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P3 picks up where Ch.5 left off. Explicit!
San Francisco c. 1978 Part III
P1: The Meeting
I'm once again waiting on the bed for Sookie to emerge from the bathroom, my eager 'package' wrapped and ready for her. The candles paint a soft glow on the walls; only the bed with its antique pearl silk sheets is clearly visible. I cast my thoughts back to our first meeting at the Elephant Bar so many months ago.
After an invigorating sail around the Farallon Islands with my business partner Felipe, my job being the charming of some institutional investors into submission, I exited the sloop at the Marina and made my way back to the Embarcadero to pick up my Porsche. I was enjoying the speculative looks I was getting from those I passed; I could feel my grin surfacing in spite of my uncertain mood. I had no plans for the evening, very unusual for me.
I decided to cut through the sidewalk bar to try my luck. My balls were aching as it had been too long since my last encounter with the opposite sex. I reminded myself I had sworn off the anonymous trysts in Golden Gate Park in the secluded byways those of us who needed such releases had scoped out and memorized. Heterosexual all the way, I said firmly, but silently. I spotted a likely candidate for my attentions in a long-haired luscious blonde at a table in the furthest corner. She seemed upon my cursory examination to meet all of my criteria. Her clothing was conservatively cut and designer, her grooming was immaculate, and she was alone. I casually plotted my way through the tables, relishing that all eyes, both male and female, were following my progress, including her. I gave her my most ravishing smile, and then faltered.
I hoped the near stumble was imperceptible to those watching me. This golden girl was not unknown me. Her thoroughly incongruous name came immediately to mind, 'Sookie Stackhouse'. This was the same innocent Midwestern girl my unusually stoic brother had pined for before marrying my Selah, pined as if she were lost to him forever. I would have picked up a phone and simply called her, for god's sake.
What was she doing in a bar near the Marina?, I wondered briefly. I knew she hadn't seen Eric. I would have heard about it from him. Wait, I was on! She was looking at me in astonishment, her full, tantalizingly pink lips unconsciously forming a perfect 'O' shape that I flashed on filling with my now stirring cock. She had matured into an amazingly succulent piece of female flesh. Damn. My idiot brother certainly should never have let this one get away.
"Sookie, yes? Although we know each other very well, I'm fairly certain we were never introduced that night in my twin's bedroom."
I could have taken her right there in the bar; her reaction to my words was that compelling. Her lovely violet-blue eyes were as stunning as I remembered in the muted light from the dresser lamp, although looking her over closely all I could see now was the image of her naked, parted thighs superimposed on her conservative outfit. Did she work in the financial district? Why had I never seen her around before now?
I came back to the moment to become very aware that she had not spoken. Was she going to snub me?
"Mind if join you? I'm Sven Nordmon, if you don't recall. I myself never forget a beautiful woman." I gave her my most persuasive smile that never failed to seal the deal with a reluctant potential client or any bed partner of my choosing.
And still, she kept me standing like some kind of teenage supplicant. Standing at attention in more ways than one, I noticed. If I wasn't invited to sit down soon, my excited condition would become very uncomfortable as well as visible to this fairy-tale like creature holding my fate (and my ego) in her delicate, manicured hands. I took a deep breath to steady myself but was saved when she finally responded: 'Please. Sit."
I kept my relief to myself as I sunk down on the couch as close to her as I dared. Yes, I was an opportunist, no regrets.
She was following the movement of my hand on my thigh as I rubbed it over my well-cut white slacks. The outline of my own heavily muscled thigh was clearly visible beneath my splayed fingers. I caught her eyes sweeping up my leg and stopping at my crotch. This was a game I enjoyed; I'm a master at it but never passed on the opportunity for a little more practice.
"So, what finds you in San Francisco?" I kept a bland expression on my face but I began plotting how I would use this lovely woman to satisfy myself tonight. Dinner and a saunter through the Marina district should suffice to convince her to return to the apartment I keep in the City for just such activities. She began babbling something about Stanford. I realized she is in the M.B.A. program. That was unusual. I focused on the sound of her voice. It was cultured, educated and very melodious. I began to feel the slightest stirrings of interest in places other than my cock. What was she saying now?
"….in the Bay area, being accepted into the program seemed too good to pass up. I've just come from a third round of interviews with E.F. Hutton for a paid position as a summer intern in their offices in Palo Alto."
Wish I'd known she was interviewing. I imagined seeing her in our offices every day. Her hair tucked behind her ear, black-framed glasses perched on her nose as she hunches over reams of company reports; she be working for me as a low level market analyst desperately seeking some way to distinguish her to me…. I would offer her the office next to mine and every lunch hour would find her beneath me, either on her knees or on the desk with her black silk stockings…Whoa!
She was waiting for my response. What was she saying?
"So, will they make you an offer?" I'm counting on it being an appropriate response.
"I expect so. They agreed to call me tomorrow, but the last interviewer said to expect a very nice offer. I'm ranked number two in my graduating class."
That sealed the deal for me. Sexy and smart. Probably not a tart, though, so I'd have to work on my presentation.
Fine by me. "Well, let's celebrate. Can I take you to dinner, Sookie?"
"Only if you begin calling me Susannah. Sookie was a childhood name my parents used for me." I smiled, but I was speculating about her willingness to even speak with me. I had not forgotten my exploration of her that night, sucking eagerly on her exposed crinkled pink nipple while slipping my fingers over her flat stomach into her soaked center, only to find that she had not had sex with my twin that night. If I hadn't been so stoned and horny, I doubt I would have been so crazed. In the past, Eric and I had frequented hookers together after we came of age. I enjoyed seeing my little brother learning his way around a woman. We had often taken the same hooker together, but always with her consent. She would receive a very generous bonus for the service. We'd never met in bed over any woman either of us cared for beyond a sex partner. I'd thought often of inviting Eric to join my ex Selah and me as she had bugged me about it almost incessantly as soon as I had begun seeing her, but never followed through.
I looked up and sensed there had been a long silence between us. My turn to speak, evidently.
I was sure Susannah was no longer a virgin, but I could not stop myself from reviewing the possible scenarios. I reluctantly dropped that line of thinking.
"I'll call you Susannah, then. I'm pleased you have agreed to dinner with me. I am taking you to a favorite haunt of mine tonight. The setting is very intime. Wonderful oysters, cracked crab and sublime desserts. Fog City Diner? Do you know of it?"
Susannah appeared deep in thought. I'm not certain she was even listening to me. She certainly wasn't hanging on my every word, as women of all ages did in my presence. Why not? I tried again to reach her. Was she exhausted after meeting with those clowns at Hutton? I would make a call or two if that was where she wished to intern this summer.
"Let's go. Want to take a taxi, or feel like walking? It is several blocks but we can take it easy."
She nodded in agreement and shifted her legs out from under the table. She is wearing shimmery hose with spike heels that emphasized the shapeliness of her legs. I was barely able to stop a small moan from escaping my lips. Another vision hit me, as I saw those legs wrapped tightly around my waist as I pounded into her standing in front of a full length mirror, her wrists tied behind her back with a dark red silk scarf, her long blonde hair trailing down her creamy backside, her eyes wild with want as she screams my name in a ragged, throaty voice….
I hustled her out of the bar before she had a chance to change her mind. We walked swiftly to the diner while I tried to distract myself with small talk about things I had heard in passing this afternoon. I finally settled into the topic of the irresponsible destruction of the coastal lighthouses and was able to focus on something besides visions of her naked and begging for me to take her.
The menu is offered and we made our selections. I settled back into the padded cushions. I felt some remorse for my actions that night several years ago. I told her so. "I'm thinking maybe you will accept dinner as an apology from me? That night, I did not know that you and my twin were…that you were still an innocent." I winced and waited for her to graciously accept my charming little speech. I continued waiting and noticed her eyes are slightly dreamy. Was she remembering that night, as I recalled I was naked and wrapped around her, my erection pressed firmly against her thigh before Eric went berserker and started beating on me?
Her response was not what I expected.
"You could redeem yourself by telling me what happened after you both left. I walked back home in the dark, and never saw Eric again." She gave me a very stern look before she picked up her wussy little cocktail and took a healthy swig.
I'm intrigued and distracted again, imagining the delightful role-playing we could get into together if she were to be a stern little disciplinarian boss and I were to be a misbehaved job applicant sentenced to painful punishment involving switches and gags.
I'm stalling, I reminded myself. It was a simple explanation, really. Eric had stormed off to walk down to the dock to smoke a joint. It seemed to be his favorite escape when the pressure was on him. I'd followed him to make certain he did not fall in the lake. I would be just like him to be too stoned to remember to swim, and simply let himself sink like a rock. We'd sat outside on the dock, expecting Sookie to join us eventually. After more than an hour, however, with both of us feeling very, very mellow again, we'd returned to find she'd taken some clothes of Eric's and evidently chosen to walk home. 'So much for that chick', had been my response.
Mister Serious's response to the news was surprising. Keeping his face hidden in the shadows, he confessed that he thought he might be in love. "With Selah?" My surprise showed; after all he'd just last month broken it off with the faithless whore, or FW, as I preferred to think of her. I was glad he'd dumped her. She'd certainly crushed me. I'd had suicidal thoughts for months after I transferred to UCLA but couldn't drop out because of the Draft. I'd eventually recovered and resolved to never again offer my heart to any man or woman.
"With Sookie. We are going to spend next summer together in Iceland. Have I blown it with her by my irrational display of anger tonight? " He looked to me for confirmation that everything would be ok.
I was speechless. My twin was planning on being with that little innocent chick I'd nearly deflowered tonight? Unexpectedly, a huge wave of an intense green-tinged emotion swept over me. My brother was in love and maybe planning to eventually marry some girl he barely knew? WTF?
It had taken only the blink of an eye for these memories to surface while Susannah waited for my answer. What to say to her question? I knew what I'd done. But what to say?
"As twins, we were always competitive." I paused, shifting in my seat. "I should not have done what I did. Look, it was a long time ago. Let's move on. I'm a stockbroker myself. We seem to have some things in common. Who did you interview with at Hutton? Maybe I can do some behind the scenes snooping and put in a good word for you."
She seemed to accept my explanation and our conversation returned to more casual topics. When dessert came, I was more than interested in seeing her reactions to the tiramisu. She teased me without hesitation, forming her lips I'd been staring at in fascination all evening into the perfect shape for what I'd had in mind to do later with her. I had not imagined any woman could make me feel so lightheaded and reckless after Selah, but I'd found myself abandoning my plans for her seduction in favor of seeing her again over the weekend.
Back at the cars, the chaste goodnight peck I'd anticipated morphed into a breathless mashing of lips and intertwining of tongues, my hands running through her hair, softer than I'd imagined, as she grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me into her hips. She at least had regained her senses eventually and had pulled away from me. I too had taken a step back as I was in danger of losing control, if I hadn't already.
Driving alone back to Woodside that night down Highway 280, a niggling thought. Her response to me was unusual, even for me. Was she reacting to me, Sven, or the fact that I looked and probably smelled exactly like Eric, albeit with darker coloring? No matter; I'd see her again tomorrow night after work.
P2: The Decision
The intervening months had passed swiftly. I slowly realized that Sookie and I were spending all of our free time together. It felt very right to do so. Sex with her was incredible. She'd had a very vanilla introduction but was open to exploring my preferences. I had not felt any urges to walk on the wild side in a very long time and was relieved that Max finally had stopped calling me. It was truly over, I told myself.
The summer easily blended into fall and then Thanksgiving. I'd been expected to join my parents and other relatives in Hawaii for our annual gathering, but had begged off citing work obligations. That left me free to spend it with Sookie in uninterrupted explorations. I was insatiable, even for me.
Eric, learning from the parents that I wasn't coming had called me, curious why I was missing Hawaii. He knew I always enjoyed sailing around the islands. He and I usually made a hike into Hawai'i Volcanoes National Park to check the status of Kilauea for possible activity. He'd been talking about the likelihood of an eruption as inevitable within the next five years for some time now. It was a busman's holiday for him, but an interest we continued to share as we grew older and more independent of our twin.
It didn't seem the time to tell him I'd run into one of his former adventures. (Although I'd finally admitted to myself that she had meant much more than that to Eric.) I wasn't too sure about his reaction. I knew he'd grown to hate Selah. There were rumors the FW was openly screwing both men and women on field surveys as well as back in Santa Cruz. Again, they were both uncomfortably tied at the hip as each also held teaching positions at UCSC when not engaged in their ongoing research projects in Iceland. He had been gone an unusually long period on this leg, but they'd be back in March for at least a year. I couldn't keep Sookie a secret much longer.
"So, little brother, when do you arrive for Christmas holidays?" I'd queried him with some trepidation.
"Cut the little brother shit, Sven. It gets old. Can you meet us at SFO on the nineteenth?" Phone service to Reykjavik had improved greatly over the last three years with the introduction of newer cable technology spanning the ocean floor. Expensive, but my firm had made a bundle on backing the stock of the companies involved.
"Sure. How long will you stay?"
"Two weeks if I can tolerate the pretence for that length of time without blowing." He made no bones about his distaste for my former lover around me. "Are you and Max staying at the Mill Valley condo again?"
"Max dumped me again, right after you left in January." There, I was able to say it and feel nothing. "This time it is permanent."
Eric's disgruntled tone changed. "Sven, when did it happen?" he asked quietly.
"Look, Eric, it was over a long time ago." I said. I wondered if he would ask any more questions of a personal nature, but didn't expect it from him.
"What did you do with the rowhouse in Noe Valley you two owned?" Nope.
"Sold it. I bought a townhouse in Russian Hill with my share of the proceeds. It is rented right now." I paused and gathered my thoughts. "I heard Max moved back to La Jolla. He is out of my life."
His questions were beginning to annoy me, but I let him continue. Kept carefully hidden behind Eric's stern visage was a warm, emotional man who cared deeply about all the right things. I kept expecting him to break off his ties to the FW and seek companionship elsewhere to ease his pain. But he was too honorable to do so. Max and I had questioned what FW got out of the relationship that kept her around. Maybe it was the semblance of seemliness. I hoped little brother would survive the inevitable breakup of his marriage. I idly wondered what the catalyst might be. That the fallout would be horrific was inevitable.
My conversation with Eric wound down to its natural conclusion. Meanwhile, my thoughts were centered on what to do with Sookie during Eric's visit.
While I was still stewing about the best course of action, torn between wanting to show off my lovely blonde companion versus keeping her all to myself and away from Eric's prying eyes, she brought it to a head by quizzing me about the Christmas holidays.
As soon as she had asked about my plans, I was overcome again with guilt about leaving her alone. I had finally resolved to nudge her into returning home to her family. The Eric problem, as I'd come to think of it to myself, could be put off until the spring. In the interim, something might happen between us. Again, I was kidding myself. I had seen the perfect ring for her in a store in Santa Barbara two months ago and purchased it. It seemed to symbolize the joining of our two disparate selves, her golden perfection surrounded by my deepening dark desires and affection.
Unlike the usual reactions of most of my former partners, particularly the two lovers who had most affected me, Selah and Max, Sookie had surprised me by accepting without complaint my suggestion she return to the Midwest. 'A pearl without price' came to mind. I was immensely grateful to her for avoiding a jealous scene.
When she continued sharing her thoughts, advising me to get used to seeing less of her, too late I realized I was in danger of being dumped and left shattered yet again. She advised me in a dispassionate tone she would be busy, able to give me less of her time in the spring. I felt my insides shrivel. I'd never told Sookie I loved her. Maybe I'd made a mistake, shielding my feelings from her.
I was on an emotional rollercoaster. All the pain I had felt when Max dumped me for the final time came rushing back. If third time was a charm, this was it. This rejection would finally kill me off. I felt a strong shudder pulse through my body at the remembered losses and the hurt. My fear of enduring it again with Sookie ballooned, threatening to swallow me. I stilled, and pulling it from deep within me, I gave into the feeling that fed the offer. This offer was simply a euphemism for what I had never intended to say to any woman or man. "Let's go to Las Vegas tonight…."
The sounds of the door handle turning and the bathroom door being opened alert me to the resumption of the delightful denouement to events of that recent night. My woman is back. She floats into the room, a towel draped over her hips. Her full, perfectly shaped breasts are glistening; her nipples tipped a deep red, beckoning to me to suckle them. I smell the edible oil she favored, coconut crème this time, I guess. Her gorgeous hair, which she had grown even longer at my suggestion, forms a golden halo around her head, inviting me to run my fingers through it to loosen the tangles I see she has made removing her clothing. Her expression is the kicker though, with her desire and love for me burnishing her features and emphasizing her lovely eyes. She is carrying something behind her back, an offering perhaps.
P3: The Surrender
The sounds of Heron's 'Johannesburg' playing on the radio are replaced by a long string of sensual Motown music, beginning with 'Cruising' by Smokey, followed up by several of Marvin's songs, including 'Sexual Healing', one of my personal favorites. My new spouse begins our sex play by taking me in her mouth as I sink my fingers into her tight moist little center. After completing the nearly ritual preliminaries for us that we both enjoy immensely, my heart soars when Sookie leans over the side of the bed and brings up her offering to me, my jar of scented oil. Her eyes are very big in her face as she palms the treasure for my acceptance. I can feel her heart beating faster with her breasts pressing into my chest, my hands clasping firmly around the silky skin to hold her nipples tightly between my fingers. I say what is in my heart at the moment: "I do love you, Sookie Nordmon. More than you can know."
I have been very ready to take her in just this way so many times, but always held back, acquiescing to her wishes. Now, it is time to claim her in a way she has assured me no other man has enjoyed with her.
My hands release her breasts to slide to her hips and down further over her cheeks, which I cup and gently spread to pull her legs as far apart as she is comfortable with holding for the length of time my lips will massage between her thighs. In this moment, my tongue is my sword, dividing and tweaking her sensitive tissues in preparation for what I will be doing to her other entrance. I've thought many times of awakening her some morning with my eager tip spreading her clenched, tight circle of pain and pleasure, but have refrained until we have gotten past this first time. I know I won't hesitate to use her that way for my own pleasure, and hers, from now on.
My breathing quickens, as I bury my face to take her entire smooth mound into my mouth, sucking her down and tasting the mildly aromatic fruits of my preparations in her lubricated petals, for that is what she looks like to me in her aroused state. I kiss her thoroughly and suck hard on her nub, in essence kissing her as passionately down here as I have done earlier to her dear face. When I feel her begin to respond and her labored breathing turns into deep moaning, I stop before she can begin her release, lifting her easily to place her on her knees, her face buried in the pillow. Sookie turns partly to stare at me as I cover her with my body, pushing myself against her parted, hot lips. I lean my face into hers to share her taste with her; we mold our mouths together as my tongue fights for dominance with hers, eventually winning as I am stronger and much larger than she.
Our passionate intertwining of our tongues has strained my patience. I take myself in hand, firmly grasping just below my head and rub it at first gently then roughly over her now soaking lips. I boldly press my silken head to the very top of her slit, sliding it under the hood and very gently push against her, rocking my hips carefully to avoid harming her. She instantly responds, coming hard while she grinds into me. I know she is now quite sensitive and the feeling must be an exquisite sort of pain. I groan as she lets me know how much she has enjoyed this, murmuring my name, 'Sven, Sven, Sven' in a throaty voice, over-and-over. The first part of my fantasy complete, I pull away from her, making my preparations for our first time.
I've promised her before tonight that I will never hurt her with this sort of sex. I whisper in her ear that I am going to tongue her entrance, and before she can protest, I have once against buried my face between her bottom cheeks to begin circling her entrance and darting my tongue in and out of her to simulate what I will soon begin doing to her, perhaps sooner than I should as I am very eager to take the next step. After a relatively small amount of protesting, she settles into the unique sensation and begins moaning her pleasure and grinding herself into my face. She stops me for a moment with her hand, murmuring "I love you, Sven".
I respond in kind and then continue on for several minutes, stretching her with my stiffened tongue so she may take my fingers first. I pull my fingers out of her soaked core I have been massaging and circle her entrance with them, first questioning her for approval. I plunge the first one inside her, quickly adding another finger and then a third. She is letting out small puffs of air that I interpret as her appreciation as she does not tell me to stop. Again, I take my time with her, eventually using my fingers in imitation of what I will soon press into her opening, but not before she has had at least one more orgasm for me. I whisper into her hair again, saying "Please come for me, my love." And she does.
I decide it is time to mold my woman to accept me. I remove my fingers but hold my hand pressed over her opening, murmuring softly to her of my love and admiration of her courage, as we both know I am not a small man. She is lightly sweating and her maddening scent perfumes the air to enhance my enjoyment. I am rock hard, which I regret as I do not wish to hurt her, but I must have her now. "Do you still give your permission?" She nods her head. "Yes" she whispers. I groan in anticipation as I grasp her slightly damp hair in my other hand. I swiftly twist it up into a rope-like semblance to pull her neck and head back to me when the passion grips me. She does not prevent me from doing so, waiting passively for me to proceed on my own terms.
I settle back on my calves while I rub my two fingers over my tip a few times, my breathing harsh as I spread the leaking juices over her to ease my entrance. I am ready. I untwist the lid of the jar and inhale the spicy odor with delight. I've used it many years for just this purpose. Hmm, Sookie is spread for me in a most lovely way as I rub the oil carefully over her. I insert my two fingers again to make certain she is ready and will feel the pressure more as pleasure than pain. I decide I will press just my tip inside her to prepare her more fully, slowly moving it carefully in and out to further relax her muscle. I'm probably too large to enter her fully tonight, but maybe we can work up to that, which I would relish, both for the sensations and to satisfy my deep-seated yearnings for dominance over her. I say again, softly, "Are you sure?" She moans her reply and again pushes back into my hand. I accept her invitation and make to claim her fully as mine. I love her and want no other. I will not let Eric take her from me.
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AN: It may be time for Eric to find out about all of this.
I've given up on gremlin patrol. I now set out bowls of Fruit Loops & glasses of milk for them; they seem to be multiplying. Sigh.