May 19, 2005
Extract: Beyond You & Me
An outtake from the novel “Beyond You & Me”.
P. surprised me the other day when he showed up with a fellow grad student teaching assistant he’d gotten to know in he German department. Fellow grad student, byt not a fellow Lara was short and a little dumpy, female grad students favor Birkenstocks and khackis, but she had a lovely, animated face that put me at ease right away. Also a smile that said smoker, with bad teeth, sorta like S. in drag. He tells me she’s staying for dinner, and right away my antenna were alerted. I didn’t mind, Lara was about as unpretentious as you can get and still go to Yale. In fact, the conversation over dinner was mostly about things OTHER than Yale and grad school, thank God.
Imagine my surprise, though, when P. went off to the little boy s room and Lara begins to tell me about the woman she was involved with in college. It s pretty clear to me P. must’ve mentioned something about my preferences to her, and my immediate reaction is I ll kill him, but then I figured, what the fuck? Who cares what the grad student community knows about me? As we re talking, she’s looking straight at me and running her hands along her pants leg.
I may not’ve been to college, but I m not stupid, either. I could see what the two of them were up to, so I decided to skip the preliminaries and go straight to dessert. Hanging out at Partners had trained me pretty well, I stood up, walked the few steps around to where Lara was sitting, and bent over, kissing her hard on the mouth. There was a faint taste of cigarettes, and I wondered if this is what it would be like kissing S. The softness of her mouth made me forget about him, and unlike with Alex, Lara was an accomplished kisser, responding right away: she put her arms around me forcefully, pulling my body closer and then gently biting at my nipples through my blouse and bra.
Whether they d worked something out or P. simply went with the flow, he was waiting for us by the time we found our way into the bedroom. I was naked and Lara was mostly undressed. Her melon-shaped breasts had gotten round from the arousal and the chilly air, and my pussy was cool with the moisture our foreplay had triggered. Her body wasn’t anything great, but the situation was taking over, I was performing for P. again, and the wine we d had with dinner was helping lower my standards.
She pushed me onto the bed and I lay down alongside P. who was still in his clothes. He took me in his arms and kissed me, while Lara went straightaway between my legs and began tonguing my clit hood. Her actions were so strong and swift, moving rapidly down from the clit to my swollen pussy lips that I was coming almost before I could catch my breath so much so I had to push P. away to get enough air. He wasn’t put off from what I could tell, watching me as my orgasms came in powerful waves, my body contracting like a violent spring.
Whoah! was all I could say when it was over.
Cassie, you were built for sex, that s for certain. Her winning smile made me want to kiss her again, but she had moved over to P. and had pulled his cock out of his zipper. Leaning over while her breasts dangled above his balls, she slid him into her mouth right up to the base of his shaft, then proceeded to work him over with almost professional skill. Alternating between moving head up and down while gripping his balls and then stroking the shaft with one hand in a twirling motion, she brought him to orgasm almost quicker than I’ve ever been able to. P. came in a series of groans and spasms, with Lara holding onto his cock so she didn’t lose a drop of his come. I was fascinated watching her throat contract, timing her swallows with each spurt. I ve never seen another woman giving head before, and I was making mental notes for the future.
Never having swallowed P.’s come, I felt a twinge of jealousy that shivered all the way down there. What is it about jealousy that inflames our desires?
As he lay there spent, a small drop of semen had dripped onto her right breast, and I watched it with fascination while it slid down the globe past her nipple like a white clad skier. She crawled back over to me and began kissing me passionately. The taste of my husband s semen on her lips and tongue was oddly thrilling and forbidden, what could be more naughty and nasty? She had me moist in no time, and proceeded to work her tongue down my breasts, stomach and belly to my clit, where she slid her skilled tool along my outer labia.
Despite her efforts to pleasure me once again, I felt that reciprocity demanded I press her buttons, so I did my part, so to speak. Watching the two of us, P. was erect again by the time she came, and slipped his cock into my swollen lips.
Don’t worry, I won’t come, I know you don t have your diaphragm in. I didn’t say anything, I was curious to see what he’d do. Having come once already, he stayed hard for what seemed like hours and I rode him on top until I thought I would black out. When I swooned a little, blurting out whoah, Nellie, the room s spinning, he pushed me off, then began fucking Lara. She took a bit longer to come not too many women are as quickly orgasmic as I am, and maybe she’s more into women than men, but regardless, soon enough he was pulling out and coming on her belly for me to see, then pushing back in for one last joyous thrust that left them both panting.
Copyright 2005 by W. S. Cross
May 19th, 2005 at 8:41 pm
Thanks for posting this “out-take” that’s not in the novel, but could be. For those who might be wondering in this day of Internet porn why Cassie, the heroine, has never seen a woman going down on a man, this is 1975 and Cassie doesn’t see her first hardcore film for another few weeks. It’s “Behind the Green Door,” which was shown at “Porno Night at Yale” in May, 1975 (true fact) and leads to the pivotal scene in the novel when he fantasies become reality.