| Straight: Threesomes: Visiting the Doctor (3/10) |
 25 votes |
|||
Share This Story: BlinkList - del.icio.us - Furl - ma.gnolia - Spurl - Yahoo MyWeb - StumbleUpon |
||||
|
young Jane Birkin, but darker, with shorter, lighter hair. Long brown legs and twinkling, acorn eyes. She was a real free spirit but tough too. I heard her once negotiating on the phone with an art gallery and she made mincemeat of them. 'Armand was much more intense. Dark and brooding, and older, maybe forty-five. He was stocky and muscular. His hair was beginning to grey and go a bit thin – a little like your...' I suddenly realised what I'd said. 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude.' The doctor waved away my protests good-naturedly. 'But he was very handsome,' I added, trying to make amends. 'The atmosphere in the house was intoxicating. Hedonistic. It was as if anything was possible. There were no rules except one: provided you didn't hurt others, you owed it to yourself to grasp all of life's pleasures. Sometimes Isobel would spend the whole day wandering around, practically undressed. And she'd ask me the most intimate questions about Jamie as if they were perfectly normal: Did he make me come? Did he like to go down on me? I'd just laugh them off, but I sort of suspected she was interested in me, you know, amorously. She'd hold my hand when we were out walking, nuzzle up to me and, once, she kissed my neck when I wasn't looking. 'I think that I was a little in love with her too. At least, I adored being around her and loved her brushing my hair and fooling around with her when we were swimming in the lake. I wasn't a virgin and being with Jamie had woken a desire and curiosity that startled me. Even so, I knew little enough about making love to a man, let alone a woman.' 'What about Armand?' 'Armand's behaviour towards me was bizarre. One day he would hardly talk to me, the next he couldn't be more charming, paying me compliments and asking my opinion on everything under the sun. I found him attractive too and wondered what he would be like...' I looked over to the doctor '...in bed. But I would never have done anything to upset their relationship. 'I'm sorry, doctor, I haven't even told you about the dream yet.' The doctor smiled at me indulgently. 'One afternoon I was looking for Isobel. We'd agreed to go to the lake to swim, but she'd disappeared. I called out for her but there was no answer. So I started searching the house and came to the dining room. If I had waited for a moment before bursting in, I'd have heard the telltale sounds of their lovemaking. But I didn't. I barged in and was struck dumb. I can see it now as though it were a photograph. Isobel was spread naked across the table. Her legs were wrapped around Armand. He was also naked, standing over her. They were fucking – I mean, copulating – and must have stopped in mid-stroke. Isobel had one hand at her breast and the other between her legs. Armand was holding her by the hips. I was mesmerised: at once fascinated and horrified. Isobel smiled at me, propped herself up on an elbow and beckoned me over. Armand half-turned to the door and grinned invitingly.' 'What did you do?' 'I just stood there for what seemed like hours, unable to move, not knowing whether to stay |
  |
Damn Amaryllis !!! "Blazing 3 Points !"
