My stomach twisted as I watched Connie try to press herself between the two men, only to earn the wrath of both of them. Clearly disgusted, she threw up her hands and stalked off.
I couldn’t believe I’d made such a stupid mistake! Feeling nauseated, I turned just in time to heave up over the side of the couch and pass out.
The sound of cheers and slow jazz in time with my woozy thoughts brought me back to consciousness. Connie was dancing again, but this time she was wearing only underwear and the men around her were watchers rather than participants.
If there had been anything left in my stomach, I would have thrown up again, but I settled for dry heaving and closing my eyes to try and block out the sight of what I’d done. Walking out felt like it was physically beyond me.
The weight of somebody flopping onto the couch jolted me back to semi-consciousness. I opened my eyes to see Connie sprawled beside me.
“I guess we both had too much to drink tonight,” she slurred, making no attempt to cover herself. “I can’t believe I did that.”
My mind stumbled, trying to think of a response that wouldn’t leave me in tears, and then Danny was standing in front of us.
“Lloyd, you dog!” he swore admiringly. “I was feeling sorry for you, but I guess I didn’t need to worry. You are such the ladies’ man!” His shirt wasn’t tucked in, or completely buttoned, so apparently he hadn’t been worrying too much. He raised a glass in salute, giving the pair of us a knowing look, and disappeared again.
“Bastard!” Connie yelped, and punched me unexpectedly.
“What?” I asked, trying ineptly to defend myself in case she tried a follow-up blow.
“You womanizing bastard!” she repeated. “You know Alexandra came home and cried all night after she found you and Susan together?!”
I gaped, completely off balance and surprised.
“She’s engaged to another man and shouldn’t be thinking about you at all! Not only do you chase her and destroy her happiness and present yourself as trustworthy, you go screwing around with other women! Going out with Danny — I should have known. She’s way too good for the likes of you. You deserve to burn in Hell!”
Connie stopped for a moment to catch her breath. “You wanna fuck me too?” she asked defiantly.
I realized I did. My blood was up at her unjust slander, and it still had a lot of alcohol in it. I stared inside her, only partially aware of what I really was doing, and watched her mind shimmer. Wordlessly I unzipped myself, extracting my erection, and watched to see what she did.
Ignoring the bystanders who’d listened to the argument and were now watching in wonder, Connie pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and took a few steps sideways so she could sit on my cock. She was so wet that I slid right in, and then I held her upright while she began to bounce in my lap.
My load had been building all night, and I came pretty quickly, unloading spurts of jism deep inside her molten cunt. Connie started pumping faster when she felt me get off, but she shuddered and moaned when a newcomer asked another spectator, “Are they…?”
I shifted my grip up to Connie’s breasts, feeling her erect nipples, and bucked a few times. “Who’s slutting around now?” I whispered in her ear, and felt her clench around me as she orgasmed.
“Oh my gosh, don’t they have any shame?” whispered one girl with eyes as big as her open mouth.
Shame hadn’t been on my radar up to that point, but my cock returned some control to my brain and our surroundings pressed in on me. Stunned observers had turned me on a few minutes ago, but now all I wanted to do was shrink in behind Connie and disappear. I settled for the next best thing, and took her home — it didn’t seem likely the guy she arrived with would be willing to do the honors.
Connie spoke only one word to me on that trip. “Thanks,” she told me curtly before slamming the door and staggering up to the door of her building.
Alex didn’t talk about her outing with Jonathan, and I didn’t talk about my night out with Danny and Connie. If I could have undone it completely or even just forgotten it, I would have done that too. Instead, I waited until just before the end of the day Tuesday before presenting her with my present. “Happy birthday,” I told her simply.
Susan hadn’t bothered to appear that day, so it was just the two of us sitting in her office. Alex opened the wrapping and looked at the book for a moment without speaking. It was an autographed copy of “Verbal Behavior” and I hadn’t quite had to resort to human sacrifice to obtain it, but it had taken effort.
My industry was more than rewarded by the moisture in Alex’s eyes and the fierce hug she gave me. “Thank you,” she whispered, and neither of us said anything more for a long minute. Alex finally sat back in her chair and stroked the book’s cover gently before looking up at me.
“Can I ask you a favor?” she finally said.
“Certainly.” I already knew I’d say yes, no matter what she asked, and I think maybe Alex knew that too.
“Will you escort me to the awards convocation next month? I’m getting the Herbst Award, and Jonathan has a conflict.”
The Herbst Award was presented to the outstanding master’s candidate at the university and included a stipend for doctoral work. It was a huge coup for Alex. “Jonathan is an utter moron; I’d be honored to escort you, Alex.”
Offense at my slur warred with pleasure at my acceptance, but Alex finally settled on a smile. It felt like it was my birthday instead of hers.
The evening of the convocation was unseasonably warm for April. Alex was a vision in a navy dress that channeled Jackie Kennedy. I could hardly tear my eyes away from her, even when Connie flashed me while Alex’s back was turned. I almost put the pin for her corsage into Alex’s breast.
The hours that followed were perhaps the happiest in my life to date. It was incredibly easy to pretend we were a couple and Alex wasn’t engaged to some other guy. She was luminous, in her element, and loving every moment of it. The conversation was erudite, and we both knew most of the other attendees and honorees, if only casually.
Neither of us was in a mood to go home when the reception was over, so we found a lounge and had coffee. No longer inhibited by other listeners, our conversation shifted to our own research project.
“Think of the possibilities!” Alex enthused, leaning towards me so her voice carried over the sound of the small band in the back corner. “The therapeutic applications alone are endless, if we can just work out the control issues.”
“Yeah,” I sighed, “control.” I’d been a good boy all night, but my penis was coming to life. I was no dancer, and the thought Alex probably was intimidated me, but I watched other couples moving on the floor and wished I could hold her that way. Don’t screw this up, Lloyd! I told myself and stepped firmly on the impulse.
“I’m only one man, Alex,” I protested gently. “Even if I knew what I was doing — which I don’t — the human mind is a complex thing. I’m like a bull in a china shop, and there are a lot of china shops out there, more than I could visit in several lifetimes.”
She smiled and cocked her head, distracting me with the line of her neck, which was unobscured by hair tonight; Alex had put it up for the evening. “You’re no bull. Think of a surgeon, wearing boxing gloves. You’re down to mittens, now. The regular gloves will come in time, I know it, and then we’ll work on making them thinner and thinner.”
“An elegant analogy from an elegant lady,” I conceded the point. I was equally entranced by her unconscious use of the word “we.” I could see major problems with pursuing formal studies beyond Alex’s current thesis, but I refused to think about them. “What do you plan to do, after this?” I asked directly for the first time.
“Jonathan wants me to stay home, or maybe teach.” Alex’s expression twisted momentarily. “He says he can provide for us, and we can get ahead best by focusing on his career.”
I waited, wearing a hopefully encouraging expression, and didn’t try to force the pace of the conversation or make a pithy comment.
“Yeah, I know — what do I want?” She pursed lips colored the deep red of Midnight Siren and ran a finger along the edge of her saucer. “Well, I didn’t work this hard to get my Master’s so I could bake pies or wipe the nose of some second-grader.” Alex looked up at me through dark lashes. “I want to dance.”
“What?” I was sure I’d misheard her.
“Will you dance with me?”
The really sad thing was her expression said she was afraid I was going to refuse. There were any number of good reasons why I should, but they counted for nothing in the face of my desire and her need. “Watch your toes,” I warned her, and extended a hand to help her stand.
We surprised ourselves by dancing until the end of the set. I wasn’t as bad as I’d feared, and Alex was so graceful I knew nobody was paying attention to me anyway. There was a slow number that was almost my undoing; the feel of her sinuous body against mine was heaven, but Alex gave no indication she’d noticed the raging erection trapped inside my underwear.
I knew I was going to have to find Susan, or Yelena, or somebody later. Of course, the girl I really wanted was standing in my arms, but when she laid her head against my shoulder, I knew there was no way I could abuse Alex’s trust in me, no matter the provocation.
The swing that concluded the set left me a little breathless, not just from the exertion, and both of us were laughing. It seemed a good time to end the evening, before I did something we’d both regret. The drive back to Alex’s apartment went too quickly for my taste, and to cap it off, Alex perked up at the sight of the ’61 Studebaker parked in front of the building.
“Jonathan!” she told me, and barely let the car come to a stop before she hammered the door to pop the latch and climbed out.
How could she have gone from seeming ambivalence to excitement so quickly? Alex’s enthusiasm depressed me, but it seemed churlish not to escort her at least to her apartment door. Besides, I refused to abandon the field entirely to my opponent. I set the parking brake and managed to catch up to Alex on the stairway. She already had her key out, and managed to insert it and twist the knob in one smooth motion.
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