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  Then when I knew I had his full attention, I slipped first one, then two fingers inside me. His mouth dropped open. His eyes glazed over. His face drew closer to me. I began to move my fingers in and out, spreading my moisture, which was practically gushing out of me. He put his hand on my thigh, which surprised me at first. His hand was clammy. I didn’t push him away.

  I looked over at David, and he was rubbing himself through his pants. His eyes were focused on my fingers inside me, and the boy watching me. His eyes darted between us. The smell of my sex was in the air, and there was thick tension in the room. All I could hear was panting. The salesman was now pushing against his own crotch with the heel of his hand. His pants were straining under the pressure. He had a large wet spot.

  I’m not sure what the salesman expected, but I wasn’t about to do anything with him. Instead, I wanted to see if he would respond the way the taxi driver had. I pulled my two sopping fingers out. His eyes followed them. I then placed the two fingers in my mouth and tasted myself. Immediately, I saw his eyes roll back. His face flushed even more, his head tilted back, and he grunted his orgasm loudly. I could see the wetness growing on his crotch.

  This might sound very odd, but his orgasm excited me incredibly. Why? I had brought a young man to climax without touching him in any way…simply by showing him my body and providing some teasing play. For a woman who felt out of place, I felt immensely empowered. I was a sexual tigress, and I wanted to let out all that I held inside me.

  However, it was time to go. I looked up to David, who was still touching himself through his pants.

  “Let’s go,” I said, and we walked to the door.

  I looked back at my young friend, and he was still on his knees where I had left him. His face was red, and his chin was down to his chest.

  10

  When we got back to his apartment, David nearly dragged me upstairs. I wouldn’t have it, though. It’s hard to describe, but I was so on edge…so worked up…I wanted this night to go on forever. It took some doing, but I talked him into getting the Corvette. His brother was still out of town, and David had been keeping it at his place, as his building had a secure car park. When we walked to the garage, David was clearly agitated, but I wasn’t giving up the control I had just gained. I felt like we had switched roles, if only for tonight…I was the one making the decisions, and I liked it.

  Out on the road, I saw his frustration through his clenched jaw. “Where do you want to go?” He looked like a small boy who didn’t get his toy.

  “Take the tunnel…let’s drive into Jersey,” I directed.

  “Jersey?”

  “Believe me, I’m going to make it worth your while.” Moving through Midtown, I noticed it was nearly one o’clock in the morning. My energy was high, and I felt I could be out all night.

  As we entered the tunnel, I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra. In a flash, I pulled my top off and exposed my bare breasts. The cool evening air produced rigid goose bumps all over my body. The wind blowing over my naked torso was so exhilarating! I was young and new and fresh. I was alive. I was primal. I was a woman who was waking up—mind, body, and spirit. I wasn’t about to slow down. I wanted to go faster and faster. My naked breasts drank in the night air.

  And David immediately perked up. As we moved through the tunnel, I was studying the faces of the drivers coming the other way. I saw eyes grow large. One man honked his horn. Once out of the tunnel, he opened it up and we were racing down the highway. I sat up high in the seat and held my arms over my head. My body was on display for the whole world to see, but I was not embarrassed at all. My skin was crackling with electricity. I shrieked out…baying to the night air. Never, ever could I have imagined I would feel so alive and sexual and raw, racing down the road in a shiny, fast car, a beautiful man behind the wheel, and my nakedness catching the wind of the night air. My hair flew out behind me. I was Lady Godiva…unashamed for the first time. I was the goddess of the night, and the wind worshipped my body as it whipped around me.

  We took an exit outside Newark, and we slowed. I sunk back into my seat. David drove until we found a row of trees away from any buildings. I asked him to park and turn off the car.

  And then I was on him. My mouth smashed into his. I shoved my breasts hard against him. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him hard to me. Our tongues fought each other. I took his between my lips and sucked on it hard. Then I pulled his face down to my naked breasts, and pressed my nipples into his hungry mouth. I was attacking him…I was taking sex from him. I was a hungry lioness taking her prey.

  I was so immensely keyed up. I remember never wanting sex more than I wanted it at that moment. The park. The taxi. The shoe salesman. The naked ride. My whole body was intense sensation, and I was ready to explode with the merest touch. Every nerve ending of my skin was alive…they burned so much it felt like I was being stung by a thousand bees.

  I pulled back from him and began to rip at his pants. He helped me get his buckle undone, and then I had him out. His large cock looked angry, and he was already dripping. I wanted that in me so badly. I straddled him, and forced him into me hard. I was so excited he slid in easily, and I had a shuddering orgasm almost immediately. As I climaxed, he bit down hard on my nipple, and my mind flew thirty thousand feet in the air. I was in the clouds over the Andes. I was rain on the high desert. I was snow in the Himalayas. My body and mind floated above the world and saw every flower, every tree, every blade of grass.

  And then I became fury.

  I began to grind myself on him with all that I had. I was slamming myself down with acrimony. David was already growling at me. He was talking, though at first I couldn’t make out what he was saying. Then I realized he was critiquing the show I gave him.

  “You loved it when that boy came, didn’t you?” I knew his mind was feeling nasty, and he wanted me to feed his fire. I was ready to pleasure his body and his mind. I was ready to take him down any road he wanted to go but not by following him—I wanted to lead the way.

  “You liked that, baby? You liked me being a dirty girl? You like me being a tease?” I hummed softly into his ear.

  “Oh fuck, yeah…you made me so hot.” His voice was so deep and primal…he was a bear…all instincts and anger and aggression.

  “Oh yeah, I can feel it. You’re so hard inside me. Give me that hot prick. Fuck me with it, David. I want your hot come inside me.”

  “Yeah, you made that boy come too, didn’t you, you bad girl!” I could feel him expanding inside me, and I knew he was close. I could feel him about to burst inside me. Oh, that made him hot, did it?

  “Oh yeah, that boy touched my legs and wanted to lick my pussy…you know he did…maybe I should have let him…”

  That was all it took. David threw his head back and began a deep, groaning orgasm. I felt it burning inside of me, like his seed was gasoline. It burned and ached inside me. His orgasm set off another, shorter one in me. We were groaning and burning and panting, our heads turned up to the night sky. We were coyotes in the desert night. My hair thrashed his face. I squeezed my arms around his neck and panted up to the moon.

  And then a sharp light was in my eyes. “What are you two doing here? Jesus H. Christ!”

  We were so lost in ourselves we hadn’t noticed a police car pull up next to us. The officer had turned the squad car’s side spotlight on us. It was blindingly bright. I immediately scrambled for my clothes. I heard both officers get out and slam their doors. David began to swear under his breath.

  “I’m going to need to see some ID,” the first officer said. His partner stood a bit off, resting his elbow on his gun belt. We obliged …though I threw on my blouse before I dug into my purse. The same officer read our information over the radio. I noticed the second cop had a nasty leering smile on his face. I suddenly felt incredibly dirty. His sickening expression judged me…and I hated judgment.

  “Looks like we ruined your fun,” said the leering cop. We didn’t answe
r, and kept dressing.

  After a bit the first officer returned. He handed back our IDs. “They got no priors,” he said to his partner.

  “You’re not gonna let ‘em go, are you, Sarge?”

  He didn’t answer his partner. “Look, what you guys did may seem harmless, but this is a residential area. Just up the street are some good families. If one of their kids came down this street and saw what you were up to, that wouldn’t be good. I’m letting you go with a warning this time. Don’t come back here with none of that shit, okay?”

  David was quick to reply, “You got it, sir.”

  “Drive safely, folks.”

  We backed out, still hearing his partner protesting. He apparently felt we deserved a harsher punishment. Or did his lascivious smile suggest something else? I’m glad I never found out.

  We drove home in silence. David drove the speed limit the entire way back. I don’t think he exhaled until we were in Manhattan.

  When we were in the elevator, I looked over at David. He looked back at me. When his eyes met mine, I broke out into the silliest laughter I had experienced since I was a little girl. I laughed and laughed until we reached the door of his apartment. He didn’t so much as smile, and instead looked like the boy who got caught cheating on a test.

  11

  I called in sick the next day, and we spent a long morning lounging in bed. We held each other and talked softly. Outside, I could just hear the traffic of the big city below us. We drank orange juice and listened to the morning news on the clock radio.

  I finally broke the ice. “How did you feel about last night, David?” I asked, studying his face. I wondered if his view of me changed. Did the sobering morning bring a new perspective on us? Did I lose the veneer of “the good girl” and become a raving skank worthy of derision?

  “You mean the cops?”

  “No, I mean everything we did…Central Park, the drive, the shoe salesman…”

  “It was incredible…you surprised me…you were more than I had hoped for.”

  “Really?”

  “Well, yeah…those are the type of experiences I yearn for. Surprise…liberation…uninhibited actions…doing whatever crazy thing we can think of. But avoiding the cops would be wise in the future.” He smiled. “Neither of us need that in our lives.”

  “So when the salesman touched my thigh you weren’t angry?” I was studying him carefully, looking for signs of judgment.

  “I was hoping you’d go further…”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Like how much further?”

  “I was hoping you’d let him go down on you or something like that.”

  “You wouldn’t have been jealous that a stranger was doing that to me?”

  “Jealous? Well, I think that is part of it…it’s one of the many emotions I go through. Jealousy, hurt, anger, attraction, excitement…it’s a jumble of many emotions…all at incredible speed.”

  So far, his face and movements betrayed nothing surreptitious.

  “But don’t you later feel that jealousy stinging you?”

  “Well, here and there…but I also feel intense excitement at the same time.”

  “That’s hard for me to understand, David. The thought of you with another woman makes me feel very jealous and angry, and I don’t know if I’d get over it.” I had to let him know my feelings, and we had to talk this out. “I’ve tried to picture us swapping and doing other things, and I only feel like I would be angry and vengeful.” His face darkened a bit.

  “Well, I understand. Last night, though, you were pretty wild. You don’t think you can let that spirit out in different situations?”

  “I’m not sure…I try to imagine it, and it’s cloudy…”

  “I get that…we call this ‘the life’ and it’s not for everybody. If you can’t do some things I will definitely understand, like we spoke about before I left. But…you have to admit last night we were having a blast, yeah?”

  “At least until the cops showed up…then I felt humiliated.” He rolled over and looked me in the eyes.

  “Well, that was a first for me also…but last night was one of the best nights of my life. I felt so free and alive…” He looked a bit wistful.

  “Me, too, but I don’t ever want to experience the humiliation of the police again, okay?”

  “Yeah, let’s avoid sex outdoors…for a while anyway.” He laughed softly to himself.

  “So are there places where we can do these things safely? Is the life safe from arrest?”

  “Oh, of course…especially here in New York. Plus, I know some great places overseas. Europe is much freer with sex than the US.”

  I have to admit I was intrigued, but I was also jealous thinking of David flying around the world, having sex in random places with random people.

  “In Tanzania also?”

  David let out a big laugh, eyes up to the ceiling. “No, not in Tanzania, silly Rachel. In Tanzania I was fighting bugs and disease and lions.”

  Okay, I felt better. “But how do you learn about places where these things happen? How do you learn about all of this? Most people, I think, never know such places exist.” I really was curious.

  “Well, it’s like a network of people. We share information with people we trust. In the US, you have to be careful because in some states this life is illegal. Not in New York though…here you’d be amazed at who you see in these types of gatherings.”

  “Like whom?”

  “Politicians. Celebrities. I’ve seen many.”

  I was intrigued.

  “Studio 54 used to be the place, and you’d see rock stars and celebrities all over. Cher. Bowie. The upstairs at that place was basically a giant orgy. But it has become quite a drag recently, and you have to watch out for people taking pictures. I avoid it now. Plus, I’m not into drugs, and there’s a lot of that there…too much…”

  “Have you ever been with any celebrities?”

  “A couple, but I’d rather not talk about it. Maybe another time.”

  “Okay. But can I ask you some other questions?”

  “Shoot.”

  “How did you find yourself in the life? What got you started? Nobody just starts out this way, I’m sure.” I know now that I sounded awfully judgmental but I was young.

  “Well, I think I probably always had a very strong sex drive, and was naturally curious about everything. That’s how I started with writing and traveling.”

  “Okay, but how did you start sexually? Did you just one day find an orgy and jump in?”

  “No, nothing like that,” he said, chuckling lightly.

  “Well, c’mon then, tell me about your sexual experiences. I’m curious.”

  “Are you going to try to psychoanalyze me? ‘David, you’re a pervert because…’”

  “No, nothing like that.”

  “Believe me, it happens a lot. Every woman I’m with thinks she can cure me of ‘this disease that’s inside.’” His fingers were pumping the quotations. “I can’t and don’t want to be cured. I like the life. It makes me happy. I’d be bored to tears living any other way.”

  “What were your first sexual experiences like?” I was sure there would be something in there that I could pick up on. I guess I was already guilty of what others had tried in his past. Would knowing make anything different?

  “Well, I started early. I was always intrigued by sex and the human body. When I was ten I was already masturbating. I remember being at a pool on hot summer days and seeing girls with only a swimsuit on used to give me the most painful erections!”

  “Who took your virginity?”

  “Well, I lost it very early…I was fourteen. We had a neighbor on our floor. Mrs. Crinshaw. Her husband was a bus driver. He worked long hours, putting in overtime to make a few extra bucks. Mrs. Crinshaw told my mother that she needed a hand with a few chores, and asked if I wanted to make some extra money.”

  “Chores?”

  “Well, she
told my mother I could change some light bulbs, or load boxes in closets…stuff like that. I did one day, and she paid me five dollars. That was easy money. So I would always ask her if she needed any chores done, and she would have something for me to do. One day, she asked me to stay after and talk.”

  “Talk?”

  “That’s what she said.” Wry smile. “She went into her bedroom and came out in a nightie. She was an older woman…probably forty-five or so…but she wasn’t unattractive. She was slender. She had a beautiful face, though it was lined with the years. Still, she was thirty years older than I was.”

  “What did you think when you saw her in the nightie?”

  “I was a bit surprised, as you can imagine. I was only fourteen, after all. She asked me to sit down next to her on the couch. I did. She began to tell me she was lonely because her husband worked so many hours. She told me she just liked to hold a man from time to time. I didn’t know what she meant, but I had never sat that close to a woman before…except my mother.”

  “Then what happened?”

  “Well, she asked if I would hug her. I did. She then kissed me on the mouth. It surprised me, but I was excited as well.”

  “You were only fourteen…I can’t believe a woman would take advantage of you like that. It’s perverted, don’t you think?”

  “Well, believe me when I say I am conflicted about that whole period. If that were my son, I would be furious. But…I was a horny teenager, willing to do anything. Still, she was not the type of female I had envisioned losing my virginity to.”

  “Then what happened?”

  “When she kissed me, she put my hand on her breast. It was the first time I’d touched a breast, and I became very excited. She let me squeeze her breasts for a while. Then she took me into the bedroom, stripped me, and we had sex.”

  “Regular sex?” I guess I wanted to know all the details.

  “She pulled me on top of her and put me inside. I didn’t last very long. I don’t think she really enjoyed it. I think she was just so horny she had to have something.”