"Have you got a hanky or something?" Mary said, irritated and trembling with frustration.
"Yeah… somewhere." Larry pulled it out of his pocket and tossed it at the mess he'd made. Mary blotted up the slick curds, aware of the sharp smell and what it was doing to her. When Larry closed his eyes, she held the handkerchief to her lips and licked. Yes, the taste was very much the same no matter what man it came out of. She licked again, her cunt aching with excitement. Doing that reminded her of how she'd escaped. She could almost feel the smooth texture of Royce's huge prick sliding between her lips.
What was it about eating cum? It seemed to bring back the first thrills of sexuality, the thrills she'd learned down in Royce's quarters and later in Nate's plush bedroom. Mary licked more cum from the handkerchief. But Larry was stirring, and she quickly got rid of it and rubbed the back of her hand across her mouth.
"Hey, Mary, where are you?"
"Right here," she cooed, cuddling up. Her rambling thoughts had fired her desire, despite her date's unconcern for her own pleasure. Larry pulled her into his arms and they kissed. But he broke it off almost instantly and gave her a funny look. She saw that he was licking his lips, tasting his own cum.
"What in hell…"
Blushing furiously, Mary tried to think of what to say. But now that Larry had figured out that he really was tasting his own hot seed, his expression became more horrified.
"I don't care if you want to eat it," he muttered, "but you could have washed out your mouth before you kissed me!"
Torn between shame and anger, Mary tried to imagine what Nate Rexford might have done in similar circumstances. It was hard thinking of him being angry about cum on her lips. In fact, Nate would probably have been wild about the idea. It was a silly fantasy. Nate had never come at all during their sex games. And Mary was wondering if any girl had the sexual power to bring him off.
"What are you thinking about now?" Larry said, obviously irritated by her daydreaming.
"None of your damned business." Straightening her clothes, Mary glared at him. "I think you'd better take me home, though. I'm starting to get bored."
The following morning, Mary was more frustrated than ever. She'd had a restless night thinking about the mistakes she'd made, wondering if they even were mistakes. And always when she felt the familiar tingles, she'd find herself thinking of Nate and Royce and that big house in the trees by the ocean. Was Teresa still having a ball in there? She felt a terrible pang of envy and loss. She was surprised at her own blatant lust, at her need to be admired and wanted again by a man so sophisticated as Nate.
When the doorbell rang and Mary went to find Teresa standing there, she nearly fainted.
"Yeah, it's me," her black-haired friend said. "Want to hear some good stories?"
In her room, Mary waited for Teresa to spill all the details of the past few days. Her cunt was very damp and hot in anticipation of what she knew would be erotic. But Teresa gave a sigh before she started, obviously not so excited about what had happened.
"Oh, we fucked a lot. But I kind of get the idea that Nate is looking for someone special. And I'm afraid that someone isn't me."
This seemed hard to believe. Mary had always thought her friend the sexiest, prettiest girl in town. Surely Nate must appreciate Teresa's high, firm breasts, her perfect figure, her small waist and long legs.
"It's not that he didn't like to do naughty things to me," Teresa said. "But I guess you noticed that he never comes with a girl. And how he brags about his control and all that. Actually, I don't think he can come. Maybe he's looking for someone who can really bring him off."
"If you couldn't, nobody could…"
"That's not how I see it." Teresa turned her large, brown eyes on Mary. "You see, I'm supposed to deliver a message. Nate wants you to be at the corner of Main and Elm at four o'clock today. That is, if you really want to."
"He wants." Mary shivered, hardly believing what Teresa had said. She pretended to be somewhat put off by the invitation. Her heart was pounding. So Nate had tired of Teresa. And now he wanted to try her, Mary, again.
"If that… that animal thinks he can just call on me to come running any time he feels like it…"
"He's not an animal," Teresa said softly. "He's a dreamy lover. Ohhh, God, Mary, the things he did to my body." Teresa hugged herself and shivered. "I only wish I hadn't disappointed him."
"Every girl winds up disappointing him," Mary went on. "He's not satisfied, he's never satisfied."
"But I think he wants to be. Because he said something while we were together. He said that you were the type that really turned him on. He told me he even fixed things so you'd see him fucking me and then get envious and try to do better." Teresa blinked her long lashes. "Don't you see? He was trying to goad you into really going after him. He's just tired of the usual games. He was hoping you'd take the bait and come in like a little tiger."