At that moment I pull into the parking lot of my apartment complex. I stop in the spot right beside Megan’s car, she can leave now if she wants.
“Do you want to come in and talk about it a little more?” I ask hopefully.
“I think I need to.”
As soon as we’re inside the clothes come off. I’ve been doing this for years, if Megan’s new to this habit, it sure doesn’t show. The apartment has a living room, but for me, it seems the most natural place for conversations like this is in my bed. Megan shows no reluctance whatsoever as we lay down, wrap our arms around one another, and feel our naked flesh pressing together. She wiggles around a bit, adjusting her position, and when she has one hand cupping my tit and another resting on my belly, she relaxes.
“I know this is a lot to process,” I begin, and it might take a long time…”
“Fuck that!” she interjects. “It’s processed as far as I’m concerned. This is what I want. Remember the night before last with you and Taylor, I said I never wanted one on one sex again? Well, now that I’m here alone with you, I guess I wouldn’t mind so much after all. I guess what I really need is people, whether it’s one person or a crowd, to just love me as I am and to be happy with what I want without treating me like dirt.”
“Nobody in our group is going to treat you like dirt,” I remind her. “You can forget about all the useless guys you dated before. You don’t even think about them.”
“I won’t,” she nods. “I think even with Taylor and Carl and Sonia I wouldn’t mind one on one with them sometimes. But not all the time. Not even most of the time. Oh, fuck, Tethys, I can’t believe how exciting that was to fuck Taylor with you there, or to fuck Carl with you and Sonia. I can’t believe it. I really can’t believe it. I had fantasized about threesomes and stuff, but I didn’t think it would be that good! It’s because I was doing it with the right people. And having you there with Taylor made me even more horny for Taylor, and having you and Sonia there with Carl made me even more horny for Carl! It was like you were giving me energy and desire. I said I wanted to sing, I really did. I want to sing while I straddle a guy and fuck his balls off! And their cum! It tasted so good! Taylor and Carl both! None of the guys I sucked off before tasted anything like that, they were kind of gross actually. Are Taylor and Carl sweet cum freaks or something?”
I laugh. “I think so, actually. Henri and Joe taste delicious too. I think it’s a requirement for being part of our group. Part of it is the fact that they’re healthy, they don’t smoke, they hardly drink, they eat right, they take good care of themselves. That goes a long way.”
“I think all the guys I dated before were smokers and probably drunks and druggies,” she wrinkles her face. “So you’re probably right. But I was shocked at how good it was. And yeah, I really did want to be immersed in it, and smeared with it, and to smell and taste like cum. And not just their cum. You and Sonia are delicious too.”
“And so are you, sweetie,” I answer. “And if you’re not careful I might just have to take another sample of your inventory!”
“Likewise, lover!” she responds.
There’s just one difficulty with that, other than the fact that I’m supposed to be working on my art by now and didn’t budget the whole day to make love to a young girl, no matter how beautiful. Today is also the day my period is scheduled to begin, and I can already feel the little twinges in my uterus as I suppose the lining is in the process of sluffing off and being expelled. I’ll be needing a tampon in just a few minutes, I suspect. Some women still enjoy sex during their periods, I don’t. For three days a month, I’m not horny. Just those three. I still enjoy sucking a cock or making love to a woman’s pussy, but I don’t want to be touched between my legs until it’s over. If anything, Megan’s hand on my belly has made me more acutely aware of my impending condition.
I pass the bad news on to Megan, and she accepts it graciously. “I’ve read that women in small primitive communities synchronize their periods,” she says. “Maybe we women can do that, and then the men will be out of luck with all of us simultaneously.”
“Ah, you’re crueler than I thought,” I giggle. Maybe we can work something like that out.
We caress and kiss and talk for a few more minutes, and then Megan moves to get dressed and set about her day.
“Reminder,” I remind her. “Are you still planning to go with us on Sunday to Jo and Joe’s?”
“You know I want to,” she says. “I’m excited about it. That’s what I was worried about earlier in the car, that maybe you guys would change your mind about that.”
“Never! And there’s more. I’m going to visit Hera on Friday. Her mother will probably be there, I’ll be done with my period, and we plan on orgasming each other to kingdom cum. Would you like to go with me and meet her? She doesn’t know about you yet, but I have no doubt that she’ll fall in love with you, and so will her mother!”
“I heard about her mother, didn’t I?” Megan laughs. “Is it fair to spring me on her like that?”
“I’ll warn her in advance. You game?”
“Sure!” she smiles.
“And Saturday,” I continue. “Traditionally I work out with Carl Saturday morning, and then we go to Hippie Hollow afterwards. Joe and Jo will be there. As of last Saturday, I think Sonia’s going to be a regular with us. You saw the video, they were fucking pretty spectacularly over there last time. I think they’ll make it a habit, if they don’t get arrested. I’d sure be happy if you could come with us then, too.”
“Really?” she’s almost leaping on her toes. “Oh fuck, that would be so fantastic! Won’t Taylor be there? When do I get to fuck Taylor again?”
”Taylor will probably be fucking Hera on Saturday. You’ll get your next chance at him Sunday at the party. And there will be plenty of chances after that, girlfriend!”
Megan leaves with a smile on her face, and I prepare myself for a few days of hermit life. It will be good for painting.
I’ve been on standard combo birth control pills for six years now, and I’m happy with them. Sure, I have to remember to take them every morning, but that’s never been a problem. I had tried the contraceptive injections prior to this, but I didn’t like the side effects, especially the fatigue and the unpredictable spotting. With the pill my cycle is predictable to within an hour. I bleed for two and a half days, not too heavily, and during that time my sex drive drops. But then the bleeding stops, my libido picks up, and I’m ready for adventure. I could set my watch by it, if I wore a watch. Not every woman responds to the pill as well as I do, but again, I’m a lucky girl. I like being able to predict in advance when I will and won’t be available, and I can schedule activities around it. I’ll be ready to work out at Carl’s Thursday night and enjoy whatever sex comes with that. I hope and expect it will be abundant.
I’m guessing Sonia will stick with a morning workout schedule, maybe even different days, especially now that she has to start getting into the rehearsal and creative cycle with her band, but I’m not certain. I wonder momentarily if Megan would want to work out with us that evening, in spite of my earlier thoughts of wanting Carl to myself at least some of the time. Then I remember that she’ll be at work that evening, so chances are Carl will be all mine after all. I smile at that thought. Still, we’ll have to work out some sort of schedule for Megan, I’m sure she’ll thrive being trained and fucked by Carl at least three times a week.
In the meantime, I have a painting commission to complete. I make the most of it, staying inside and staying naked the rest of Tuesday, all day Wednesday, and the first half of Thursday. I lose myself in the image that’s taking shape on the canvas, in the texture, the smell of linseed oil, the layering, and the endless tiny struggles that accompany the inevitable mismatches between my mental vision and the physical limitations of the medium and my talents.
The background is almost finished: a small bay with gentle waves lapping onto a pebbly shoreline, a rugged headland surrounding it, a distant opening into the vast ocean beyond, an orange Sun near the horizon. Is it sunrise or sunset? I leave the interpretation as an exercise for the interpreter. A few steps from the shore a large rock rises out of the water, and sitting on that rock is my Sea Goddess. The painting was commissioned as a mermaid, and my work on it had been steady and rather uninspired, until the events of the last two weeks. The inspiration was provided by Sonia, then Hera, and now, unexpectedly, Megan. If I’m honest, there’s a bit of me in the image as well. The mermaid is no more.
The Sea Goddess is facing the low Sun at a quarter angle, and turned a bit more than halfway from the viewer. She’s nude, but the pose is mostly innocent, a single breast visible from the side, her butt cheeks firmly settled onto the rock’s upper surface. Her legs are obviously spread, but the spread is away from the viewer’s curious eyes, open towards the Sun. An arm is gripping the rock behind her for support as she leans back enough for her hair to hang free of her shoulders. Her other arm is positioned to her front, but partially hidden so that it’s impossible to tell where here hand is. Again, it depends on the context that the viewer will inevitably provide for themselves.
The Sea Goddess is muscular. Her build is based on Sonia: compact, powerful, lean. Her face, at least the visible portion from the angle viewed, I recently modified to reflect Megan’s, and the hair matches hers as well. Megan’s build is similar enough to Sonia’s that it could work for either of them. The skin tone is my own, coppery, shiny, smooth. I like my skin, although it is no match for Sonia’s or Megan’s, it’s very nice, and responds well to the sunlight. The pose, the contemplative attitude, reminds me of Hera, giving the feeling of an unnamed surprise to come.
Leave a Reply