There was a pause and Anne sounded amused, “It seems you impressed Beth.”
“What?” I replied.
“I just got a text from her.”
I was a bit embarrassed, it was about how I couldn’t keep my cock under control. I said, “Oh God, don’t tell me about it, I don’t want to know… really.”
Anne giggled, “Ok, but it isn’t a bad Yelp review.”
“Oh for God sake, hush” I said and we went on to talk about anything but… that.
The next morning I was up at 6 am and Beth was already in her office on a call. I could hear she was raging at someone at first but then things seemed to calm down. Around 7:45 am she came out. I surprised her with a coffee and bagel. It was about all I could manage under the circumstances.
She was in a much improved mood from last night’s call.
“Well?” I asked.
“They got it filed. By hook or by crook get it done.” she said, it was one of her mantras, “How about you? Hear from Anne at all?”
I looked up from my tea. She had the biggest smirk on her face.
Pointing at her with my bagel, “You madam are an awful person. Gossiping about my bits.” Then it occurred to me I could have a lot of fun with this and decided to drive this a different direction. “But honestly, I was a bit disappointed, you don’t know the code do you? Anne knows the code, I’m surprised she didn’t mention it.”
She looked quizzically at me, “Code?”
“Oh yes, the code of the Cock.” I said.
She sat back in her chair hiding behind her bagel and grinned, “Code of the cock?” She shook her head, “no, haven’t heard of that one.”
I sat forward trying to look as serious as I could while pointing a bagel, “Yes, it’s like the old samurai codes. If a sword is unsheathed it must draw blood before it could be re-sheathed.”
“Oh, ancient samurai huh?” she smiled.
“Indeed, if a cock is aroused it must be, uh… um… ” think, think, “RELIEVED! yes it must be relieved before it can be re-sheathed, as it were.”
Beth wasn’t one to spar with, “Well that code doesn’t really apply here does it?
“Of course it does,” I said.
“Ya? Well after last night I know you don’t have a sheath” she teased as she got up to take her cup and saucer to the sink but as she passed me, SMACK! I got slapped on the back of the head, “dork” she said.
“Hey!… technicalities, technicalities…”
SMACK again as she took the cup out of my hand and picked up the saucer. “Dork AND Pervert” she said as she walked away.
I chuckled and looked out the window, she was commenting on me being circumsized, then I said, “Well, it was worth a try, after all, I am helpless and entirely at your tender mercies.” I waggled my hands at her in helplessness.
She turned and had this, “Tender mercies my ass, you’re so full of bullshit” look on her face. “You do just fine, well at least after your oxy you do.”
I tried my best to look innocent, “I had to try.”
The visit to the Dr went well. I was healing well but not as quickly as she would have liked. Her manipulating my hands hurt like hell. I suppose that’s why it’s called “Practicing Medicine” because they still don’t know what the fuck they’re doing. I ached all day after that.
The oxy helped deaden the throbbing but I was still fairly miserable.
Anyway…
As usual, after supper Beth excused herself to go shower and change clothes into her “movie watching attire” as she called it. She showers daily. Basically she changed into silk night clothes, those being a button up short sleeved top and mid thigh length shorts. Each night she had a different color and style but always a top and shorts. I waited for her in the “cave” as Kev calls it. Basically a really nice TV or movie room. They had a large wide over stuffed leather love seat in the center with two theatre style seats elevated and behind the love seat. I took my usual seat in the second row on the right. Beth came in and as she walked to her usual seat on the left of the loveseat said, “No, no, down next to me,” gesturing to the right seat on the love seat. Then she plopped down and watched me as I sat down next to her. A bit to my surprise, but as was her norm when Kev was there, she kicked off her slippers and turned sideways putting her feet on my lap.
I didn’t mind at all, I’d been admiring her feet for quite some time. I looked at them and piped up, “Anyone ever told you you have lovely feet?”
She raised her right foot a bit, “Not that I can recall,” she moved her foot about at the ankle, she wrinkled her nose saying, “you think so?”
I cradled her ankle and said, “Yup, very attractive, well cared for, really very nice.” I replied. Wiggling her toes she said with a smile, “Never thought you for a foot person.”
I shrugged, “Oh, I’m not… I’m just being honest and admiring the view” but without really thinking I gently stroked the top of her foot.
She gave me a side look and said, “You forget I can detect bullshit at over a mile. Give it a rest,” before getting up and saying, “I need a refill.” She usually had a glass of wine at night before bedtime. Said it relaxed her.
When she returned with her refill she put her feet back onto my lap but covered herself with a lovely soft woolen blanket. She surfed for a bit before asking, “How about Rome?”
I mentioned again, “Sure, there’s lots of swearing and nudity. But, the first episode is my favorite. There’s a lot going on as they introduce characters and set the tone.” I replied, “but, you know, nudity and sex.”
She paused for a moment and then looked at me, “Ok, lets watch it but don’t tell Kev, it’ll be our little secret” before finding it and starting episode one. She sat asking questions from time to time, a woman’s prerogative of course. At the bath scene where Atia of the Julii (played by Polly Walker) steps full frontal nude from the bath I glanced at her. She leaned heavily on the left arm rest and had pulled her feet up under her butt, she was engrossed. Later when Atia was on top of one of her servants fucking, once again full frontal with nothing to be imagined, Beth’s hand was before her mouth but she was entranced by the scene.
I have to admit, I liked that scene. Polly Walker is one gorgeous woman, wonky nipples but still gorgeous.
When the episode was over she was quiet for a bit so I filled the void.
“Like I mentioned, it’s very over dramatized but the way the Romans treated their slaves, plebs, and for the most part their, uh… amorous activities are pretty well documented” I said in my most scholarly voice.
Almost absent mindedly she put her feet back onto my lap while saying, “It was a very different time, wasn’t it.”
“Very, very different. There’s a lot of Roman history or rather history in general condemned nowadays. But history taken out of context really chaps my ass.” She laughed at that. But I continued, “Judging the actions of ancients by today’s standards, whether it be slavery or sex or conquest is unfair and does neither history nor yourself justice. Context must be understood…” I noticed her looking over her glasses at me. “Oh, sorry, I’m on my soap box again.”
I have a Masters in History from University of California Riverside and judging history through a modern lens was the basis for my thesis. A position not liked by my thesis supervisor but she accepted my argument as valid. I suppose our brief relationship may have effected her judgement. She was much much younger than I was she was my sole dalliance, getting her into bed was a major accomplishment all in itself.
Out of the blue she asks, “Well what about sex in Rome? Did Roman women really screw the slaves?”
“Oh, well… yes. Slaves were property used as one liked. In fact having sex with a gladiator is well documented. Discoveries in Pompeii show that there were many brothels, like hundreds in the city, much sexual graffiti along with depictions of sexual acts in and around the brothels, phalluses all over the place, they even found a price list! Each act had a different price.”
She perked up at the mention of “depictions of sexual acts”, “Depictions? You mean statues?”
I nodded, “Well yes, there are statues, Pan and his conquests, mostly phalluses and such, in Pompeii there a many murals, paintings showing pretty much everything on offer.”
She looked amazed, “Really?”
“Ya, wanna see some?”
“Oh, God yes,” she said with a bit too much enthusiasm. She sat up and then switched positions, pulling her feet up under her and shifting so that she was leaning against my left arm. All that movement caused her breasts to swing around, no… as I’ve mentioned, she didn’t wear a bra at night. So, those mounds moving around under the silk were topped by impossible to hide pokies. Her moving around also launched a waft of air at me. God damn she smelled lovely after she showered.
I think she noticed me notice her nipples because she crossed her arms and lifted her chin to see my tablet.
On the internet there are many pictures of the paintings discovered in Pompeii. In all their pornographic glory. I started scrolling through.
Up came a naked woman on a couch with an equally naked man standing behind her. A naked man laying on a couch with a naked woman on him followed by a similar painting but the woman had her hand between her legs either pleasuring herself or putting him insider her, take your pick. A standing man with a gigantic un-circumsized cock. A naked man sitting with a clothed woman’s head between his legs. A naked woman laying back on a couch with a naked man kneeling between her spread legs. They went on and on and Beth was mesmerized asking me to slow down as I scrolled through them. She examined each quite closely.
I was internally snickering because her comments were not so much about the Romans as they were about the positions and oversized cocks.
She eventually took the tablet and cast the pictures onto the TV and scrolled on her own a bit. I filled the silence with, “Just as now morals changed quite regularly, sometimes influenced by the Emperor, but over the years two acts remained looked down upon and degrading so no respectful Roman woman would ever submit to or perform them. In all those paintings there are only 2 depicting one of these acts.”
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