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Archive-author: Flying Pen
Archive-title: Crystal's Persuasion


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			   Crystal's Persuasion

   My girlfriend Crystal is from the suburbs; malls, nice homes with lots 
of grass, and three cars in every garage (the Beamer for the kids, 
don'cha know).  Me, I'm from the city; discount stores, row homes on 
pavement with aluminum siding and car alarms going off in the street.  
She's 25, and white.  I'm 30 and black.  I work with computers, and play 
music part-time on the weekends.  She's an auditor for a brokerage house, 
and used to spend money on the weekends.  We met while I was playing, but 
it took an unusual catalyst to get us together: my ex-girlfriend, Pam.

   Pam is drop-dead gorgeous, a walking wet dream.  She's about five-
four, with blonde hair (sometimes it's curly, sometimes not).  She has 
bright blue eyes, and a slender, firm body that inspires thoughts of 
rabid, mindless marathon sex.  She's a city girl, and works as a cocktail 
waitress at one of the clubs we play regularly at.  Pam's aggressive if 
she sees something she likes.  She's not afraid of anybody.  Pam's been 
around the block a few times, and is wiser than her 23 years.  She's 
almost the exact opposite of Crystal.  Crystal played the coy little girl 
"notice me" game with me, while Pam...  Let me tell that story first.

   I had been playing every other weekend at the club where she works for 
about three months.  Being an average, under-sexed male, I noticed her 
like all the other men who walked in the club.  I drooled, too.  
Unfortunately, I couldn't even try, since she was clearly off-limits.  
It's bad news for a band to piss off the staff at a club, and unwanted 
advances are the easiest way to do that.  That will get you fired faster 
than almost anything else.  One Saturday night after closing, I was 
waiting for the owner.  Pam sat next to me, counting her money.  I heard 
her say, "Excuse me, Don."

   "Yeah, Pam?"  I tried to be nonchalant, but my heart started racing.

   "Why don't you just ask me out instead of looking at me with puppy dog 
eyes all of the time.  I _am_ an equal opportunity dater," she said 
sweetly.  My jaw bounced off the floor twice.  "Let's do something after 
I ring out," she suggested.  After all business had been taken care of, 
she and I walked out to our cars.  That is where I found out what her 
definition of "something" was.  Pam produced a rubber from her purse.  
("Just in case I meet somebody -- interesting.")  She looked deeply into 
my eyes, and I got lost in hers'.  "My place or yours?  This is what 
you've been wanting, right?"

   We never even made it out of the parking lot.  After kissing 
frantically for about five minutes, she and I climbed into my van.  Pam 
pulled my pants down, put the rubber on me, and removed her panties.  I 
felt her settle onto my erection.  "You look shocked," she panted.  
"Isn't it what you expected?"  She began to pump her hips, sliding 
ferociously along my dick.  I had no brain; Pam's scent, her facial 
expression, and her enthusiasm were more than enough to make thought 
impossible.  It didn't hurt that I was living out a most recent, 
extremely recurrent fantasy.  I didn't care that Pam was essentially 
masturbating herself on me.  It didn't last long, either.  "Now that 
you've had the fantasy, will you call me next week?  I think you're 
cute."  She sat next to me, still dressed in her tuxedo top, miniskirt 
and fishnet stockings.

   "You're kidding, right?" was my response.  "Why in the hell wouldn't I 
call?"

   "Because you already got what you wanted," Pam replied.  That wasn't 
quite true.  She had masturbated herself on me while I watched.  That was 
considerably less than what I wanted.  "So."  Pam let the sentence drop 
with that one word.

   "Pam," I started, then stopped.  "I'm sorry you're so cynical, but I'm 
not like other guys."  I ran that back through my head.  "I guess you've 
heard that before," I said sheepishly.

   "Uh-huh.  But -- you are the first guy since high school to look at me 
with puppy dog eyes.  Maybe you're not lying."  Pam kissed me on the 
cheek.  "Bye."  She got out of the car, smiled and walked leisurely to 
her car.  I called her the next day, and that began a six month romance.  
Much to Pam's pleasure, I was a much more active lover than I had been in 
the van.  Our after-work van encounters continued; at first, they were 
the subject of gossip at the club, but then became accepted fact, hardly 
worth comment.  For about five months, it was great.

   The last month felt wrong.  The sex was still incredible, but 
conversation had dwindled to virtually nothing.  Finally, we had the 
inevitable discussion.  I brought it up over dinner one night.  "It's not 
working, is it?"  She looked up at me through surprised blue eyes.

   Lowering them before speaking, she sighed, "No..."  She cleared her 
throat before resuming, stronger this time.  "No, Don, it isn't.  It's 
been fun, but you're right."

   "Anything I can do?"

   "No, I'm sorry, but I don't think so," Pam ruefully replied.  "Please 
don't take this personally, but, I'm afraid I've gotten bored with you."  
She quickly added, "Except in bed.  You're pretty creative, y'know?"  She 
smiled sadly.  "What you need is a nasty streak." Regarding me fully, she 
continued before I could say anything.  "I mean, I'm about to go into 
diabetic shock, you've been so sweet.  I guess I'm looking for the spice 
of danger."

   "A nasty streak?  I just wasn't brought up that way.  And I doubt that 
I can change, even for you," I stated.

   "See?  There you go again."  Pam patted my cheek and leaned closer.  
"You can't hurt me.  I really do like you a lot, and I want to be 
friends."  She paused.  "Really, I don't think I could have this 
conversation with another guy.  I think about all the times you made me 
laugh, and I value your advice.  Can we -- be friends?"

   I looked at her with all the seriousness I could muster.  There was 
hope written all over her face, and the entire apartment was silent.  My 
voice was quiet, deep; grave.  "Wouldn't this be a hell of a time for me 
to get that mean streak you just talked about?"  Pam was stunned for an 
instant, then she read the laughter in my eyes and laughed herself.

   "That's why it's been fun," she chuckled.  "I knew there was a reason 
I wanted to go out with you in the first place."  Pam leaned over and 
kissed me on the cheek.  Then she nibbled on my ear and whispered, "Wanna 
do it once more?  For old times' sake?"  It turned out to be more than 
once, lasting into Sunday afternoon.  Pam is still a walking wet dream.

   Our discussion continued over coffee in bed.  Pam explained, with 
loving care, exactly what she felt had gone wrong.  If anything, I hadn't 
been possessive enough, and too acquiescent to her wishes.  I asked her 
how she had become so wise in her 23 years.  "Bimboism isn't terminal.  I 
know, 'cause I used to be one.  I'm smarter now -- I hope."

   I really care for Pam a lot.  She's a good friend, and I learned a lot 
from her, especially after we broke up, which brings me to Crystal.


				  Crystal

   I met Crystal at the same club, three months later.  She and a couple 
of friends walked in and sat at the front table.  Since it just happened 
to be audience participation time, I decided to have some fun with the 
newcomers.  I hadn't really noticed Crystal at that point, I was just 
doing my job.  "Hi, how y'all doin' tonight?" I asked over the 
microphone.  Two of the people at the table immediately got embarrassed, 
which made them prime targets.  I sauntered over to their table.  "This 
is front row night.  Y'all got any requests?"

   Crystal was not intimidated by the mike.  "Yeah!  Play something 
nasty!  I wanna hear some dirty blues!"  I've got a live one here, I 
thought.  Her companions tried to become invisible.

   "So you want to hear something dirty?  Look out guys, there's a 
naaasty girl in the house, and she's right here at the front table!  
Better watch out for this one..."  Crystal blushed, caught off-guard.  
Her friends tried to shrink into nothingness.  The band played two 
Clarence Carter songs, finishing the set with "Strokin".  I waved at Pam 
as I came off the stage.  "I'll buy for the front table of three.  They 
were really good sports."  Pam nodded and sped off to deliver her drinks.

   I was checking my tuning near the end of my break when I heard a 
female voice say, "Thanks for the drinks."  I turned and looked at 
Crystal.  She wore her black hair straight, and her eyes are also black.  
She wore a floral print dress that came just below her knees.

   "No problem," I said, "you and your friends were really good sports.  
I hope I didn't embarrass you too much.  My name is Don."

   "I'm Crystal, and those are my friends Beth and Scott.  We've never 
been here before."

   "Please come back.  We like new fans, and this band is here every 
other weekend," I supplied.  "Oops, time to go back to work," I said as 
the guitarists and harmonica player stepped on the stage.  At the end of 
the night, I packed up and went home without a second thought to the 
raven-haired woman.

   Two weeks later, at the same club, I heard my name called right after 
we broke.  I turned to see Crystal waving energetically at me.  Scott and 
Beth were also at the table.  I went over to do some more public 
relations.  "Hi!  I'm glad to see that you came back."

   Crystal asked how the band was doing, and Beth pushed a chair over for 
me.  Scott said hello, and then flagged Pam down.  He ordered drinks, and 
said he'd pay for me.  "Shouldn't you be playing instead of acting like a 
paying customer?" Pam asked sweetly.  I smiled and blew her a kiss after 
a few seconds.  She returned both gestures.  I gave her a little squeeze 
around the hips as she turned to leave.  Pam relaxed into my grip, and 
waited until I let go before leaving the table.  Scott's eyes, which had 
been fixed on Pam, nearly left their sockets.

   He said, "Whoa," in a much louder voice than he had intended, because 
Beth looked _very_ annoyed at him.  I was amused, but the "Time To Leave 
Tactfully" alarm went off in my head.

   However, before I could get up to leave, Beth, a pretty, buxom, and 
slightly blitzed blonde, grabbed my arm.  Looking at me with unfocused 
eyes, she asked, "Is that your girlfriend?"  It was obvious that she was 
trying to get Pam out of Scott's head.  Unfortunately, I couldn't give 
her the answer she wanted to hear.

   "We've gone out a couple of times, but we're just really good 
friends," I replied.  Silence descended on the table, and it gave me a 
chance to make a graceful exit.  "She's right about getting back to work, 
though.  See you folks again, OK?  Thanks for the drink, Scott."  The 
three of them stayed until closing, and I wished them all good night as 
they left.

   Pam handed me a glass of water as the last customer departed.  She 
nodded toward the door.  "The girl with black hair?  She likes you.  She 
tried to get your attention all night."  Pam ran a finger around my 
shoulder and down my chest.  "I think she's curious, being a county girl 
and all."

   "You're kidding.  She hardly said a word when I was at that table."

   "No, you're just dense.  I watched her.  I saw all of the signs," Pam 
lectured.  "The only thing she didn't do was talk to you.  I guess she's 
a little scared of you.  That county thing, I guess."  Pam leaned closer, 
making me forget Crystal.  "If I were you, I'd ask her for her phone 
number next time."

   The next time I saw Crystal, she was with William.  I was much more 
conscious of her presence, thanks to Pam's constant reminders.  William 
seemed perplexed by Crystal's taste in music, but he was patient enough 
to endure the break she spent talking with me.  They left shortly 
thereafter.  Pam gave me Crystal's phone number after the gig.  "I 
figured you wouldn't ask while she was with another guy, so I did while 
she was waiting for the bathroom.  She's really excited that you're 
interested."  Pam waved a finger in my face.  "Don't be too nice to her."

   Crystal and I went on a date that week.  Nothing happened, and it 
ended with a hug.  Crystal was alone at our next gig.  She was waiting 
for me outside when I started to haul my gear out.  "Are you waiting for 
_me_?" I asked playfully.

   She looked around nervously.  "Umm... yeah," she said shyly.  "I was 
thinking we -- umm -- we could -- like -- umm... talkorsomething."  The 
poor girl _was_ nervous.  I felt sort of sorry for her, but I knew all 
too well that exact nervousness.

   "Listen, I have one more trip to make to the van.  Why don't we meet 
at The Grill?  You don't have to leave now, do you?"

   "Umm... no.  I can -- go to the Grill..."  Crystal hesitated.  "Where 
is it?"  I snickered, because this reminded me of an old comedy skit.  
She looked hurt, and started, "Well, I usually go to the Wharf with my 
friends after we leave here."

   "You're so cute," I said, the playfulness in my voice hiding the 
sincerity of my statement.  "I can see where the Wharf would hold its 
attractions for you.  But I'd like to show you something -- different."  
Quickly, I felt compelled to add, "If you want."

   Crystal nodded eagerly, and she followed me to the Grill.  We caught 
the tail end of another blues band.  Crystal stayed very close to me, and 
she wasn't very talkative.  I thought she might have been a little 
intimidated by the type of crowd.  Although a few yuppie types were 
there, most of the people were city folks, in various stages of 
inebriation.  I wondered if I had made a mistake until I asked her to 
dance with me to a slow song.  I started out dancing politely, and then 
my hands slid to her lower back.  Crystal collapsed limply onto me, 
burying her head in my neck as we moved very slowly.

   "I like the way you slow dance.  It's so -- romantic.  The guys I know 
spin you around the floor like they're ducks on drugs," Crystal said as 
we left the floor.  She squeezed my hand.  "Guys from the county don't 
dance like that at all."

   "There are _lots_ of things I do that county guys don't," I stated.  
It was a fact, and I didn't realize the implication until...

   "Are you asking me to come to your place?"

   I dragged her away from the music so we could talk in quieter 
surroundings.  "I'd really like that sometime.  But all I want now is a 
good night's sleep.  I'm really beat," I confessed.

   "Well, it's kinda late, and it's a long trip home for me.  I better go 
now," Crystal said.  "Unless I can crash at your place," she finished.  
End of discussion.  She waited outside my door while I unloaded the van, 
and she carried a bass in for me.  I gave her the quick tour, and grabbed 
a pillow for the sofa.  She followed me, and looked at me quizzically.

   "No, Crystal, you can sleep in the bed," I explained.  "I'll be fine 
on the couch."

   "I was gonna give you a back rub for being so nice," she yawned.  
"Come on," she cajoled, "it's something you can probably use.  Am I 
right?"  Score one for the lady.  We went to bed together.  I was 
unconscious before she finished the back rub.  Sometime during the night 
Crystal had wrapped her arms around me.  I gingerly removed myself from 
her embrace, went to the john, and returned to a not-quite-asleep young 
lady.

   "Mmmmmmm," she purred as I started to give her a gentle back rub.  
Crystal turned over, regarding me sleepily with her jet-black eyes.  It 
made her look very sexy.  Rolling back over, she said, "That feels really 
good.  Ohhh, you're wonderful."  My hands travelled down her back, and 
briefly roamed over her rear end.  Crystal stiffened, but said nothing.  
I began to massage her buttocks firmly, and she moaned.  I slid my hands 
back up to her shoulders, and leaned across her back.  She could feel my 
growing erection press against her.  "It's Sunday -- mmmmm -- morrr-
ninnng," she whimpered.

   I kissed her earlobe, and then her neck, and felt her tremble a little 
in response.  "So what?" I whispered, nuzzling her neck again.  She 
kissed me on the cheek.  I rolled off of her, and she rolled on top of 
me, driving her tongue into my mouth.  She pulled away after a few 
minutes of necking, a little puzzled by my lack of urgency.  "Don't stop 
now, I was having fun," I said.

   Crystal looked at me, then sat up.  "Ummm...  Are we going to... "

   "All good things in time, Crystal.  Be patient," I gently reprimanded 
her.  Crystal's schedule was a little faster than mine.  She removed her 
dress, revealing matching pink bra and panties.  I reached out and 
stroked her tummy lazily.  Crystal sighed, and started to fondle my erect 
cock.  "Not so fast," I complained, and moved her toy out of reach.  
"Let's just play with each other's bodies and senses for a bit longer."

   Crystal was definitely baffled now.  I ran my hands along her inner 
thighs, and played with her breasts, avoiding the nipples in the bra.  I 
stroked her face and neck, played with her long black hair, and kissed 
her slowly, sweetly, but teasing, never letting it last too long, or go 
too deep.  I made her moan and gasp quietly a few times, but she never 
caught on to the game.  Crystal would touch me from time to time, but it 
was clear that she wasn't ready to pay attention to anything other than 
my cock.

   I stopped, then kissed Crystal sweetly on the lips.  Then I got out of 
bed.  She looked at me, face full of confusion and desire.  "Aren't we... 
I mean, I-I-I want to..." Crystal spluttered.  Poor thing, she hadn't a 
clue.

   "Crystal, the answer is no, we aren't.  Not now, anyway.  You're in a 
hurry, and I doubt that it's mad, spur-of-the-moment lust.  I really 
think you're just curious.  If you aren't just being curious, I'd love to 
spend some more time with you and your body.  But it works both ways.  
You'd have to spend some time getting to know me and mine."

   Crystal blinked rapidly.  The way she looked at me said that she had 
been curious, and I'd caught her.  Suddenly, she was embarrassed by her 
exposed skin, and began to put her dress on.  She didn't say anything 
until she got to the door.  "Aren't you the least bit -- interested?"

   "Interested in what?  I'm interested in Crystal; not her creamy white 
skin, or her soft, pink pussy.  I'm not curious about white women; can 
you honestly say the same thing about black men?"  She tried to look 
away, but I gently held her chin and pulled her gaze back to me.  "Be 
honest with _yourself_, Crystal.  It doesn't matter to me if you are just 
curious, although I would have some -- regrets.  You'd be surprised at 
some of the things that get said and done to me at clubs.  I'm afraid 
this isn't new to me."

   She turned to leave.  She abruptly turned back to me, and said, 
"I'll... ummmm... callyou?"  She hesitated before pivoting and leaving.  
Yeah, OK, I thought as I waved goodbye.  I called Pam and invited her 
over to dinner, hoping for a little friendly fuck.  Of course, Pam asked 
me about Crystal, and I told her the circumstances of Crystal's 
departure.

   "You did _what_?" Pam exclaimed.  She started laughing, "If that 
doesn't drive the little rich bitch wild, I don't know _what_ will."  I 
looked at Pam, totally confused.  "Oh my God, you did it by mistake!  You 
are so dense..."  She gave me a hug before settling down.  "Don, you just 
turned her down.  No county boy turns _any_ pussy down.  She was curious 
before, now she's going to want to know what makes you tick."  I looked 
at her incredulously.  "If you keep letting her know that this is on your 
terms, she'll be your pretty, rich bitch girlfriend, 'cause she's found a 
guy her pussy can't tame."  Pam sat down, eyes aglow.  "She _was_ 
curious.  _Now_ she's," Pam leaned back and waved her arms dramatically, 
"in loooove," she exaggerated.  No, I didn't get the friendly fuck I was 
looking for.


			       The Seduction

   Of course, Crystal didn't call.  I gave Pam a "toldya so" when Crystal 
arrived at the club with a date two weeks later.  I chatted with them 
amiably during break, giving no sign that something had almost happened 
between Crystal and me.  Pam gave me a drink after I left their table.  
"She bought this for you."

   "So?  He's got his hand on her leg, and she doesn't seem to object," I 
observed.  I was getting tired of Pam always seeing something that wasn't 
there.

   "She doesn't care.  She did the whole 'notice me' thing while you were 
playing.  She likes you.  If you really want her, then all you have to do 
is ignore her," Pam counseled.  That wasn't hard, because Crystal and her 
date vanished sometime early during the next set.  At the end of the 
night, Pam just noted the parallels between the expensive drinks county 
guys would buy for her, and the expensive drink Crystal had bought for 
me.

   Crystal showed up with some other guy the next night, but they left 
before I could say hi.  Crystal reappeared by herself during the last 
set.  At the end of the show, she weaved her way up to the stage.  "Can 
you give me a ride home?  I had a fight with Adam, and I don't have 
enough money for a cab home, and I didn't drive.  This was the only place 
I could think of."  That was interesting, although she wasn't in any 
shape to drive.  Crystal leaned heavily against me, pressing her boob 
into my side.  I told her sure, I could give her a ride home, and sat her 
down at a table to wait while I loaded.

   A county guy (they can be real obvious, believe me) sat down at 
Crystal's table almost immediately after I left.  Pam whispered, "She's 
drunk; it attracts 'em like blood and sharks."  She stopped me as I came 
back in to fetch the remaining bass.  "The asshole thought his Gold card 
would impress me.  While I do appreciate the twenty-dollar tip, I'm worth 
more than that," she whispered in indignation.  I watched from a discreet 
distance as the guy tried to pick Crystal up.  After a couple of seconds, 
Pam said, "Save her from that asshole.  She deserves better."  I walked 
over to the stage, grabbed the instrument, and headed to Crystal's table.  
She put her arm around my waist, and leaned her head sleepily on my hip.  
As we left, Pam smiled at me, and mouthed, "I told you so."

   Crystal leaned against the side of the van while I opened her door.  
She reached and lazily stroked my neck.  "You're tense," she slurred.  
Memories of two weeks ago flashed through my mind. I turned and kissed 
her viciously.  She responded eagerly, and we began to hump each other 
against the side of the van.  I shut the passenger door, opened the side 
door, pulled her in, and attacked her.  Crystal protested briefly, "We're 
in public!"

   "We want each other," I panted, undoing her sun dress.  "By the time I 
get the gear unloaded, we'll both be too tired."  Crystal helped me, and 
her dress came off almost instantly.  I put a condom on; Pam had left a 
few in the glove box.

   "How?"  Crystal was breathing heavily.

   "Sit on my lap," I instructed.  She moaned, a most sensuous, 
gratifying, endearing sound, as she slid onto my erection.  "Feel good?" 
I gasped.  Crystal moaned yes.  "Now rock with me."  Her hips rolled back 
and forth a few times; then she discovered the position of her clit in 
relation to our bodies.  Crystal pushed her hips down and forward with a 
little snort.  She panted, each breath coming in a higher pitch than the 
last.  She drove her clit against me; the pleasure made her buck, and 
stopped the stimulation.

   Her first climax arrived quickly, and she gurgled in my ear.  
Crystal's hips vibrated, and she squeezed me tightly.  I felt the tension 
go out of her body.  She sighed happily.  I wished that I could have seen 
her face when she came.  I knew I'd have to get a better look sometime.  
I wiggled inside her, still erect.  The van's windows had fogged up.  
"Notdoneyet," I gasped in her ear.  Crystal lazily rolled her hips in a 
circle while purring and nibbling on my neck and ear.

   "Ohhh... if suuummm -- wu-wu-wunnn seeeees uhhhhhsss," Crystal moaned.

   "Let them watch," I panted, on ecstasy's edge.

   Her hips pumped a little harder.  "Ooooohhhh," she replied.  I felt 
the heat of her skin and her heartbeat.  I smelled her perfume when I 
leaned my head to her neck, but it was soon covered by another, stronger, 
musky fragrance.  "Suuummm-wunnn..." she groaned a few times.  "Wa-wat... 
waaattttccshhhh..."  Crystal's urgent kiss signaled the start of more 
frenzied pumping.  She began sliding up and down, and I started coming 
completely out of her.  The repeated sensation of penetration was too 
much for me to take.  I thrust my hips upward and collided with her 
downstroke, filling the rubber with my seed.

   A little later, Crystal was still lazily circling her hips as we 
kissed.  I had slipped out of her, but she kept rubbing against me.  I 
sighed contentedly, and we hugged for a little while more.  The thought 
of being watched had really turned her on.  I filed that away for later 
reference.  We finally got dressed enough for me to drive home.  I got 
out first; Crystal waited for me to open her door.  That's when I saw the 
black ribbon tied to the back door.  The black ribbon that Pam had been 
wearing in her hair that night.  Crystal and I didn't bother to unload, 
going directly to bed.  We slept soundly.

   It was a bright Sunday afternoon when I sat up and stretched lazily; a 
movement next to me reminded me I wasn't alone.  "Mmmmmm," Crystal purred 
as I started a gentle back rub.  She hadn't put anything back on under 
her dress in the van, so I unzipped it and slid it off her shoulders.  
She stiffened in surprise, then wiggled to let me pull it down further.  
She was on her stomach, naked in my bed.  My lips teased her back while 
my hands travelled down her body.  "Ohhh, that feels good, Don."  I 
shifted position and kissed her lower back, then her ass cheeks.  The 
temptation was too great, so I burrowed between her legs.  "Don!!!"

   "Oh god you are _so_ kinky!" she giggled.  Kinky?  My tongue went back 
to work between her thighs, and Crystal parted her legs a little more.  
She was still lying face down, but her hips had started to slide against 
the sheet.  "Ohhh, ye-ahhh..."  I had enough room now to give her a 
proper tongue-lashing from behind.  Crystal humped the bed moaning, "D-D-
D-Donnn... Stoo-o-o-o-oppp..."  Her voice was husky, and the way she 
undulated indicated that stopping was the last thing she wanted me to do.  
She rolled over, legs open, knees raised, expecting me to climb on top of 
her.  I surprised her.

   My lips pulled at her pouting labia.  Crystal's breathing went up in 
pitch.  My tongue danced inside her pussy, and I tasted my lover's tangy 
essence.  She tossed her head from side to side as I drew circles just 
inside her opening with the tip of my tongue.  I followed my tongue's 
path with a finger, collecting a little bit of her juices and my saliva.  
When it was decently wet, I pushed my finger into her.  Crystal arched 
her back and moaned approvingly.  I pushed at the roof of her vagina, and 
the ripe berry in front of my nose begged to be sucked.  "Nnngh!  Gnff!!!  
Hrgh!!!"  Crystal's orgasm forced nonsense sounds from her throat, and 
she grabbed my hair.  Her hips rotated, and I watched her come.  Her eyes 
were closed, mouth open and her face frozen in an infinitely complex 
expression.  Crystal squeaked her joy.  Watching her was the turn-on I 
thought it would be; my erection pressed more forcefully against the bed.  
The frenzied clutching at my finger subsided.

   "You are soooo sexy when you come," I whispered to the sweating, post-
orgasmic woman.  My hand continued to tease her still-wet sex.  Crystal 
smiled dreamily, and tried to make my hand do more than just tease her.  
"My turn now," I cheerily said.

   Crystal blinked sleepily.  "W-w-wh... ummm -- what?"  She was damn 
near irresistible the way she looked now.  I rolled over on my back.

   "Turnabout is fair play.  I want you to give me head now."

   Crystal ran one hand lightly across my chest, the other rubbed the arm 
that I was teasing her with.  "Mmmmmm....  It's -- Sunnnn-dayyyyy," she 
started in a soft purr.  My finger interrupted her sentence as she had to 
still a little gasp of pleasure; my manipulations were getting to her.  
Crystal's hips began moving again.  "Afff-terrr-nooonnnn..."  Pam had 
always said I was at my most creative the afternoon after a gig -- and 
_very_ insistent.  It was time for Crystal to find that out.

   "I can stop now," I said pleasantly, and pulled my hand away.

   "Nooooo," she whimpered in protest.

   "Then give me a blow job," I stated.  Crystal had been very compliant 
to this point, but I had to take a stand at some time.  My demeanor was 
more businesslike and demanding.

   "Dooo iiittt tooo meeee," she countered, exposing her wonderful 
treasure wide for me.  If I had given in, I would have been guilty of 
what Pam had warned me about.  Figuring I could jack off later if 
necessary, I deliberately turned away from Crystal.  She moaned 
unhappily, protesting in a little girl's whine.  After a few seconds of 
silence, she rolled over closer to me and repositioned herself so that 
she was eye-to-eye with my nearly erect cock.  She looked up at me.  
"You're _so_ kinky."

   I lay back, propped up on pillows, and Crystal began to lick around 
the tip of my dick with broad, lollipop strokes.  My cock jumped as 
Crystal dutifully, but mechanically, bobbed her head.  I watched her for 
a while, and then she stopped.  "Would you like -- ummm -- close your 
eyes?  I feel funny when you watch."

   "It's _erotic_," I urged.  "Don't feel funny about giving me pleasure.  
I like to watch--"  My turn to swallow hard as Crystal stroked the rim of 
my dick.  She sighed in resignation, and resumed bobbing her head, 
sliding her mouth and tongue over my rod.  It was nice, but it wasn't a 
real good blowjob.  "Suck on it like you suck on those skinny 
cigarettes," I complained.  Crystal rolled her eyes at me, but followed 
my instructions.

   My ejaculation approached quickly thereafter.  Crystal felt the 
vibrations a pulse too late, for in between her slurps, I came.  My body 
vibrated and thrust in the thrill of orgasm.  When I could see again, it 
was clear that Crystal had had no idea of what to do with my ejaculating 
organ.  Come was on her cheek, hair, nose, chin and shoulder.  "You could 
have _warned_ me," she complained, not at all amused, and began to wipe 
her face off.  Without warning, I kissed her deeply, wet and urgent.  
Crystal responded timidly for a few seconds, then kissed back with 
passion.  We had smeared my cum all over our faces.  She spoke quietly, 
"God, I'm a mess."

   "You look sexy," I supplied, as quietly as she had.

   "You always _say_ that," Crystal argued.  The emphasis on "say" gave 
away her pleasure at the compliment, though.

   After we cleaned up and went to a _very_ late lunch, I drove her home.  
We kissed for a long time before she got out of the van.  "Call me?" she 
pleaded.  I nodded.  She smiled and turned, lazily walking to her 
townhouse.  I was pretty pleased with myself.  I had managed to catch the 
young lady's fancy.  I didn't know that I'd captured her imagination as 
well.  Unbeknownst to me, the seduction of Crystal had begun.



	 Curiosity Killed The Cat...  But It Didn't Break Crystal

   I invited her to dinner that Friday; the band had the weekend off.  I 
said we could figure out what else to do that night after the meal.  She 
requested that I pick her up at a bar downtown.  ("Happy hour after work 
with my department.")  She wasn't shy about being with me, despite the 
differences in our skin colors.  In fact, I got the distinct feeling that 
she was showing me off.  This was a good sign.  I got some real dirty 
looks from one of her male coworkers, but we left before he got the nerve 
to say anything to either of us.  We made small talk while I cooked, and 
Crys babbled enthusiastically about her job.  As we sat at the table 
after dinner, Crys lit a cigarette, and studied me carefully for a 
moment.  "Yes?" I asked, not being able to read her face.

   "I was just... ummm... wondering..."  She paused.  "I mean, you're 
like _sooo_ different from anybody I've been out with before."  Crys 
glanced around nervously and lowered her voice.  "I mean, like... the 
watching thing, and, and... all that."  I started to explain the 
difference between sex and fucking, and told her that the brain was the 
most important sex organ.  She listened attentively as I explained how 
watching the woman I was with enhanced the experience for me.

   As the discussion continued, Crystal got a little bolder and began to 
talk more, seeming more at ease with the subject of sexuality.  She 
finally got brave enough to tell me how she had felt on Sunday.  Crystal 
said she still thought she looked stupid when she "suckedyour... you 
know."  She also admitted that she was "kinda grossed out" when I came on 
her face.  "But then you kissed me like I was still attractive n' sexy 
and I didn't know what to think," she confessed.  "But it made me feel... 
I dunno.  I didn't feel so -- weird -- after that."  The result of our 
discussion was that she didn't quite understand what watching did, but 
she was willing to admit that it did something for me.

   "So what do you want to do tonight, Crys?  I'm brain-dead after that 
discussion, so you pick," I kidded her.

   She ran her hand through her straight black hair, which I noticed 
hadn't been cut that week.  "After that marvelous dinner, I'm feeling 
real lazy.  Do we have to go out, or can we rent a couple of movies, 
maybe?"  Off to the video store we went.  I headed for the comedy 
section, Crystal by my side.  She tugged at my arm as I looked for 
something light.  "What's back there?" she asked, pointing to a 
curtained-off room.

   I didn't even raise my head to see what she was talking about.  
Without interrupting my search for something funny, I replied, "Oh.  
That's the X-rated movie section."

   "Really?  They have X-rated movies here?" she asked quietly.  Then she 
abruptly let go of my arm.  "I wanna see," she said, sounding like a 
little kid.  Before I could do or say anything, she walked behind the 
curtain.  A middle-aged man and two pimply-faced college boys quickly 
walked out.  I sighed and went in after her.  Crystal was studying a box, 
and giggled.

   "Had your fun yet?  You embarrassed those guys to death," I said in 
mock annoyance.

   "I'm sorry."  Crystal blushed.  "Ummmm... ummmm..."  I waited while 
she stuttered for a few more seconds.  "Can we -- ummm -- rent one?"  
Quickly she added, "I've -- ummm... never seen one.  They don't have them 
at Blockbuster.  I'm -- well -- curious."  I shrugged to indicate that it 
was OK, but she pushed the box at me.  "You have to pick one.  I don't 
know what's good."  With that, she breezed out of the room.  I sighed.

   As I handed the box to the clerk, she smiled and said, "You're a two-
for-one club member.  You can get another video free."  I turned to 
Crystal, who apparently misunderstood.  Before I could say anything, she 
went back into the X-rated room and came out a few seconds later with 
another box.  The clerk gave me a, "Boy, are you going to fuck tonight!" 
look as she took the second box.  Good thing I can't blush.  Crystal 
moaned when I later explained that my free video didn't have to be X-
rated.

   "Are you sure about this?" I asked as I went to start the tape.  She 
nodded nervously.  The first scene was a prolonged sloppy blowjob, which 
got no reaction from Crystal.  On the other hand, I shifted position to 
accommodate the growing bulge.  Next was another blowjob.  Little Oral 
Annie was the giver, and Crystal gasped aloud as the guy's _large_ dick 
disappeared down her throat. 

   "How -- ?!!" she exclaimed.  I didn't say anything.  Hell, I don't 
know.  Before Crystal could ask me again, she put her hand over her mouth 
as the guy on the screen began to cum, and Annie sucked greedily on it.  
"Ohhh myyyy gawwwwd," Crystal whispered in shock, "she's -- she's..."  
Crys couldn't even finish the sentence.  My erection throbbed, painfully 
trapped. 

   The video couple rearranged themselves and got ready to fuck.  "I can 
stop it n-" 

   "No," Crystal whispered.  Her eyes were glued to the screen, and she 
was barely breathing.  I had no idea what was going on in her mind.  The 
guy came again, and the scene ended.  Crys absent-mindedly reached for a 
smoke.  I was already on fire.  We watched for a little while longer, and 
two women started kissing.   Crys smoked faster.  The women undressed and 
moved into a sixty-nine.  "Euwwww, _gross_," Crystal said, getting up and 
walking out of the room, her disgust evident.  It was _not_ the time for 
me to point out that she loved it when I did it.  I turned the tape off.  
"No," Crys sighed, "you can just fast forward past that part."  We 
watched as a couple got watched; some (lucky) guy got one woman on his 
face and another on his dick; and a lone woman masturbated.  The movie 
ended with a couple making love.  "I need a break," Crystal announced, 
and headed to the john. 

   I wasn't sure at that point whether or not to put the next tape in.  
One thing was definite.  I needed relief.  Crystal came out, smiling 
shyly.  I kissed her as we passed in the hall.  She responded briefly, 
teasingly, then broke away.  When I came out, flaccid and frustrated, 
Crystal was starting the next tape.  "You haven't missed anything yet," 
she said.  Her hand landed gently on my thigh as I sat. 

   We watched people go through their sexual paces again; Crys was silent 
through the first part of the movie.  She was -- somewhat clinically, I 
thought -- just watching the movie.  She didn't say anything during the 
lesbian scene, but it involved three women and strap-ons.  No pussy was 
sucked.  Crys moved a little closer to me as a really attractive woman 
began seducing a man.  Before long, the on-screen seduction had 
succeeded.  Crystal idly stroked my chest through my shirt.  The scene 
involved extended foreplay; before the video couple got past theirs, we 
were involved in our own on the couch.  I sighed as Crys removed my shirt 
and started kissing my chest.  She licked and sucked gently on my 
nipples.  Crystal pinned my arms down, kissed me gently, then shut off 
the tape and TV. 

   Her hands were in my lap, undoing my pants while she leaned against 
me, kissing me aggressively.  One arm was trapped by her body, and almost 
all of her weight kept me from moving.  Then I had a revelation; Crystal 
was emulating the seduction we had just watched.  Crystal's mouth, lips, 
and tongue were playing down my chest.  I stroked her back absently, 
because she was still dressed.  She tugged at my boxers; I moved to let 
her remove them.  I started to unzip her dress, but lost any ability to 
concentrate when Crys slurped my half-erection into her mouth.  She 
sucked fiercely on it, running her tongue around it, teasing the crown 
and rim (and me).  Finally, she took half of it in her mouth, her head 
swirling above my lap.  She pulled up, and rubbed my erect cock gently.  
Crystal looked up at me and smiled.  I smiled back.   Her hand slid 
easily along the expanded organ, setting the nerve endings to flurry of 
intense activity.  I had never felt this erect in my life. 

   "Watch me," she whispered, before resuming her slow, sloppy, sensual 
blowjob.   I caressed her silky black hair as she thrilled me with her 
mouth.  Her eyes sparkled devilishly as she alternately licked and sucked 
my cock.  Her head descended slowly, and the tip of my cock hit the back 
of her mouth.  Crys hesitated, started to go further, then abruptly 
stopped and pulled her head back quickly, gasping, "Notyet."  Crystal ran 
her teeth around the tip, then engulfed as much of it as she could in a 
swirl of black hair.  I sucked in a _lot_ of air, and fought the urge to 
come. 

   I really wanted to warn her that I was _way_ over the edge, and I was 
going to come in gallons all over her.  The only sound I could manage was 
an incoherent gurgle; Crystal was bobbing her head quickly, sucking 
gently on the top half of my cock, while she jacked furiously at the 
base.  I came.  I had no idea who I was, where I was, nor did I care.  I 
whimpered at each powerful contraction as wave after wave of pleasure 
surged through my body, and I lost my sight.  When it returned, Crystal 
was looking at me strangely.  I saw some come around her lips, but none 
anywhere else, and soon realized that she had swallowed as much as she 
could.  I also realized that she had tried to act out what she had 
watched earlier, and come pretty damned close.  A voice from far away 
queried hopefully, "Would you kiss me?"  Our mouths met, tongues fighting 
for a long time.  I was stoned and out of breath after we separated. 

   "I've -- ummmm... never done anything like that before," Crys said 
after catching her breath.  "It tasted kind of funny, but it's not 
disgusting like I thought it would be."  She lay her head on my shoulder.  
"Can I spend the night?" 

   "Ohhhhh... shiiit..." I sighed.  "Crystal, you can spend fucking 
eternity here.  That was fantastic." 

   "Really?  I -- ummm -- saw it in the movie, and I was... kinda 
curious, y'know?"   Crystal snuggled against me, still dressed, and 
started the video again.  Thoroughly sated, I started to go to sleep 
leaning against her.  She kissed my forehead and cuddled quietly, 
apparently content to let me sleep.  I was completely happy, Crys was 
holding me, I felt really warm and... 

   Crys nudged me, waking me up.  She kissed me forcefully to speed up 
the process, running her hands around my bare chest.  "You've been asleep 
for an hour.  Enjoy your nap?" she asked me after a while.  I had started 
to get hard again from her kiss, but there was no need for me to be 
greedy.  I slid onto the floor. 

   "You're still dressed," I said, looking casually over my shoulder.  
The next sound I heard was a zipper.  I felt the sofa cushions move, and 
Crystal's dress hit the floor next to me.  The snapping sound indicated 
the removal of a bra, and she hit me in the back of the head with it.  I 
turned around quickly and grabbed her panties; giggling, she wiggled to 
help me pull them off. 

   "C'mere," she purred.  I pushed her legs apart and dove in, nose 
first.  "Ohhh you're soooo kinnn-keeee," was her reaction.  After a pause 
while I kissed her thighs, she said, "And sooo am I..."  She hiccuped in 
the middle of "I"; I brushed her clit with my tongue.  I used long, 
broad, flat strokes around her inner thighs, teasing her most sensitive 
regions.  "Ohhhh, l-i-i-i-ick it!" Crystal protested. 

   I stopped to look at her with a grin.  "Lick what?  Be specific, 
Cryssie," I teased. 

   She opened her eyes, shooting flame at me.  "Lick -- my -- _pussy_," 
she elaborated.  Crystal pushed my head toward her fragrant sex, then let 
go.  I took the hint and ran my tongue along the outside of her labia.  
She sighed loudly, lazily running her hand along my head.  I pulled on 
her lower lips gently with my mouth, tickling her soft black pubic hair 
with my tongue. 

   I worked at pleasing her, exploring her extensively with my tongue, 
noting every little sigh and squeak she made.  I stopped to look at her, 
letting her come down for a few seconds.  When Crystal's eyes focused 
again, I resumed my loving oral attentions.  I took a long time in 
getting her to the threshold before I put two fingers in her well-
lubricated tunnel.  Crystal shuddered, and my fingers were massaged.  I 
tapped on the roof of her vagina and watched my girlfriend have a massive 
orgasm.  Her face turned beet red as she tried to breathe, and her hips 
jerked sharply.  No sound came from her open mouth as I lightly thumbed 
her clit.  (Bass players have finger independence -- with a little 
creativity, it's very useful in sex.)  Crystal grunted, then she squirted 
_at_ me, orgasmic fluid hitting me in the face with surprising force.  I 
continued my finger action until I was completely turned on, then I let 
Crystal come down, slowly reducing the stimulation. 

   Cryssie's eyes fluttered for several minutes afterwards.  She lay 
sprawled across the sofa, arms and legs splayed, completely limp, 
breathing heavily.  She finally stirred after about fifteen minutes.  
"Ohhh -- I'm sorry.  Look at yooouuu..." she whimpered when she came to.  
She ran her hand across my sticky face. "I didn't mean to -- I'm really -
-" 

   I cut her off.  "Welcome to the world of G-spot orgasms, love.  It's 
not piss, so don't worry about it, OK?"  Crystal moved languidly, still 
drenched in afterglow, so I just hugged her close.  She gave me a peck on 
the cheek, and we both went to sleep. 

   I took Crystal home late the next morning, only to pick her up that 
evening.  We went out to dinner, and she said that she had a surprise for 
me afterwards.  Crys asked me to take her home after dinner; she had to 
spend Sunday afternoon with her parents, and neither of us thought it 
would be a good time for them to meet me.  Some surprise, I thought.  We 
kissed goodnight when I stopped the van in front of her door.  I waited 
for her to get out, but she just sat there looking silly.  After a few 
seconds of this awkward silence, I had to say something.  "Is something -
- wrong?" 

   "N-no. I-I-I just thought..." Crys hesitated, obviously unsure of 
herself. 

   "Go ahead," I urged, "you can _always_ talk to me." 

   "Would you -- like -- tocomein?"  So that was the surprise.  Crystal 
must have expected me to ask.  I parked the van in a hurry.  She was 
smiling when she got out.  "Beth is gone with Scott until some time 
Monday.  We have the whole place to ourselves."  I followed her in.  One 
of the walls in the living room had a full-length mirror, but Crys pulled 
me to the sofa before I could say anything.  "Ummm... I wanna know if 
we're, like, an item.  I've done things with you that I wouldn't do with 
anybody else.  I'm a little -- embarrassed -- by it, and I'm scared that 
you're just... taking advantage of me." 

   "Don't be embarrassed about our sex.  You're just discovering your 
sexuality, and I've been really happy to help.  Geez, the picture of 
county boys you paint is one of boring and insensitive assholes," I said.  
Looking at her, I said, "As far as us being an 'item', I have a question.  
Do you consider yourself my girlfriend?  If you do, then yes, we're an 
item."  That set off a passionate, slow necking session between us that 
escalated into... foreplay.  When I started to remove her dress, she 
pulled away. 

   "Let's go upstairs," she suggested, standing up. 

   I leaned back on the couch and put my hands behind my head.  "Why?  We 
could just stay here.  After all, you've done it in _my_ living room."  I 
got an idea.  "Besides, there's a mirror here.  You could find how sexy 
you look when you come.  You county folk just don't let loose very often, 
do you?" 

   "If I were a _real_ county girl, I wouldn't have eaten your cum, _and_ 
you would have had to spend five grand on an engagement ring just to get 
a blowjob," Crys playfully countered.  She flopped back onto the couch.  
We picked up where we had left off, and I took off her clothes.  "I wanna 
doooo it with yoouuu," Crys whimpered. 

   "Do what?" I whispered, tonguing her ear.  She moaned and unfastened 
my pants; I had a very good idea of what she wanted to do, but I couldn't 
resist teasing her. 

   Crys rammed her tongue into my mouth and ripped off my shirt.  Much to 
my surprise, little, demure Crystal very clearly replied, "I want you to 
fuck me 'til my nose bleeds.  NOW."  She reclined, spreading her legs.  I 
thought back to my original idea. 

   "Let's go over to the mirror.  Ah!  No arguments.  I want you to see 
why you're so sexy when you come," I cajoled. 

   "I won't be able to see past you," Crystal complained.  Her hand 
caressed my stiffening cock. 

   "Trust me.  Get on your hands and knees, facing the mirror.  And no, I 
won't put it in 'back there.'"  Crystal complied eagerly while I put on a 
condom. 

   "I feel so kinky, Don," she giggled.  I sighed.  To Crystal, if you 
weren't fucking missionary in a bed in the dark, it was kinky. 

   "Now, you just watch the people in the mirror," I counseled as I 
entered her doggy style.  Crys was extremely wet, surprising me.  She was 
as hot for me as I was for her.  She moaned softly as my cock slid all 
the way in, and the feeling was indescribable, even through latex.  
Cryssie's eyes fluttered and drooped; the feeling was good enough for her 
to forget the mirror.  I pulled out.  "Do county girls fuck on their 
hands and knees?" I whispered. 

   Crystal rocked invitingly.  "Shut - up - and - _fuck_ - me," she 
hissed.  I did as I was told, re-entering her slowly, but completely.  I 
grabbed her hips, and slowed her rocking, pumping at her, coming almost 
completely out of her with each stroke before pushing slowly back in.  
"Ohhh... you're teeeasing meee," she whined.  I watched her face contort; 
she licked her lips, closed her eyes, and bit her lower lip as she thrust 
back at me.  She looked like she was about to explode, and I hadn't even 
touched her detonator yet.  I started stroking around her honeypot, 
making Crys bounce urgently against me a few times.  I pushed all of my 
cock into her, grabbing her and holding her in place.  Then I ran a 
finger from her belly button straight to our intersection, a path that 
went right down her clit.  "NNGHH!!!"  Crys snorted and froze, except for 
tuning fork vibrations that I could see and feel.  I looked at her 
reflection; open mouth, closed eyes, intense sensation written all over 
her face.  My dick got harder inside her and I fought to hold my 
ejaculation off.

   Crystal sighed after a bit, rotating her hips as the tension left her 
body.  Surprise flashed across her face when she realized I was still 
erect inside of her.  "You're definitely no county boyyyyy," she moaned.

   "You look sooo good when you come," I whispered, slowly moving my hips 
back and forth, pulling out before re-entering with each stroke.  She 
started to move in unison to me, making me stay inside her pussy.  
Crystal's eyes popped wide open all of a sudden.  I saw her focus on the 
pair fucking doggy style in front of her.  She watched the mirror, and 
became involved in her own seduction as she watched me watch her watching 
us fuck.  It was a feedback loop; I got excited by her glazed, attentive, 
hungry concentration and moved with more urgency.  This stimulated 
Cryssie more and she responded by gasping, moving faster, and paying 
deeper attention to us in the mirror.  It made her look even sexier and I 
pumped harder...

   "Make -- meee -- come!  I wanna -- seee!" Crystal panted, bringing me 
back to Earth long enough to pinch a nipple and finger her clit.  "OH!  
YES!!!  FUCK!!!" she yelped.  She bucked, I bucked, we grunted and panted 
ferociously, driving at each other, lust-crazed.  I forgot all about the 
mirror and watching as burst after burst flamed through my cock, soaking 
it in its casing.  Crystal's internal convulsions frantically milked me, 
making me shiver.  When it was over, I collapsed on the floor, panting.  
Crystal removed the spent rubber and tossed it uncaringly into a corner.  
She lay next to me and kissed me.  "I-I've never watched myself before.  
You were right.  It was really great.  Thank you," she said quietly.  
"_You_ looked kinda funny though," she giggled.  I was too stoned to 
care, and just lay, silent, enjoying the feel of her body against mine.  
"_Now_ can we go upstairs?  It's getting kinda cold down here."  I 
struggled to my feet and followed my girlfriend to her bed, where we 
slept quite heavily.


			   Nasty Girl; Bad Girl

   I went home late that morning, since she was going to "do the parent 
thing."  We spoke to each other by phone each day that week.  Cryssie 
said she'd be at the gig on Friday, and would see me then.  The band was 
cooking halfway through the first set when Crystal walked in.  Heads 
turned.  She was wearing a short, tight black dress, and had tied her 
hair, which she was apparently letting grow, into a long, silky, black 
ponytail.  I was surprised enough to lose my place for a measure on 
"Cross Cut Saw".  Even Pam was looking at Crystal.  I watched guys hit on 
Crys for the rest of the set.  I had never seen her so -- _sexy_.  Before 
she had been the demure little deb who tried to get you to notice her.  
Now she was dressed to thrill, daring any man to ignore her.

   When I finally made my way over to her at break, there was one guy 
next to her, and she was laughing quietly with him.  "Hi there, sexy," I 
said quietly as I got to the bar.  I stood next to her on the other side.  
The guy shot me a look that said I was in his territory.

   "I'm glad you noticed," she replied.  Crystal turned to the guy.  She 
said, "Steven, this Don, my boyfriend."  I watched Steven's hopes 
collapse in milliseconds, and the light of interest that had been in his 
eyes suddenly went dim.  He left the club immediately, mumbling.  Crystal 
smiled at me, obviously aware of what she had done.  She stood up and 
leaned against the bar, giving me a peck on the cheek.  She 
surreptitiously nibbled on my ear.  "Am I sexy tonight?" she whispered.  
She casually dropped her hand, and fondled my cock through my pants.  I 
turned to face the bar a little more directly.  Nobody could see what she 
was doing, but if she continued, it would be obvious on stage.  "I got 
all sexy for you..."

   "Not now!  I've got to go back to work in a few minutes!" I whispered 
urgently at her.  Her eyes laughed at my discomfort and shyness; Crystal 
had managed to reverse our usual roles.  "Just _wait_ until we get 
finished here," I said.  "You look _hot_ tonight."  We shared a short, 
wet kiss before I went back to work.  Scott and Beth arrived during the 
next set, and Scott looked at Crystal much longer than he had to.  I 
could see him appraising her new look.  Cryssie didn't wait for me to 
leave the stage, arriving just after we finished the last song of the 
set.

   "They want me to go to Bangers.  At the Wharf.  There's a party with a 
bunch of people from work.  They came to get me.  It seems that I've been 
missed by my supervisor," she sighed.

   "Career advancement?" I asked.  Crys nodded.  "Then _go_.  We'll have 
fun tomorrow," I said.  "But damn, you look _great_ tonight."  She gave 
me a kiss, then mumbled something about goddamn office politics well out 
of Scott and Beth's earshot before leaving.  Crystal returned at closing 
time.  I was surprised, but very happy to see her.  She was a little 
grumpy.  She explained that some of her coworkers had gotten the wrong 
idea about the way she was dressed, and one of them refused to accept 
that she hadn't done it for him.  End of the party for her.  He had a 
black eye.  I gave her a brief neck massage in the van, and kissed her 
gently.  Then I tickled her, and Crystal stopped being grumpy.

   "Sleepy?" she queried as I brought the last piece of equipment in.  I 
shook my head.  She grinned, "Good.  I wouldn't want you to fall asleep 
after I dressed up for you."  I chuckled, then pulled her close for a 
long, wet kiss.  As usual, this started some foreplay, and the clothes 
wound up on the floor after a few minutes.  She caressed my chest, and I 
rubbed her ass.  Stroking my face lightly, Cryssie said, "Would you do 
something for me?"  She paused, looking into my eyes.  "I'd like to try 
something tonight."  So this was why she had dressed so sexily.  Curious, 
I said yes.  She pushed me down to the sofa, and started a blowjob.  She 
lewdly slobbered all over my rapidly enlarging organ, licking and sucking 
it to full rigidity.  She stopped to get her purse, and produced both a 
rubber and a tube of K-Y.  I looked at her with -- I don't know what I 
felt right then, to be honest, but disgust wasn't among the candidates.  
"I want you to fuck me in the ass."  Before I could say anything, she 
finished, "You said I'm discovering my sensuality, so I want to try this 
and see if I like it."  Her tone sounded as if she was trying to convince 
herself.  I needed no such encouragement.

   I smeared a big glob of the jelly between her ass cheeks, and massaged 
it around her little pucker for a while.  I could feel her puzzlement 
grow as her tension diminished, but she didn't say anything.  Another 
squeeze of the tube, and my index finger was covered in K-Y.  I slowly 
pushed it into that little puckered opening, forcing a grunt of surprise 
from Crystal.  "Let me know if you want me to stop," I counseled her in 
the most soothing voice I had.  She said nothing, but moaned quickly when 
I started to work my finger around inside her rear door.  She grunted 
again when I pushed it in past the second knuckle.  "Crys?"

   "N-N-No.  DontstopIwanttodothis," she stated through clenched teeth, 
the words a hiss more than speech.  Cryssie has a habit of running her 
words together, especially when she's excited or nervous.  I continued 
wiggling my finger inside her, and slowly, it completely disappeared.  
Crys started to move her hips a little, making "n-n-n-n-n" sounds.  I 
didn't think she was ready.  I pulled my finger out of her.  "Are you 
going to put it in now?" she asked timidly.

   "No.  I'd like to try my middle finger," I replied.  "You're awfully 
tense and tight, and I don't want to hurt you too badly.  Then you might 
decide you don't like it, and in reality, it was my fault for not being 
patient enough."  Most of it was true, but I didn't tell her that I meant 
the middle finger along with my index finger.

   "Mmm... feels warm," she commented, arching her back as I repeated the 
external massage of her asshole.  Crystal made no noise when my middle 
finger went in.  In fact, I was surprised at how easily her sphincter had 
let me in.  A half-inch later, though, when I stretched the opening 
quickly and stuck in my index finger, Crystal bucked and yelped in pain.  
Her ass clamped down on both fingers, and I waited for her to cry "Stop!"  
She didn't, breathing loudly and heavily.  Again, I cautiously began to 
move my two fingers around, slowly making progress against the tight 
clamp around them, and going in deeper.

   "Ohhh... ohhh..." Crystal began to moan, her pants turning into 
vocalizations.  I paused long enough to discern that she wasn't asking me 
to stop.  Her body started vibrating when my fingers were buried as far 
as they would go, and I had to use my wrist to move them.  My girlfriend 
gasped for breath, but didn't ask for mercy.  She was as ready as she was 
ever going to be.  I pulled my fingers out as she wiggled her ass in my 
face.  "I guess you can put it in now," she gasped, trying to catch her 
breath.

   I lay down, my cock still erect.  "No, Cryssie.  Just come here and 
sit on my lap, facing away from me," I gently instructed.  Wedging the 
encased head of my cock between her slick cheeks, I encouraged her to sit 
with a steady stream of whispered obscenities.  She squatted slowly, 
driving herself against me, back and back... the head was in.  Crystal 
began to shimmy, slowly forcing my dick deeper into her tight, tight 
tunnel.  She grunted, panting loudly with each millimeter of progress.  
It looked like work.  Her persistence paid off as she finally landed on 
my lap.  Of course, the death grip that crushed my penis felt great to 
me.  I held her hips.  "Relax.  Don't move just yet.  How does it feel?"

   Crystal gasped.  "Diff -- different."  She swallowed audibly, and hit 
me in the face with her ponytail when she moved her head.  "It -- it 
doesn't reallyhurt."  A pause for a few seconds.  'I feel so -- so 
_full_," she moaned.

   "_You're_ in control here, Crystal.  You move whenever, however you 
want.  You can climb off if it's too much.  I'm just going to sit here 
for you, babe," I whispered, stroking her torso.  Crystal wiggled 
tentatively.

   "Oooooohhh," she immediately reacted.  "Sooo... _fulllll_...  
Donnnnn...  I wanna _mirror_," she groaned, slowly humping me.  She 
gasped, and I was well on my way to orgasm.  Crys rolled her hips in a 
circle.  "Ohhhh... goddd... soooo... fulllll...  It's... ohhhh... shi-i-
i-i-i-it," Crys became incoherent, moving faster.  Incredibly stimulated, 
I lost any ability to control my reaction, filling the rubber as 
Crystal's voice went up two octaves.  "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!!  Oh!!  Oh!!!" she 
squeaked, frantically trying to hump my dying cock.  I couldn't have held 
out any longer than I had.  It looked like Crystal's experiment had been 
a success.

   "Is it over already?" she whined.  It was _definitely_ a success.  
Nothing else was said for a while.  "I felt really -- ummm -- different.  
It's different from like, well, when we... fuck.  Not better or anything, 
just... different."  Crystal kissed me, adding, "But it was fun.  Did you 
enjoy it?"

   She had to ask?  "It was in-fucking-credible, Cryssie.  You're really 
turning into a naaasssty little girl," I said.  "And I love every bit of 
it."

   "Ummmm -- I never imagined I'd do anything like that 'til I met you.  
Compared to you, my last boyfriend was sooo dull," Crys said, swelling my 
ego.  "I just didn't know any better," she giggled, and we rolled around 
on the floor kissing and laughing.  Then she stopped and turned serious.  
"Would you love me if I wasn't this nasty?"

   I answered yes, without any hesitation.  "You can stop being nasty if 
you want, Crys.  It's a matter of you discovering the extent of your 
sexuality; not being nasty for me," I said.  "And that's the last thing 
I'm going to say on the subject, ever."

   She spent the night the following Wednesday, saying that Scott and 
Beth had been fighting, and she didn't want to be bothered.  I had to 
play, and she didn't want to go out on a work night, so I left her alone 
at my place.  When I got home, the living room smelled like her, and 
there were two adult videos sitting on the VCR.  Cryssie was asleep in my 
bed, and since I had to go to work, too, we left each other alone.

   Crystal and I planned on going out that Saturday, a rare weekend night 
off for me.  She called me up that afternoon to tell me that Beth had 
broken up with Scott.  Her longtime roommate (since college) was pretty 
torn up over it.  Crystal asked if it would be OK to break the date, so 
she could take care of Beth.  Beth protested, wanting Crys to go out and 
have fun anyway, but Crystal refused.  I suggested that Beth go out with 
us as a compromise, and both women agreed.  That was a mistake.  Beth 
drank way too much, way too fast.  We took her to my place around eleven, 
and put Beth's passed-out body in the bed.

   I cleaned up the places in and on the van that Beth had decorated.  
Crys apologized profusely for her friend's actions.  "S'OK.  It was my 
idea, and it's over and done with, anyway," I replied laconically.  We 
went inside, where I washed my hands.  "We could watch a movie," I 
suggested.  Wickedly, I added, "But not one of the ones you rented 
Wednesday night."

   Crystal didn't blush, surprising me with, "Why not?  Beth's passed 
out.  She'll never know.  Besides, I really want to make it up to you.  
And I know just how," she purred, reaching into the bathroom cabinet for 
the K-Y.  We went out into the living room, and Crys pulled my pants off.  
She slobbered all over my cock, giving me a big smile as she watched me 
watch her.  She took her time, tonguing the head, while holding the base 
firmly.  Crys repeatedly sucked me into her mouth, twisting her head 
slowly around my dick.  I grew rock-hard after only a few minutes.

   "I want to be naaasssty, baby," Crys growled, handing me the tube.  I 
put lots of K-Y between her cheeks, and Crystal pumped at my hand.  I 
stuck a finger in her ass.  Her head went back into my lap, where she 
drooled and licked some more.  I lay down as I had the first time we had 
anal sex.

   "Oh shit, I forgot the rubber," I complained.  Crys pushed me back 
down with one hand, then filled my mouth aggressively with her tongue.

   "No, baby...  You're gonna fuck me just like the movies...  Up my 
ass...  C'mon...  I want your cock in my naaaassssty ass," Crystal 
breathed in an almost-hypnotic voice.  She rocked slowly, beckoningly on 
her hands and knees.  Crystal's metamorphosis from shy county girl to 
wanton slut had aroused me incredibly, and I mounted her..  gently.  I 
eased my dick into her rear door, making her moan, low and sweet.

   Crystal, although partially impaled, wiggled impatiently at me, 
forcing me deeper.  "Haaarrrder...  Soooo fulllll...  Fassss-terrr???" 
Crys whimpered, her voice thick and slurred.  She commanded me now.  I 
began to push at her with as much force as I dared, her sphincter 
grabbing me, slowing me down in the beginning.  Soon enough, Crystal was 
rocking counter to my thrusts, and we were going at it like dogs in heat.  
She panted soft obscenities, "Fuck-FUCK myass...  Yeah (grunt) - baby!  
Yeah, yeah, yeah!!!"  My orgasm approached, then I stopped thrusting (to 
Crystal's discontent), temporarily distracted by something -- no? -- on 
the periphery of my vision.  Crys stopped moaning and thrust back hard, 
impaling herself completely, which made me come.

   I forgot about the distracting event, as Crystal wiggled around my 
now-erupting dick.  Ugly squishing noises filled the room as cum oozed 
around my cock, flowing back out of her ass.  It was all incidental 
background as I pounded her with short, ferocious strokes, greedily 
urging every last bit of feeling through my body...

   "You _came_," Crys said.  It was a complaint.  I was thoroughly 
winded, lying next to her on my side.  Tired as I was, I found the energy 
to masturbate her, and I stuck my thumb in her ass.  She grunted, 
snorted, and bucked feverishly, the sight making my dick twitch again, 
albeit feebly.  Crys' manually induced orgasm was short-lived, but 
intense, leaving her panting heavily on the floor, in a state of 
collapse.  After a few minutes, she got up, shut the tube off, and 
grabbed a comforter to pull over our naked, sweating bodies.  She cuddled 
against me, and we both went to sleep.

   Beth woke us up the next morning, blushing when we both sat up, still 
covered by the comforter.  I took both women home, in a near-wordless 
ride.  I went out with Crystal the following Wednesday.  "How's Beth?"

   "She'll live," Crystal replied.  "She went out with Scott for seven 
years -- since freshman year in college.  She thought all about marriage, 
so it's hitting her pretty hard.  She's just not used to being single."  
Crystal seemed very comfortable in the black pants and sort-of-dressy 
low-cut top she wore.  She had been dressing sexily a lot recently, and 
didn't make any remarks about how sexy she was, accepting it as a fact.  
My little county girl had changed a great deal in the last six months.

   Crystal didn't wait until we got home, announcing that she was horny 
in the van after dinner, and _telling_ me to do something about it.  I 
buried my face between her legs in the back of the van, in the parking 
garage.  She shook with glee as my tongue circled her labia.  I stroked 
her inner thighs gently, because she and I had discovered how sensitive 
they were, and how hot that could make her.  Soon my hands moved closer 
to our private place, and I toyed with Crystal's senses, teasing her with 
light brush strokes around her pussy, barely and briefly touching her 
clit, never making contact for more than a second or two, or using more 
than a feather's touch.  Crys arched her back, spreading her legs wider 
for me, and I slid two fingers in.  Slowly, using the circular motion 
that Crystal favored, I touched Crystal's honeyed depths, stimulating 
them gently without probing.  Our mouths locked in a suffocating slow 
kiss, my hand continuing to please her, as slowly, and as gently as I 
could.  She and I had revealed almost all the secrets of her body; we 
knew what made her feel good.  It was almost time.

   Crystal's tongue froze in my mouth for an instant.  My thumb brushed 
her clit, and she rocked against my hand, sliding her hips gently, 
running her most sensitive region under my thumb, which I held just high 
enough to graze the ridge and its terminating bud as she moved.  
Cryssie's body relaxed with a shudder, a small sigh escaping her lips 
before she grabbed and held me tightly.  Crys patted my half-erection 
through my pants, looking at me questioningly.  I said, "I'm not sure."  
She kissed me on the cheek, and ran her hand lightly around my neck.  She 
had learned that fucking wasn't everything with me, and that I had the 
right to say "no," which I did exercise every once in a while.  So Crys 
just cuddled against me, and we left the garage after a few minutes.

   I drove her straight home.  We sat outside her townhouse in silence 
for a while.  I knew what was coming, I just didn't want to face it.  
"You have to meet them _sometime_," Cryssie said quietly.  This had been 
the center of our dinner conversation; the after-meal interlude had only 
delayed the resolution.  She leaned across to the driver's side, her face 
a tantalizing few inches from mine.  "Or doesn't my pussy make you that 
happy?" she said in a syrupy voice.  It was an effective tactic.  I 
laughed at the ridiculous voice, then Crys leaned forward and gave me a 
very wet, slow kiss.  "Come on, Don.  I want them to meet you.  Not that 
we're getting married or anything, but, you've done a lot for me, no 
matter what happens."  She pulled away.

   I had thought about it; meeting her parents was the _last_ thing on 
Earth I wanted to do with Crys.  I didn't think that I'd be very well 
received in the role of Crystal's boyfriend, and would feel very awkward 
around them.  I was also -- hesitant about making that kind of statement.  
"Not that we're getting married or anything..."  Maybe not, but to me, 
this was equivalent to saying that it could get more serious from here, 
with a snowball's chance in early spring of winding up with "I do."

   I looked at Crystal.  I'd watched her change over the last six months 
from a pretty debutante to a more mature, self-assured woman, who would 
be a challenge for any man.  What the hell, I figured, I might as well 
keep watching.  I still hadn't explored her mind as much as I wanted.  
There were still more sexual frontiers to be crossed with Crystal.  "OK," 
I replied at last.  "The club's closed this weekend, maybe we should take 
them out to _dinner_."  Crys raised an eyebrow.  She knew what I was 
admitting; sexual antics aside, I'm pretty old-fashioned.

   "I'll make it worth your while," she said throatily.  "Tonight, if you 
want."

   "Naaaah," I declined.  "Now scoot before I change my mind and we keep 
Beth awake all night!"  I kissed Crystal again, slowly, tenderly.  There 
was no urgency to this one; it echoed my parting thought to her.  "I'll 
miss you until the next time I see you."  It wasn't so bad, being in love 
with that woman; we were sexually compatible, and our interests had 
slowly converged.  Then the words "Crystal's parents" flashed across the 
screen in my mind, and I didn't sleep well for the rest of the week.  I 
was scared to death.

   I make no claims for being psychic; unfortunately, I may as well have 
been.  Crys drove her folks to the restaurant, figuring that she could 
prepare/convert them before and after dinner.  Her parents turned pale as 
soon as they saw me, and an early February chill settled over the table 
as soon as we all sat.  The expensive restaurant Crys and I had selected 
(after all, I was her _boyfriend_) may as well have been the Ptomaine 
Palace as the ambiance froze to near absolute zero.  Her parents were 
able to be civil.  I just felt the hostility in every glance, every 
statement.  Her father decided that I was actually a bum with no 
ambition; my day job was going to go nowhere, because "nobody wants one 
of them long hair rock stars running anything in any respectable 
company," and I was adamant about my music.

   Her mother just kept casting those maternal, "After all we've done, 
how _could_ you?" glances at her daughter, not touching more than a few 
bites of anything she ordered, saying, "I'm not very hungry tonight."  
After-dinner cordials?  Try after-dinner disappearing acts.

   "I'll be by after I drop them off at home," Crystal said.  She went to 
kiss me, then suddenly pecked me on the cheek.  I saw her father's glare, 
and noted that it had altered her plans.  I had a sense of impending 
doom.  Crystal did not show up that night, or the next.  I called her 
house two days later, but Beth said that Crystal had gone on vacation 
with her folks.  Yes, it had been a fun ride, but it was all over.


			  Exit Crystal, Enter Pam

   The formality took place ten days later.  I saw Crystal for the first 
time since the end of dinner, when she stopped at my place Thursday 
night.  She had cut her hair, wearing it in a sensible, conservative, 
straight, business-style which stopped just above her shoulders.  She was 
wearing the same floral print dress she had worn when I first met her.  
"Ummm... hi.  I'm sorry, butmyfolkstookmetoBarbadoswiththemand..."  I 
motioned for her to come in, which interrupted her diarrhetic speech.  
"Ummm... I'm kind of in a hurry," she said.

   She hesitated, and I broke in.  "Look, we both know what you're going 
to say, so why don't you just come in and say it.  Then you can leave."  
Somewhat testily, I added, "Or don't you trust me anymore?"

   Crystal lowered her head, trying not to look at me.  The county girl 
that had vanished a while ago had returned, and stood before me.  
Everything was as it had been, including the ridiculous amount of makeup 
she used to wear.  "I... ummm... guess I like you, Don, but, ummm... 
like, it's not good to have a relationship based on... ummm... ummm... 
sex.  Itjustwouldn'twork."  Crystal spit the last sentence out in a 
bigger hurry than usual, as if it was a distasteful thing she had to do.  
Suddenly, surprisingly, she raised her head, and looked me dead in the 
eye.  "Please... don't hate me.  I won't ever forget you.  I'm sorry, 
but..."  The words just hung there.  Finally, Crystal said, "I gotta go, 
I have a date."

   "Goodbye, Cryssie," I said quietly, sadly, closing the door slowly on 
her.  So, I was single again.  No big deal.  Why did I feel abandoned?  
Fortunately, the band's schedule went into overdrive, leaving no time to 
brood.  We started playing four nights a week, which meant that three 
nights were reserved for getting rest.

   "I heard you broke up with her," Pam said, patting me sympathetically.  
It had been two weeks, and I hadn't really dealt with it, except to 
ignore it.

   I shrugged stoically.  "It just wasn't meant to be, Pam, but I hear 
that things are going well for you."  She had been going out with 
somebody now for a couple of months, and had seemed real happy about it.  
It wasn't anything I didn't already know, but it did let me change the 
subject, and I tuned out Pam's enthusiastic response, nodding blankly as 
the words flew on by.

   The next time we played at that club, Pam was drinking heavily after 
work.  "Men SUCK!" she loudly announced to those of us who were left in 
the club.  "I hate them!  They lie to you, then they go fuck some OTHER 
cunt!!!"  The owner told her to take Saturday off, and Pam ordered 
another double shot.  The bartender cut her off and tried to calm her 
down.  Pam grabbed her purse, and loudly proclaimed that she was going to 
go somewhere else where they'd serve her and fuck all of you and...  Of 
course, she promptly fell, but I was there to catch her.

   "You're not going anywhere but home.  You're too drunk to drive, so 
I'm going to take you home and let you..."

   Pam slapped me -- _hard_.  "Why?  So you can fuck me and leave too?"  
She pulled out of my grasp and staggered into the side of the bar, 
bouncing and almost falling again.  I put her back on her unsteady feet 
once more, and grabbed her arms.

   "I'm taking you home, so you don't hurt yourself any more than you 
already have, understand?"  I growled, aware that her alcohol-induced 
hysteria would go away sometime within the next four hours.  "I will not 
take no for an answer, this is not open for discussion, got it?"  Yeah, I 
was pissed, but only Pam could have gotten away with hitting me the way 
she had.  My cheek still stung, and I dug my hands into her arms a little 
harder than I had to.  The remaining people in the club were aware of the 
somewhat unique relationship Pam and I currently shared, so they all just 
watched the drama unfold.  "And, yes, I accept your apology, bitch, but 
this is the last time you'll ever do something like that to me."

   The last sentence seemed to take the fight out of her.  Somewhere 
through the fog, she realized exactly what she had done, and whom she had 
done it to.  Pam got all mushy, slurring apologies, hanging on me the way 
drunk people do because they have no muscle tone, and I eased her out the 
door, much to everybody's relief.

   When we got to her apartment, she invited me in.  "No.  I'm not much 
for drunken grudge fucks, Pam.  You know that," was my response.  
Frankly, she was just a little bit repulsive at that moment.  Pam got out 
of the car and begged.  Loudly.  I sighed, and gave in to keep her from 
waking the whole neighborhood.  "But, we are _not_ going to have sex," I 
warned her sternly.

   Pam gave me a hot, wet kiss and fondled my crotch as soon as her front 
door had closed.  She stroked the erogenous zones on my neck and head, 
knowing from experience how to turn me on.  I gave up my futile 
resistance.  She had gone from drunken and repulsive to drunken, but 
incredibly hot and willing in a span of three minutes or so.  And me 
without my Crystal safety net.  I just _knew_ I'd hate myself in the 
morning.  Pam staggered back to her bedroom (good thing it was a 
straight, relatively uncluttered line from the living room), pulling me 
along behind her.  We flopped onto the bed, kissing as we had many times 
several months earlier, when I suddenly got an idea.  I began to massage 
her back, firmly, but caringly, under the guise of removing her clothes.  
I managed to get out of her reach, and started kneading her delicious 
back.

   Pam caught on.  I knew from experience that a moderately firm back 
massage could put Pam on the edge of sleep.  "Ohhh... nooo... _fuck_... 
meee," she protested, voice thick and slurred, but it was too late.  My 
massage had its usual effect on her.  Aided by the alcohol, Pam was 
asleep (passed out?) about a minute later.  I went to sleep next to her 
fully dressed, contemplating the irony of it all; I had just given a sexy 
blonde a back rub to get her out of the mood, and stay _out_ of her 
pants.  "Damn," I thought, "can't I get _anything_ right?"

   Pam was extremely hung over the next day.  She asked me to stay, so I 
comforted her as best I could while she told me what had caused last 
night's incident.  Pam had walked in on Bill, her (now ex-) boyfriend 
Thursday night after work, and caught him fucking somebody else.  "I 
wasn't supposed to come over after I left the club, but I thought I'd 
surprise him," she sniffled.

   "You deserve better anyway, Pam," I said, hugging her and kissing her 
lightly on the forehead.  "Now go back to bed, turn off the lights, and 
sleep it off.  Dave gave you the night off," I said quietly.  Pam didn't 
remember, but she was relieved to hear it.  She went back in the bedroom, 
so I left and got ready for Saturday night's show.  About ten minutes 
before close, Pam walked into the club.

   "I had to come get my car," she explained as I started to load the 
equipment.  Stopping me, she said quietly, "Come over when you get done."  
I hadn't heard her use that voice in a long time.  An hour later, Pam was 
kissing her way down my naked body.  She spent a lot of time at my 
nipples, alternately using her tongue, and nipping at them.  She would 
stop and suck on them for a little while before resuming her aggressive 
foreplay.  She remembered how to send me into orbit.  "Lie still," she 
instructed in a whisper.  "Let me do _everything_ tonight, Don."  Pam 
rubbed my swollen penis gently, then ran her tongue around it.

   She played with my erection for a while, interrupting her wet blowjob 
with long enough pauses to keep me in suspense.  After Pam decided she 
was done with that, she ran her tongue slowly from the bottom of my 
balls, along the underside of my cock, right to the tip.  Then she 
flicked her tongue in and around the opening.  My cock bobbed 
impatiently.  Pam sat up and removed her oversized band tee-shirt, and 
let me gaze at her naked perfect body, with its smooth curves, firm, 
perfectly formed and proportioned breasts, and the downy blonde hair that 
glistened with reflected moisture.  Her taut, well-muscled thighs were 
also slightly damp.  My eyes feasted upon her, sexual hunger replacing 
every thought.  Pam spread her legs, and masturbated herself on my 
erection, gliding her wet triangle over my aching cock.

   "Pa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ammmm," I groaned.  She smiled, stopped her aided 
masturbation, and lifted my cock at the base, pointing it straight up, 
then positioned herself over it.  My cock touched the entrance to 
ecstasy, but Pam pushed at my chest with her other hand, so I lay still, 
touching, but not passing through that entrance.  Pam smiled at me, 
silent, no mischief in her eyes, for an eternity; then she eased my cock 
into her, sitting down with excruciating deliberation, until she landed 
on my hips with a contented purr.  Yes, it was worth the wait, and 
getting there had been half the fun.  She moved her hips leisurely and 
closed her eyes, a smile playing on her lips, kneading my chest gently 
with her fingers, while her tropical walls kneaded my long-ignored (since 
Crystal) cock.  I was really close to the point of no return.  I gasped 
her name.  She opened her eyes, regarding me dreamily.  I wasn't wearing 
a rubber, I realized in shock.  Pam just smiled, kneaded my cock a little 
more vigorously with her inner walls, and I no longer cared as my 
friend/lover firmly pushed a finger just below my asshole.

   The loud noise I made was cut off by Pam's kiss, as she explored my 
mouth lovingly while my toes curled; I hadn't told Crystal about my "cum 
switch," as Pam had named it.  Pam sat down as hard as she could, 
grinding against me, keeping me from bucking, kissing me constantly.  She 
continued her gentle hidden massage of my softening cock, prolonging my 
orgasm well past the end of ejaculation, sending me to nirvana.

   Pam leaned forward again and wrapped her arms around me.  "Sleep with 
me," she commanded in a gentle whisper, my erection returning as she 
massaged my cock inside her.  She rubbed her body, warm and slick with 
sweat, against mine, adorning my body with gentle brushes of her lips, 
purring, and making quiet, soothing noises.  I had again become erect; 
she still held me inside her, but I was very sleepy.  Pam's gentleness, 
and soothing aura overwhelmed my desire, and I slept, deep and dreamless.

   Pam and I became lovers again, for a week.  Sometimes she'd give as 
she had that first night, other times the apartment would echo with her 
joyful cries as I ministered to her needs and desires.  We buried our 
pain and our frustration under sheer physical pleasure.  Our knowledge of 
each other's bodies, and skill at manipulating each other's senses made 
it easy.  Our crazed hedonistic games ended the following Sunday, after 
we spent the whole afternoon thrusting animalistically at one another.  
Her anger and hurt over Bill, and my frustrations about Crystal had 
vanished in the addictive haze of great sex.  "I love you, Don," Pam said 
as I got ready to leave her home that night.  "I think you understand 
what I mean," she finished.

   "Yeah, baby doll, I do.  If you ever need anything, let me know.  I 
promise that I will do whatever I can to make it better for ya," I 
answered, knowing that she would do the same for me.  We hugged for a 
long time before I walked out the door.  I have not had sex with Pam 
since that afternoon; we don't talk about that week at all.  Pam and I 
are -- intimately linked, without being lovers, much to the awe of people 
who only know one of us.  They don't understand why we don't get married.  
We know it wouldn't work, and some things are too good to risk on 
overexposure.



		      Exit Pam, Enter... Beth???


   My doorbell rang.  "Who is it?" I asked the intercom.

   "It's Beth.  Remember me?  Crystal's roommate?  I need to talk to
you," came the electronically distorted voice.  I let her in, wondering
what was wrong.  She looked around the foyer nervously.  "I umm..." Beth
began, then hesitated, leaving me cynically wondering if this was a
generic county girl trait.  "Is Crys here?  I haven't seen her in a
couple of days, not even at work," Beth asked.  I said no, that I hadn't
seen her since we'd broken up.  I thought it odd that Beth would come
over and ask me about her roommate; but maybe she no longer had my phone
number.  "Oh," Beth replied, sounding disappointed.  She backed up a
little, and stood in the doorway, as if she were afraid to come in.  "I
was -- in the neighborhood -- and just thought I'd ask."

   Now that was strange.  It's true that there's a lot to do in my
neighborhood, but even my friends don't just drop in if they're doing
something in the neighborhood.  Usually because they know if they're
around long enough, they'll probably see me anyway.  I looked at Beth,
whose eyes are sparkling blue, bluer than Pam's.  She was much more buxom
and round than Pam, more zaftig than overweight.  Her facial features
were fairly sharp, distinctive in an attractive way.  A forgotten feeling
flashed through me.  She fidgeted, still in the doorway.  "So -- ummm...
how are you doing?"  Quickly blushing, she started to add, "I mean --"

   "I know what you mean.  I'm doing -- OK.  The band is fine, and it's
been a long time since we've seen your face in the place," I kidded.
"How's Cryssie?"  The words escaped before I realized it.

   The question seemed to catch Beth off-guard, badly.  She looked
startled, although it could have just been the way her eyes reflected the
light.  After a pause, Beth replied, "OK, I guess."  Another, longer
pause.  Beth seemed to be getting progressively uncomfortable.  "But you
don't wanna hear about that, I guess."  Suspicion flared, and the
forgotten feeling grew a little more persistent.  I walked toward her.
Beth hurriedly said, "I think I'd better go."  Her feet didn't move.

   "OK."  I got to the door, and turned the knob to the open position,
but the door stayed shut.  Beth's eyes locked with mine, and she fidgeted
some more.  Yes, she does have pretty eyes...  My dick began to feel a
little fuller.

   "I-I-I really -- havetogo," Beth exhaled.  Common speech defect, I
noted.  Neither of us had moved.  "I-i-it really wasn't such a good idea
for me to come here again-"  Again?  My suspicion was on its way to being
confirmed.  I held my ground.  "Please -- let me out," she pleaded; it
was almost a whisper.  When I moved to open the door, Beth's eyes
widened, like a frightened doe's, and her nostrils flared.

   "Is that what you _really_ want, Beth?" I whispered as I slowly opened
the door.  She nodded frantically.  I looked at her eyes again, and she
glanced down quickly, looking at my crotch much longer than she had to.
Beth's breathing was hoarse, labored, and her cheeks were a faint pink.
"I don't think it is," I said quietly.  "I don't think you came over here
for Crystal.  By the way, I'm holding the door open for you.  You _can_
walk out.  All you have to do is go."

   The bulge in my pants was noticeable; Beth's vulnerable appearance had
stirred something primal in me.  Her cheeks were turning pink, and the
color was rising on her forehead.  Beth opened her mouth, but no words
came out.  I shut the door, and placed my hands on either side of her,
sealing off her exit.  Almost inaudibly, she begged, "P-please."

   "Please yes, or please no?"  I fixed her with a hungry stare.  "I
really think you're just curious.  I know you watched us that night,
Beth."  Her horrified expression confirmed it.  "You want me to do you
like I did Cryssie?  I bet that's what you want.  You watched me play
with her, and now you want me to play with you, isn't that right?  Did
you like what you saw when I fucked your friend up the ass?  I bet you
were wishing it was you."

   "N-n-n," Beth stuttered as she leaned forward just a little, ruby red
lips parted slightly.  I grabbed her and rammed my tongue into her mouth;
it wasn't a kiss of passion; it was a kiss of possession.  Beth's legs
turned to jello, and she wrapped her arms tightly around my back, forcing
her tongue into my mouth with maniacal enthusiasm.  I pushed her against
the wall, and we dry-humped each other ferociously, pelvises grinding,
mouths and tongues fighting for ground.  One of Beth's hands caressed my
ass, and I broke the kiss; the redness in her face and around her neck
was pronounced.  She was panting as I pulled her away from the door and
locked it.

   Beth slammed her mouth onto mine, her tongue thrashing madly.  She
pulled at my shirt, popping buttons in the process.  The little round
blonde was hot, in a scary sort of way.  I felt that I had to take charge
right then however, because that had worked with Crystal.  "Lie down," I
commanded between gulps of air.  Beth obeyed in a hurry, undressing
carelessly.  I started to kiss her wonderfully soft and round body
wherever my head happened to be pointed.  She shuddered, and then I was
on top of her, pushing my way into -- butter.  Butter that had fingers,
warm and slick.  Beth's whole body had turned pink, and her nipples stood
stiffly atop her full breasts.  I pulled out slowly, to a long moan from
Beth, and thrust violently back in with a grunt of my own.  Beth matched
me with a higher-pitched grunt as I slammed into her.  This was pure,
lust-driven sex.  I would pull out slowly, and pound my way back in.
Beth would answer each thrust with a soft grunt.

   I moved forward, sliding my cock along her ridge as slowly as I could
under the circumstances.  This started my orgasmic climb, but Beth wailed
and shook crazily, the nerves in her body firing simultaneously.  I slid
back into her and she bucked with a yelp of joy, coming violently,
thrusting her hips at me in her ecstasy.  It had almost been too good for
her, and her body tried actively to shake my orgasm loose.

   I pulled out, and shoved my cock in Beth's surprised mouth.  "Suck it!
Just like you saw Crystal do," I urgently hissed.  I was not quite
myself, the voice hard and with a nasty edge.  Beth responded
aggressively, her cheeks imploding, drawing my dick to the back of her
mouth.  I grabbed her head, and came forcefully.  She tried to get away,
but I held her head in place, and Beth could only swallow.  "Swallow it,
you horny county slut!  Ohhh!  Eat it like Crystal!"  I growled and
grunted in selfish release.  Beth continued to suck and swallow until I
was drained.  That's when I let go of her head.

   Beth was in shock, staring blankly at me.  A tear formed in her eye,
and she sniffled.  I kissed her, again for possession, not out of
passion.  Her body went limp, and her tongue gently probed my mouth.
"Crys said -- you kiss after blow jobs," she said in an awestruck voice.
She wiped at her eye and had stopped sniffling.  Strange girl.

   "What else did she say?" I asked, sitting down.  Actually, I was
demanding that she tell me, still feeling very aggressive, and very much
the predator to Beth's helpless prey.

   Beth swallowed aloud, seeming to forget completely her somewhat
unwilling introduction to my cum.  "She said that... that..."  I looked
at her disdainfully.  "That you eat... pussy."  Beth stumbled over the
last sentence, as if the last word were unfamiliar to her.

   "And so?" I inquired haughtily.  "We're not all alike," I defiantly
said.  "I'll do that to you, too.  What else?"

   "I -- dunno.  She used all kinds of dirty words to describe what you
did to her.  I-I can't remember," Beth stuttered.  Selective amnesia, no
doubt.

   I drew closer to her, violating her personal space, forcing her to
feel my physical presence.  "So you watched us that night."  Beth's eyes
widened again, filling with fear.  It was one hell of an aphrodisiac.
"Were you curious?  You want me to fuck you as good as I fucked your
roommate?"  I put my hand on her thigh.  Beth flinched, but didn't move
away.  I could feel the waves of fear emanating from her body; her
submissive (to this point) acceptance of my control over her had started
to make me hard again.  "Yes or no, Beth.  Do you want to feel like she
felt, like you imagined her feeling?  Do you want me to make you feel
what you fantasized?"

   "N-n-n-no.  I-I..."  Beth's curiosity, combined with the forbidden
fruit aspect of our coupling, made me a man she couldn't resist.  I knew
it, and I'm sure she did.  "Aren't you going to get dressed?" she asked
in a small voice.

   "Why?  I hope you don't think I'm done with you.  That's a mistake.
All you damn county girls are alike.  Sex is something you do in the dark
in exchange for money spent on a date," I snarled at her.  I drew closer
to her face, and she was clearly intimidated.  My hostility toward
Crystal had been abruptly transferred to Beth.  "That makes you a whore,
Beth."  I looked down, and could see a faint rose begin to bloom on her
chest.  I touched her breast, raising goose flesh as my hand moved
lightly across it, and her nipple popped out.  The responsiveness of her
body to my touch was nothing short of amazing.  "Spread your legs."  Beth
looked confused.  "I said, _spread your legs_," I commanded, and Beth
meekly obeyed.  "I'm gonna make you feel real good, little girl," I
crooned.

   Beth watched in fascination as I spread her legs apart and traced my
finger around her cunt.  As soon as her eyes closed, I stopped.  She was
even more confused now, but her body was mine to play with, and I
caressed her, avoiding all the obvious places.  I stroked her body
lightly, gently, constantly, listening to her breathe, and later, sigh.
I returned to her upper inner thighs, and Beth wiggled, spreading her
legs wider, but I pulled a very erect nipple into my mouth.

   "Ohhh!  Nooo... not -- a-gaiiinnnnn," Beth moaned softly, her body
giving up all remaining resistance.  I used my tongue and teeth on her
upper torso.  Beth sat, legs spread, her back against the front door.
She tried to slide down to her back, but I pinned her to the door.
"Put... put... it _iiinnnn_," she complained.

   "Yes, again, Beth.  I'm going to play with your pussy," I whispered.
"Say 'pussy -- play with my pussy'," I quietly urged, giving her a
teasing wet kiss before she could respond.  I repeated the request,
softer, without stopping my stimulation of her body.  "Tell me, Beth.
How much you want me to play with your..."

   "Pussy,"  she sighed sleepily as she finished my sentence.  I
whispered to her some more, urging her on.  "Play... with my... my...
_pussy_."  Beth gasped as I complied with her request, a small tremor
fleeing through her body.  She was very wet now, and having trouble
keeping her eyes open and focused.  I carefully toyed with her, kissing
her chest occasionally, watching her arch her back to speed contact each
time I would lower my head.  Beth's hips writhed slowly.

   "I'm going to finger fuck you now, Beth," I whispered, flicking my
tongue across her earlobe.  She only moaned, lost to the tension I had
built within her.  I pushed two fingers in, pumping slowly, and not going
too deep.  Beth was very tightly wound, and she was wrapped around
(literally) my fingers.  Beth gasped and moaned louder.  I added a third
finger to the two and Beth threw her head back against the door with a
soft cry.  I probed deeper, still slowly pumping at her.  Her hips began
to move counter to my fingers, and her breathing was very labored.

   "Fu-u-u-u-uck -- me-e-e-e-e..." Beth groaned, her body's tension
echoed in her voice.  I whispered some more obscenities to her.  "Play
with m-m-m-myyy pus-pusssseeee..." she replied.  I began to massage her
G-spot, simultaneously closing my thumb over the ridge and angry, red
cherry that separated it from my palm.

   Beth snorted once and her hips jerked sharply towards the ceiling.
She inhaled, a little cry coming from her open mouth, then grunted,
bucking again.  My fingers kept going, massaging the area that was
overloading her senses.  Her eyes were open, although far away.  Beth's
face was gloriously red, twisted into an expression of intense feeling,
and I got hard watching her orgasm.  This one was still going, because
the "V' of my hand wobbled her clit each time she moved her hips.  I just
kept my massage going, making juices flow out of her, covering my hand,
and filling the living room with Beth's intimate musk.  I pulled my
fingers out slowly, releasing my sex thrall.  There was an audible
slurping noise.  Beth slumped against the door, eyes completely
unfocused, dazed and sweating.  Her chest was barely moving.

   I wasn't finished with her yet.  I ran my sticky hand under her nose.
"Smell that wonderful, powerful scent...  Ye-e-e-es, Beth...  You...
It's allll you...  _Taste_ your own sweetness, Beth," I purred
seductively, holding my hand above her mouth.  She stuck her tongue out,
tentatively brushing my hand.  I moved it a little higher.  "Come on,
Beth.  You want it, you know you like it," and she strained forward,
running her tongue lightly around my hand, then cleaning it, avidly
sucking on my fingers.  God, was I hard!  I stroked her hair as her eyes
began to come back into focus.  "See what real sex is like?  No money, no
obligations, just intense, intimate pleasure," I continued to purr at
her.  She answered me with a kiss, her tongue making weak circles in my
mouth.  Time to drop the bomb.  "Now that your curiosity has been taken
care of, you can leave anytime you like.  The door's unlocked," I said.

   Beth stood up at last, and began to dress, slowly, as if she were
still dazed.  "Wh-wh-what did you d-d-do to me?"

   Nonplussed, I corrected her.  "The question is, what did I do _with_
you."

   "What about you?"

   What about me?  Sex isn't an exchange of favors.  I did what I did
because I wanted to, and you let me," I replied.  "Now you can go home,
since I've satisfied your county curiosity."  My cock ached, but I wasn't
really in the mood to play any more with Beth.  I figured that I could
fantasize about Pam or Crystal and get off better by myself than with
some stupid, "I've-never-done-it-with-a-black-guy-before" bimbo.  I
ignored Beth, but I could sense her confusion as she dressed in silence.
Beth quietly closed the door without a word when she left.



		       The Education of Beth, Part 1


   The following Saturday night was a great night at the club.  It must 
have been "Single Ladies Night," and I had amused the crowd greatly at 
the expense of several sweet young things.  Nobody seemed interested in 
meeting me (that happens more often than not, despite what you think 
about musicians).  I got no phone numbers, so I decided to go to The 
Grill after the gig.  I hung out there and ran into a few fellow 
musicians who had the same idea.  My answering machine was blinking at me 
when I got home at about four a.m.  "No matter when you get in, call me.  
It's important," the tape said urgently in Beth's voice.  I immediately 
wondered if something had happened to their place, because the number was 
different from Beth and Crys' home number.  So I called.  A young-
sounding female voice answered, asking me to "Hold on a sec."

   "Are you alone?" Beth's voice said with near-panic.  "I-I-I... need to 
talk to you."  Pause.  "About Crystal.  Please.  I'm coming -- over.  
Please don't go to bed," she said.  I was really worried now.  A half-
hour later, Beth arrived.  I asked her had anything happened to their 
place as soon as she walked in.  When Beth said no, I asked if Crystal 
was OK.  Beth stuttered, "N-n-n-yes," her voice slurred, and wobbled on 
unsteady feet.  That's when I got mad.

   First, I bitched her out for the hour.  Then I bitched her out for 
driving drunk.  I put her in my bed, then stomped out to sleep on the 
sofa.  I knew why Beth had shown up.  I also knew why Beth was drunk, and 
told her flatly, "No.  We'll talk about this later, after I've had some 
sleep.  I'm not very happy with you right now.  If you weren't so drunk, 
I'd kick you out now, and if I didn't have to wait for it, I'd call a cab 
to take you back to where you came from.  Just leave me the fuck alone."

   I woke first Sunday morning, then waited a bit before waking Beth up.  
My bedroom smelled like her; she must have masturbated before she went to 
sleep.  She blinked sleepily, then lit a cigarette, staring blankly at 
me.  She mumbled, "I've got to go to the bathroom."  She slid off the 
bed, pulling the sheet along to cover herself (she was naked underneath) 
as she walked down the hall.  I briefly considered stepping on it to 
teach her a lesson.  While she was in the john, I undressed to get ready 
for the shower.  When the bathroom door opened, I was waiting outside, 
clad only in an untied robe with the morning erection in full bloom.  
Beth looked shocked.

   "What's the matter?  Never seen a guy erect in the daylight before?" I 
rudely asked.  She only blushed, and mumbled an apology.  I stood in her 
way for a few seconds, then Beth figured out that _she_ was supposed to 
walk around _me_.  When I came out of the john, Beth had one leg in her 
panty hose, and her bra was fastened.  She was just sitting on the bed, 
not moving.  Talk about mixed signals.  Most women I've known will put on 
something that covers their genitals first, or nothing at all.  I was 
naked and still partially wet from the shower.  I touched her and she 
jumped.  "Afraid I'll make you suck it or something?" I asked, wondering 
what the hell was going on.

   "I-I-I don't know why I came over.  I mean I-I..."  Beth's flushing 
body gave her away again.  She was semi-naked, and vulnerable in my lair.  
It _was_ the morning after a gig.  Her body announced that she was 
aroused, but the only trouble was, since her liquid courage had worn off, 
she needed to be -- persuaded.  I grabbed her and kissed her forcefully, 
removing her bra.  "N-n-noooo," Beth feebly protested when I started to 
tease her breasts.  So I stopped.  Beth whimpered.

   "You said no, so I stopped," I explained.  "No means no."  Beth put 
her hand on my chest, and looked at my dick.  What a role reversal.  It's 
usually the guy looking at the girl's breasts before speaking to her.  
Now I know how they feel.  Hey, I'm right _here_, I wanted to say.  Beth 
looked at me, very confused, and reached for my dick.  I moved away.  "No 
means no, Beth."

   "Ohhhh," she whined.  "I'm soooo confused.  You -- you make me feel so 
strange," she complained.

   "Well, maybe we ought to talk about Crystal, then.  After all, that is 
the only reason I waited up for you.  I thought either you or she needed 
my help in some emergency.  Instead, I get a drunken county girl who..."

   "JUST-SHUT-UP!" Beth yelped defensively.  "I _hate_ it when you call 
me a county girl!"  Tears began to run down her cheeks.  "Crystal's out 
getting laid whenever _she_ wants, and I can't find anybody!" she wailed.  
"You don't want me, nobody likes me..."

   I interrupted her.  "Wait.  I never said you weren't physically 
attractive."  Beth stopped sniffling to listen.  "I just don't believe in 
the little county girl games you play.  I wouldn't have gone out with 
Crys if she hadn't stopped playing those games with me.  She played that 
game with me once; I more or less threw her out.  You're going to have to 
stop relying on being drunk to signal your availability; I prefer my 
women sober.  And good sex is not just fucking at night."

   This was obviously a little too heavy for Beth to take.  She looked at 
me, dumbfounded.  I'm sure that she was wondering if I was going to fuck 
her or not.  I sighed, reached across her body, and ran my finger very 
slowly around her right breast.  "Now, if you want to play with me, you 
gotta play by my simple rules.  One: Either of us can say no, at any 
time, without explanation or causing later problems.  Two: My dick is not 
the only place I can be turned on.  Pay some attention to the rest of my 
body.  _Learn_ it, 'cuz I promise you I'm gonna learn yours," I said, 
flicking my finger around the underside of Beth's tit.  I could see her 
stomach ripple at the contact, and that went into the mental folder that 
said "Beth".  "Three: I am _not_ a county boy, so I will _not_ put up 
with any of your county shit.  I don't need you, and your pussy does not 
run my life.  Understand?"  Beth nodded, wide-eyed, but she was paying 
attention to my face, so I must have been getting through to her.  I 
resumed my speech.  "Last: I am not in the sex education business; I am 
doing this for my own selfish reasons.  I will not be a school for 
wayward county girls."  I looked sternly at her.  She nodded attentively 
in reply.  "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't sure that you aren't just 
curious about my being black, otherwise I would have thrown you out by 
now."

   Beth gasped.  "Wh-wh-what makes you say that?"

   "The brain is the world's best sex organ, and I know it turned you on 
to watch me and your roommate.  You weren't so embarrassed that you made 
any noise.  Since you've already gotten what you wanted if you were just 
curious, there's got to be a reason that you came back.  I figure that it 
has to do with the change in Crystal.  You're probably wondering if I can 
change you."

   Beth nodded, clearly fascinated by my seeming psychic ability.  I 
switched my hand to her other breast, and pushed her back to the bed.  
"You mean you want to do it _now_?" she said, shock in her voice.  I 
stroked the underside of Beth's left breast, and she moaned 
involuntarily.

   "I assume that you reached for my dick earlier because you had that in 
mind.  Am I right?"  Beth gaped as I waited for an answer.  "Yes-or-no, 
Beth.  And I already told you what no means."

   Beth hesitated, looking at me in fascination.  She lowered her head.  
"Y-y-yes," she stammered, clearly unaccustomed to asking for sex.  I 
lifted her head, making her look at me, and asked her what she had said.  
She swallowed hard and repeated, "Y-y-yes," in the same shaky voice.

   I sighed quietly, slightly exasperated.  It was going to be _much_ 
more difficult to get Beth to break loose.  "The first lesson, Beth, is 
communication," I said, leaning to her face.  "Now lie back, relax, and 
forget that it's Sunday morning."  Beth giggled, and the education of 
Beth was off and running.  I spent the morning teasing Beth's body, 
leaving her high and wet.  Then I called for a lunch break.  She 
protested, and was flabbergasted when I told her that I didn't care.  She 
threatened to leave and go home.  "Fine.  Don't let the door hit you on 
the way out, baby," I fired back.

   Man, did I frustrate her!  I took her out to lunch and bought the 
Sunday paper, making her read the comics and do the crossword puzzle with 
me.  She tried to use this as an excuse to start petting with me, but I 
moved away and stopped our shared activities.  After I had made it clear 
that I wasn't going to let her make any decisions today about the when, 
she got mad and left.  I was surprised she had lasted as long as she did, 
but it really didn't bother me that she left.  I knew she'd be back.

   Monday, I called her and she was still mad.  Wednesday, she called me.  
I asked why she had been in such a hurry on Sunday.  She told me point-
blank that she didn't like being teased.  Beth had learned lesson one 
pretty well.  I pointed out that I didn't either, and it was something 
she also needed to learn and be aware of.  I told Beth to meet me at the 
Grill after the gig the following Saturday.  She was waiting for me 
there, slightly overdressed, wearing too much makeup, and trying to be 
invisible in a corner.  Beth was nervously scanning the room when I got 
there, and her face showed relief, not pleasure at my arrival.  I could 
tell that  tonight was going to be an uphill battle.  I guided her to a 
booth where we could be alone.  Beth still seemed extremely nervous even 
though I was there.  The crowd definitely frightened her, but when a 
_big_ friend of mine asked her to dance, she absolutely cowered against 
me.  "Don't be afraid.  Steve won't hurt you.  He just wants to dance."  
I pushed Beth out onto the floor with him and they danced to a slow song, 
Beth frantically trying to avoid any contact.  She thanked him in a small 
voice, not looking at him.

   "He thinks you're attractive," I said, making her blush after he had 
walked away.  "But you don't have to worry; he's my friend, and he knows 
that you're with me.  You have to relax and trust me, Beth."  Another 
slow song came on (lots of couples were in the house), and I asked Beth 
to dance with me.  She stiffened when I wrapped my hands around her waist 
and cupped her back.  "Put your arms on my shoulders," I instructed her.  
"No, not your hands," I corrected.  "Let me lead."  Beth had been dancing 
with Scott for so long, she must have forgotten how to romance in the 
slow dance.  A little later on, I was talking at the bar with Phil, 
another of my friends, and his wife, Heather.  We discussed the 
frightened Beth, and her inability to handle the atmosphere.  Beth stayed 
in the booth, trying to be invisible.

   Phil is a lean and muscular six-foot two, and he's got long, thick 
black hair that he ties into a shaggy ponytail.  His eyes are coal black, 
and he just has that... attitude about him.  All of my female friends 
tell me that he is _extremely_ good looking and _extremely_ sexy.  Crys 
positively drooled when she first met him.  Heather is much shorter, 
about five-foot seven.  She wears her brownish blonde hair straight, but 
it goes all the way to her butt.  Heather's eyes are sea-green, and she 
has an incredible sense of humor.  Heather is not gorgeous, although 
she's attractive enough; I've heard more than one woman say, "He's 
married to _her_??!!!"  She's a real sweetheart, and we go way back, to 
college days.  We've shared many a late-night exam week attack of 
munchies, and have partied together many times.  In the eleven years I 
had known her, we'd never "done it."  Somehow, it would've felt almost 
like... incest.  Phil was a fan of my band, and he volunteered his rather 
nice home for many post-gig parties.  I introduced them, and I'm glad 
Heather and Phil hit it off.  One more thing; Heather is bisexual.

   Phil said, "You _know_ she's looking at me."  Heather nodded at me, 
since she had the best view of Beth from the bar.

   A gleam came to Heather's eye.  She said, "We can use this."  Heather 
turned to me and said, "Let's get Phil to teach her how to dance right."  
Next slow song, we exchanged partners and danced next to each other.  
Beth was a little surprised, but her breathing sped up when I introduced 
her to Phil.  Phil encouraged Beth to watch Heather and me dance as he 
tried to keep her from waddling (now I know what Crystal meant by "ducks 
on drugs.")

   Heather and I just rocked slowly, and she looked at Beth.  "This is 
not romantic dancing, Beth, this is just a slow dance.  If you want to be 
romantic in a slow dance..."  Heather wrapped her arms around my neck, 
and buried her face in the side of my neck, simultaneously removing any 
space between us on the floor, and we slowed our movements further.  
After a few seconds, and a couple of good "dips", Heather said to Beth, 
"Now, why don't you try it?  First, dance slow with Phil."  Beth repeated 
the motions that Heather and I went through earlier, but with some 
reluctance.  Heather was a tough teacher, constantly correcting Beth's 
movements.  "No, that's not right, closer... don't rock so far to the 
side, and stop trying to get away from him like he's Pepe le Pew."

   Beth's dancing improved as Heather offered steady encouragement while 
using what she and I were doing as a constant example.  Soon Beth was 
rocking gently, easily, smoothly in Phil's arms, following his lead, and 
seemed to be much more comfortable with the physical contact.  Heather 
maneuvered us closer to her husband, and she leaned and said to him, "Now 
get _romantic_."  Phil immediately pulled Beth closer; her steps faltered 
as her eyes snapped open.  She regarded me pleadingly, then with shock 
when I didn't do anything.  Heather stopped dancing with me long enough 
to position Beth's arms correctly, then rejoined me.  The song ended as 
Phil tried to reestablish their movement.  Beth began to pull away from 
Phil, relief very evident in her face.

   The floor was full of couples who hadn't let go of each other, so the 
band started another slow song almost immediately.  Heather and I resumed 
our dance.  Phil recaptured Beth, who resisted.  He winked at Heather and 
me, and then Phil kissed his unwilling partner, grinding his pelvis 
against her.  Heather had bragged to me often about her husband's tongue, 
but how would Beth react?  Phil broke the kiss, and looked at Beth, who 
had essentially frozen.  He put one hand on her chin, and tilted her head 
back.  Heather and I watched Beth melt into his embrace, opening her 
mouth tentatively for another passionate kiss, which Phil was happy to 
grant.  He winked again when he broke the kiss.  Beth's eyes were closed, 
her mouth still expectantly open.  Phil supported Beth's chin as their 
mouths locked together.  He had one hand firmly above her hip and was 
kissing Beth as if _she_ were his wife.  Beth's eyes stayed closed, and 
Phil started to grind against her some more.  Beth's back arched a 
little, and she twisted her head responsively to Phil's tongue, meeting 
it with her own. 

   Phil dipped, bringing his pelvis in direct contact with Beth's.  Her 
legs spread a little, and she arched her back a little more, returning 
the grinding pressure.  The pair's tempo had slowed to almost nothing.  
Beth's mouth continued to work on Phil's buried tongue as they 
infrequently came up for air, alone in a sea of bodies.

   "Get you hot, chief?"  Heather asked as her leg brushed my erection.  
I had forgotten about my own dance.  Heather started to lead, and we 
rocked slowly.  Both of us had a good view of the limp, lost Beth, and 
the strong, handsome young man who had possessed her.

   "Yeah, pretty," I answered.  Beth's back arched a little more, and her 
hips were beginning to move in little circles.  Phil's back had arched a 
little, too.

   "She's nice," Heather whispered, although Beth was probably oblivious 
to our presence, aware of only Phil.

   I nodded absently, still feeling quite the voyeur.  Eventually, I 
remembered that Heather's _was_ bisexual; then the significance of her 
statement hit me.  I cautioned, "We'll see.  I can't make any promises 
for Beth."  The dance ended, but Beth's hold on Phil lingered as they 
were the last couple to leave the floor.  I could see the starry look on 
Beth's face as Phil gave her one final, deep kiss, then let go of her.  
She reluctantly released him, and they returned to the booth where 
Heather and I waited.  It was too dark to see the flush that I knew was 
on Beth's face.  Phil thanked Beth for the dance, and then left with 
Heather, leaving us alone.  Beth was a little out of breath, and 
carefully watched Phil leave.  She turned away from her departing dance 
partner, and the faraway, dreamy smile vanished instantly, replaced by 
panic as she saw me sitting across from her.  "Did you have fun?" I 
asked.

   Beth stuttered, searching for something to say.  I reached and touched 
her hand; she flinched at the contact.  "I'm glad you were able to just 
enjoy the moment," I said softly.  "That's an improvement.  Now let's go 
home."  Confusion filled her face, but I just smiled knowingly at her.  
She seemed to want to say something because her mouth was open.  No sound 
came out.  I stood and held out my hand to her.  Beth tentatively took 
it, and stood up.  I closed my hand gently on hers', and she _finally_ 
understood.  Slowly, desire replaced the confusion on her face.  She 
smiled, dangerously enticing.  I didn't think I'd have any trouble being 
in the mood for her tonight.  It was a very quiet ride back to my 
apartment.  "Have a seat in the living room, Beth.  I'll be ready for you 
in a minute," I said as I went into the bathroom.  She was waiting 
expectantly when I returned, and she had undressed.  I wondered if I 
should make her put her clothes back on so that _I_ could take them off, 
but decided that lesson could wait for another day.

   "Come on to bed," I softly urged.  She followed eagerly, a little bit 
too fast for my pleasure, but I was in a forgiving mood.  In all honesty, 
I was more horny than forgiving.  The feel of Heather's soft, long, long, 
long hair on my hands still tingled.  I kissed Beth on the cheek as we 
sat on the bed, then kissed her ear and softly told her exactly what I 
was going to do with her.  The flush began to reappear.  This was a 
_major_ difference between Crystal and her roommate: Beth's arousal was 
very easy to see.  I stroked her neck tenderly, then slid into dining 
position.  Beth moaned loudly when I stuck my tongue in her, lapped madly 
for a few seconds, then pulled away to kiss her belly button and torso.

   "Dooo that a-gainnn," she moaned.  She had to wait, though.  I got 
distracted when I discovered how much more sensitive Beth's breasts were 
compared to Crystal's.  Beth's whole body quivered and she whimpered when 
I licked and nibbled on her erect pink nipples.  My fingers ran around 
the fleshy globes, raising goose bumps.  When I teased the halo around 
her nipples, Beth grabbed me tightly and let loose a sharp cry.  Her head 
was thrown back and I felt her stomach tighten.  "Ohhh, gawwdd," she 
gasped, "Crystal was right."

   How in the world had she put up with somebody who hadn't figured out 
how sensitive her not-entirely -small breasts were over seven years?  I 
guess he didn't care.  Beth's chest heaved and she sighed loudly, 
encouraging me to continue playing with her upper torso while she stroked 
my head.  When I finally moved my head down toward her pouting pussy, she 
pushed at my head, raising her hips in anticipation. 

   Her moans turned into grunts as I fucked her with my tongue, bobbing 
my head, brushing her clit playfully with my moustache.  The tickling 
sensation drove Beth crazy.  She bounced on the bed panting, yelping and 
thrust her ripe clit at me.  I had never seen one so red and angry-
looking; I gently sucked on it.  Beth's body stiffened, convulsed, then 
her back arched and she howled.  Her pelvis oscillated wildly, forcing me 
to hold her hips with my hands so I could keep lapping in the proper 
places.  The bottom half of my face was getting soaked; Beth tasted even 
better than Crystal.  Beth collapsed back onto the bed, and I lapped more 
leisurely, savoring her tangy essence.  She sighed loudly with each 
breath.  I covered my fingers with her juices, and stuck them in her 
mouth.  Beth sucked avidly, obscenely, tasting her own inner nectar.  I 
had had to convince Crystal that it was okay to be lewd; Beth just needed 
an excuse.  This round blonde was a tightly wrapped bundle of sexual 
energy; it was going to be my pleasure to unwrap her, and find out what 
secrets were coiled within.  Beth wrapped her arms around me, purred, 
and... went to sleep.

   I lay next to her, aroused beyond belief, and she was -- asleep!  I 
waited for a little while, deciding to watch her and stroke her body.  
She soon stirred, and looked at me sleepily with a sexy smile.  "I don't 
know why Crystal would even _think_ about breaking up with you.  Is it 
always like that?"  Beth whispered that last sentence, and kissed me with 
parted lips around my face and neck.

   "No, not always.  Sometimes I'm not creative, and well... I'm human," 
I replied quietly.  "Beth, you've got to stop thinking of sex as 'it', 
OK?  That's not why Crys and I went out for so long, because good sex 
only goes so far.  On the other hand, if I know what you like, I'll make 
every effort to make sure you don't leave... disappointed."

   Beth gave me an open-mouthed sucking kiss, and began to rub her body 
against mine.  I got hard quickly just from her warmth, aroma, and 
presence.  "I'm sorry," she whispered, fondling my erection.  "It's just 
that... well... ummm...  I didn't mean to fall asleep."  She was 
apologizing; how cute!

   "Have you ever watched a guy come?" I asked.  Beth's eyes had that 
glazed, dreamy look some women get when they're in the mood.

   "No," she said, a note of disappointment (!) in her voice.  "But I've 
never tasted myself before, either."  Beth's eyes focused on me, sparks 
flying.  "Guess there's a first time for everything, huh?"  She began to 
kiss her way down my chest, but I stopped her with a gentle hand.

   "Beth, I want you to give me a hand job, but you should pay close 
attention to how I breathe, the sounds that I make, and the way my body 
moves at your touch," I whispered seductively.  "That's how you learn 
what makes me feel good."  Beth looked at me strangely, then smiled and 
ran her hand quickly over my erect cock.  Gripping it, she started to 
jack feverishly.

   "Not so _fast_," I instructed.  "Slower, and don't grip so tight."  
She complied, her fist moving slowly, and her efforts became a little 
more relaxed and leisurely.  A pearl of pre-cum appeared at the opening 
and Beth smeared it around the head with a finger.  She smiled as I 
shivered at the intense sensation, my breath catching in my throat.  Her 
body was slowly turning pink again.  My hips began to respond 
involuntarily, little whimpering sounds escaping my throat, but Beth 
pushed me gently back down to the bed, stroking my chest, using her nails 
lightly.  My eyes rolled wildly in their sockets, and my body trembled at 
the unusual stimulation.  Her eyes, half-lidded, were glued on my cock.  
She seemed hypnotized, a beatific smile on her lips, and her eyes were 
smoky; sexy.  More pre-cum oozed out.  Beth licked it off, swabbing the 
glans with her tongue.  I shuddered massively and gasped, "I'll come if 
you do that again," to warn her.  I was close.

   Beth engulfed the head with her mouth, and gave it a little, tiny, 
sucking kiss.  She looked at me mischievously.  I felt her tongue cross 
the rim and...  "Grxpfll!"  Nonsense shot out of my mouth as the rest of 
my body exploded.  Beth sucked gently for a couple of spurts, then aimed 
my cock at her chest, continuing her gentle pumping.  She squeezed the 
base, making me moan in pain, then let go.  A huge spurt hit her chin and 
dripped onto her breasts.  I finally ran out of cum, but not out of 
thrills as Beth continued to stroke the diminishing length of my cock 
during the super-sensitive phase.  She had learned very quickly about 
hand jobs.  I shivered uncontrollably, and Beth leaned over and kissed 
me.  I sucked on her tongue; she hadn't swallowed.

   When it truly was over, Beth whispered, "That was neat.  I liked it.  
Especially the part where you kissed me."  Her voice was throaty, and her 
arousal might as well have been displayed in big, flashing neon letters.  
My fingers began to tease her lower body now, returning the earlier 
stimulation in kind, masturbating her as we kissed.  Beth's hips pumped 
slowly, grinding against my hand, my fingers rocking up and down inside.  
She wasn't worried about fucking right now, and that was another good 
sign.  Her orgasm's approach was signalled by the increased ferocity of 
her kiss while I continued to stimulate her, flicking her swollen clit 
and its angry red bud gently, rhythmically.  She trembled silently, her 
warm, moist walls squeezing randomly at my fingers.  Beth relaxed with a 
throaty purr as her vibrations ceased.  The sheets were damp, we hugged 
each other without words among the sounds of sunrise, and went to sleep.


		       The Education of Beth, Part 2


   Beth visited me every weekend after that.  Our relationship was different
from the one I'd had with Crystal, though.  Where Crystal would meet me at
gigs, or come over before the show and ride with me, Beth would come over to
my home before the gig, then wait patiently for my return.  Our relationship
was purely sexual; I had _no_ illusions about that.  One night, Beth brought
over an X-rated video.  "Crys bought some of these after you broke up.
I've... watched a couple.  She said that you and her used to watch together,
to get in the mood," Beth hesitantly said.

   "We did every so often.  It was one of the ways we got hot for each other,
but it wasn't the only way.  Are you curious?"

   "No...  I-I-I mean that..."  Beth stammered, struggling to explain
herself.  I cut her off.

   "Are you curious about what it does to me?  Since you've seen a few
videos, I guess you know pretty much the point of what's on the screen," I
said.  Beth blushed and got real quiet.  I looked at the box; it was a Little
Oral Annie film.  "Beth," I sighed, "put the tape in, and come sit next to
me."  She obeyed quickly and returned, eagerly settling at my shoulder.  The
rose had already made it to her neck.

   "I like to watch my lovers," I explained as the tape started, "it enhances
the moment.  I like to watch you, Beth.  The way that the color rises on your
body; the way that your nostrils flare when you're aroused; all of these are
erotic to me."  Beth had lowered her eyelids, and the flush now covered her
cheeks.  "I like to hear you sigh when I touch you in a special place," I
continued.  To prove my point, I ran my hand very lightly across the nape of
her neck, drawing a tremble from the aroused girl.  Beth shakily let the
breath she was holding out.  "See?  I can make you respond to my touch; and
soon you'll be responding to my voice, because you know it will be followed
by my touch.  I don't have to fuck you; I only have to touch you.  Now you
need to learn how to do the same for me.  I like head, sweet thing, and you
are going to watch and learn how to give head."

   The tape was rolling, and Annie demonstrated her amazing feats of oralia
in the first scene.  Beth gasped as Crystal had, slack-jawed at the sight of
a thick male organ completely embedded in someone's throat.  "Before we are
finished, Beth, you will be able to do that to me.  Crystal can," I
coercively whispered, putting Beth's hand on the lump in my pants.  "No,
don't do anything yet.  Just _feel_ it pulse."  I watched the blowjob with
increasing arousal, but I didn't let Beth's hand do anything but sit on my
lap.

   A lesbian scene came on, and I waited for Beth to react.  She didn't,
except to shift uncomfortably on the sofa, her eyes looking at me
questioningly, then returning to the screen.  I ran my hand up her arm.  She
shivered in response and her breath caught in her throat.  One of the women,
a blonde, was obviously playing the femme role, and her dominant partner was
absorbed in the exquisite torture of pleasuring her.  The taller, red-headed
woman's face was buried in the blonde's muff.  The blonde was making feeble
attempts at resistance, weak protests interspersed with stage gasps and
moans.  The redhead picked up a dildo and slobbered on it while pumping at
her female toy with her other hand.  Beth was watching the scene intently
now, breathing a little faster, rocking unconsciously at my gentle touch on
her fully clothed back.

   The dominant partner burrowed