Maygent appeared soon thereafter, helping Janita to rise from the chair, and directed her to a guest bedroom in the eastern wing of the house.
Janita hated to ask the burning question, but just had to.
"Maygent, are you married?"
He turned and looked at her, pleasantly surprised.
"Yes…." he murmured quietly.
"Oh," was the simple response.
"Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason, really. I figured someone like you would be married."
They walked in awkward silence the remainder of the way to the bedroom, with only the sound of their footsteps and breathing lingering in the plush hallway.
"Would you like me to come by later on this evening?" he asked her carefully, as they approached the bedroom door.
She was taken aback. Was he hitting on her? He seemed so shy, so backward. Jim had been ignoring her all night. There was something about this man—this tall, curly-haired, shy man—that intrigued her.
"Alright," she heard herself say. A little smile from Maygent, and she was left in the dark room to her thoughts.
Jim was directed to another room on the opposite wing by Jiff Daff. He had seen his fiancée directed towards the other side of the house, but exhaustion had overcome him and sleep was all he could consider. The pair walked in silence, as Jiff Daff left Jim in the silence of the room, several doors down the same hallway of Frenkie's bedroom.
A couple of hours later, as Janita tossed and turned in the featherbed, the door to her room creaked slightly. Because she had always been a rather light sleeper, she jolted up in bed to see the lean, curly-haired silhouette of a man. It couldn't possibly be Maygent, could it? Immediately the vision of her limp-wristed fiancé came to mind. He wouldn't possibly come over to her room in the middle of the night, least of all in some strange house. Just in case it was him, though, she whispered his name innocently.
"Jim, is that you?"
The man approached quickly and silently, pulling back the canopy on Janita's canopy bed to reveal Maygent.
"Oh, Maygent," she managed to blurt. He was a bit taken aback.
"Did you not believe me when I asked to come by?"
"No, it's not that," Janita managed to murmur. "I'm just… a bit shy."
"I understand," he said. "I should have considered more before I offered to come by. You have a fiancé and you must feel committed to him, and I'm married, and—"
"No, please, it's not that," she replied.
He sank onto the bed, leaning towards her. "Then what is it?"
"I'm shy," she responded. "I've… never done anything before. I'm a vir—"
"I'm sorry," he hastily said. "I didn't kno—"
Her earnest look made him speak again.
"Do you still want to—do this then?"
"Yes, I mean—well, um, YES," she responded quickly.
"Very well then; now are you sure? I don't want to pressure you, but you are so beautiful and refined and—well, I feel strange admitting this, but I'm afraid I've fallen for you, head over heels."
"Really?" She blushed a deep shade of red. "After only a small time of knowing me?"
"Yes, I really would love to get to know you better… starting now," he said, smirking boyishly.
Sparing the specific details, I may add that they did indeed get to know each other much better that night, with Maygent proposing that he would soon be divorcing his wife for Janita. A sad fate for his three children, but with Janita perhaps becoming his second wife, they would better cope. Of course you are all thinking, how could something like that have happened so fast? The only way I can respond to this is that, this sort of thing happens every day, but apparently not to you disbelievers. The memory of Jim within Janita's mind was flushed completely away, for this sexual experience had aided her in realizing something about her chaste fiancé of six years.
Jim, in his bedroom a few doors down from Frenkie's bedroom suite, could only stare at the ceiling in expectations of a midnight visit. However, this midnight visit, he hoped, would not be from his fiancée or from Maria, the groupie with a heart of gold; this visit, he prayed, would be from the man himself, Frenk M. Curry.
No sooner had his thoughts bounced about in his head with the dozen chimes of the grandfather clock, than his bedroom door groaned softly and a lean figure stood at the entrance, shadowed by the intense light of the hallway. First, of course, he had to be certain that if it was indeed Janita, that his cover was not blown.
"Is that you, Janita?" he spoke at the figure, crossing his fingers beneath the satin sheets that he was wrong.
"As a matter of fact, it is not," the deep male voice answered in a hesitant British accent. He approached Jim's bed slowly, almost timidly.
"Who is it then?" Jim asked, feeling chills run down his spine. This confrontation apparently excited him greatly, and instead of the feelings confusing him; they gave him a sense of understanding.
"It's… Frenkie," the man said, allowing the light of the hallway to shine upon his pale face, as he squatted near the bed. "I… couldn't help but notice earlier your apparent—interest in me; is this accurate?"
"Yes—well, I mean, YES," Jim responded enthusiastically.
"Is… it the kind of interest that a midnight visit might be appropriate for?"
Jim was quite stimulated by this man's shy demeanor and incredible charm. He looked down at the comforter, and knew how to respond. This was no night at the Bodson house; this was serious physical attraction, gender be damned.
"Yes," he answered simply.
"Then… let's get to it, shall we?" Frenkie added with a serious note, as he slid under the covers next to Jim.
Jim knew that Frenkie had been with Bocky previously, for he still smelled of sweat and saliva and his nightshirt was on backwards. Even so, seeing the well-built man in his bed, wanting him, drove him wild inside.
As with Janita and Maygent's experience, I will not go into excruciating detail, but I must say, Jim and Frenkie's physical relationship was begun that night. Jim realized some things about himself, and accepted them, knowing that there was a person lying next to him, desiring him, and leading him through the steps to pleasure. Although, he had to admit, it definitely hurt the first time, whether giving or receiving. And that is all I will disclose to you for now.
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