0 comments/ 18842 views/ 3 favorites Love, Lust, Neon Lights Ch. 01 By: jjcole I lived in a flop house in Greenwich Village before it became trendy to do so. It was a six story walk up with five rooms per story. My place was on the fourth floor. Almost all of us were aspiring artists of some kind and it felt like home to me shortly after moving in. On my floor there were two male dancers, both gay. They each had been the last chosen for a job over the other more than once therefore could not stand each other. Also on my floor was a very pretty but vacuous guy trying to become a male fashion model. He would at times accept a "male escort" job from some rich older lady but he found that distasteful. He was mostly gay. Then there was Carol. She was a singer aspiring for Broadway stardom. Although she had a very nice body she was not close to being pretty. Her face was always set to "severe", she looked like a villainous schoolmistress. Her place was next to mine and I could hear her singing through the walls. She was very good. I won her over as a friend by treating her like one. I made the assumption that her face and her personality did not match and I was correct. I told her enough stupid jokes that she found a few of them to be funny. Her smile completely changed her looks and so I tried to keep her smiling. When I arrived in New York I had enough money for a room in a hotel but not knowing how things worked in the city I opted to crash with relatives, first my Aunt Dee then with her son. My New York native cousin Bobby worked at a recording studio as a technician. He asked a friend there if there was work for me, (I was a percussionist). The friend wanted to know if I was union and Bobby said I was. I was invited to come over the following week. Bobby immediately took me to the union hall and paid for my registration and first month dues. When I got my first check from studio work I used the money to get out of my cousins apartment and into the furnished flat. There was enough money for me to get everything I needed for the place and pay my cousin Bobby back . My work at the studio was sporadic and so were my checks. One morning the assignments boss at the union hall, (normally referred to as "God"), asked if I played congas and spoke Spanish. I said "Si senor to both" and was sent to a studio that specialized in latin music. I had no trouble with the language and was able to provide the phrases in rhythm they wanted. I was apparently working on three different albums at one time. Mambos, merengues, boleros, and cha chas danced in my head for weeks. More than once I ended up sleeping in the studio overnight. My love life became nonexistent. In fact for several weeks the only woman I saw for any length of time was Carol. My first check was good and the next several checks were very good, enough to actually start a savings account. Then the marathon sessions began. My last check from the studio was a bonanza. I had lost track of how many hours I had worked and my check was three times larger than expected. I called my cousin to invite him to celebrate with me but he had a "serious lady to attend to". So I asked Carol. She did not seem to think I was serious about spending a night on the town with her but my insistence won her over and she agreed. After cleaning up and donning my only dress shirt and sport coat I returned to her room and knocked at her door. When she saw how I was dressed her face went pale. She was wearing a floppy sweater and jeans. She asked me, "Where are we going?" I gave her the name of an Italian restaurant and Off Broadway playhouse. Carol blushed and said "this will take just a sec." She removed her sweater revealing the best set of tits I had ever seen in person. She was not wearing a bra. While hurrying towards a closet she removed her jeans treating me to a view of her magnificent ass. For a few seconds she was clad in only bright red panties. As my dick rose in salute I reminded myself that Broadway people did costume changes on the fly and Carol was apparently operating in that mode. Her complete transformation took less than two minutes. When she was done I had to applaud. She was now in a sleeveless dark green dress with matching shoes. She had applied makeup and wore a necklace, earrings, and bracelet. She had not put on a bra. I knew her panties didn't match but I enjoyed knowing for a fact that her panties didn't match. Carol took note of my hardon and said, "what's the matter, haven't you seen tits before?' I said, "Yes, many. But none nearly as good as yours. That also holds true for your ass." She blushed and smiled and off we went. We started holding hands as we walked from the restaurant to the theater and continued to hold hands throughout the evening. I opened doors for her, pulled out the chairs for her, treated her like she was an important date for me. The result was that she was constantly smiling and therefore I was out with a not too bad-looking lady. It was still a surprised when, at the end of the evening and after I gave her a soft, lingering goodnight kiss, she asked me to come in and make love to her once and fuck her once. I followed her in as she immediately kicked her shoes off. By the time I had closed and locked her door she was hanging up her dress. Before I had my coat off she was removing her panties. As soon as she saw how far behind I was in the process of undressing she hurried to me and had me naked quickly. When she got to the bed she laid down on her back, legs carelessly apart, a look of expectant passion on her face. I crawled into bed at its foot and kissed my way up her body. She was moaning by the time I reached her inner thighs. My lips made love to her pussy lips. She had a large orgasm when the flat of my tongue scraped her clit. I kissed and nibbled my way up her flat tummy while noting that dancers had very firm but supple bodies. I kissed and nibbled her tits. I did my best to engulf them into my mouth. My dick entered her pussy as I kissed her. Her cunt was very tight and I had to go much more slowly than I wanted. By the time my pubic bone pressed on hers her body was squirming. She climaxed again. Her cum lubricated both our sexes and I could start fucking in earnest. I had not lost my hardon all evening. I told Carol "the fuck needs to be first. I will love you later". She responded by placing the heels of her feet on my ass and pulling me into her hard. I fucked her with all my being. I was dimly aware that she had cum after cum but I did not pause, I needed mine. When it came it was with such force that I became light headed. My body trembled and so did hers. I collapsed to her side. I kissed her on the cheek just before I drifted off. She was already asleep. During the night I got up to take a piss. When I returned to the bed I assumed a spooning position behind her, one hand draped over a tit. She was awake. She asked me "Are you staying the night?" There seemed to be some surprise in her voice. It occurred to me that her lovers normally did not stay the night. I moved back just enough to roll her onto her back and gave her my best kiss. "If you don't mind " I said. "Plus, I owe you the love making part." Before giving her a chance to answer I kissed her again while caressing her tits. Her body relaxed and melted into mine. I kissed her cheeks, her nose her eyelids. I kissed her neck and her ears. I ran the tip of my tongue over her lips. With a loud groan she pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips. Betraying a great deal of impatience she lowered her pussy into my dick and started to furiously fuck me. I managed to hang on until she was overcome by a massive orgasm and collapsed on me. She was once again out. I moved a pillow to my shoulder to cushion her head. I kissed her cheeks and caressed her naked body. I had not cum again but it was not urgent I do so. I dozed off for a while and when I recovered I found Carol still draped over me and my now half-hard cock still in her warm, wet pussy. I resumed caressing her which the effect of making my dick rise deeper into her pussy. I began a slow and gentle fuck from underneath her. She moaned and started to softly match my thrusts. We fucked for about twenty minutes. I had one of those small mini cums that have no ejaculate. It was not the first one of my life but they still confused me. My dick softened by half but did not lose its purpose. I had paused in my motions and found that Carol had returned to a deep slumber. I was positive that she had never completely awakened during the fuck. My dick was still in her pussy with no intention of leaving. I was nearly asleep when Carol shifted her body a bit and while doing so her cunt squeezed my dick. My cock swiftly rose into her and I resumed the slow fuck. Carol was a little more awake this time and upped the pace of the sex a bit. Her motion told me that this part was for me and I need not do anything. Her body betrayed her however, and she suddenly found herself on the verge of a major cum. She jammed her pussy hard on my dick and allowed the orgasm to sweep over her. After a slow recovery she kissed me and slowly rose off me and out the the bed mumbling something that sounded like "need to pee." When she returned to the bed we resumed the spooning position. My dick was still mostly hard and when Carol felt it she raised a leg and draped it over mine, giving me better access. I moved closer to her and felt her hand guide my cock into her pussy. I began to fuck her slowly when again I had another mini cum. I was as tired as I was frustrated but kept my dick in her pussy. She was sound asleep in seconds, I dozed off and on for about two hours. When I next awoke it was early morning. I felt the tip of the head of my cock in Carol's pussy and was rapidly growing into it with my morning erection. As it invaded her pussy I felt soft fingers caressing its underside. As soon as it was completely in her Carol began to thrust backwards. I began to match her thrusts. Soon we were moving so frenetically we could not hold the position. I grabbed her hips and turned her onto her stomach, her hips raised. The new position allowed deeper penetration and I quickly began my rise to a cum. I reached around her hips and started working Carol's clit. Like two runaway trains we raced to our orgasms. Hers hit a fraction of a second before mine. Our combined roars must have shaken the building. We collapsed on the bed and within seconds we were both asleep. I awoke at about noon. Even though I had dozed off during the night I had not slept soundly until after the last fuck. Carol was not there. After taking a leak and getting partially dressed I noticed a note by the door. It read that she had an audition and her key was on the floor by the door. She would come get it tonight. The last part was written in large red letters. It read "THANKS. LOVED THE EVENING." It was written in lipstick and was signed with the imprint of her lips. Yes, it had been a very good night. Love, Lust, Neon Lights Ch. 02 Once home, after spending the night fucking Carol, I heated a pot pie and showered. I ate nude while congratulating myself for finding a fuck buddy next door and went back to bed. I did not have a job scheduled until the following weekend. I awoke about five and had just finished shaving and brushing my teeth when someone knocked at the door. Through the peep I saw it was Carol and opened the door for her. She rushed in and kissed me. When she saw I was naked with a rapidly rising dick she rushed to the bathroom shedding her clothes as she went. I heard the flush of the commode then the shower. I went to the bed and idly played with my dick. When she came out she was still mostly wet but said she could not wait to tell me about her day. She was bubbly. She did not look like the kind of woman that could be bubbly but she certainly was. It softened her features. She straddled my hips and slowly lowered herself to me. Her pussy was still wet from the shower but, as I had learned last night, it was a tight pussy. My only slightly larger than average dick filled her up. Her self impalement took a while. After she was comfortable with me in her she started to tell me of her day. "The cattle call yesterday had been something of a ruse. The ad said it was for a possible Off Broadway musical. I did notice yesterday that some of the people in the seats were major players but didn't think anything about it at the time. It all went as usual, most of the the singer/dancers were eliminated yesterday. What started out as a group of almost two hundred was down to about eighty this morning. I usually make it to the second call but seldom after that if it requires a solo. This one required a solo. Normally when the suits ask for my solo and they put a spotlight on me their perception of me changes. I know I look like a witch when I don't smile but at auditions I am too nervous to hold a natural smile. Today I decided against my usual song which shows off my voice and instead chose a sultry song. It just felt right, maybe because my pussy was a little tender. Somehow I made it through this mornings cut down. After lunch there were maybe twenty girls left. One of the producers reminded us that they needed just four. During lunch one of the girls that I usually end up competing against (and usually lose out to), said that she had never seen me so happily relaxed. She said I had this freshly thoroughly fucked look and a smokey, sexy voice. I laughed and confirmed the look was true. She predicted that this time I was going to beat her out for a part. She looked pleased at the prospect. Let me tell you, I have been around this girl, Gloria, for months. We have the same body, I have the better voice, she has the pretty face. She got the parts. I managed not to hate her but I was not ever pleased to see her. I was stunned by what she said. She asked me about the night. I told her about you and the great date we had. I was in mid-description of the fucking while asleep part of the evening when we were called back. They divided us into three groups and gave us music from a play that is now running on Broadway. We did not think anything about it as the songs for new plays are the last thing that gets done. I was surprised to see Gloria and I were not in the same group. I was dismayed to see I had been given a difficult song that ranged from sexy to raucous to wistful. When I showed Gloria what I had been assigned she said for me to tie it to last night. She said she tied everything on stage to her last good fuck, even though it was now long term memory for her. I laughed at the line but picked up that she may not have said it completely in jest. As we waited our turn everyone's nerves began to fray. Gloria had been a rival but we were now coconspirators. Her song was a sweet and innocent number and I suggested she think of a nice slow fuck or the best kisses she ever got. We found a corner backstage and started rehearsing our songs. I paused to listen to her and decided I had not given her enough credit for her singing. There was still something missing in her performance however. I caught her eye and sensuously ran my tongue over my lips. She smiled and continued. Her tone mellowed but she still sounded a bit mechanical. I suddenly remember one significant fact about her, she was gay. Everyone assumes that because of my looks I am gay, (I am bi), so gays come to me and fill me in on their love life. Gloria had been the object of desire of several girlfriends. I walked around until my back was to everyone else and I was facing Gloria. Holding my music in one hand and pretending to study it I slowly raised my sweater with the other and exposed my tits to her. I heard her voice falter then continue. I heard her come closer. The song became soft in her voice. As she walked past me her hand caressed a tit. I lowered my sweater and resumed practicing. Suddenly Gloria was up next. I was just behind the curtain with her while we waited for the last of her competition to finish. That girl did not have a chance but there were two others in her group that were very good. Gloria was not going to beat the others with voice or looks alone as there were very few differences between them. She had to win by attitude. Partially hidden by the folds of the curtain I came to a desperate plan. After Gloria was facing me I thrust an arm down my leotard and plunged a finger into my pussy. Then in the guise of adjusting her lipstick, I smeared my pussy juices on her lips. As they called her name she quickly sucked in my finger. She gave the best rendition of the song all day. We could hear the murmurs of approval from the suits and could see the slumping shoulders of most of her competition. She had just enough time to give me a fierce kiss before her group was marched out on stage and reintroduced, then led to the anteroom of the offices." Carol's recounting of her by-play with Gloria changed a leisurely fuck into a purposeful one. She worked my dick into a nice cum for herself then resumed her story at a kinder, gentler pace. "My group was the smallest, just five of us. We were all on the "character actress side" although Gloria insisted that when I smiled I was easily the prettiest one there. My song would be next to last. My nerves were shot. I just knew I was going to fuck this up. After lunch Gloria and I had decided that we were in fact auditioning for leads. Neither of us had ever been asked for two solos until today. The suits out front told us it was probably not Off Broadway but Broadway. This was my first big chance and I did not want to make it my last. While straddling a chair I felt my pussy open as if expecting your dicks entrance. I thought of you and last night. While daydreaming about our evening my hand went under my sweater and started playing with the tit Gloria caressed and you had devoured. I jumped when my name was called but calmed after the intro notes. I sang the song as if I was getting fucked all through it. As soon as finished I hurried from the stage, I could feel my pussy juices seeping into my leotards. I pulled out a t shirt from my bag, took my sweater off and wrapped it around my waist covering my crotch. I put on the t-shirt and returned to the stage as the last girl was finishing the song. After the line up we were taken to the offices. We were thanked by one of the suits and asked to check if the information on our application was correct. Three of the girls were given notice of a new play that would be casting in two weeks. That was their way of telling them they had not won a part. The two of us left were taken into an office. The girl with me was offered an understudy spot at a show currently in production and she immediately accepted. She was led to another office and left me and my heart on verge of disintegrating. Suddenly I found myself in the midst of three suits as I signed a whirlwind of papers. Someone was droning on about confidentiality. Another was warning me about the long days and nights of hard work ahead and how tough it was to replace a major cast members on a hit play." I had just about gotten to where I was paying more attention to the fuck than her story then realized what Carol had just said. I sat up and hugged her tightly. I kissed her over and over. I was very happy for her. I congratulated her and bragged out loud that my dick was in the pussy of a Broadway star. Even though that was true we were no longer interested in fucking. I wanted to hear the rest of her story. We were now side by side on the bed facing each other. I was hugging her as she suddenly burst into tears. I panicked thinking I had reached the wrong conclusion. I kissed her tears away and waited for her to calm down. "I'm so scared" she said. "I dreamed of this all my life and now that it is coming true I am so afraid I will fuck it up. I am so afraid that I will find it was not really what I wanted. I'm so afraid of what will happen to my life." I said "Exciting isn't it? Just awesome. A clear turning point in your life and you know you are going to be different and much better for it. Fabulous place to be. I envy you." She stared at me with incredulous eyes then hugged me and kissed me savagely. My dick was still in her. We fucked passionately. Love, Lust, Neon Lights Ch. 03 I never answered the phone on our floor. My jobs came from waiting at the union hall so I never expected calls. That day however, I was apparently the only one on the floor and the phone rang every five minutes. I answered it. I said "Hello" rather irritably and there was a pause before a soft female voice returned the hello. "Who do you need" I asked. "Carol". "Not here. Went to see her mother." "Do you have her mother's phone number?" "No," I lied. A very disappointed "Oh" followed. A bell rang in my head. "Is this Gloria?" "Yes. Do I know you?" "In a way. I was Carol's inspiration during her tryouts." Excitement suddenly appeared in her voice. "You are right. I feel I know you already." "Did you get the part?" "Yes but don't tell her I want to tell her myself." Do you know if she got the part?" "No;" I again lied. She has been gone since the day after the audition. She will be back Friday and I am taking her out to dinner. I would very much like for you to join us." "I couldn't get between you and her on a date. I would feel like a third wheel." "I am the one that is going to be the third wheel. It seems you two have lots to talk about and I will be happy to be the escort of two lovely ladies. It will enhance my reputation in town." "You're sure?" "Positive." "Tell me where to meet you." I was very glad that I had arranged the meeting on a street corner. I had not told Carol that Gloria was joining us.Their greeting was loud and effusive. As Carol started to introduce me Gloria flew into my arms and gave me a hard open mouth, sneaky tongue kiss. She turned to Carol and said "he is the reason I have been standing at this corner waiting for you for twenty minutes. The cop over there was wondering if I was turning tricks. I could have by the way." Carol hugged me tightly and gave me a kiss that was probably illegal. After I caught my breath I asked,"Um....say, do either of you have interesting news to share?" I could see both inhale to near bursting and and simultaneously announce "I got the part!" Stunned looks and silence gripped both before the loud screaming, jump up and down dance started. It was followed a hug and kiss that was more than just the hug and kiss of happy friends. I steered us to the restaurant confident that we would not be thrown out because most of their exuberance was now out of the way. I was right in thinking that I would become the third wheel. In fact for most of the dinner I bordered on invisible. Still, since it was what I had expected I was content to just listen to their banter while noting the very flirtatious behavior of each for the other. I watched Carol as she and Gloria recounted the moment each knew they had won the part on a major show. She looked very attractive. Her face could be described as handsome, a term no longer used for women but once meant a fine face with character. A fascinating face. Apparently the face Gloria had seen all along. Dinner was delicious but I doubt either noticed. It was OK, I had one more surprise up my sleeve. After Carol won the part she also said she was not to reveal which cast members on which play they would be replacing. The only thing she volunteered was that she would be in rehearsals for the summer and that each role would be replaced at once. The show had been running for years and this was going to be the fourth cast change. The current headliner was staying on. It took just one morning at the union hall to figure out which show it was. After dinner I hailed a cab for the three of us and gave him a street address. I discreetly shushed him before he translated the address into the name of the Broadway theater out loud. We were on the sidewalk in front of the theater before they noticed where we were. The look of surprise and amazement on their faces was phenomenal. Slowly they looked at each other searching for a clue as to who spilled the beans. "Neither of you told me" I said. "Musicians are sneaky bastards you know." I put an arm around each lady and pulled them into the theater with me. I had called in a lot of favors for the tickets but they were perfect. When the songs they sang at the audition were presented they each mouthed them all the way through. After the show they applauded longer than anyone else and were giddy as we left the theater. I steered us around the corner and across the street to a small bar that attracted mostly musicians and some of the theater crowd. I found a booth and made sure I would not be ignored by sitting between them. I need not have worried for as soon as we were situated the ladies took turns in sending their tongues down my throat. I was happy to see that the guys I knew in the band and at the bar had noticed. Points for me. We drank, we sang. When the band took a break they visited our booth on their way to where their wives and girlfriends were. The girls were introduced to many people but I noticed that the only one to make an impression on them was the female second bartender named Marcie. Marcie was a singer of torch songs and I had played behind her a few times. I liked Marcie a lot, we were comfortable with each other. When performing her long black hair cascaded well bellow her shoulders and framed her delicate face like a work of art. She wore black satin dresses and no bra, probably no panties. Many a lady wanted to dive under her dress and at times one got her wish. I had never seen a guy come close to getting lucky with her. At the bar she wore a pony tail and no make up. Her uniform consisted of black slacks, a white dress shirt and red suspenders. I had the impression that her singing and bar tending careers were split evenly. Marcie made sure we always had drinks. Well into the night, as I was returning from the men's room, I noticed the girls in an agitated state and looking in the direction of a short, bejeweled, gentleman that was looking at them in vague recognition. He was in fact one of the producers on their show and I guessed he was wondering if the girls had violated their confidentiality agreement. As he approached our booth I intercepted him and shook his hand while reminding him that my band had played at his son's Bar Mitzvah the previous weekend. I went on to thank him profusely for the generous tip he had given us. "In fact," I said, "it was that tip that had financed this night on the town for my friends and me." His face lit up in recognition and he told me how much the kids liked me. They were especially happy with the comedy segments. In as straight a face as I could muster I said "what comedy segments?" His laughter shook the room and I chalked up more points for making an important man in the business laugh at my joke. I introduced the girls and all pretended to have never met before. He at last got to the important question which was, "so, where have been tonight?" I mentioned the restaurant and that I thought we were going to see "The Producers" because my cousin Bobby had promised that there would be tickets there for us but there were no tickets there for us so we ended up here to drink and listen to the band." I gestured in the direction of the band as I mentioned them and I saw a couple of them smile. More points for me. He asked me what I was going to do to my cousin. I said, "Not much. I hear he has an extra testicle anyway" Again the uproarious laughter as he continued on his belated trip to the bathroom. As soon as I sat the girls raced to see who would get her tongue to my tonsils first. For the remainder of the evening at least one hand was caressing my dick over the trousers. When the gentleman came out the bathroom he went to the end of the bar and asked for a phone. As Marcie brought him the phone he asked her a question which she answered while looking at me. Marcie came over with drinks and I gave her a questioning look. Marcie said "He asked me for your last name". As Marcie leaned over the table, in as clear a move as is possible without being flagrant, Gloria offered her lips to her. Marcie stuttered " I need to go to the bathroom before I get back to work". By the time Marcie had the restroom door open Gloria was less than half a step behind her. While they were gone the gentleman came back to my booth and handed me two of his business cards. One had the number 3 on its back, a date and his initials. He said this will get you in to see "The Producers" next week. Don't turn your cousin into a soprano." We laughed at his joke and thanked him profusely. The other card had the name of The Major Recording Studio in New York, the initials S & G, and his initials. He said "Go by on Monday. I understand it is long term project." Again I thanked him and shook his hand. Carol kissed him on the cheek. He smiled at her like a kid that held a shared secret. "So far this has been the greatest evening of my life, save one" I told Carol. "Mine too. And we still have the fucking and lovemaking part of the evening to go" she said. "That will put tonight over the top" I sighed with a grin. Marcie made it back to the bar just as people began to notice her absence. It was a couple of more minutes before Gloria came back to the booth. She seemed to be in a trance. I also noticed she was no longer wearing a bra. Carol went around to her as if to comfort her but I saw that as she leaned over her hand went under Gloria's dress. Feeling Carol's hand on her pussy Gloria giggled and said "You'll get yours later." "She ate your pussy in the bathroom?" Carol whispered. Gloria nodded while looking at Marcie. Looking straight at us Marcie innocently licked her lips. Carol and I almost fell to the floor in a fit of laughter. Our evening continued until we heard the dreaded words "last call." Marcie asked how we were doing and I asked for coffee, Carol asked for water, and Gloria asked for a Marcie Special. The laughter had almost died down when Marcie brought the water and coffee. Gloria sat expectantly while Marcie placed a champagne glass in front of her. There was a note by the glass. Carol picked it up and read it. It was an address. We looked in the glass. There was an apartment key. The note also read, "I have a big place. No reason for the three of you to go all the way to your place when I live two and a half blocks away. I'll be there in an hour or so." Marcie had been in my place a couple of times as it was close to the club where she did her singing. I somehow felt that part of the note was meant for me. I doubted she knew that Carol lived next door to me. I drank my coffee and we said our goodbyes. Marcie kissed the girls on the cheek, (much to their disappointment), and kissed me on the lips, much to my surprise. We stepped out into what was still a warm evening and had no trouble finding Marcie's building. We were soon in her apartment. We were in awe. Her building had an elevator. Her living room was bigger than Carol's and my flat put together. She had a view that was not the building next door. She had real furniture and a real kitchen, even a washer and drier. Carol and I were still looking around when we saw Gloria naked on the king size bed. She looked at us and asked "Who wants to fuck me first?" I saw a hunger in Carol's eye and I am sure she saw it in mine. I was about to defer to her when she said "we both do." Carol was naked in less than thirty seconds and had her body covering Gloria's before I had my shirt off. By the time I got in bed they were in the middle of a pussy to pussy fuck. At a loss as to where I could be useful I soon saw a small space between the four legs. I reached down and stuck my thumb in Carols' pussy and a fingers in Gloria's. As I started to rapidly stroke in and out of their cunts they careened to orgasms. Once temporarily sated Gloria maneuvered Carol onto her back and rapidly kissed her way to her pussy. Her ass was in the air in front of me and I quickly accepted her invitation. I had to go slowly because hers was also a very tight pussy. By the time I was completely inside Gloria she had Carol cumming. I matched Gloria's pace on Carols pussy with my dick. I noticed that the best I could say about Gloria's reaction to my dick in her cunt was that she didn't mind. Wanting better than that I reached around her and started gently mauling her tits with one hand and searching for her clit with the other. She began to moan into Carol's pussy. Well, that's better I said to myself. We kept our positions for a long while. Each time either lady had a discernible cum I slowed to a stop to allow both of them to enjoy it. Carol propped herself on her elbows after a climax and watched me slowly fuck Gloria. Lust clouded her eyes as as she reversed her position and put her head directly under the pussy my dick was impaling. As soon as Carol was repositioned Gloria lowered her head to Carol's pussy while lowering her hips towards Carols mouth. I had to adjust my angle and while doing so I grabbed a pillow and jammed it under Carol's head. Now we had it. Soon I felt Carol's tongue on the underside of my dick as I plowed in and out of Gloria's pussy. Gloria started to cum, and cum, and cum. She screamed into Carols pussy and went limp. I stopped and lifted her over to the side of Carol. We saw she was still breathing, although is gasps, so Carol turned her body again and I penetrated her swiftly. It was obvious to me that this was the hard fuck portion of the evening so I pounded my dick into Carol's pussy hard and fast. As her orgasms began mine was not nearly imminent. A large cum on her part allowed me to pause and place her on her hands and knees. She was barely aware of the change in position when I resumed pounding her pussy. As Carol's cums resumed Gloria regained her senses and began to urge me to fuck her brains out. She asked Carol if she loved that dick pounding into her cunt. Carol moaned in orgasm while Gloria pulled on her hair and raised her head. She kissed Carol savagely. Carol began to cum continuously. Gloria released Carol and came to me, kissing me deeply. She twisted my nipple. She put a finger into my ass. I came in torrents. I needed air but Gloria would not release her kiss. Carol collapsed under me. One last spurt of cum landed on her ass. Gloria sensed that Carol had uncoupled and I was quickly abandoned. She dove for the blob of cum on Carol's ass and licked it clean, then she coaxed Carol to turn over and began to extract my cum from her pussy with her tongue. My body was trembling. I was weak. I was covered with sweat. I found the shower and turned on the water and walked in. I simply stood under the torrent until my breathing returned to normal. I found soap and lathered myself up. Before I rinsed I felt another person in the shower with me. It was Marcie. She put her arms around me and kissed me. I kissed her back. After a long kissing embrace she stepped away and asked me to soap her back. We spent a while soaping every part of the others body several times. I knew she wanted my dick to rise but it was too soon. She was fine with a nice slow, soapy finger fuck. Between kisses and caresses she told me that when she got home Gloria and Carol were in each others arms dead to the world. The room reeked of sex. Her bed was covered with sex fluids. But what really pissed her off was that none of it was hers. I gave her a "poor baby" and promised to make it up to her. We dried off and went to the bedroom. The ladies were still out. I pulled Marcie to the living room and after placing two throw pillows on the floor I coaxed her down. One pillow under her head, one under her ass, and me licking her from her ass to her clit. She was happy. I liked Marcie very much but I was amazed to find myself in the position I was in, with my head between her legs. We were very comfortable with each other but there was never any real flirting between us. We greeted each other with a hug and a kiss but everybody we knew did. She did use me as a shield when males at the cafe became too forward. We had shared several post-midnight breakfasts. But I was positive she was exclusively gay. Yet she had just spent time and effort in the shower trying to get my dick to rise for her. Coincidentally, my dick was rising for her. I continued my oral efforts until she had a nice cum then I kissed my way up her body. I removed the pillow under her ass and aimed my dick at her pussy. She moaned after the head penetrated. I slowed thinking that every other pussy in the house was very tight and this one may be too. It was, even more so. When my dick was half way into her pussy penetration became more difficult and I changed the angle by lifting her legs over my shoulders. By the time our pubic hairs were mixing she was breathing hard. Almost as soon as I started slowly stroking she started cumming. She made deep growling noises separated by gasps for breath and trembling. I liked that very much. Since I had recently had a world shattering cum I could concentrate my efforts on Marcie. Somewhere along the process, I got the impression that her pussy was in some discomfort, so I eased out. I was shocked to see a trace of blood on my dick. I laid down beside her and pulled Marcie towards me, kissing her tenderly. I asked if she needed anything. She said she needed me hold her. Since I was already holding and kissing her that was not a problem. "I cant' believe you gifted me with your cherry" I said between kisses. "I knew when I first met you that you would be the one" she said. "I wanted to be sure that it would be special to the man who took it. I needed the man to be someone important to me. I knew I was right about you" she quietly said. Once I knew I was special to her she became very special to me. It also occurred to me that she had always been so. We lay side by side on the floor kissing and caressing. The mood was broken when a stomach growled. We laughed but could not tell whose stomach had complained. The mystery became moot when both of our stomachs growled. We laughed as we stood and she said "I'll make us sandwiches." I went to the bathroom to clean up my dick and got an extra washcloth to use on Marcie's pussy. Carol and Gloria were in deep sleep. I covered them with a light blanket, turned off the light, and closed the door. When I rejoined Marcie in the kitchen I was greeted with the smell of bacon. She was making BLT's for us, my favorite. I realized that she had been paying more attention to me than I thought. I put the wet washcloth in the freezer and looked for something to drink in the fridge. I chose orange juice for us. By the time I had the drinks poured and on the table the sandwiches were ready. I waited for Marcie to sit before going to the freezer and retrieving the washcloth. I folded it at placed it on her pussy. She jumped up screaming and punched me in the arm. "You wuss. It's barely cold" I said, "and you will be happy you did this." "It's freezing, and just how many cherries have you popped?" I sensed some tension in her question. "Counting yours, oh, at least, one." "So how do you know this will help?" "By eavesdropping when my sister came home after loosing hers. It is what mom told her to do." Marcie took the washcloth from my hand and gingerly set her pussy down on it. "Brave girl" I said. She shot me the finger. We were smiling as we ate in a comfortable silence. When we finished I picked up our plates and glasses and rinsed them. She looked at me as if she had just seen a dog doing quadratic equations. I said " I'll fix myself up on the floor, you take the couch." She said "no need, sofa makes into a bed." Love, Lust, Neon Lights Ch. 03 While I set the sofa bed up she retrieved some linens and pillows and we were soon cuddling in the bed. I was amazed by how right that felt. We were skin to skin, I was semi-hard but with no intention of fucking her. She molded her body to mine and kissed me from my nipples to my forehead. We kissed until we fell asleep. I was the first to wake up. It was about noon. As I looked at Marcie's naked form as she slept it struck me just how beautiful she was. I also noted her pussy still looked a bit swollen. My dick wanted to try anyway but I just took it with me to the bathroom. After doing what I needed to do in the bathroom I went into the kitchen to make breakfast. I found coffee, eggs, and sausage and started cooking while the coffee was brewing. The aromas woke the others and slowly they staggered into the kitchen. I may have been the only one to notice that we were all naked. Breakfast perked everybody up and soon Gloria was describing in minute detail the bathroom incident of the previous night. Marcie was blushing as Gloria described how amazing she was made to feel. Neither Marcie or I made mention of our own very special event. As I picked up the dishes and started the clean up the women's conversation turned more to girl stuff. Well, girl stuff punctuated with wet kisses and nibbling on nipples but no serious effort at sex. Marcie was being well ministered to by the others. After a while Gloria and Carol drifted into the shower together while I finished cleaning up the kitchen and Marcie put the living room back together. She also took the girls dresses and put them in the fluff cycle of her clothes dryer. After Carol and Gloria emerged from the shower and dried their hair, they dressed and they announced they were going shopping. They begged Marcie to come along but she reminded them she had to go back to work that night. When they looked at me I gave them my best "Don't even think about it" look. By two in the afternoon Marcie and I were alone and I was helping her with the linens. We learned a lot about each other that afternoon. I learned she was just twenty three years old, I had thought she was older. The aggressive gay act was a self preservation ploy at the bar and at the cafe. She liked eating pussy but she was mostly a frustrated heterosexual trying to make her way past a sea of assholes. Fear had been the driving force behind preserving her virginity until early that morning. She had a college degree and a teachers certificate but made more than twice a teachers salary at the bar. Her older sister was a nurse. Her father had died when she was young, her mother lived in Florida. Her taste in music matched mine. She knew all about my group called the Rhythm Wreckers and knew that we played children's hospital wards as volunteers. I filled her in on my adventures and misadventures and she said "you are brave". "My mother calls it rash" I said. "But I have done a lot of growing up since I got to this town." Throughout a long afternoon of conversation we stayed nude, and constantly exchanged kisses and caresses. My dick remained semi-erect and she took every opportunity to caress and inspect it, even kissing it a couple of times. I however, knew that another fuck would be more pain than pleasure for her so I contented myself with bringing her off with my tongue. She had enjoyed my mouth on her pussy the first time but she had been so anxious to lose her virginity that she could not lose herself into it then. That afternoon I took the time to ask what she liked and by the time she pushed me away I had her in a constant stream of moans, gasps, and shudders. I had a good time too. When she announced she needed her pre work nap I got ready to go home but she said" not a chance" and led me to her bed. We settled into a spooning position and she quickly fell asleep. I stayed awake for a while, playing the last twenty-four hours over in my head. I got my main wish which was a threesome with Carol and Gloria. I had befriended a very big fish in show business. I had a solid job lead and tickets to a sold out show. My overall reputation had seen a major enhancement. Yet the most important part of the last twenty-four hours I felt was right now. Marcie sleeping quietly in my arms. Go figure.