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Peggy & I Ch. 01

By: PanesOfGlasss



Author's Note: This is the first chapter in the blossoming and soon-to-be-enduring romance of Peggy and Alex. At the end of this chapter, there is a question. Your comments will help shape Chapter 2, and your votes are always appreciated.

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Peggy and I had been married for six years when it happened. During those six years, our sex life had become more passionate and varied. At the beginning of those six years, though, on our wedding night, we both lost our virginity, and it wasn't pretty.

We were both twenty-two, and we had decided to wait until we were married to have intercourse. Oh, sure, we had masturbated each other, but we hadn't even engaged in oral sex, let alone intercourse.

In this day and age, you ask, how did we make it to the ripe old age of twenty-two without having intercourse?

But I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to go back to the beginning to explain how simple the answer is.

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When we first met we were shy, awkward, and acne covered. Oh, yeah . . . one other deal breaker.

We were geeks. Taped-glasses, pocket protectors, mismatched clothing, the works. 

She was chemistry major with an emphasis in materials applications. I was a mechanical engineering major with an emphasis in industrial process.

We met at a job fair towards the end of our senior year. Whittenstone Industries was looking for employees in their injectable plastics division. Peggy was applying for a position as a chemist, and I was applying for one of the production equipment design jobs. We had finished filling out our applications and we both reached for the stapler at the same time to attach our CVs.

Our hands touched. We turned to look at each other. I pushed my glasses up on my nose and looked at her as she smiled at me, revealing her braces.

Before me was a woman with short mousy brown hair that was probably brushed a day or two ago. She was wearing a T-shirt and wrinkled, striped Bermuda shorts. She was wearing white crew socks and black shoes. The T-shirt read, "There are only 10 kinds of people: Those who know binary and those who don't." The freckles on her face competed for space with a half-dozen pimples.

She was slim, with about A-cup breasts and narrow hips.

She was wearing a pair of black heavy-framed glasses with a paper clip at one temple where the screw had fallen out, and there was a little tape holding the paper clip in place.

Behind those glasses were the softest, prettiest brown eyes I had ever seen.

It was love at first sight!

Her roommate, Goldie, was with her. Goldie was graduating with a degree in international relations. She had a minor in sexual relations with anyone she had an inkling was going to get a job with a high enough salary to support her in the manner in which she intended to become accustomed. She had a plan. She was going to get her minks the way minks get minks. She was a knockout!

She was wearing a white blouse and a plaid miniskirt. The blouse was open for the top three buttons, and her C-cup plunge bra was visible. Her shapely legs were terminated by bobby sox and penny loafers. Her long blonde hair was tied in a pony tail, and her blue eyes flashed as she spoke.

"C'mon, Peggy. Are you done yet? There's, like, some law grads over there talking to the law firm, y'know, uh, interviewers. I have, like, a list of the companies that pay the highest salaries, and I want to hang out there and, you know, listen to their recruiters to see what guys have the best chance."

When Goldie spoke, I turned to look at her, and I got an eyeful of her outfit and shapely form. I looked at her for a couple of seconds, and then back to Peggy.

Peggy was looking down, obviously looking disappointed that I had seen Goldie. It was apparent that she was used to being treated with indifference whenever she tried to speak to a man when Goldie was around.

"Could you tell your friend you'll meet her later?" I asked Peggy. "I'd like to get a cup of coffee with you"

Peggy's mouth dropped, and then she smiled again.

"Goldie, could I meet . . . could you, uh . . ."

"Yeah, Peggy, like, whatever. I'll see you back at the dorm."

Looking relieved that she would not have Peggy with her while she was talking to cute boys, Goldie made a beeline towards her prey.

Peggy said, "Uh yeah, well, uh, I don't drink coffee after breakfast . . . soda . . ."

I screwed up all the courage I could muster and said, "Uh, well . . . Peggy, is it? . . . I'll get you whatever you want. For me, all I . . . all I want . . . is, uh, to-drink-in-those-beautiful-brown-eyes."

I said the last part so fast that I wasn't sure it was intelligible, but I knew she understood it when I saw her reaction. Her knees buckled slightly and she fell back against the table behind her.

I reached out my hand and grabbed her arm to steady her. She looked at me with those big brown eyes and my heart melted.

That first "date" was a trip to the café at the Student Union, where I bought her a soda. I told her my name, and we talked about our majors and what we wanted to do with our degrees. 

I told her that she had the prettiest smile I had ever seen, and she blushed. 

"My braces, uh, come off . . . two weeks before, um, graduation. Finally. The first thing I'm . . . I'm going to do is, uh, go the movies and have popcorn. I missed that the most!"

"I would like, uh, maybe we could, um, share that popcorn?"

"I'd like to share . . . yeah, we could . . . uh, yeah, I'd like that."

My hand reached out for hers, and she reached out for mine. When our fingers touched, we both pulled back as if we had received an electric shock. We inched forward again, only to retreat a second time. We succeeded on the third try, and we held hands and talked for an hour, sometimes in complete sentences, but not often.

We began dating when we weren't studying for our finals. After the second date, we actually started talking to each other in complete sentences with fewer than six "uhs" a minute.

Having Goldie for a roommate turned out to be a plus. When she found out that her hapless, hopeless roommate had a boyfriend for the first time in the three years she'd known Peggy, she decided to make a project of the two of us.

In her usual tactful, thoughtful manner she explained her motivation.

"I'm, like, going to give each of you a makeover. I'm going to help the two of you look, you know, decent for once because I would feel guilty if I didn't, like, help you look decent for the first time in your sorry-assed lives. If I don't, you know, you may never have, like, another shot."

You know, tactful. And articulate as always.

She took Peggy to her spa and treated her to a full treatment. Hair, nails, the works. The beautician there told her about all of the acne medications that were available, and gave her a Proactiv treatment.

Goldie took Peggy to a couple of stores and told her about matching articles of clothing with each other. They spent an entire day, with a couple of follow-up sessions.

One of Goldie's jock boyfriends was tasked with taking me shopping. He got me reasonably coordinated, and took me to his barber for a haircut.

By Graduation Day, we both actually looked halfway decent. Peggy's braces had been off for two weeks by then, and her smile was even better than I imagined it would be.

The two of us had no illusions. We were not "A-List" material. We were not particularly athletic, and we looked a bit . . . well, we looked a bit dorky. My nose was a bit long, and my chin was just shy of nonexistent. I thought my eyes were too close together. We both hated contacts, so we wore glasses. We had traded the heavy black frames for something a little more stylish by then, though.

The Proactiv was working, finally, and both of our faces looked somewhat less like pepperoni pizzas. The near-absence of pimples let Peggy's freckles really stand out. With her slightly pointed upturned nose, I thought they made her cute as a button!

I will never forget our first kiss. It was on our third date. We had gone for lunch together at the main dining room. I walked her back to her dorm. In the common room on the ground floor, we watched TV for a little while. 

"I have to go study," she said.

"Okay, well so do I."

"When will you be free again?"

"Uh, I dunno. What's your schedule like?"

"Test tomorrow at 10, and then I think I'm free. How about you?"

"Hmmm. How about lunch tomorrow?"

She smiled, her braces flashing.

"It's a date!"

I took her hands and looked at her cute smile. It was now or never!

"Peggy, I, uh . . . well, could I . . . we've never . . . kissed? You and me, I mean . . . would . . ."

"Oh Alex, yes!"

She was about six inches shorter than my six-foot-one. She tilted her head up and closed her eyes. She puckered her lips, and I leaned slowly down and gave her a tentative peck.

I pulled back and looked to see her reaction.

She looked at me and smiled again.

"Can we, uh, do that again?" she asked.

I leaned back down and our lips touched again. She let go of my hands, and I thought something was wrong. I was about to pull back when I felt her arms around my neck for the first time. She pulled me to her and we stood there kissing with her arms around me.

I was so surprised at this that my arms were still at my sides.

"Aren't you going to hug me too?" she asked, pulling back for a second.

I put my arms around her slim waist, and our lips met again. She was warm and soft. I had imagined this since I first saw her, but I never knew how wonderful she felt in my arms.

We stood there in the corner of the common room, hugging and kissing. No tongues. Just lips.

The kiss lasted at least a minute. 

"I never, uh, knew how nice that would be," I said.

"Me either. First?"

Blushing, I said, "Yeah, you?"

She blushed, too.

"Mmmm," she nodded.

"I liked it."

"Me too. Gotta go."

"Sure. See you tomorrow."

I gave her a peck on the cheek, and we parted to go study.

Over the next weeks, our kissing progressed. Two weeks later, as I was bringing her back from a movie, we sat in my car and kissed. I let my hands roam just a bit, and she moaned with pleasure. I took this as a sign to progress, and I slid one hand up to lightly touch one of her breasts. She gasped, and broke the kiss. I sat back up, fearing that I had gone too far.

"Alex, I have been dreaming of your touch."

She took my hand and placed it on her breast!

She closed her eyes and leaned back, inviting me to explore her breasts. I didn't need any more encouragement, and I put both hands to work. It was incredible! Her breasts were small but very firm. She was wearing a tank top with spaghetti straps. It had a built-in bra. I could feel her nipples harden as I massaged her breasts. 

"Oh, Alex, yesss, yesss!" she repeated over and over as I played with her. 

My penis was getting harder and harder. I was actually touching a cute girl's tits! It was far more erotic than I had ever imagined in my wildest masturbatory fantasies!

Slowly she pulled the straps of her top down. I looked around, and we were alone in the parking structure. I pulled the elastic top down and saw those perky little breasts for the first time. 

She had no tan line, as neither of us got outside in the sun very often. Her creamy skin blended right into her breasts. Her areolas were about an inch in diameter with the cutest little nipples I could have imagined. 

I leaned down to kiss them, and she closed her eyes again. My lips touched her nipples.

"Oh, Alex. Yesss! That feels sooo good!"

I continued to suck and lick for twenty minutes, alternating with kissing that cute, pixyish mouth. Eventually, we broke our petting, and she pulled up her top. She looked at me with those brown eyes.

"I liked that," she said. "I want you to do that again next time."

"Peg, I was hoping you would say that. I have been dreaming about touching you since we met."

She leaned forward and kissed me again. Her hand moved across my hips to reach for the seat on the other side for support as she did so.

Her hand brushed my erection. I froze.

Her hand continued across to the seat. She kissed me.

"You really liked that, uh, didn't you?"

I was embarrassed. I couldn't respond.

"I don't want to be selfish," she said. "Your touch was electric. I know you have an erection. It's okay. I'm happy you find me attractive enough.

"Can I . . . help . . . you?"

This was the first time in my life that a girl had expressed interest in handling my penis! I almost came at the thought of it!

"Uhyuh . . ah, I'd li . . . unhuh."

I couldn't even get the right words out of my mouth to say "yes."

She got the idea, though.

Looking right into my eyes, she reached down and undid my belt, unhooked the top of my shorts, and pulled down my zipper. 

"Lift your hips," she said.

As I did, she pulled my shorts and undershorts down far enough to free my cock. She looked down at it.

"Yours is the first penis I have ever seen," she said.

Her first touch was every bit as erotic as I had hoped. She touched it lightly on the head.

"Oh, smooth," she said.

She slid her hand up and down the shaft; alternately watching what she was doing and watching my face. My beautiful Peggy was giving me my first handjob!

She rubbed on me softly for about a minute. I knew I couldn't last much longer and fumbled in the door pocket, where I kept extra napkins from McDonalds and Burger King take-out orders.

Peggy whispered in my ear.

"I like touching your penis, Al. Do you like my hand on it?"

I didn't have to answer. I pushed a wad of napkins onto the head of my cock and blew my first non-auto-erotic load into them!

I tensed and strained as I came.

"Unghhh. OH Yesss. OH Peg. UNGHHH!"

I reached down and milked the last of my cum out. I lifted my hips and pulled my shorts back up.

She hugged me and kissed me.

"I'm so happy that I could . . . uh . . . please you. I had never done that, and I didn't know if I could do it correctly. I Googled 'masturbation' and looked at how to do it, and I hope it did it right."

That was my little science major! She had anticipated this moment, and actually researched how to do it correctly.

"I . . . I . . .I"

"What, Al?"

The heat of the moment had gotten to me. I told her what I had been afraid to tell her for the last week or so.

"I . . . I think I love you."

She grabbed me and hugged me so hard it knocked the breath out of me.

"Oh, Al. I dreamed of hearing those words since the moment you brushed off Goldie to talk to me alone. I fell for you right then and there. I was afraid if I told you or went too fast I would scare you off."

I hugged her back.

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

We kissed and hugged for a few minutes.

"Uh, Peggy?"

"Yes, Sweetie?"

It was the first time she used a pet name for me, and my heart melted.

"Uh, do you want me to, uh, well, want me, uh to . . ."

"Get me off?"

I blushed and nodded.

"Let's leave that for another time. I've done more today than I have ever done before. I, uh, just want to remember today for the spontaneous first time that we did, uh, what we, uh . . .did."

"Okay," I said. "We'll make the next step really special."

We met whenever we could, but both of us took our finals seriously. We each had a paper to two to finish, and then it was finals week. We managed a few petting sessions, a couple of which ended like the one in my car. She still did not want me to do more than feel her breasts.

"We're both under a lot of stress right now, and we have time constraints because of studying. I can wait," she said. 

Finally, it was over. We each had handed in the last paper and taken the last test. I met her outside the classroom where she had her last final. It was about 4 pm.

"Guess what?" I asked.

"Is it good?" she queried back.

"Yeah! Both of my roommates are heading to an after-finals all-nighter at a buddy's frat house. I have the apartment to myself."

She put her arms around my neck.

"That was my last final. No time constraints. No pressure. My folks don't come in until the day after tomorrow for graduation."

She pulled me down to her and kissed me. Her braces hadn't been off for that long, and I was still getting used to her teeth without them. I liked the change.

"Can we get some Chinese food for dinner?" 

"Yeah. Want spicy tonight?" I asked.

"Szechuan lamb, extra spicy and some tangerine chicken."

"And some Peking Ravioli," I added.

"Damn Yankees," Peggy said with a smile. "Only you guys call them Peking Ravioli. Everyone else in the world calls them pot stickers or Jiaozi. Of course in Japanese restaurants they are gyōza. You have to be different because Joyce Chen called them Peking Ravioli at her Cambridge restaurant all those years ago.

"Outside Chinatown, in Boston no one knew much about Chinese food. She knew that even the Irish ate at Italian restaurants once in a while, and everyone knew Chef Boy-Ar-Dee's canned ravioli. She dubbed them Peking Ravioli, and suddenly everyone knew what to expect, sort of."

"I love it when you get pedantic about food," I said, following it with a kiss.

We stopped by our favorite take-out joint after ordering our food with a Smartphone app. I got a little extra hot mustard, just in case.

It was a short walk from the restaurant to my apartment. My roomies were just getting ready to go.

"Hi, Peg," one of them said. 

The other asked me again if I wanted to go with them to the party. I declined, pointing to the bag of Chinese food.

Five minutes later they were gone. I finally had my lovely Peggy all to myself.

I walked over to her and kissed her. She kissed me back. We held the kiss for at least ten minutes. She felt so good in my arms.

The smell of the food was getting to us, though. 

"Let's eat," Peggy said.

I broke out some plates and chopsticks and Peg got some serving utensils.

She served up a little of each, and we tasted the food to see if it was hot enough. 

To this day, Peggy is the only woman I know who likes hotter food than me. 

On an earlier date, she related an incident.

"One of the local restaurants had a hot wings contest. They had hot, hotter, hottest and nuclear. I was one of three to make it to nuclear. One other person and I were the only two who finished a nuclear wing. I just smiled, and took another one. 

"I added three drops of Dave's Insanity Private Reserve Sauce. I put it in my mouth and sucked the meat right off the drumette. I smiled, chewed and swallowed. 

"When I offered the bottle of Dave's to the other contestant, he just shook his head and raised his hands in surrender.

"My head felt like it was going to explode in flames, but I didn't want to give the jock the satisfaction. I accepted the prize money and T-shirt, had my picture taken for the 'Wall of Flame,' and then calmly walked out of the restaurant. 

"I went a couple of doors down the street and bought a half pint of sour cream and a small bag of chips. I downed the whole purchase in three minutes flat.

"That put out the flames, but the coals burned for another hour or so. I might have settled for a tie if the asshole hadn't flexed his muscles before the contest began and said, 'I ain't gonna let no little pimple-faced chickee show me how to eat hot wings.' I hope is chauvinist jock buddies gave him hell for a week. It was worth it."

Our Chinese food that night was spicy enough. She didn't have to add the hot mustard or go the cabinet for a drop of the Dave's I kept there. By the way, if you've never had it, one drop is all you need to spice up a whole bowl of chili. Great stuff.

As we ate, we talked.


Peggy & I Ch. 01



"Mom and Dad will be here day after tomorrow about Noon. They're staying at the Marriott. My aunt Beth and Uncle Ross are going to be there, too, and my cousins Sara and Elaine will be with them. 

"Dad's throwing a pre-graduation dinner for me, and I asked him if I could bring a friend, and he said OK. Can you make it?"

"Sure. My parents don't get in till the next day. They're driving in and staying the night. That way they don't have to fight traffic the next day for graduation. They're taking me to the China Pearl in Chinatown for lunch."

"The dim sum place with the crispy-noodle-coated deep fried stuffed crab claws?"

"The very same."

"I love that place!"

"Wanna come with? You can bring your Mom and Dad, and even your aunt and uncle. The place has some huge tables."

"I'd love to. I'll call Mom tomorrow. I know the only thing they have planned for their visit is the Duck Tour that afternoon and the MFA the day after graduation. They haven't been to Fine Arts since the new wing was opened five years ago or so."

"The Duck Tour?" I asked. "The MFA I can understand, but the Duck Tour?"

Peg laughed and said, "They go on the Duck Tour whenever they're here in Boston together. They met at Harvard Law. The day before they graduated, Dad took Mom on the Duck Tour with Grandpa and Grandma. He proposed to Mom on the Charles River. Now it's a must."

"That's romantic. Get the time of the tour, and I'll see if I can get seats, too. We'll celebrate with them."

"That's as corny as Mom and Dad," she said, then kissed me. "I love corny."

When we finished dinner, she washed the dishes and I dried them and put them away.

Peg had to go to the bathroom. While she was there, I closed the drapes, lit a few candles, and put on some slow jazz music. I got the bottle of wine I had stashed, along with two glasses. I had a bottle of massage oil, and I put it in a "patio size" crock pot that was designed for serving nacho cheese and the like. It had a "warm" setting that was perfect for heating massage oil when the crock was filled with water and left uncovered. It's amazing what you can find for four bucks at Goodwill!

When Peg came out of the bathroom, she smiled at my arrangements. I walked over to her and took her by the hand. I kissed her lips, neck and shoulders. I turned her around and started to unbutton her shirt, reaching around her to do so. Her head went back to rest on my chest. She stood there with her arms at her sides, sighing and moaning as I undressed her. As time soon revealed, this was our favorite way to start sex. Still is.

When her shirt was completely unbuttoned, I reached up and started to play with her breasts through her bra. It was a simple, thin cotton bra, and her breasts felt delicious through the material.

"I want your hands on my skin," she said.

I pulled her shirt from her shoulders and off her arms. As I touched the clasp of her bra, she shuddered slightly. I pulled the straps off her shoulders, and then reached around to hold the cups and pull them away.

I let the bra drop and then cupped her breasts with my hands. 

"God I love your breasts. They are so sexy."

"They're too small," she said.

"Too small for what?" I asked. "Too small for one of Goldie's dreamboats, maybe, but not for a man who knows how to appreciate the female form.

"Peg, they're perfect for a woman your size, and a woman your size is perfect . . ."

I kissed her neck.

". . . perfect for me."

Peggy reached up and put her hands on mine. 

"I love it when you say that, Honey."

I whispered I her ear, "I think it's time I saw something I have been dreaming about for weeks."

My hands left her breasts and moved down her torso. They met at the front of her jeans, and I unbuttoned them. When I pulled the zipper down, her knees buckled and she pressed back against me.

I pulled her jeans down a little and turned her around. I sat her on the sofa and pulled her shoes and socks off. Then I reached up to the waistband and pulled her jeans all the way off, slowly. I caressed her legs as the denim moved off. When the jeans were removed, I saw she had on a pair of pink cotton panties. I moved my hands slowly back up her legs, and when they reached her panties, I pulled them down very slowly. As I caught my first glimpse of her furry pussy, I gasped. She did, too. 

Her pubic hair was almost untrimmed. I guessed she just took off enough to keep it from poking out when she wore a swimsuit, and I was pretty sure she didn't own a bikini. Her hair looked soft and inviting. I thought it looked beautiful and sexy.

I pulled her panties all the way off. She was now naked before me for the first time. She was shaking a little, though it was very warm in the room. I knelt down next to her and held her tightly.

"I love you, Peg."

"I love you, too, Al."

"Lay still, Sweetheart, and enjoy."

I picked up the warm massage oil and applied a little to her hand. I massaged her right hand, finger by finger and then the palm. I worked my way from her hand to her shoulder, and then did the other hand an arm. Next, I massaged her neck and worked my way down to her breasts. I kissed them and sucked on her nipples. She moaned softly.

I put oil on her breasts and rubbed them both at the same time. When I pinched her nipples lightly, she gasped.

"Oh, yesss. I like that. Do that some more."

I did.

When I finished with her breasts I moved down to her stomach, kissing her ribs as I went. She smiled and made a little noise at each rib. I massaged oil into her hips next, and then started on her thighs. Her legs opened slightly and then closed when I massaged her thighs, but I had no intention yet of moving to her pussy. 

I pulled out a bath towel, and told her to turn over onto it to keep the massage oil off the couch.

She did so, and I went to work on her back. I massaged her back for fifteen minutes to "oohs" and "ahs."

I my hands reached her hips. I kneaded her gluteus maximus.

"Peg, I think your ass is sweet and luscious. I don't know how a woman could be put together so perfectly."

"My ass is too small, too."

I licked it and she squirmed a little.

"Just the right size for me." 

I reached down and spread her legs slowly. She inhaled sharply and caught her breath. My fingers inched their way up to her labia, but did not touch them yet. She raised her hips up a little in anticipation. 

I reached underneath with my other hand and put it on her pubic hair.

"Peg, your hair is so soft. I bet what's next to it is soft, too."

"Oh, oh, ohhh. Touch me, touch me now."

I took one finger and ran it to her labia. 

"Oh, yesss."

I circled her lips and lightly ran my fingers over them.

"Oh, God, that is so good. Touch me harder. Touch me there!"

With the hand that was underneath her, I lightly touched her clit. She shuddered and pressed herself into the couch.

"Oh, yeah! Ahhhh AHHHH!"

As I rubbed her clit, I slowly moved one finger into her pussy, which was now very wet.

"Oh, my God. Oh my God. Oh, my God!"

Her hips rode up and down on my finger as I massaged her clit. I rubbed gently at first, and then rubbed harder as she drove her hips against the finger I had in her vagina. I was hoping that putting it in from behind would maybe hit her G-spot. 

"Oh, yesss. Oh, yess. Oh ahh AHHHNGGHHH!"

She spasmed for quite a while and then collapsed on my hand.

I lay next to her and caressed her hair.

"You are my beautiful, beautiful Peggy," I whispered in her ear again and again.

Finally, she turned to me and hugged me.

"I love you sooo much," she said.

She started to undo my shirt, and I said, "No. Let's wait a while. I want to enjoy the sensation of you naked next to me for a while. Right now there's nothing in the world that would make me feel better than that."

She looked up at me and said, "God, where did you learn to do all that stuff. You said you were a virgin, too. That was the kind of sex you read about in romance novels."

"You gave me the idea."

"What?"

"You said you researched masturbation on Google. I typed in 'romantic sex.' It took me to a website called Literotica. They had all sorts of erotic romance stories with lingering slow licking and rubbing, but they had something even better as well. 

"I noticed they had a forum section, and one of the forums was called How To. When I clicked on it, it was a forum for writers."

"What . . . It taught you how to format my paragraphs?" she joked.

"Sort of. It had sections on how to describe great sex of every kind when writing stories. It had quite a number of threads by women who wanted men to know how a woman wanted to be fingered. I realized that in addition to being instructive to writers, it was also instructive to inexperienced men."

"Like you," she giggled.

"Yeah. Exactly," I said. "I read six, maybe eight threads, and paid attention to the ones that were similar. I figured that if they were common among different writers, they were probably good advice. So, was it?"

"Was it what?"

"Good advice, silly."

"She grabbed me again in a tight hug, and said, "It was the best, Honey. Thanks for taking the time to find out how to please me!

"Did you find the thing about heating the massage oil there, too?"

"Uh . . . well . . . I, uh . . ."

"Spit it out, mister!"

"Goldie."

"What?!?!? Did you two . . .? I'll kill her if . . . and then you . . ."

"Oh, no no no . . . no, never. God, no! I just asked her what you liked. You know, if she knew what flowers, jewelry, other stuff . . . you know like that. Research."

"Oh? And did she offer to give you a massage?" she asked playfully.

"Nnnn, no." I stuttered. "I saw she had a bottle of massage oil, and I asked her about it. She said that a great way to tell if a suitor was an ape or a gentleman was to see if he was slow and gentle or rough, quick and uncaring. A slow massage, she said, was a good omen, but she cautioned me to warm up the oil first."

"Well, maybe she isn't a brainless slut gold digger after all," Peg laughed. "Sorry, I didn't mean it to come out like that. She's been nice to me as a roommate. I actually owe her for what she taught you."

She kissed me again.

"It was nice. Good memory to look back on."

She was toying with my buttons as she said that, and she started to unbutton my shirt. 

"Your turn," she said.

She took my shirt off and rubbed on my shoulders.

"Ooo. I like that."

"I know. Turn over."

I flopped onto my belly, and she rubbed my back with some of the massage oil. Man, that warm oil really did feel good.

What felt even better was when she poured a puddle of oil on my back and rubbed her tits all over my back. It really didn't work as a massage, but the knowledge that she was rubbing her tits on my back gave me an instant hard-on!

She flipped me over and unzipped my pants. She took my pants, undershorts, shoes and socks off, and then looked at my naked body next to her. She idly ran the backs of her fingers up and down my legs, and finally settled on my penis. 

She applied some of the massage oil and wrapped her hand around the shaft. It slid up and down easily, and the sensation was like nothing I ever imagined. She sometimes worked the whole penis, and sometimes concentrated on the head. She watched my reaction when she did different things, and she smiled when I tensed up with pleasure. 

After a while, she just gazed into my eyes as she stroked me.

"I love getting you hard and rubbing on you," she said. "I love the way you look at my body. I never thought I would find a man who would look at me the way you do. I love you."

After a few minutes of this, I exploded in her hand, and she used the towel to clean me up. Then, with her tits still slippery from the massage oil, she lay on top of me with her arms folded under her chin.

"I'm so happy right now," she said. "Just think. If we hadn't applied to the same company at the same time, we may never have met!"

"Oh yeah! Whittenstone. You heard from them yet?"

"No, but they said it wouldn't be until graduation before they notified anyone."

"I hope we both get the nod."

She leaned down and kissed me.

"That would be nice."

We both got dressed and watched The Maltese Falcon while we sipped the wine. I was leaning back on the couch, and she was cuddled up against me.

When it was over, she looked at me and said in her best imitation of Humphrey Bogart, "You're the stuff that dreams are made of."

I kissed her again.

After the movie, I knew she had to leave. We had discussed this eventuality, and she was adamant about not wanting intercourse before she was married. It wasn't a particularly religious reason for this, but it was a wonderfully moral reason. 

"I want to tell the man I marry that his is the first penis to be inside me. I think that this is sexy, and I think he will appreciate that I held out for him."

I agreed that it was the best course. We decided that if she slept over at his point in our relationship, there might be too much temptation, so I walked her back to her dorm and kissed her good night.

The next day was hectic. There was some paperwork we had to do, and we had to pick up caps and gowns. She finished packing up her dorm room, sold her refrigerator to a Summer Session student, and got all of her pictures off the walls.

I didn't need to rush packing, as my lease was September to September. I had a sublet coming in about two weeks after graduation. A grad student needed the place for a summer internship. That gave me plenty of time.

I made some calls and set up a few things I needed to take care of. We met for dinner again, but went out to eat this time. We thought it best not to have any sexual agenda that night, as family was liable to call about the next day.

We saw a movie, shared some popcorn, and went to bed. Separately.

The next day, I walked over to her dorm a little before Noon, and we waited for her parents to call. I had on a pair of khakis and a sport jacket. She was wearing a cute white dress that Goldie had picked out for her. Simple, straight lines with a playful red and blue collar. She was gorgeous in it!

Just after Noon, she got the call that they were at the Boston Marriott at Copley Place. We took the "T" (the MBTA) to Copley Place, and found the Marriott. Stepping inside, we were met with a fantastic lobby. I had seen the outside numerous times as I passed by, but I never imagined that the inside was so beautiful. 

We took the elevator to one of the upper floors and found her parents' room. She knocked on the door, and a beautiful couple in their late forties opened the door. 

"Mom! Dad!" Peg exclaimed as she ran to them and hugged them.

"Peg, you look beautiful!" her mother exclaimed, holding Peg at arm's length to look at her. "The dress . . . it's magnificent!"

I got the impression that if Peggy's dress was made of burlap, her mother would have made the same comment. The dress was nice, but not that nice. It was the fact that Peggy was in a dress, not jeans or shorts that awed her mother.

"Introduce us to this handsome young man?" said her father.

Again, I was young, but not that handsome. It was the fact that she was actually with a boy.

"Oh, sorry Daddy. Mom, Dad, this is Alex. He's graduating with me."

Both shook my hand.

"Call me Ed, and this is Leni."

"Pleased to meet you both. Everyone calls me Al."

"Peg, why don't the two of you enjoy the view while we wait for your Aunt Beth and Uncle Ross to get here?"

Ed and Leni had a suite. The sitting room was nicely appointed with comfortable chairs, a bar and one of the best views of Boston I had seen. 

We sat near the window, and Leni brought over a couple of sodas. I recognized the brand as one of Peg's favorites and wondered for a millisecond before I remembered. It was Peg's mom who brought it.

We all chatted about school and my major for a few minutes. The knock at the door brought Aunt Beth and Uncle Ross into the room, along with Sara and Elaine.

Peg's aunt an uncle looked a little younger than her parents, and Sara and Elaine looked like they were in high school.

Peg ran to her aunt and uncle and they hugged and kissed. Aunt Beth looked at her.

"Who are you, and what have you done with my niece, Peggy?" she laughed.

Peggy spun around to show her dress.

"I love it!" said Aunt Beth.

"Thank him," she said, pointing to me. "Alex is the reason that I decided to . . . uh . . ."

"To stop using a random system for picking mismatched pants, shorts and tops?"

Blushing, Peg said, "Yeah, that."

Aunt Beth walked over to me and gave me a hug. 

"Glad to meet you, Alex. Anyone who could inspire her to dress like that, has got to be wonderful!"

Her dad said, "I think he likes to be called Al."

Uncle Ross said, "Well, glad to meet you Al. Girls?"

Sara and Elaine came over, introduced themselves and nervously shook my hand.

Ed and Leni had pre-ordered sandwiches and drinks for lunch. They arrived, and the waiter set them up on the bar. The agenda apparently was to look at this magnificent view, have a leisurely lunch and catch up.

Aunt Beth was Leni's sister, and they had not seen each other for nearly a year. Sara and Elaine hadn't seen Peg for even longer. That left Ed, Uncle Ross and me.

While the women were engaged in animated conversation, Ed, Uncle Ross and I got to know each other.

Ed is a patent lawyer, specializing in international patent law. Uncle Ross is an accountant in a hospital.

I explained that I was looking for a job in materials-handling equipment design. 

"Where did you two meet?" asked Uncle Ross. 

I explained the chance meeting at the employment fair at school.

"Ah," said Ed, "Timing. Timing is everything. Even in humor. Ask me what the secret to good humor is."

Uncle Ross rolled his eyes.

"I'll bite. What is the secret to . . ."

"Timing," yelled Ed before I could finish the sentence. 

We all laughed.

Uncle Ross asked, "Ed, did you order the usual?"

"You bet, but don't ask what they charge for a bottle of it here," said Ed. "Over behind the bar. Get me one, too. Just a splash." Then looking at me, he said, "Do you drink, Al?"

"I have a glass of wine from time to time."

"Ever drink scotch?"

"Yeah, once. Someone I knew at a frat decided he was going to act sophisticated for his new girlfriend. He went to a liquor store and asked for a single malt scotch. He heard that sophisticated men drank single malt. 

"The owner of the store pointed to the single malt section, and asked what kind of scotch my friend wanted. Not wanting to seem inexperienced, my buddy just walked over and found a bottle that wasn't the cheapest, but not the most expensive. He said 'There it is,' to impress the clerk and bought it.

"He gave me a drink, and I thought it tasted like a distilled truck tire. Haven't tried scotch since then."

Ed laughed.

"Do you remember what brand it was?"

"Not sure. I think it sounded like Lafrog or Lafroog."

Uncle Ross was back with two glasses. His had scotch and ice and Ed's just had scotch, it seemed.

Both of them laughed and together they said, "Laphroaig."

"Al," said Uncle Ross, "You were ambushed. Laphroaig is one of the peatiest scotches there is."

The blank look on my face prompted an explanation.

"Scotch is made from malted barley. When the sprouting barley is dried, the Scots use peat. The more peat that is used in conjunctions with other fuels, the stronger the burnt peat flavor. Giving a first time scotch drinker a shot of Laphroaig is like giving a kid a kalamata olive as his first olive."

"That I can understand," I said. "It took a while to learn to like olives enough to try different kinds, and now my favorite on pizza are kalamatas."




Peggy & I Ch. 01



"Would you like to taste a much milder scotch? Nothing like the one you tried."

"Sure. Pour just a sip. I'd hate to waste good liquor if I don't like it."

"Wise man. Frugal. I like that, laddie. A wee dram coming up," said Uncle Ross in a bad Scots accent.

"Bring the pitcher," said Ed.

"Right. Coming up."

Uncle Ross brought over a bottle, a glass and a pitcher. The bottle said Glenfarclas.

Ed said, "This is a medium bodied scotch, but it is aged in used sherry casks to mellow the flavor."

He poured a small shot and said, "Smell it first."

I gave it a sniff. It was far better smelling than the Laphroaig my buddy had given me. The smell was complex, and I could detect several flavors.

"Now give it a little sip. Hold it in your mouth."

I did as requested, and found it pleasantly mild compared to the other one I tasted. Still a little strong, but not unpleasant.

Ed held out the pitcher and added just a splash of water.

"A little water brings out the flavor and releases more of the aromatics. Never ice like some Philistines I know," nodding to Uncle Ross.

Uncle Ross held up his glass in a salute and said, "No ice is un-American."

I smelled and tasted the scotch with the water, and there actually were more scents that even an untrained nose could detect. Same with the taste. More flavorful and a little milder.

Peggy was walking over, as she had seen her dad with the scotch.

"I could get used to this," I said.

"Making another convert, Daddy?" quipped Peg.

"I think so, Peg. We'll have to give him a taste here and there to see what he likes."

Peg have him a hug, and then patted him on the shoulder.

"That's my dad, Al. Willing to volunteer at any hour to corrupt the youth of America."

Ed and Uncle Ross clinked their glasses.

"Here's to the corruption of young Americans with old scotch," toasted Ed.

We talked for the rest of the afternoon. I found them unexpectedly easy to talk to. Once Elaine and Sara got over the idea of a college graduate, I even enjoyed talking with them. 

The afternoon turned into the evening. I limited myself to one full shot of scotch, as I didn't drink that often and didn't want to seem intoxicated in front of Peg's family.

I did notice that Peg sipped down about a shot per hour, drinking it the way her father did. She caught me staring at her while she was sipping, and smiled.

"Dad introduced me to it when I turned twenty-one last year. I'll share some of my favorites with you. I never had any at school because alcohol isn't allowed in the dorms, and a shot of the good stuff at a bar can break you."

At five thirty, we walked to the Legal Seafood restaurant nearby. I had been to Legal Seafood at several of their locations. As always, the food was very good.

At dinner, Ed stood up and announced that it was time for Peg's graduation present. He handed her a piece of paper.

Peg opened it and her jaw dropped. She was speechless. She hugged her mom and dad like they had just come back from the dead.

"How . . . why . . . you can't . . ."

I asked, "What is it Peg?"

Peg handed me the paper. It was a computer printout. A receipt. A receipt in the amount of Peg's entire student loan! Her mom and dad had just paid off every nickel!

"Peggy, dear, when your father and I said that we were only going to pay for part of your college education, we did it because something you pay for yourself is more important in your mind than something given to you for free. We knew that it would be just one more motivator for you to get the most out of college that you could. It has always been our intention to pay for your schooling, and now that you are graduating, it is time to share our secret."

Peg was crying now. She was hugging her parents with tears of joy in her eyes.

We enjoyed the rest of the dinner and the dessert that followed. Peg kept looking at the printout, as if it would turn into a dream and go away if she didn't check on it every ten minutes.

After dinner, I told Ed and Leni that I would escort Peg back to her dorm.

"We're looking forward to meeting your parents tomorrow," Ed said. "Dim sum at the China Pearl brings back old memories, too. I hope they still have the salt and pepper shrimp at the steam table."

"Only on weekends now, but I think you can order them ala carte."

Ed put his hand on my shoulder.

"You seem to be a regular guy, Al. Peg seems to like you, and I can see why. Feel free to call me about anything. Anything. She's the most important thing in our lives."

"Thank you. She's the most important thing in mine, too."

He shook my hand with a good, strong grip and looked me square in the eye.

"Good. See you tomorrow."

On the way back to her dorm, Peg asked me how I liked her parents. She said it was important to answer honestly, and not blow off the question with a pat answer.

"I liked them. Really. We spent the whole afternoon talking, and they treated me like I was one of the family. Both of them are sweet and your dad has a funny side to him."

"Phew, she said. "That's a relief. You are the first boy I've ever brought 'home' and I was hoping you would hit it off."

We got back to her dorm, and I kissed her goodnight.

"Pick you up at ten," I said. 

She nodded, and went up to her room.

I went back to my apartment and Googled "single malt" so I could converse a little more intelligently on the subject. Then I masturbated while thinking of fucking Peg in that dress. 

The next morning, I was up at 8 am. Peg called at 9. When I saw her on the caller ID, I hoped everything was all right.

"I got it! I got the job! They send letters to everyone, both thumbs up and thumbs down, but they personally call each accepted applicant."

My heart was in my throat. If she got the job and I didn't, I would have to try to find other work nearby if I was to be with her.

"Wow, Peg, that's great! Congratulations! I'll keep my fingers crossed. See you in an hour."

I went to pick Peg up, and she was waiting for me in another outfit Goldie had helped her pick out. It was very "Goldie," except a bit more modest. She was wearing a plaid skirt that came down to just above the knee. Goldie's ended just below her ass. Peg was wearing a white blouse that was buttoned to the second button from the top, and her bra did not show at all. She had a light red sweater over her shoulders with the sleeves tied together in front, tan knee socks and loafers.

I thought about Goldie wearing almost the same outfit the first day I saw her, and Peg wearing this outfit now. I thought Peg was far sexier in it than Goldie could ever be. A woman acting normally in a hot outfit is far sexier that one who is obviously on the make.

I complimented her on her attire, and we took the "T" to Boylston St. Station for the short walk to the China Pearl.

The restaurant is on the second floor, with a steep set of stairs leading to it from the street. As we neared the top, I could see my parents waiting for me. I introduced Peg, and Mom hugged her. 

"It's nice to meet you, dear. Alex has told us so much about you."

Peg looked at me, and I blushed a bit.

"Oh, Mom, I just said I was dating her. That's all."

I winked at her, and she toned down a bit. Dad took her hand and kissed it. 

"Enchanté," he said.

"Merci, tout le plaisir est pour moi" Peg replied.

It seemed odd. The subject of other languages had never come up. I wanted to ask if Peg spoke French, or just knew a few words, but this was not the time or place.

Just then, Elaine and Sara ran up the steps.

"Hi, Peggy." 

"Hi, Cousin Peggy."

"Hi, you two."

Ed, Leni, Uncle Ross and Aunt Beth took their time on the steps, and appeared a few seconds later. 

I made introductions all around, and we asked for a table. We got one of the large, round tables, and the pleasant Chinese cart ladies started coming around. With so many people, we were able to get quite a variety.

I enjoyed watching Peg explain to her cousins what each cart of food contained. The servers wheeled their carts, and you pointed to items or asked for them. Each plate had enough for two to six people to have a piece. They stamped your table's ticket each time, placing the stamp in the correct price section.

The girls were fairly adventurous, and only said "eeew" a couple of times. One of them was when Ed ordered the salt-and-pepper shrimp. They are huge, and are served in the shell with the heads on. You eat the whole thing, shell and all. When Ed, Peg, Uncle Ross and I held them up like a toast, dipped them in chili sauce and then bit the heads off in unison, that got an "eeew."

At lunch Ed related the story of his proposal on the Duck Tour for the benefit of Sara Elaine and me. 

"The Duck Boats are WWII amphibious vehicles that drive all around Boston, with driver/tour guides who are real characters. They point out the sights, tell funny stories, and generally entertain the passengers. Passengers can buy "quackers," little yellow plastic duck bills that emit a quacking sound to "sound off" along the way."

"Can we get quackers?" Elaine asked.

"You bet. At one point in the tour, they drive the Ducks into the Charles River and give a tour from the water. They let passengers steer the boat when they are safely in the main channel. It's easy, and even small children are able to handle it with supervision from the tour guide. You two can give it a try, if you want," he continued, addressing Sara and Elaine.

"Well, Leni volunteered to be one of the drivers, and I couldn't resist the urge. I had the ring in my pocket, and intended to give it to her that night over dinner. Instead, I asked the tour guide for the microphone and I proposed over the loudspeaker. When Leni said 'yes,' the boat erupted in quacking and applause. Now whenever Leni and are in Boston, we take the Duck Tour."

I said, "I was lucky when I called the reservation line. There were enough seats for us all, and Mom and Dad want to come along as well."

Leni said, "Great! The more, the merrier."

After lunch, we took cabs over the Pru (The Prudential Center) which was one of the two Duck Tour embarkation locations.

We boarded and the tour began. We all enjoyed our guide, who was in "footie" Dr Denton pajamas and carried a teddy bear.

When we went through the exclusive, pricey Beacon Hill neighborhood, or guide said that it was company policy to tell us not to use the quackers, as the rich people who lived there didn't like it. It was like pouring gasoline on a flame. The boat erupted in quacking for a few seconds.

As we passed through one neighborhood, the driver told us about a huge molasses storage tank that had burst in 1919. It flooded the neighborhood with over 2 million gallons of molasses, and 21 people drowned in it or were crushed.

"Eeeew," said Sara and Elaine together.

When we hit the river and made it to open water, the guide asked if anyone wanted to drive the boat. 

We all started chanting, "Leni, Leni, Leni."

Blushing, Leni got up and took the Captain's seat. Ed got up and whispered something to the guide. She handed Ed the mike. Ed explained that he had proposed on the boat, and he recreated the event. It was met with quacks and applause.

Leni took her seat, and the guide asked if there was anyone else who wanted to drive the boat. I told our group that I would love to see Peg in the same place her mother had just been in. 

"Peg, you said you liked 'corny,' and this is about as corny as it gets."

She blushed and said, "Okay. For the sake of corniness." 

As she was getting settled in her seat, I whispered something to the guide, and she gave me the mike.

Peg was watching the water in front of her. Leni called out for her to turn around for a picture. When she did, she saw me on one knee next to her. I was holding a jewelry box, and in it was an engagement ring.

Over the loudspeaker, I said, "Captain Peggy, will you marry me? Will you be my wife?"

The only sound came from the engine. The whole boatload of tourists was holding their breath.

Peggy was genuinely surprised. It took her a moment to realize what was actually happening. Our guide grabbed the wheel, as Peggy had forgotten she was supposed to be driving the boat.

Four or five very long seconds later, Peggy jumped from the seat and hugged me. 

"Yes. Yes I will marry you Alex!" 

We kissed, and the boat exploded into a cacophony of quacks, cheers and applause. I nervously put the ring on her finger and she held it up for the boat to see. Another round of quacks and applause. 

Mom, Leni, Aunt Beth, Sara and Elaine were all crying. So were most of the other women on the boat, along with a few guys. 

We took our seats with family and strangers congratulating us. I barely heard them. 

I was lost in her soft brown eyes.

On the way back to the Pru, I heard Mom and Leni talking about wedding planners, venues, dates and caterers.

"Mom," I said, "give us a break. We're not even on dry land yet."

Peg said, "If your mom is anything like mine, they're on a roll. There's no stopping them."

We all laughed.

A few minutes before the boat was back at the Pru, my cell phone rang. I was going to shut it off when I noticed the caller ID. It was Whittenstone. I answered.

"Hello."

"Is this Alex?"

"Yes it is."

"Alex, this is Abner Franks from Human Resources at Whittenstone Indistries. We've sent you a formal letter, but we like to make personal contact as well with our successful applicants. Are you still interested in the job?"

I squeezed Peg's hand and said, "Yes I am."

"Can you be here in two weeks?"

"I believe I can."

"Great. Your instructions are in the packet with the letter. You should sign you contract and send it back in the envelope in the packet. Congratulations! Your evaluation scores were higher than any other applicant, and the recruiter at your school said your interview was excellent. Welcome aboard."

"Thank you," I replied. 

"You are welcome," said Abner. "Have a good day."

"Honey, I got the job! We're both going to be working at Whittenstone!"

She hugged me and said, "Oh, Sweetie. That's great! One less thing to worry about."

"Was your call from a guy named Abner?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Did he say 'welcome aboard?'"

"Uh-huh."

"I just had the weirdest feeling. He just said it to me while I was sitting in a boat."

Ed said, "What's the secret to . . ."

"Timing!" yelled Peg, and we all laughed.

Dad asked me where we would like to go for dinner.

Peg said, "Have you ever been to Bella Vista in the North End?"

"No. Is it good?"

"Fabulous. It's not fancy, but the food is great, and it's not expensive. One long weekend last year I had a little time on my hands, and I went to see Paul Revere's house and the Old North Church. I was looking for a place to eat on a student's budget, and I found Bella Vista.

"The menu posted on the window looked good, and the prices were moderate, especially for Hanover Street in the North End. I ordered fried calamari, and it came in a dish the size of a truck hubcap! I asked the waiter why the portions were so generous. He replied that if they weren't, the locals wouldn't go there to eat. I've wanted to go back, but I haven't had the chance.

"Can we make it an early dinner, say five or five-thirty? Tomorrow's graduation and I'd like a little time to talk to . . ."

She looked at me with those brown eyes. They were tearing up again.

". . . to my fiancé."

That was the first time either of us had used that word, and time stopped. I think Dad said something about it being okay, but I wasn't listening.

We arrived back at the Pru, and we disembarked. Everyone wanted to go shopping, so we went inside the mall. We split up and agreed to meet back at the entrance at four.

Peg and I browsed the mall, and saw The Body Shop. We went inside and asked one of the salespeople what she recommended for a good quality massage oil. 

She looked at the two of us holding hands.

"Are you looking for something to get the kinks out . . ."

She turned her head down slightly and looked over the top of her glasses.

". . . or are you looking to let your kinks out?" she finished with a wink.

When Peg blushed, the saleslady said, "Ah. The latter."

I blushed, too.

She showed us a few oils, and we settled on the one that smelled the best to the two of us, The Body Shop's Sensual Massage Oil.

With purchase in tow, we ambled around, holding hands and just enjoying being together.

We found a shop named Free People. I'd never heard of it before, but the clothes looked interesting. It turned out that they cater primarily to women in their 20s. 

I was looking at some dresses when Peg tugged on my hand. Without a word, she directed my gaze to the lingerie section.

I loved Peg's body just the way it was, but the though of her in lingerie was suddenly very appealing.

I walked with her over to the lingerie, and she began to examine a few pieces.

"I've never owned a single piece of this stuff."

She ran her hand over a breezy slip.

"Feel this."

"Mmmm. Silky."

I put the hem of the slip over her hand and ran my fingers over it. I don't think she had ever experienced that sensation.

"I'd like to feel your skin . . . your breasts . . . under that," I whispered in her ear.

She turned beet red, and kissed me.

"I'd like that, too," she whispered back.

I had come to the conclusion some time back that Peg had always had a low self esteem problem because her breasts were small, her ass was slim and her acne and braces were off-putting. The self image was degraded further by having Goldie for a roommate. Goldie was centerfold material, and next to her Peg thought she looked even worse. 

Not that my self esteem had been any better. With my looks, manner of dressing and my nose always in a book, people paid little attention to me. Peggy's love for me had given me the strength to look people in the eye, speak my mind and feel good about myself.

Peggy had come to the realization that I actually did love her body type. It wasn't that I was a horny geek who fell in love with the first body that became available to him. I actually believe she is beautiful.

With this realization came a more positive self image and a desire to make the best of what she had. She brushed her hair every day now. She used cosmetics. Sparingly, but she used them. She developed a confidence worthy of her great intellect.

She paid attention to the way she dressed, and she particularly paid attention to what pleased me. She found I loved her in dresses. Other clothes were fine by me, too, but she noticed I looked at her more often in dresses and skirts.

Now holding the slip, she saw how I looked at her. She knew I was imagining seeing and feeling her in it.

To be the object of a man's desire. That was still new and exciting. My look made her happy. Really happy.

She held onto the slip and continued browsing. She found a soft, silky bra and showed it to me.

I put the bra over her hand and put the slip over it.

"Soft materials, low coefficient of friction, ability to tactilely detect changes in skin texture. Oh, yeah."

I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Do you have any idea what it would feel like for me to run my hands over your nipples with you wearing that slip over this bra?"

Her knees weakened, and she backed up and sat on the display table behind her. I had a feeling she was wet, and I wished there was someplace we could go. Rats! Bad timing.

I took the two items out of her hand and went to the cashier.

"I would like these for my fiancé," I said proudly.

Three months ago I wouldn't have even gone into a woman's clothing store, let alone bought lingerie.




Peggy & I Ch. 02



Author's Note: 

Thanks to my editor, Saltysooner, who helped with character conversations, grammar and much, much more. 

Lovers' Dilemma: recap of the end of Chapter One 

Once lonely geeks, Alex and Peggy found each other and developed a romantic love affair that has gone on for six years. They pledged their love to each other, and have been true to each other through many adventures. 

Now they are faced with a dilemma. Sara, Peg's cousin that Al met when Sara was still in high school, is now a college graduate in her early twenties. She called Peg and said there was a crisis in her life. 

Arriving at their home on a Friday evening, she confessed that she is a lesbian, but is unsuccessful at lovemaking. She also admits she has had a crush on Peggy, and wants Peg and Al to teach her to be a sensitive lover, using Peggy as her lover under Alex's instruction. 

Peggy sent Sara to bed, and is going to discuss options with Alex. 

***** 

I poured two scotches and joined Peg at the kitchen table. 

"Peg," I said, "your cousin is a mess. She knows how devoted we are to each other, and what she asked for tonight has to be out of desperation." 

"I know, Al. I've never seen her talking crazy like this. She knows there's no one for me but you. Honestly, you know I've talked about lesbian fantasies with you during sex, but the thought of actually doing it with another woman is out of the question. And doing it with a relative is just so wrong." 

"Yeah, but there has to be something we can do for her. Even if we got her some sort of . . . training aid, there's not much I could really do. She needs a real woman who is responsive to her actions so that she gets reinforcing feedback. You know I'm not going to sit in a room with them and direct or critique her on having sex with another woman. This isn't Cinemax, and I know you wouldn't want to sit there with me watching your cousin having sex." 

"Well, you can't just tell her what to do. She said she tried reading about romantic sex, but she just doesn't get it," Peg replied. 

"Is there anyone you can call who can help?" 

"Let me think for a minute." 

We sat there for fifteen or twenty minutes going over all of the people we knew. We had some gay and lesbian friends, but they were all in relationships and we doubted any of the lesbians would stray outside their own partners. 

"Wait a minute!" Peg said excitedly. "There's a manger in the Avionics Division. She moved here eight or nine months ago. It was for a promotion, but I think it was also because of the diversity policy at our company." 

--- 

A decade ago, an attempt to steal company secrets was foiled when an employee came out of the closet rather than give in to blackmail. Our CEO, Armand Whittenstone took the opportunity created by that incident to make sure the company's policy was clear that no discrimination because of an employee's sexual orientation would be tolerated. Open mutually-consensual discussion of orientation was encouraged. 

"I consider every one of my employees to be family," Armand said in an address to the workforce. "As a Christian, it is my duty to make sure my family is protected and comfortable here at Whittenstone." 

Because of that open and tolerant policy, many employees came out, including a couple of Peggy's friends. 

Since they can discuss sexual topics, some of Peg's friends, both straight and gay, revealed their love of sensual sex, and Peggy told them what a romantic, sensual lover I am. 

Peg told me about some of their lunch conversations that could make a Sailor blush. 

Borrowing a line from Quentin Tarantino's Pulp Fiction, I replied, "When you little scamps get together for lunch, you're worse than a sewing circle." 

"Oh, you know how us gals are," she replied. "We like to share recipes, makeup secrets and sex technique tips. When I told them how great a lover you are, two of the bi ones asked me on the QT if I was interested in a threesome with them." 

"When I told them that you took me completely off the market six years ago, they were disappointed, but we're still friends." 

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Back at our kitchen table that night, Peggy thought of one woman who might be able to help solve Sara's dilemma. 

"We have a manager named Mandy, and she's bi. She's hot for some guy who's a big shot over at some med-tech company. And guess what? Her sister died a couple of years ago, and the hunk was her brother. Or is her brother-in-law. I don't know if the status changes when someone dies." 

"Anyway, she is in her forties, she's really experienced, she's brilliant and she's really hot." 

"Sounds good, so far. Anything else I need to know about her?" 

"She likes single malt scotch." 

"Call her." 

Peg got out her Smartphone and looked up the contact for Mandy. She dialed her number and put the phone on speaker. 

"Hello?" 

"Hi Mandy, this is Peggy. I've got Alex on the line with me. Sorry it's so late." 

"It's okay. Hi, Alex. So, what's up?" 

"Al and I want to know if you would be interested in doing a favor for us and my cousin, Sara." 

"What kind of favor?" Mandy inquired. 

"It's kind of hard to explain but it's sexual in nature," Peggy said apologetically. 

"A four-way? I thought you weren't interested," Mandy said with obvious curiosity. 

"No, it's not that . . . well, it's kind of that . . . but not really . . ." Peggy's voice trailed off as she hit a brick wall trying to think of a delicate way to bring up Sara's sexual dilemma. 

I said, "Mandy, it's Alex again. It's not about us; it's about Peggy's cousin. She's having a . . . uh . . . sexual crisis . . . and Peggy thought you might be able to help. Are you free for breakfast tomorrow? We're not real comfortable discussing this over the phone and it would help a lot for you to meet Sara in person." 

"I'm intrigued. Yeah, I'm free tomorrow. My guy's out of town this weekend at a convention. What time and where?" 

"Someplace out of town. This is a bit delicate, and I don't want friends running into us and interrupting. There's an IHOP on Daniel Webster Highway in Nashua. How about eight am?" 

"IHOP on DWH. Eight tomorrow. Great! See you there." 

Peg said, "Mandy, you're a lifesaver. I'll owe you." 

"Right you are, you cute pixie, but you'll never pay me what I want. Goodnight, Alex, you lucky dog!" 

"Bye, Mandy," I said and hung up. 

"Do you think she'll do it?" I asked Peggy. 

"I think so," she replied. "First, Sara is cute. Second, I think Mandy would walk over hot coals in her bare feet to do anything sexually-related involving you." 

"Peg, just how detailed do you girls get when you go to lunch together? One of your friends from the materials lab came to the engineering design lab the other day. She had the specs for a new polymer we're developing and she spent a long time talking to Alvin and me about the tensile strength issues." 

"She was fidgeting the whole time, and I swear she was breathing hard by the time she left. I don't think it was Alvin. He's sixty three." 

"Ava?" Peg asked. "Well, she went to lunch with us at 'The 99' for Sylvia's birthday. One of the gals asked if I was lonely last week when you went to training in Boston for two days." Peg paused a moment and sheepishly said, "I may have . . . uh . . . mentioned that you called." 

"No way! You didn't tell them what we said, did you?" 

"Uh, well . . . not exactly. I just said that I was a bit . . . uh . . ." 

"Horny?" 

"Yeah. That . . ." 

"You did not tell them that you were 'my little co-ed,' and that I was going to teach you all about how to stimulate the female sexual apparatus, did you? " 

"Oh, no! I never tell anyone what we talk about. That's ours. That's private. Just between me and my Sweetie," she said brushing her hand over my cheek. 

"So?" 

"Okay. I told them that you called, and by the end of the call, I had my face buried in my pillow and I was screaming." 

"Peggy!" I didn't know whether to be shocked or to laugh from the visual she just brought to mind. 

"Oh, I didn't give them details. And the last six years with you have been the only six years I have had where other women are jealous of my love life. You give me the best bragging rights of any woman in the Chem Lab. 

"You're not going to make me give up that pleasure are you?" she said, rubbing her hand along the inside of my left thigh. 

I pulled her to me and kissed her. Our tongues played in each others' mouth for a minute. 

"I think you should pay for that pleasure," I said when our kiss ended. 

"Anything come to mind?" 

"Oh, yeah. Come with me," I said taking her by the hand. 

We took what was left of our drinks and I led her to our bedroom. When the door was shut, I turned her around and pulled her to my chest so that she faced away. My hands started to rub up and down her sides. She leaned her head back on my chest. 

I said, "Your payment is this: For every button I undo on your blouse, I want you to tell me one sexy thing you shared with your friends." 

One hand reached behind her and rubbed on my penis through my pants. 

"Oh, yes. I'd like that," she replied in a dreamy voice. 

I unbuttoned the top button. 

"I told them you took your time undressing me." 

Second button. 

"I said you liked it when I wore sexy lingerie." 

Third button. 

"You give great massages" 

Fourth button. 

"You like to say romantic things in my ear when we're out dancing." 

Fifth button. 

"After six years of marriage, you still look down my blouse when I bend over." 

Last button. 

"And what turned them on the most . . ." 

"Yeah?" I said expectantly. 

". . . was when I told them you take me to chick flicks whenever I want." 

I had her blouse open and was running my hands up the outside of her silky camisole to her breasts. With her small, firm breasts, Peggy didn't always wear a bra and this was one of those times. 

"Oh, yeah?" I whispered in her ear. "I think this chick has a couple of things I want to flick," I continued, flicking my fingers over her nipples under the camisole. 

"Oh, God! That feels so good! Pinch them!" 

As I lightly pinched her nipples through the fabric, she moaned. I took her blouse off and massaged her breasts through the thin fabric of her camisole. 

"Honey, I love your perky little breasts. They are so sexy." 

"I can feel how much you like them," she said, stroking my erection. "But some day, they may not be firm anymore." 

"Then I'll love to suck on your flabby little breasts. As long as they're yours, I'll love them." 

"Oh, God, I love you." 

I unzipped her pants and let them fall away from her slender hips to the floor. She stepped out of them, stepping out of her sandals at the same time. 

"I'm going to pull down your panties with my teeth," I said. "Then I'm going to pull them off and kneel behind you and drive you wild." 

I squatted behind her and started to run my hands up and down her legs. I kissed the small of her back while I did this and then caught the waistband of her panties with my teeth. I pulled them down far enough to expose her ass, and then started kissing it while I continued to fondle her legs. I could feel her shiver as I did this. 

She knew what I was going to do next. 

I bent her forward so that her arms were now on the bed and her wonderful little ass was waiting for me. I knelt behind her and, using just my teeth, I slowly pulled her panties down and off. 

I started licking her thighs from behind as my fingers reached around and felt her lush pubic hair. I played with the hair while I licked higher and higher. She spread her feet a little wider apart. 

"I love the smell of your pussy," I said. "Would you like me to lick it?" 

"Yesss. Yesss!" she begged. 

"Tell me to lick it. Tell me you want me to lick your wet pussy." 

"Oh, God, I want you to lick my pussy. Suck it. Put your fingers in it. I want you to make me cum!" 

I slowly stated to lick her exposed labia. 

"Yesss, oh yesss, oh yesss!" 

I stuck my tongue as far as it would go inside her. She was very wet now. Her juice was almost neutral-tasting, with a slightly metallic sweetness. I sucked on her, and her knees buckled against the edge of the bed. 

"Unghhhhh . . . ahhngggg" 

I started to finger her, and replaced my tongue with two fingers while licking the back edge of her labia. I felt her hand go to underneath her body to reach her clit and masturbate. 

I continued licking and fingering her while she rubbed on herself for a couple more minutes. 

"Ahhhhhnnggg. Oh yesss. Ayhhhh!" she screamed as she came. 

She flopped forward onto the bed and played with her pussy dreamily for a few minutes. I unzipped my pants and took out my dick. I masturbated slowly while I watched my lover blissfully rub on herself. The camisole was one of my favorite things to see her in, and I found her lying on her stomach wearing only the camisole very erotic. 

She turned over and saw me stroking myself. She edged to the end of the bed and pulled me to her. I felt her soft lips touch the head of my dick, and I called out, "Oh, Peg, Yes." 

I looked down at her. She was leaning forward, and I could see down the top of the camisole, almost to her nipples. As her head moved back and forth, I could see her breasts sway under the silky fabric. 

It only took a few minutes and I came. 

"Uhhhhhhhh," I said as I strained to hold myself back as long as possible. Suddenly, I shot my load into Peggy's mouth and she sucked on me harder as I did so. I felt my legs weaken as she drew the last bit of cum out of my dick and then ran her tongue over my hyper-sensitive cock. 

She released me from her mouth and swallowed everything. I pushed her down on the bed, and we cuddled. She took a sip of her scotch to rinse the taste of my ejaculate from her mouth since she knew I didn't like the taste of my own cum. 

We cuddled and kissed for almost half an hour, with me feeling her breasts and the smooth skin of her tummy and back under the camisole. 

It was almost 11:30, and I knew we should get some sleep before getting up early for the trip to IHOP. Unfortunately, half an hour of playing with Peggy's breasts and slim body had us both aroused enough that she spread her legs and looked at me lustfully. 

"One more time before we go to sleep?" she said with a wicked grin. 

The half hour of languid foreplay had gotten both of us really, really hot. Her elfin smile was too much for me to say no and I had an erection anyway. Reaching down between her legs, I found that she was still very wet. 

I moved on top of her and entered her slowly; she moaned softly as she took me in. I leaned over her to place my arms under her shoulders and cradle her head in my hands. I started to move in and out in a slow, easy rhythm. I was unaware of anything else in the world but the beautiful woman in my arms while I told her over and over how much I loved her. As our excitement slowly grew, I told her how erotic she looked. I whispered sweet, lustful things I loved about her body as I fucked her. 

"Your breasts turn me on more than any other woman I have ever met, and your small waist is the perfect shape. But your eyes . . . your eyes . . . I get lost every time I look into your soft brown eyes. Your gaze is hypnotic, and I could never have another. I love you, Sweetheart, I love you." 

Ten minutes of pillow talk and I could feel her building to climax. 

I whispered, "I want to hear you cum loud enough for your cousin to hear. I want her to lay there in her bed and know that my dick is where she wants her tongue." 

I had no idea what Peg's reaction would be, but the results were startling. She rammed her pelvis into mine harder and faster, and I felt her hand on her clit again. 

"Oh, God, I want you to fuck me, Alex. Cum inside me! Oh, yesss, yesss, YESSS!" she yelled as she came. 

Her reaction to my talk of her cousin wanting to lick her was both surprising and stimulating. I couldn't hold off any longer. 

"AGGGGGHH!" I cried out loudly as I came for the second time that evening. 

Once our orgasms subsided and we caught our breath, we got under the covers and held each other until we went to sleep. 

The alarm woke us at six o'clock. Peg got up and showered, and then it was my turn. I didn't join her in the shower because we had never, ever managed to shower together without having sex. We just didn't have the time that morning. 

While I was in the shower, Peg woke Sara and told her to get dressed. Peg came back to the bedroom, and we got ready to go. 

Sara met us in the living room. 

"Peg said something about breakfast at IHOP?" she said inquiringly. 

I said, "Yeah, we're going to see one of Peg's friends from work. We spoke to her briefly last night and she may be able to help us." 

I used "us" deliberately instead of "you" so that Sara would know that solving her problem was important to us, too. 

"Uh . . . so the two of you aren't . . ." 

"No, Sara. I'm not going to have sex with you, and neither is Peg. I think you knew that before you got here." 

"Yeah, I kind of did, but I was hoping. I know the two of you are only into each other and I'm jealous. You have what I want, but can't have." 

"Oh, Sara, I love you," Peg said. "We'll work through this together. I'm sure my friend Mandy will help us figure out what to do." 

On the way to IHOP, Sara said, "Peg, is it okay for me to ask you something personal?" 

Peg laughed and said, "Is it more personal than asking me to have sex with you? If it is, I'm not answering." 

"Uh . . . well I guess not, if you put it that way. I heard you two last night. Twice. Did you two really make love twice and spend over an hour doing it?" 

"Yeah, we did, Sara. Romantic sex takes a long time. Getting there is as good as getting there, if you take my meaning." 

"Oh . . ." 

Sara was silent for the rest of the trip, thinking about what Peg had just said. 

When we got to IHOP, Mandy was waiting for us. She was about five-six with a trim build that was getting just a little round at the edges. She looked to be in her mid-forties. Her dirty-blond hair was fairly short and in a wispy hairdo that gave her a more youthful appearance. Her face was heart-shaped face with a pert little nose and soft, round hazel eyes. Her breasts were larger than Peg's, maybe a 32B. 

She was wearing a silky blue top over jeans with a western belt. On her feet were, oddly enough, the same mesh weave gray-green Merrill slip-ons I was wearing. 

She was very pretty, but I still didn't think she was in the same league as my Peggy. No woman was. 

Peggy gave her a perfunctory hug and introduced everyone. 

Mandy sized up Sara with a practiced eye. She saw a woman in her early-20s, about five-five and with a lean, athletic figure. Sara's auburn hair came to the middle of her back. She had almond shaped green eyes and a narrow nose. Below it was a cupie-bow mouth with red lipstick. 

Sara's 32C breasts rode high and were nicely accentuated by her tight-fitting polo shirt. Her hips nicely filled out a tight denim skirt that ended mid-thigh and revealed a pair of tanned and well-toned legs. She wore open-toe sandals without stockings. 

I saw Mandy's eyes roaming back and forth from Sara's breasts to her ass and detected a sense of approval in her look. 

We had to wait a little longer than normal to get seated because I asked for one of the highly-prized booths at the back of the restaurant. With the Saturday morning crowd, it offered the most privacy for our conversation. 




Peggy & I Ch. 02



"We don't mind waiting. We just need a relatively quiet area to discuss some family business," I explained to the hostess when she offered a table that was closer to the entrance area. 

We chatted while we waited. None of us dared speak about the reason we asked Mandy to meet us while we stood in the in the midst of the crowd by the door and I could see that it was driving Mandy crazy with anticipation. 

We used the time to catch up a little with Sara and also get a little more background on Mandy. Sara had recently graduated with a degree in business, and was now working in the corporate-sales department of an office products company. Nothing exotic, but she enjoyed the work. She liked talking with people, and she especially liked helping clients with difficult or custom orders. 

Mandy told us about the untimely loss of her sister and how she had moved back to their hometown to be closer to her family. She didn't get into the details of her relationship with her brother, only that they had become involved after her sister's death. Sara brightly noted that it sounded just like an orthodox Jewish tradition that she heard about in a movie. 

We were finally ushered to a booth at the very back of the restaurant and ordered coffee while we looked over the menus. When the waitress returned with our coffee, we ordered a variety of items, from waffles with fresh blueberries and whipped cream to omelets. 

Finally, when our server left with our orders, Mandy said impatiently, "Okay, I'm about to have kittens here. What's the crisis you mentioned on the phone?" 

I knew Sara would be reluctant to talk about her problem with a stranger, and Peggy would be a basket case if she tried, so I began. "Is it okay if I tell Mandy about your situation, Sara?" 

Sara was sitting on the opposite side of the booth from me, next to Mandy. She looked at the older woman nervously and then down at the table. 

"Yeah. I'm going to trust Peg's judgment." 

I continued, "As we said outside, Sara is Peggy's younger cousin. She came to us last night with um, . . . an unusual problem. You see, Sara discovered in college that she doesn't want to have sex with boys." 

Mandy said, "Well, assuming you're not thinking of joining a convent, I'm guessing you decided you like women as sexual partners, right Sara? Well, that's not a problem, Honey. There's lots of us." 

She took one of Sara's hands in both of hers. 

"Are you having problems coming to grips with your sexuality?" 

Sara looked at the table, embarrassed to say what the problem was. 

I interjected, "Not really. She's having trouble with . . . uh . . . enjoyable physical sex with another woman." 

Peggy finally had worked up the nerve to join in. "Her technique is a bit crude. We don't know exactly what that means, but she said she hasn't had a lover past their first time together. She knew that Alex was a romantic lover so she came to us for help. She asked . . ." 

Peggy faltered and looked around the table, desperate for help in explaining, but Sara's eyes were averted as she stared down at the table so intently I thought her gaze was going to burn a hole in it. It was up to me. Sara and Peggy needed my help. I promised Peg long ago that I would do whatever it took to keep her safe and happy, and now it was time to put deeds to my words. 

I took a deep breath and said, "Sara asked us for some instruction. Specifically, she asked me to guide her in making romantic love to . . . well, to Peggy. She's had a crush on Peg since she started college, maybe before." 

I paused for a moment to let this sink in. 

Mandy looked thoughtful and then said, "I'm beginning to see the issue. From what Peggy has told me in the past, you and Peggy are about as monogamous as they come. Sex with Sara isn't even in Peg's repertoire, and even if it were, she won't go outside the marriage." 

"That's right on the money," I said. "Sara is insistent that I guide her in having sex with a woman, and Peg thought you might volunteer to help us all out. Sara hasn't even said 'yes' to this. In fact, this is the first she's heard about our plan, too." 

I looked back over at Sara who was still intently studying the pattern on the table. "Sara, how would you feel about Mandy helping us do what you asked for?" 

Sara was still letting Mandy hold her hand in hers, but her voice was tentative. 

"Peg, I'm a little scared. I want Alex to guide me to do what the two of you did twice last night. I would love to learn to be that romantic." 

Mandy's eyebrow went up, and she looked across the table at the two of us with a smile. 

"Twice?" she said. "Now you have my attention." 

I said, "Let's get to know each other over breakfast. Sara, you don't have to say yes or no right now. Talk to Mandy for a bit, and decide if you would consider her as a stand-in for Peg. I really don't feel comfortable watching the two of you . . . uh . . . doing it, so we'll have to figure something out there, but I'm willing to do this for you and Peggy." 

Peg said, "Sara, honey, we'll do what we can, but our marriage has limits. We can work this out, though, I'm sure." 

Sara paused, "It's a lot to think about. I appreciate what all of you are trying to do for me. I really do. I need a little time to think about it. Okay?" 

"Okay," I said. "We'll talk more after we eat." 

We sipped our coffee for a few minutes while Sara distracted herself by inventorying the little rack with single serve packets of jelly three times. I couldn't get over how well Mandy was accepting what had to be one of the strangest propositions she'd ever had. 

Mercifully, the food arrived. As always, it was great. It's hard to beat IHOP for comfort food, and the waffles, pancakes and eggs were all delicious. Eating helped Sara relax a little more as she continued to think through our proposal. 

"What I don't get is the difference I read about between physical sex and romantic sex. I always thought the purpose of sex was to have an orgasm." 

Mandy said, "Sweetheart, it's the journey, not the destination, or in other words, getting there is as good as getting off. Sometimes better." 

When the three of us laughed, Mandy looked puzzled. 

Peg said, "That's what I told Sara on the way here, almost word for word." 

Mandy laughed, too and said, "See, Sara, it's a universal truth." 

Sara replied, "I guess so. I just need someone to show me." 

Mandy thought for a moment. 

"Would you like a demonstration?" 

Sara looked a little panicked, and said, "Here?" 

"Don't worry. What I'm going to show you is that the same everyday activity can be pedestrian or erotically romantic. 

"I'm going to have some of my blueberry-covered waffle, a nibble of bacon and a sip of coffee. Watch and tell me how it looks." 

She ate a bite of waffle, ate a piece of bacon and took a sip of her coffee. 

Sara said, "Okay, what was sexy about that?" 

Mandy replied, "Not a damn thing. Now watch this." 

She cut off a small piece of waffle and poured a little extra syrup on it. She took Sara by the chin and turned her head so they were facing each other. She looked at Sara and held her gaze. 

Mandy opened her mouth and brought the morsel to it as Sara watched her. The syrup dripped slowly onto Mandy's tongue, and then she tilted her head back to let the syrup flow back to her throat. She closed her mouth, swallowed and smiled with obvious pleasure. 

She looked at Sara again and slowly licked a little syrup off of her lower lip. 

Mandy opened her mouth again and stuck the fork in until the tines were completely inside. Without closing her lips she closed her teeth on the fork and slowly pulled it out, trapping the piece of waffle inside. She closed her eyes and chewed it slowly with a smile of orgasmic proportions on her lips. 

She opened her eyes again and picked up a blueberry covered with whipped cream. She didn't use her fork. She picked it up with her index and middle fingers, the way I had seen Japanese Go players pick up a game stone. 

Looking deeply into Sara's eyes, she held out her tongue and placed the berry on it. She moved her tongue into her mouth, rolled the berry to one side and bit it, closing her eyes with satisfaction as she swallowed it. Then she put one finger and then the other into her mouth and slowly sucked the remaining whipped cream off each. 

She picked up her coffee cup. Looking again into Sara's eyes, she slowly ran her pointer finger around the rim, dipping it into the coffee at last. She moved her finger to her mouth and dripped several drops of coffee into her mouth, tilted her head back and swallowed. 

She then touched her wet finger to Sara's lips for a second. 

"Now, have a bite of my bacon," Mandy instructed. 

She broke off about two inches of bacon and put an inch or so into her own mouth. She leaned toward Sara and lifted her chin a little. Sara was transfixed. I saw her gasp as Mandy's hand went to her neck and pulled Sara's mouth to hers. 

Sara took the offered bacon into her mouth, and Mandy pulled Sara a little closer. Their lips touched, and Mandy bit off the bacon, giving Sara a slight kiss as she did so. 

Sara couldn't chew her bacon. She sat there motionless. She was beet red, and her breath was heavy. It was obvious she was turned on. Hell, I was turned on, and had an erection under the table hard enough to use as a tent peg! 

With her hand still on Sara's neck, Mandy simply said, "Hmmmm?" 

Sara quickly chewed and swallowed. She tried to talk, but couldn't. 

I looked at Peg, and she was also blushing. She took my hand and squeezed it under the table. 

"See the difference?" Mandy asked with a slightly wicked smile. 

Sara took a few deep breaths and said, "Oh, God! That was incredible! Is romantic sex always that good?" 

Mandy pulled Sara's ear to her mouth and said in a stage whisper, "No, pet . . . it's better." 

I thought Sara was going to faint. She leaned toward Mandy, who caught her and held her. 

She closed her eyes and was silent for at least a minute. 

I saw Mandy look over my shoulder and wink. I looked where her gaze had been directed and saw a teenage busboy who was so red, I could have lit a candle off his forehead. He had his plastic table-clearing tub in front of his pants. I'm sure it was hiding an erection as big as mine. 

Mandy smiled and licked a lip while she put her arm around Sara. The busboy ran off as if she had used a cattle prod on him. Boy, did he have a tale to tell his buddies later! 

Sara opened her eyes and said, "I want to do this. I want Alex to guide me through doing something as sexy to Mandy as she just did for me. Is there any way we can do it?" 

"Mm-hmm," said Mandy. "Gertrude." 

"Who's she?" asked Peg. "We're not bringing another person into this. It's complicated enough as it is." 

"Gertrude's not a who. Gertrude is an it. A high-tech telephone of sorts." 

"Wait a minute," I said. "You mean the acoustic phone?" 

"Yeah, like the sub's phone from the Tom Clancy book Hunt for Red October?" said Peg as she caught on. 

It's great to have a geek for a wife! Someone who could remember a single technical detail from a novel we had read three or four years earlier. 

I asked, "What's a phone on a submarine got to do with having sex?" 

"Nothing, really. 'Gertrude' is just our nickname for a new communications device at the lab. The one in 'Red October' was a short-range underwater acoustic phone that was hard to detect at distance." 

"Ours is an RF device that is almost impossible to detect. It uses low power Bluetooth earpieces that are linked to low power but highly-directional radio frequency transmitter/receivers. 

"The things are in beta-testing now and lab employees are testing them in various environments, even though not all of the 'testing' is official. I can check out a set for the three of us as employees in the testing process, plus one more for Sara. Sara, you're going to have to sign a form that says if you tell anyone about them, guys with no IDs can come to your house in an unmarked black helicopter and lock you in a cell at Gitmo forever. Okay?" 

"Huh? Uh . . . I guess so." 

"Great. Now Alex, Peg has hinted that you are an accomplished artist when it comes to phone sex. You can talk to Sara from the other side of the house. No 'being in the room.' No physical contact. I can give you feedback over mine to tell you how well Sara is doing." 

"Why do I need one?" asked Peg. 

"'Cause I have some conditions," Mandy responded. Looking back at me, she continued, "First: Alex, you need to walk Sara through sex with me from another room. She wants to know how you please Peg, and that's the least awkward way I can think of." 

"Second: Peggy, I want you to listen in. I insist on it. There can be no secrets about this and no regrets later between the two of you. You do it as a couple, or we don't do it at all. I just want you to listen to what's being said. You don't say anything." 

"Third: Sara, you need to understand that you can never fulfill your desire for Peggy. I had a crush on my sister's husband, Howie, but it went unfulfilled because I would not betray my sister, Joyce." 

"Only after Joyce died did fate bring Howie to me, and now he is the love of my life. Sara you have to promise . . . promise that you will never bring up the subject of making love to Peggy again after we agree to do this. Ever." 

"Fourth, if Howie is willing, I would like you to meet with him, Alex. You two are the most romantic, most monogamous lovers I have ever encountered. I just want the two of you to share your knowledge for the benefit of both Peggy and me. Just talk. Nothing else." 

"Fifth: This is a one-time event on the part of Peggy and Alex. I know it puts them in a very uncomfortable position, and you can't ask them to go through this again. I know I won't." 

After a short pause in which nobody voiced an objection, Mandy changed the subject. "Now that we've taken care of that, let's finish our meal and talk more when we're done, okay? Peg, pass the butter, please." 

I sat there in amazement. I could see why Whittenstone hired her as a Division Manager and paid her the big bucks. In the space of twenty minutes, she had heard the issue, analyzed it, and come up with a solution that was agreeable to everyone while also safeguarding their personal interests. I was in awe. 

Peggy saw my face and correctly interpreted what I was feeling. 

She said, "I told you, Al. I told you Mandy would find a way out of this!" 

"Yeah, you sure did. Mandy that was astounding." 

"It was certainly different, but it was fun," she replied. "Easier than negotiating government contracts, though. Talking your way out of hell is easier than those damned things, pun intended." 

She went back to nonchalantly eating her waffle and bacon. 

When we all finished, Mandy asked, "Well, what's the final verdict? Now that you've had some time to think everything through, can all of you live with my conditions?" 

Peg took my hand again and squeezed it. 

"Yes, I can," she said. 

"So can I," I said. 

"What about you, Sara? I would love to be with you, and it would please me very much to teach you about romance." 

Sara looked questioningly at Mandy, then at Peg, and finally me. 

"Peggy, I know I can never say this again. I wish there was a way we could have been together, but I realize it could never be. It was wrong of me to impose on your marriage and I'm sorry if I caused you any distress. Mandy's right that I should have held my tongue the way she did with Howie and her sister. I'll always love you and Alex for what you're doing for me." 

She looked back at Mandy. 

"Yes. I accept all of your conditions." 

"Done," said Mandy as she waved to our server to bring the check. 

Grabbing the check before I could, she said, "This is my treat . . ." 

She put her arm lovingly around Sara. 

". . . because this is my treat." 

The busboy came to clear our table as we got up. I held my laughter as I watched him fumble around on the table for our dishes as he kept looking at Mandy. 

When we got outside Mandy said, "Sara, do you want ride with me? We need to make a stop at the plant to pick up the Gertrude sets." 

"Sure!" was all Sara could manage at the thought of being alone with Mandy in her BMW for a while. 

"Meet you at the plant. B-Gate?" I asked. 

"Yeah, it's close to my office. Since it's Saturday, you can park anywhere close to the Avionics Building main entrance. I'll call ahead. Meet me at the security kiosk. Sara, you'll need a picture ID to get in." 

"I have my driver's license in my purse." 

"Good." 

We got in our respective cars and took off for Whittenstone. 

"Alex, are we really going to do this?" Peg asked once we were on the road. 

"Only if you can handle it. I can't think of a better way to try and help Sara. She trusts us to be her teachers and this seems to be the only option that allows us to instruct her without being physically involved with her. It's either this or we tell her we can't help. In that case, she may never have the chance to have truly loving relationship with a partner like you and I share. Can you live with that?" 

"Thinking about it that way makes it easier to accept, I guess. We didn't have any problem sitting down and telling her directly how to have loving and romantic sex. But when she wanted us to participate . . ." Peggy trailed off. 

"I'm going to tell her the same things, but now she will be doing them with someone other than you or me as her partner. I can live with that," I rationalized. 

"Then, so can I." 

She put her hand on my thigh and said, "But to provide solace and healing from the trauma, I'll need you to buy me some new lingerie and fuck me slowly and seductively every night for at least two weeks." 

"Oh, if I have to . . . okay. Deal." 

We both laughed, but there was nervousness in our laughs. 

After a short while, Peg changed the topic. "Did you see how hot Mandy was with that food routine?" 

"Did you notice my erection? Wow! We're going to have to practice that. If you did that for me, I think I could cum without touching myself, especially if you did it wearing just a half-slip and your black demi-bra." 

"Is that a request?" 

"It is." 

"Then Monday, after Sara is gone, we're stopping at the farm stand for some fruit." 

She kissed me, and we continued our fruit reverie until we arrived at the plant. I parked where Mandy had suggested and we went to the security kiosk. 

Mandy and Sara were already there talking to Vijay, one of the Whittenstone security officers who sometimes worked at my building, too. 

"Hey, Alex. Peggy," Vijay said cheerily. "Rubbing shoulders with a division executive on the weekend! I'm impressed. She says you four are going to check out some equipment for beta-testing. I just need you two to sign the log book as soon as Fred brings them down so I can record the serial numbers." 

"Here's the data log forms," Mandy said as she passed out some forms to all of us. "You need to enter the environment where they are used. Inside buildings, forest, open terrain . . . like that. You'll need to check off how good the reception was for each location and some other stuff. It's all on the form." When the guard couldn't see her, she gave us all a knowing wink. 

The second guard came back a few minutes later carrying several small boxes. Vijay checked the contents and recorded the serial numbers in the log book. 

"Ma'am, sign here . . . Alex, here . . . Peggy, here . . . and Miss, uh, Sara, here," he directed. "Great. That's fifteen sets out this weekend. The bean counters will be happy with the data collection. They love getting free data! Here's your kits. Ma'am, do I need to tell everyone how to operate them, or will you be doing that?" 




Peggy & I Ch. 02



I hadn't thought of Mandy as a "Ma'am," but she was the head honcho of everyone in the building we were in. 

Mandy said, "Thank you Vijay. I'll show them how they work." 

"Great. Have a good weekend, Ma'am." 

When we walked out of the building, Mandy entered our home address into her GPS. 

"Meet you there," she said smiling, and then she and Sara hopped in her car and sped off. 

When we got home, we found Sara and Mandy were already parked in the driveway behind Sara's car. Mandy was stroking Sara's hair and seemed to be either kissing the side of her head or whispering in her ear. 

They didn't notice us pulling in the driveway until I opened the garage door and the noise startled them. Nevertheless, they quickly recovered and got out of Mandy's car to follow us inside the house. 

Sara sidled up next to Peg and me, and whispered, "I really like her." 

Inside, Mandy said, "Let's see where things are going to happen." 

I showed her the guest room and my den. 

"Not your bedroom?" Mandy asked. 

"Well, I was thinking that I needed to focus. Being in our bedroom might be a distraction." 

"Good thinking. Is that a poker table?" 

"Yeah. Some of the guys from work come over from time to time for a game." 

"Interesting. Howie has a regular game at his house." 

Looking at the liquor cabinet, she asked, "Could I trouble you for a drink? Scotch if you have it." 

"Single malt or blended?" 

"Single malt. What have you got?" 

"A lot, c'mere and have a look." 

Mandy picked out an 18-year Glenlivet and took it with a splash of cold water but no ice. I knew I liked her for a reason! I poured one for Peg and one for me while Sara asked for a white wine. 

Mandy showed me how to set up the Gertrude sets. "Two small units with servo-controlled antennas that find each other automatically. They use Bluetooth earpieces for two-way communication," she explained. 

We all put on our earpieces, synched them to the base units and tested them. They were clear as a bell. 

Mandy and I returned to the living room to get everyone set up. 

Mandy said, "Sara, in the car you said that you treated your lovers the way you treat yourself when you masturbate. To get a proper perspective of the problem, I would like to see you masturbate in private in the guest room without the earpieces on. Just you and me. Is that okay?" 

Sara was obviously embarrassed, but she meekly said, "Yes." 

Mandy stood and held out her hand. Sara took it. 

"Don't be embarrassed, Sara. It won't be long before we're going to be even more intimate than this." 

She led Sara to the bedroom. Peggy came over and sat next to me on the couch and put her arms around me. Neither of us said anything. She was shaking a little. 

Surprisingly, Mandy and Sara rejoined us in less than ten minutes. 

"Well," announced Mandy, "I've identified the problem. Do you two want to hear?" 

"I guess so," I said. "It might affect how I instruct her." 

"All right. The best way I can describe it is that she's in a rush. Sara said that when she first started to masturbate, she and her sister shared a bedroom. She was afraid of being discovered by her sister. She used a hairbrush handle and her fingers on her clit. It was quick, but pretty intense and fairly violent." 

Sara was in Mandy's arms as Mandy explained this, and Sara had tears in her eyes. 

"When she masturbated, her only goal was to cum as quickly as possible and that carried over into how she had sex with another woman. Just that. There was no foreplay, no intimacy, and no romance. Alex, we can fix that. You lead her through one sexual episode with me. She says that will satisfy her need for your involvement. 

"Make it long, slow and romantic. What you would do with Peggy on an unusually romantic getaway. 

"After that, I'd like to give her some personal instruction, if that's okay with you two. Sara said she wants me to do it." 

"Mi casa, su casa," I said. "The guest room is yours as long as you want to use it." 

"How would you suggest we start?" asked Mandy. 

"I need to know what you're both wearing under your outer clothing." 

Mandy said, "I'm wearing a camisole, a bra and panties." 

Sara said, "Uh, a, uh . . .bra and, uh, panties." 

After thinking about it for a few seconds, I started giving directions. "Peg, I want you to let out the straps on your red slip and give it to Sara to wear. Give her the silk robe. It will fit, except she may not be able to close it all the way at the bust. 

"Let Mandy borrow your vintage black half-slip with the slit, a garter belt and a pair of silk stockings. She can wear the satin robe, but I don't think she will be able to close it all the way, either." 

Peg led the other two to the guest room, and she came back about fifteen minutes later. 

"They're set," she said. "You were right about the robes. They're a bit bigger in the chest than me." 

"Too bad for them," I said. "They can't hold a candle to my gal." 

I gave her a squeeze, but she was too nervous to appreciate it or the compliment. 

Peg and I put on our earpieces. 

"Can you hear us?" I asked. 

"Loud and clear," Mandy replied for herself and Sara. 

Peg sat down on the couch, folded her arms and closed her eyes. 

I turned the lights off and sat at the other end of the couch. 

"I want the two of you to stand." 

"Okay," was Mandy's confident reply. 

"Each of you look at the other. Sara, what do you see? And don't tell me; tell her" 

"I see a . . ." 

I interrupted, "Don't talk about her. Talk to her." 

"Uh . . . You are beautiful." 

"A sunset is beautiful, Sara. Mandy is standing there in front of you in lingerie. She wants to have sex with you. Tell her how she makes you feel looking the way she looks and wearing the things she is wearing." 

"You . . ." 

"She has a name, Sara," I said in a soothing tone. I didn't want her to feel inadequate because I was constantly correcting her. That would just make things worse for her self-esteem. "Using her name in a desiring way creates intimacy. Her name is Mandy. You graduated with a degree and good grades. You must have taken one of those mandatory BS humanities courses. How would a poet from La Belle Époque describe Mandy?" 

Sara paused, and began with feeling, "Mandy, when you stand in front of me, I see you as a flower on a blank canvas of erotic possibilities." 

"Good! Paint some possibilities," I encouraged. 

"When I see you move, the flow of your slip paints a sensuous trail across the room that I can feel." 

"Where do you feel it?" 

"When you move, I feel anticipation of your touch, the silky touch of your lingerie across my skin." 

"Do want that touch?" 

"Yes," Sara replied. I could hear a bit of breathlessness as her mind engaged with the sexuality. 

"Tell her how the anticipation affects you. She's your lover. Tell her. Poetry." 

"Mandy, my sweet lover, I ache in the pit of my stomach, in my loins for your touch. Your presence casts a warm, radiant light into the room when you enter and causes my heart to skip a beat. When I look at your body, I see beauty. When I look in your eyes, I see passion. I want to feel you and I want you to feel me." 

Mandy interjected, "Al, I'm going to collapse if she doesn't touch me soon. God, Sara, having you stand there three feet away saying those things is making me so hot!" 

"Sara," I continued, "Look her directly in the eyes and hold out your right hand. Tell me what her reaction is." 

"She stepped forward and took my hand." 

"Pull her to you, but don't put your arms around her yet. Look into her eyes and describe the sex you are about to have in the colors of Gauguin. The bold, erotic colors of the South Pacific." 

Sara was getting into this now. She apparently had paid attention in school. 

"Our lovemaking will paint sultry, dusky skin against passionate red flowers, soft, verdant leaves and azure seas." 

"Very good, Sara. With what will you paint those colors?" 

"Mandy, I'm going to use my fingertips to trace a sensuous masterpiece across your skin." 

"Oh, God, Al, let her touch me." 

"Sara, pull her to you with both arms and kiss her as long and as hard as you want. Let it feel like your bodies are melting and fusing into each other." I paused to let Sara focus on her kiss and the feeling of Mandy's clothed body pressed up against hers. 

"Feel her body through the robe and under the robe. Tell Mandy that you want her to explore your body, too. She is wearing a soft camisole and a silky slip with lace at the hem and slit. Feel how the texture of her skin changes with each fabric. Imagine her sensation as you move from one to the next." 

"Mandy, open my robe. I want you to caress by body. Touch me everywhere." The desire in Sara's voice was plain to hear as she offered herself to Mandy. 

I could hear them kissing and moaning, and could imagine them caressing each other. 

"Mandy, turn around and lean back into Sara. Sara, put your arms around Mandy. 

"Now, Sara, I want you to feel Mandy's shape. Run your hands slowly over her sides. Feel the shape and size of her hips, the firmness of her waist, the slight curve of her stomach. Do that until I tell you to stop." 

"How does that feel, Mandy?" I asked. 

"Mmmm, her hands feel good." 

"Sara, did you hear that she likes what you are doing? Start whispering in her ear that you love her and want her. Let her know what your hands are telling you about her body. Tell her what she's doing to you and how excited you're feeling. Build up her anticipation and I'll tell you when to move on." 

"I love to touch your body, Mandy. I love you. I want you," Sara whispered loud enough for Peggy and I to hear. "You're body feels so wonderful. I love the curve of your hips and can't wait to kiss and touch your bare skin. Just holding you like this has my pussy getting wet. It aches for you," she teased in a soft, sultry voice. 

I had her continue whispering for a little while. Mandy was moaning softly. At least I think it was Mandy. They were probably both moaning now. 

She explored Mandy's torso for four or five minutes more. I knew she was doing well because I heard Mandy sigh and gasp from time to time. 

"Now move your hands to Mandy's breasts. Use the material of her camisole to gently circle her nipples. Go slowly." 

I heard Mandy moaning louder. 

"Sara, this is more than just foreplay. You are also learning about what your partner likes. Ask her if she wants you to rub or lightly pinch her nipples. Use a pet name." 

"Do you want me to rub or pinch your nipples, my sweet?" 

"Lover, pinch them lightly..., Oh, yes, just like that. Yesss...," Mandy's voice trailed off. 

"Sara, listen to Mandy; listen to what her body is telling you. Listen to how she responds to your touch. Cup her breasts with your fingers and palms and pull her into you in a warm embrace." 

"Mmmm. Warm hands. I can feel your breasts behind me, Sara. Sexy," Mandy purred. 

"Now slowly take off Mandy's robe. Very slowly. Caress her skin as it is exposed. Give her little kisses on her skin, especially her neck and shoulders." 

"Oh, yeah, Oh, good. Softer on my ear, ooooh, yeah," Mandy giggled. "Nibble the lobe some more. Mmmmm." 

"Let the robe fall to the floor now. Put your hands on her hips. Feel her as she moves against you. What would you like to do with her hips?" 

"I'd like to feel them grind against my pussy." 

"Tell her what you want." 

"Mandy, I want to feel your hips rubbing against my pussy . . . Oh, Oh, God that feels good!" 

"Sara, run your hands up under her camisole and play with her breasts again. Feel her nipples. Are they hard?" 

"Yes." 

"Ask Mandy if she would like you to suck on her hard nipples." 

"Mandy. Would you like me to suck on your nipples?" 

"Her hard nipples." 

"Mandy, would you like me to suck on your hard nipples." 

"Oh, yeah!" 

"Lead her to the bed. Don't move too fast, though. You need to treat her gently. Carefully sit her down. Carefully caress her hair and then her face. Look into her eyes and see her desire for you. Let her see your desire for her in your eyes. Think about how it feels to be wanted so much by your lover. Look at the beauty in her face and the softness of her hair under your fingers. The smoothness of her cheeks." 

I gave Sara almost a minute to lovingly absorb all of Mandy's facial features. "Now grasp the bottom of her camisole and slowly lift it over her head. Lick and kiss her ribs as they are exposed." 

I heard Mandy moan and giggle as Sara hit some ticklish spots along with the rest of her bare skin. 

"What king of bra is Mandy wearing?" 

"It's a black push-up bra." 

"Front or back closure?" 

"Back." 

"Do you like the way her breasts look in the bra?" 

"Oh, yeah." 

"Tell Mandy that you like it. Be specific." 

"Mandy, I love the way your breasts lift and stand out in your bra. They're so sexy. I like the sheer lace, too. I love the way your skin feels under the lace." 

"Tell her that you are going to reach behind her and unhook her bra." 

"Mandy, I'm going to unhook your bra." 

"Reach behind you and unhook your bra," I corrected. "Be specific and tell your partner exactly what you are going to do." 

"I'm going to reach behind you and unhook your bra." 

"Good. Now do it," I told her. 

"Oh, your breasts. . .," Sara said in a faltering voice. 

"Sara, you like her breasts? Tell her what you like about them." 

"I love your breasts, Mandy. I love the shape of them. . . their firmness . . . their size. Your pink areolas and nipples are so beautiful against your skin. I want to hold them and kiss them." 

"Lay her back and then fondle them. Lick her nipples and then suck on them." 

Moments later, we heard Mandy responding, "Oh, Sara, lightly, lightly, yesss, oh that feels good. Now do the other one. Please do the other one." 

"Sara, always listen to your lover. Her desires will help guide you. Now run your hands slowly down her torso." 

"Oh, yeah, Sara, don't stop there," Mandy moaned. 

"Sara, she wants you to run your hand under the waist of her slip, but don't do that yet. She may want it, but you're in charge. You're going to build her anticipation to a higher level. Move to the slit in her slip and rub her legs." 

"Mandy, I love the feel of your legs in these stockings. So soft and silky." Sara was catching on and engaged with Mandy without being prompted. 

"Caress them slowly. Feel the difference between the silky slip and the lace around its edges as you glide them over her stockings. Work your way to the tops and feel the transition between stocking and skin." 

"Oh, Sara. Your fingers on my skin, your touch, soft, gentle. That's it. Yesss." In my own mind, I was visualizing my Peggy lying nearly nude and writhing slowly on the bed under my touch. 

"Sara, lightly touch her panties. Are they wet?" 

"Yes." 

"Are they under or over the garter belt?" 

"Under." 

"Unhook her garters. I want your face so close you can smell her legs when you do it. Smells can be very erotic. Lift up her slip and do it now. Lift it up around her waist." 

"Mmmm, oh yeah, your fingers feel so good there," Mandy cooed. 

"They're all undone," Sara informed. 

"Good. Now very slowly, pull down her panties. Caress her legs as you pull them off. It should take half a minute or more." 

A minute later she said, "They're off." 

"Tell Mandy to open her legs a bit." 

"Mandy, I want you to open your legs so I can look at your pussy," Sara instructed her partner. 

"Good, Sara, that's specific. Now I have a question for you. You just fingered your partners in the past, and that drove them off. Sara, have you ever licked a woman?" 

"No. I never got that far." 

"Okay. We're going to take it slowly. Trace Mandy's labia with your finger. Slowly make circles, pressing very, very lightly. So light that sometimes you may not be in contact. Teasingly soft. Butterfly soft. Use your finger to slowly trace a random path around her pussy and inner thighs where she's sensitive." 

I could tell that Mandy was enjoying this because I could hear her rapid breathing now over Gertrude. 

"Tell Mandy what you like about her pussy." 

"My sweet, I love the scent of your sex. Playing in the soft curls surrounding your pussy. Your outer lips are smoother than mine, and I love to trace their shape with my fingernail." 

I had her do that for a couple more minutes. Just rubbing her pubic hair and her thighs around her labia. 

"Ahhhhh. Oh, that feels sooo good, Sara. Your hands are so soft. Yeah, there. Do that again. AHHHH!" 

"Sara, put your mouth on her labia. Touch them with your lips. Kiss them. Lightly at first, and then harder." 

She did that for ten minutes. Licking, kissing, sucking. 

"Sara, do you like the taste? Describe it to Mandy." 

"Mandy, you taste wonderful. Your pussy is soft and wet like your mouth, but maybe a little more salty. And you smell sweet. Like jasmine body wash. I want more." 

"Oh, God, Sara. Yes, put your tongue on them. In me! Lick me! Oh, yesss, like that. I want you to lick my clit." 

"Sara, can you see her clit?" 

"I think so." 

"I want you to put a finger inside Mandy's vagina at the same time your tongue touches her clit. Let the tip of your tongue lightly lick across the very top of her clit a few times, then flick your tongue over it a little harder." 

"Oh, Sara, that's soo good," moaned Mandy. "Tip of your tongue. Su . . . suck it. Pull it up with your lips." 

"Put another finger in her, Sara. Move your fingers in time with your mouth. Don't stop now or say anything. I want you to lick and suck Mandy's clit while you finger her. Hard sucking and then little butterfly kisses. Move your tongue around and over her clit. Feel her respond under you." 

Mandy moaned almost constantly as Sara explored her pussy. 

"When you do something that makes her gasp, remember it and do it again. You can move away from that area for a little bit and then return to do it again. Work her vagina with your fingers and feel her juice cover your hand. Feel her and watch for slight contractions or spasms. Feel her orgasm slowly build. Taste her and savor her juice. Imagine her mouth on your clit and what that would feel like." 

"Oh, ahhhhh, yess, yesss, uhhnngghhhhh AHHHHHHH!" If Mandy wasn't climaxing, she was giving a damn good impression, I thought. 

"Sara, feel her against you. Feel how she climaxes. Feel her contractions on your fingers. Know that you built that up in her, and that you did that for your lover. She's going to become very sensitive now. Remember how your clit feels right after cumming and how touching it makes you almost jump out of your skin. Stop when you feel her recoiling away from your tongue or finger." 

"Mmmmm, oh, Sara. That was great. That was great, dear. Come here," Mandy called dreamily. 

"Sara . . . Mandy . . . We're turning off our earpieces. I want you two to cuddle and hold each other for fifteen or twenty minutes. I want you two covered up in twenty minutes because we will come in then. Okay?" 

"Mmmm, okay." 

"Yeah. Twenty minutes." 

I turned our base unit off, and then the earpieces. 

Peg put a hand on my leg and started crying. 

"Oh, Honey. I hoped that wouldn't hurt you. I'm so sorry." 

"No,no," she sobbed. "That was beautiful. I imagined you doing that to me as you have done so many times. You did it. You did it! It was beautiful. That was Sara's first ever romantic experience." 

"I closed my eyes and pretended we were having phone sex," I explained. That's when I realized she had one hand in her jeans and I had missed what she was doing.