until the length of her body was on contact with his. 

"That was nice" she whispered as if someone other than Luis might hear, "that was very nice." 

"Just nice" Luis retorted. "In my opinion it was superb."

"Well 'nice' is the highest compliment I give. Superb and great don't mean much to me."

Luis felt a bit deflated. Although he never deluded himself about his sexual prowess, he did think this was better than an average lay. "Well, I still think you were superb and that is definitely a compliment."

Segolene rolled on her side, rested her head on his arm and splayed her hand across his chest deftly groping for his tiny nipple. "I like nipples" she said as she encircled the small peak with the tip of her forefinger. Luis smiled. Segolene's hand roamed down the soft chest hair over his belly stopping above his coarse pubic hair. Luis flinched. Segolene lifted her head to catch a glimpse of the limp prick still encased in the wilted sheath. She casually felt the trapped viscous fluid. 

"You should take that off" she joked, "you don't want him to get overheated. Let me do it." With that Segolene adeptly extricated the male member for the used latex, delicately maintaining the precious juice in the tiny sack. Luis looked on curiously as Segolene then spread the smarmy juice between her still sweaty tits. "I like come also" Segolene added as she rolled on her back and used her tits to massage the come into the chasm between her breasts. On that cue, they drifted off to sleep.

Someone stirred. Luis was looking at the ceiling. The room was dark, washed in shadows. The gentle tattoo of rain continued. Segolene forgot where she was for a moment before she lifted her head and gazed about the darken room. Without saying a word she got up from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. Luis watched surreptitiously as her naked body crossed his gaze. She did not close the bathroom door. Luis heard the faint sounds of the toilet followed by running water. She returned by same path but stopped by the side of the bed and stared out the front window. She was cloaked in shadow as she turned and a sudden lightning flash strobed her naked silhouette against the window. 

Back in the bed, she used her curled arm as a pillow, lay on her side watching Luis. Idly, she placed her arm across his chest and circumscribed with her finger ever tightening spirals across his breast until it came to rest at the tip of his nipple. 

"Penny for your thoughts" Luis quipped without looking at Segolene's directly. 

"They are worth more than a penny, maybe two or three pennies. I am not offering a bargain today." Segolene ran her hand over his stomach, idly circumscribing patterns over his chest and around his nipples. "I like nipples" she parroted without reflection.

"Ok. You said that before. Why nipples?"

"Evolution. Survival of the species, sex, my DNA." 

Luis, slightly confused, stared into the darkness and commented, "Why are nipples critical to all that?"

A dead silence came between them. Luis felt he had committed an indiscretion quickly tried to formulate an apology.

Segolene continued. "Well, I experienced my first auto-erotic stimulation by fondling my nipples. I do not recall the exact date but I was quite young and alone. It was quite erotic and sensuous. So much so, that I can still recall it with near perfect clarity. Also, as a species we are constantly evolving. I believe evolution is a long set of probabilities that does not have any real goals. We are here today because one of these probabilities favored survival of this species. That comes down to sex. Our DNA must be wired to have sex or else we would not be here. Animals who's DNA did not get wired for sex are gone." 

"What is the physical difference between men and women?" she asked rhetorically and did not pause for an answer, "not much! Somewhere back in the womb chromosomes crossed. You ended up growing a penis and testicles; I a vagina and ovaries. Most other differences can be attributed to hormones."




Segolene's Triangle



Segolene paused to collect her thoughts; Luis tried to figure out where she was taking this thread of logic.

"Non-physical, emotional, psychological, philosophical; call them what you will; differences are more subtle. Primary among these is the orgasm. The orgasm is what makes sex work. If there was no orgasm would anyone roll around, sweat and grunt if there was no 'holy grail' or 'promised land' to be had? Not likely!"

"But it is not so cut and dried. The male of the species produces millions of sperm at a clip; each one hoping or wanting to be the first to penetrate that singular egg. Females drop one egg a month, maybe, whether that egg is destined to encounter a renegade sperm or not, it happens. But without this egg, the species does not continue. This leads us to a dichotomy. The male MUST ejaculate his sperm to propagate the species; the female involuntarily produces an egg that forms the other half of the equation."

"Also, the male's orgasm is well defined; his penis quivers, pulsates and then ejaculates a wad of come. If the male doesn't blow that wad, he may enjoy the activity, but he won't have an orgasm. He must orgasm to continue the species. The female is not so lucky. There is not any physical symptom that defines an orgasm for a female as there is for a male."

"So, since evolution has kept the species intact for so many millions of years, this must be how it works. The male must have an orgasm to keep sex interesting. The female must have a desire for an orgasm. This desire causes the female to arouse and stimulate the male but does not automatically guarantee an orgasm. It is the desire for an orgasm that makes the female want to participate in the sex act, but achieving an orgasm for the female is not an evolutionary requirement."

"You have sex so you can come and be satisfied. I have sex to make you come and that is my evolutionary satisfaction. If I actually do come, that is an extra." 

"So you never expect to come?" Luis asked skeptically.

"Not really. I mean, I know I can come and do. But my satisfaction is derived from sexually satisfying my partner not just having an orgasm. If I come and you don't, I feel that I have failed in my mission. And one thing I know will urge me to continue is nipples are the ultimate arousal."

"Is this another theory?"

"Oh yes. Another theory. I have several of them."

Luis smirked. He had never encountered someone exactly like Segolene. "When do you find the time to come up with all these theories? You are a one woman think tank."

Segolene replied with a gravelly laugh. "I find the time every month, when I get my period. It must be hormones or something but I think some weird thoughts, my monthly musings, during that time. The problem is that I am not on the rag long enough to finish a dissertation!" Her laugh morphed into an exuberant chuckle.

"Besides nipples, what else is on your mind?"

"Oh things," she quipped. "I think about things; differences and 'tensions' for want of a better word. Why people are different, react differently to the same situation and why they have attitudes. Does that make sense?"

Luis mulled over 'making sense'. Has anything that transpired today made sense? 

"Do you think I am easy?"

"Huh?" Luis gave a quizzical glance. "Easy? No" he paused, "but I would say willing."

Segolene chuckled, "eager perhaps?"

"OK. Eager if that is the word you want to hear. Are you eager?"

Segolene rolled on her back. "From the moment I saw you from the street, actually, the first time I heard Nora talk about you, I was eager. Nora had a picture of you and at night I would hold a pillow close to me and pretend it was you. You don't know how many times I made love to you before I met you." 

"When you say 'made love' was that physical or just imaginary?"

"Are you asking if I beat off, I did" she answered unabashedly. "It doesn't bother me to admit it. I think everybody does but few want to say so publicly. I'm sure you do." Segolene paused but Luis did not react. "Listen. It is evolution, nothing more. Survival of the species. When you come down to it, we are animals. OK, 'rational' animals but none the less animals. If you shake off the moralistic, religious trappings we . . . ", her voice trailed off and then continued "I don't get too hung up on other people's moral ideas. I think that feeling good is OK."

Luis unclasped his hands behind his head and placed his left hand by his side between Segolene and him. Segolene rustled a bit and let his hand come to rest casually next to her thigh. Segolene was silent, maybe she said too much or the wrong things. Did she really believe what she said? Had she had thought about this frequently but never articulated it, at least not to another person? 

Luis turned his hand towards Segolene and let his fingers wade into the coarse fingers of her pubic region. Segolene rolled a quarter turn towards him to give his hand more access. Luis responded with a gentle massaging of her mound. She shifted more on her tummy and let her head rest on Luis's chest. Luis maneuvered his hand to caress the intersection of her thighs. His palm rested on her mound while his fingers prodded the soft flesh of her lips. Segolene arched her back, lifter her hips, nuzzled her face against the smooth hair of Luis chest as her extended tongue explored his small button nipple. Her moist tongue rimmed the nipple until it stiffened against her tongue. As the bud firmed to her licking, she pursed her lips and began to gently suckle the dry tit.

Luis squirmed with delight, drew a deep breath and tensed his hand beneath Segolene's clit which caused her to respond with a feverish sucking. Luis braced for the carnal rush as he worked the tip of his fingers between her lips and blindly searched for the small hot clit. The fleshy tip of his finger zeroed in on the firm trigger and slowly circled it and increased the pressure with each revolution.

Segolene spread her knees and raised her hips further and began gyrating over his finger. Luis withdrew and gently felt the outer labia with his thumb and forefinger until he pinched her clit through its hood and began to tug firmly. Segolene gave a sharp yelp and pulled back from the twinge of pain. She relaxed as Luis continued kneading her clit between her lips. A fierce surge swept over her as her skin erupted in goose bumps and her hips fought to encourage the carnal jostling. Her teeth dug into his nipple as she strained her hips to increase the tension on her clit. Back and forth she reacted to each erotic tug of her clit. She heard herself whine through her teeth as the tension increased in her loins. 

"More, more, don't stop" she pleaded, then "softer, softer" she begged. 

Luis eased the tension but kept a steady grinding pressure on her clit as Segolene's body strained, quivered and then released as the orgasmic tremor rushed through her body. "That was . . . that was great. That was really great!" she wheezed between breathes. 

Luis slowed his massage to almost a halt as Segolene's body melted from the carnal surge. Her knees straightened as her hips relaxed pinning Luis' hand between her cunt and the bed. Her head rested on his chest staring vaguely down his torso. She drew a series of deep breathes slowly exhaling across his belly. She was in a pleasure filled stupor as she focused on his erect cock. As if in a dream, she slipped her hand over his tummy and splayed her fingers through the curly hair at the base of his rigid member. "I like hair" she commented once again. 

Her memory drifted back to a time in her early teens when she first encountered the male organ. Classmates considered the penis with trepidation, curiosity or revulsion but not Segolene. She relished the opportunity to gaze upon and caress it. Eagerly, at the slightest opportunity, she would unabashedly fondle a guy's crotch, whether on a bus, in a car, the small grove of trees in the back yard or in the basement of a house with friends or parents just beyond the door. 'Segolene the beat off machine', she mused at the recollection of her teenage moniker.

Again she was envious and disappointed that she did not have the same access to stimulation and self-pleasure. The texture; hard, firm but still malleable, fascinated her. The amazing ability to grow, expand, stretch the casing taut captivated her. She was fascinated with sensitive conduit on the underside of the shaft which responded to her most gentle touch and ended at the small delicate notch at the base of the smooth iridescent head. How the head itself, smooth and bald, remained soft and flaccid when the shaft was most tense. 

She could only imagine the sensation caused by her hand, warm and soft, rhythmically gliding up and down an aroused phallus; the sudden spasmodic pulses; and the climactic ejaculation of seminal deposit onto her hand or arm or face. She desired to experience the same sense of pleasure but knew she never would. Instead she realized her fulfillment in the satisfaction of her partner.

A car's tires hissing on the wet street snapped her from the blissful reverie. Reflexively she encircled the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger and applied a gentle squeeze of pressure. 

Luis flinched as his engorged cock ached from the pressure. Segolene noticed and responded by relaxing her grip and slowly drawing the loose finger up the sensitive underside. Luis restrained himself as the digital enclosure rose and fell with a feathery touch. He closed his eyes, absorbed in the pleasure of Segolene's magical caress. Easily, slowly and steadily her hands fueled Luis' lust. His hips rocked to the rhythm of her hands speeding the tempo. 

"More. More" he begged softly, "it feels so good." He sensed the change; more of her palm, a bit more pressure, some gentle squeezing as she stroked the stiff organ then suddenly she stopped. Luis cringed until he felt her fingertip touch the head of his cock and spread the succulent drop of precum back and forth across the small eye. He moaned audibly and contorted his body at the tantalizing sensation. He emitted a guttural "Oh" as the wanton tension reached a critical point. "Don't stop. Make me come" he pleaded. 

Segolene took the cue and with the expertise derived from excessive experience, she proceeded to masturbate Luis in earnest. He felt the professional stroke of her fist as she gently but vigorously worked to coax an orgasm. For what seemed like hours, Luis was trapped on the tantalizing edge of coming. 

"Almost. Almost." he complained fearing she would suddenly stop. 

With this Segolene shifted on to her knees and let her pendulous tits hang over his cock. She rocked her body so her nipples brushed the head as she stroked. "Now! Now!" he exclaimed. Segolene lowered her breast so the cock was positioned between her tits and her hand pounded between them with each stoke. Suddenly, the cock erupted spewing a large dollop of come between the fleshy globes. "Ah. Ah" he exclaimed as the pleasure oozed from him. Segolene took delight in her hand job as she caught the spreading juice between her tits and over her nipples. 'That is the best' she thought as she shrouded the suddenly limp member between her ample breasts.

Luis let his head fall back on the pillow and his body relaxed. "What time does Nora pick you up?" 

Segolene left her head resting on his thighs and snuggled closer so her boobs maintained a light hold on the waning cock and answered. "Never! I hope".

Luis awoke. The rain had stopped and the pre-dawn light projected soft shadows across the ceiling. He experienced his normal morning erection. During the night Segolene shifted her position was curled on her side with her back resting against his hip. Luis contemplated his situation and tried to anticipate her next move but nothing seemed to register for him. Finally, he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. "Where you off to" Segolene quizzed who was awake also.

"Got to take a leak."

"Can I watch? Do you need help?"

"Sure" Luis laughed. 

With that Segolene got out of bed and followed Luis into the bathroom. Luis felt awkward as he stood in front of the toilet holding his cock with one hand and Segolene crowded next to him. "Let me try that" she pleaded as she moved his hand aside and gently held his cock. Luis chuckled uncomfortably. 

"OK go ahead" Segolene urged. 

Luis overcame the bout of nervousness and relaxed enough to urinate. Segolene's sensitive fingers felt the gentle vibration as the warm stream coursed its way through the narrow conduit. She giggled as she directed the stream back and forth across the clear pool. Once again she reminded herself how much better the male body was designed for convenience and pleasure. She did not conceal her obvious envy as she shook free the last clinging drop.

"I need a shower" Luis lamented as he stared blankly into the mirror and added "a shave also."

"I do too" Segolene added. "I smell earthy. You know that smell of leftover sex! Not a bad smell, just earthy."

Luis turned on the taps and let the temperature stabilize in the 'warm' range and then stepped into the shower. Segolene picked up the soap off the ledged, stepped in and pulled the shower curtain closed. The spray washed over Luis as she lathered the soap against his chest and repeated her mantra of the night before "I like nipples" as she rubbed. Luis chuckled and squeezed a long squirt of shampoo onto her thick mane. She tipped her head back as his fingers kneaded the soapy emulsion through the thick fibers and the warm lather washed over her torso. She rubbed the soap under her arms, between her breasts and over her ample nipples; washing away the dried come and remnants of last night. 

Segolene drew her soapy hands down her tummy until they rested amid the curly hair of her pubic triangle. Gently she massaged herself as Luis rinsed the shampoo from her hair. As the last of the suds cascaded down her back, she felt the press of the bar of soap that Luis glided down her spine, easing through the crack of her ass and coming to rest on the lips of her cunt. Her finger's and Luis' met just above her clit. Luis worked the soap in a forward and back motion edging it slightly deeper into her with each pass. Segolene bent forward and balanced herself against the shower wall as the ever shrinking bar of soap pushed against her welcoming pussy. She coaxed her hips to accept the slippery invader deeper, imagining herself being taken by a strange animal or alien or perhaps an oily fist. The slight burning sensation inside her aroused her.

Luis wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her breast in a milking manner from the ample base out to her succulent nipples. He continued this until Segolene turned. With that he placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed. She resisted. He pressed harder and she lifted her head until their eyes met. 

"Blow me" he pleaded. 

"With pleasure" she replied and lowered herself to a kneeling position. She stared up and pulled her sodden hair back from her face and draped it down her back. "With pleasure" she reiterated. The needle spray from the shower pelted her as she approached the rigid cock and took it fully into her mouth.

She took him deep and let the warmth of her mouth excite him. She faltered, gave a cough, and swallowed before continuing. He watched his cock disappear steadily into her oral cavity until her nose and lips collided with his pubic hair. She paused. Luis sighed as she then proceeded to slide her face back off his shaft. Her teeth and lips dragged gently on the sensitive underside causing his hips to reflexively twitch towards her. He felt her retain the head of his cock just behind her teeth and her lips close tightly. He strained to keep his composure wanting to prolong the pleasure as long as possible.

The erotic sensation coursed through his body as tongue, lips and teeth expertly stimulated him. He was conflicted; torn between the desire for a quick climax and the prolonged satisfaction for the oral teasing. Segolene sensed this and concentrated on teasing the head with her lips and nibbling on the fleshy flaccid tip but not bringing him to an orgasm. She exquisitely tortured him.

At last his strained body could not stand to torment any longer. "Make me come. Just make me come." Segolene glanced up briefly and then vigorously attacked. It became a duel between her mouth and his cock. Hungrily she chewed, tugged and sucked until lust serpent surrendered its precious fluid. A few more draws extracted any residue before she reluctantly released her spent prey.

Luis dropped to his knees to face Segolene beneath the soothing shower. He lovingly caressed her before forcibly placing his mouth to hers and she returned a share of his bodily fluid. They clung to each other beneath the cleansing rain as their passions ebbed but their longing continued. 

Coffee, toast, fried eggs and a pitcher of Bloody Mary's for après. "Segolene, that is a French name. Are you French?"

"Do I act French? Do I fuck like I am French? Do I fuck like a French whore?" 

Luis mused, "Whores do a lot of acting. I don't think you were acting." 

Segolene gave a knowing smile, glanced at her watch and she sipped her coffee, "Nora will be by to pick me up in a few minutes. It is a long ride back to Long Island." 

"You will have a lot to talk about. I suspect you are not shy about kissing and telling."

Segolene gave a wry smile, "I am not as open with Nora as you may imagine. I like to keep some pleasures for myself."

Luis thought about his next question. "Do you have a boyfriend? Somebody serious?"

"That is two questions. Yes I do have a boyfriend; No, there is nobody serious in my life. Are you worried about competition?"

"I accept that this is most likely just a fling. I do not want to disturb any serious relationships by showing up or hanging around or being a pest. Nora taught me that lesson. I would like to call you sometime. What about the boyfriend who was supposed to be with you this weekend?"

"Oh him. He is a friend of Nora's and yes, to our circle of friends, we are an 'item'. He was planning to accompany me but when Nora told me that she arranged to visit you, I told him I had changed my mind and would not be going. Of course, I told Nora he had to work."

Luis smiled. 

Segolene searched her purse for a pen and then looked for a scrap of paper. As she was doing this, Luis dropped a business card in front of her. She examined the name, title and phone number but did not keep it. Instead she wrote her phone number on the back and pushed it across the table. 

"Don't you want my phone number?" Luis queried.

"To be honest I do. However, it is my policy to never call a man after only one date."

They walked to the window and looked out on the street. There were no convenient parking spaces. Nora would double park, so it would be a quick exit when she arrived. Segolene faced Luis, place her hand to the back of his head and pulled him towards her. They kissed; a passionate but not a lustful kiss. Their lips smoldered and Luis' hand cupped her breast and gently caressed her. A dry erotic warm desire seeped through her being. She wanted to maintain the feeling, the sensation, and the desire forever. 

A car horn sounded from the street. She grabbed the bag, sprinted to the street and turned. "Oh! I have a theory about you and me too!" She gave a last smile before she jumped into the awaiting car and was gone.

To be continued