Crystal’s Persuasion · Part 4 (4/8)
Previous · Next
d forward and gave me a very wet, slow kiss. "Come on, Don. I want them to meet you. Not that we're getting married or anything, but, you've done a lot for me, no matter what happens." She pulled away.
I had thought about it; meeting her parents was the _last_ thing on Earth I wanted to do with Crys. I didn't think that I'd be very well received in the role of Crystal's boyfriend, and would feel very awkward around them. I was also — hesitant about making that kind of statement. "Not that we're getting married or anything…" Maybe not, but to me, this was equivalent to saying that it could get more serious from here, with a snowball's chance in early spring of winding up with "I do."
I looked at Crystal. I'd watched her change over the last six months from a pretty debutante to a more mature, self-assured woman, who would be a challenge for any man. What the hell, I figured, I might as well keep watching. I still hadn't explored her mind as much as I wanted. There were still more sexual frontiers to be crossed with Crystal. "OK," I replied at last. "The club's closed this weekend, maybe we should take them out to _dinner_." Crys raised an eyebrow. She knew what I was admitting; sexual antics aside, I'm pretty old-fashioned.
"I'll make it worth your while," she said throatily. "Tonight, if you want."
"Naaaah," I declined. "Now scoot before I change my mind and we keep Beth awake all night!" I kissed Crystal again, slowly, tenderly. There was no urgency to this one; it echoed my parting thought to her. "I'll miss you until the next time I see you." It wasn't so bad, being in love with that woman; we were sexually compatible, and our interests had slowly converged. Then the words "Crystal's parents" flashed across the screen in my mind, and I didn't sleep well for the rest of the week. I was scared to death.
I make no claims for being psychic; unfortunately, I may as well have been. Crys drove her folks to the restaurant, figuring that she could prepare/convert them before and after dinner. Her parents turned pale as soon as they saw me, and an early February chill settled over the table as soon as we all sat. The expensive restaurant Crys and I had selected (after all, I was her _boyfriend_) may as well have been the Ptomaine Palace as the ambiance froze to near absolute zero. Her parents were able to be civil. I just felt the hostility in every glance, every statement. Her father decided that I was actually a bum with no ambition; my day job was going to go nowhere, because "nobody wants one of them long hair rock stars running anything in any respectable company," and I was adamant about my music.
Her mother just kept casting those maternal, "After all we've done, how _could_ you?" glances at her daughter, not touching more than a few bites of anything she ordered, saying, "I'm not very hungry tonight." After-dinner cordials? Try after-dinner disappearing acts.
"I'll be by after I drop them off at home," Crystal said. She went to kiss me, then suddenly pecked me on the cheek. I saw her father's glare, and noted that it had altered her plans. I had a sense of impending doom. Crystal did not show up that night, or the next. I called her house two days later, but Beth said that Crystal had gone on vacation with her folks. Yes, it had been a fun ride, but it was all over.
Exit Crystal, Enter Pam
The formality took place ten days later. I saw Crystal for the first time since the end of dinner, when she stopped at my place Thursday night. She had cut her hair, wearing it in a sensible, conservative, straight, business-style which stopped just above her shoulders. She was wearing the same floral print dress she had worn when I first met her. "Ummm… hi. I'm sorry, butmyfolkstookmetoBarbadoswiththemand…" I motioned for her to come in, which interrupted her diarrhetic speech. "Ummm… I'm kind of in a hurry," she said.
She hesitated, and I broke in. "Look, we both know what you're going to say, so why don't you just come in and say it. Then you can leave." Somewhat testily, I added, "Or don't you trust me anymore?"
Crystal lowered her head, trying not to look at me. The county girl that had vanished a while ago had returned, and stood before me. Everything was as it had been, including the ridiculous amount of makeup she used to wear. "I… ummm… guess I like you, Don, but, ummm… like, it's not good to have a relationship based on… ummm… ummm… sex. Itjustwouldn'twork." Crystal spit the last sentence out in a bigger hurry than usual, as if it was a distasteful thing she had to do. Suddenly, surprisingly, she raised her head, and looked me dead in the eye. "Please… don't hate me. I won't ever forget you. I'm sorry, but…" The words just hung there. Finally, Crystal said, "I gotta go, I have a date."
"Goodbye, Cryssie," I said quietly, sadly, closing the door slowly on her. So, I was single again. No big deal. Why did I feel abandoned? Fortunately, the band's schedule went into overdrive, leaving no time to brood. We started playing four nights a week, which meant that three nights were reserved for getting rest.
"I heard you broke up with her," Pam said, patting me sympathetically. It had been two weeks, and I hadn't really dealt with it, except to ignore it.
I shrugged stoically. "It just wasn't meant to be, Pam, but I hear that things are going well for you." She had been going out with somebody now for a couple of months, and had seemed real happy about it. It wasn't anything I didn't already know, but it did let me change the subject, and I tuned out Pam's enthusiastic response, nodding blankly as the words flew on by.
The next time we played at that club, Pam was drinking heavily after work. "Men SUCK!" she loudly announced to those of us who were left in the club. "I hate them! They lie to you, then they go fuck some OTHER cunt!!!" The owner told her to take Saturday off, and Pam ordered another double shot. The bartender cut her off and tried to calm her down. Pam grabbed her purse, and loudly proclaimed that she was going to go somewhere else where they'd serve her and fuck all of you and… Of course, she promptly fell, but I was there to catch her.
"You're not going anywhere but home. You're too drunk to drive, so I'm going to take you home and let you…"
Pam slapped me — _hard_. "Why? So you can fuck me and leave too?" She pulled out of my grasp and staggered into the side of the bar, bouncing and almost falling again. I put her back on her unsteady feet once more, and grabbed her arms.
"I'm taking you home, so you don't hurt yourself any more than you already have, understand?" I growled, aware that her alcohol-induced hysteria would go away sometime within the next four hours. "I will not take no for an answer, this is not open for discussion, got it?" Yeah, I was pissed, but only Pam could have gotten away with hitting me the way she had. My cheek still stung, and I dug my hands into her arms a little harder than I had to. The remaining people in the club were aware of the somewhat unique relationship Pam and I currently shared, so they all just watched the drama unfold. "And, yes, I accept your apology, bitch, but this is the last time you'll ever do something like that to me."
The last sentence seemed to take the fight out of her. Somewhere through the fog, she realized exactly what she had done, and whom she had done it to. Pam got all mushy, slurring apologies, hanging on me the way drunk people do because they have no muscle tone, and I eased her out the door, much to everybody's relief.
When we got to her apartment, she invited me in. "No. I'm not much for drunken grudge fucks, Pam. You know that," was my response. Frankly, she was just a little bit repulsive at that moment. Pam got out of the car and begged. Loudly. I sighed, and gave in to keep her from waking the whole neighborhood. "But, we are _not_ going to have sex," I warned her sternly.
Pam gave me a hot, wet kiss and fondled my crotch as soon as her front door had closed. She stroked the erogenous zones on my neck and head, knowing from experience how to turn me on. I gave up my futile resistance. She had gone from drunken and repulsive to drunken, but incredibly hot and willing in a span of three minutes or so. And me without my Crystal safety net. I just _knew_ I'd hate myself in the morning. Pam staggered back to her bedroom (good thing it was a straight, relatively uncluttered line from the living room), pulling me along behind her. We flopped onto the bed, kissing as we had many times several months earlier, when I suddenly got an idea. I began to massage her back, firmly, but caringly, under the guise of removing her clothes. I managed to get out of her reach, and started kneading her delicious back.
Pam caught on. I knew from experience that a moderately firm back massage could put Pam on the edge of sleep. "Ohhh… nooo… _fuck_… meee," she protested, voice thick and slurred, but it was too late. My massage had its usual effect on her. Aided by the alcohol, Pam was asleep (passed out?) about a minute later. I went to sleep next to her fully dressed, contemplating the irony of it all; I had just given a sexy blonde a back rub to get her out of the mood, and stay _out_ of her pants. "Damn," I thought, "can't I get _anything_ right?"
Pam was extremely hung over the next day. She asked me to stay, so I comforted her as best I could while she told me what had caused last night's incident. Pam had walked in on Bill, her (now ex-) boyfriend Thursday night after work, and caught him fucking somebody else. "I wasn't supposed to come over after I left the club, but I thought I'd surprise him," she sniffled.
"You deserve better anyway, Pam," I said, hugging her and kissing her lightly on the forehead. "Now go back to bed, turn off the lights, and sleep it off. Dave gave you the night off," I said quietly. Pam didn't remember, but she was relieved to hear it. She went back in the bedroom, so I left and got ready for Saturday night's show. About ten minutes before close, Pam walked into the club.
"I had to come get my car," she explained as I started to load the equipment. Stopping me, she said quietly, "Come over when you get done." I hadn't heard her use that voice in a long time. An hour later, Pam was kissing her way down my naked body. She spent a lot of time at my nipples, alternately using her tongue, and nipping at them. She would stop and suck on them for a little while before resuming her aggressive foreplay. She remembered how to send me into orbit. "Lie still," she instructed in a whisper. "Let me do _everything_ tonight, Don." Pam rubbed my swollen penis gently, then ran her tongue around it.
She played with my erection for a while, interrupting her wet blowjob with long enough pauses to keep me in suspense. After Pam decided she was done with that, she ran her tongue slowly from the bottom of my balls, along the underside of my cock, right to the tip. Then she flicked her tongue in and around the opening. My cock bobbed impatiently. Pam sat up and removed her oversized band tee-shirt, and let me gaze at her naked perfect body, with its smooth curves, firm, perfectly formed and proportioned breasts, and the downy blonde hair that glistened with reflected moisture. Her taut, well-muscled thighs were also slightly damp. My eyes feasted upon her, sexual hunger replacing every thought. Pam spread her legs, and masturbated herself on my erection, gliding her wet triangle over my aching cock.
"Pa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ammmm," I groaned. She smiled, stopped her aided masturbation, and lifted my cock at the base, pointing it straight up, then positioned herself over it. My cock touched the entrance to ecstasy, but Pam pushed at my chest with her other hand, so I lay still, touching, but not passing through that entrance. Pam smiled at me, silent, no mischief in her eyes, for an eternity; then she eased my cock into her, sitting down with excruciating deliberation, until she landed on my hips with a contented purr. Yes, it was worth the wait, and getting there had been half the fun.
She moved her hips leisurely and closed her eyes, a smile playing on her lips, kneading my chest gently with her fingers, while her tropical walls kneaded my long-ignored (since Crystal) cock. I was really close to the point of no return. I gasped her name. She opened her eyes, regarding me dreamily. I wasn't wearing a rubber, I realized in shock. Pam just smiled, kneaded my cock a little more vigorously with her inner walls, and I no longer cared as my friend/lover firmly pushed a finger just below my asshole.
The loud noise I made was cut off by Pam's kiss, as she explored my mouth lovingly while my toes curled; I hadn't told Crystal about my "cum switch," as Pam had named it. Pam sat down as hard as she could, grinding against me, keeping me from bucking, kissing me constantly. She continued her gentle hidden massage of my softening cock, prolonging my orgasm well past the end of ejaculation, sending me to nirvana.
Pam leaned forward again and wrapped her arms around me. "Sleep with me," she commanded in a gentle whisper, my erection returning as she massaged my cock inside her. She rubbed her body, warm and slick with sweat, against mine, adorning my body with gentle brushes of her lips, purring, and making quiet, soothing noises. I had again become erect; she still held me inside her, but I was very sleepy. Pam's gentleness, and soothing aura overwhelmed my desire, and I slept, deep and dreamless.
Pam and I became lovers again, for a week. Sometimes she'd give as she had that first night, other times the apartment would echo with her joyful cries as I ministered to her needs and desires. We buried our pain and our frustration under sheer physical pleasure. Our knowledge of each other's bodies, and skill at manipulating each other's senses made it easy. Our crazed hedonistic games ended the following Sunday, after we spent the whole afternoon thrusting animalistically at one another. Her anger and hurt over Bill, and my frustrations about Crystal had vanished in the addictive haze of great sex. "I love you, Don," Pam said as I got ready to leave her home that night. "I think you understand what I mean," she finished.
"Yeah, baby doll, I do. If you ever need anything, let me know. I promise that I will do whatever I can to make it better for ya," I answered, knowing that she would do the same for me. We hugged for a long time before I walked out the door. I have not had sex with Pam since that afternoon; we don't talk about that week at all. Pam and I are — intimately linked, without being lovers, much to the awe of people who only know one of us. They don't understand why we don't get married. We know it wouldn't work, and some things are too good to risk on overexposure.
Exit Pam, Enter… Beth???
My doorbell rang. "Who is it?" I asked the intercom.
"It's Beth. Remember me? Crystal's roommate? I need to talk to you," came the electronically distorted voice. I let her in, wondering what was wrong. She looked around the foyer nervously. "I umm…" Beth began, then hesitated, leaving me cynically wondering if this was a generic county girl trait. "Is Crys here? I haven't seen her in a couple of days, not even at work," Beth asked. I said no, that I hadn't seen her since we'd broken up. I thought it odd that Beth would come over and ask me about her roommate; but maybe she no longer had my phone number. "Oh," Beth replied, sounding disappointed. She backed up a little, and stood in the doorway, as if she were afraid to come in. "I was — in the neighborhood — and just thought I'd ask."
Now that was strange. It's true that there's a lot to do in my neighborhood, but even my friends don't just drop in if they're doing something in the neighborhood. Usually because they know if they're around long enough, they'll probably see me anyway. I looked at Beth, whose eyes are sparkling blue, bluer than Pam's. She was much more buxom and round than Pam, more zaftig than overweight. Her facial features were fairly sharp, distinctive in an attractive way. A forgotten feeling flashed through me. She fidgeted, still in the doorway. "So — ummm… how are you doing?" Quickly blushing, she started to add, "I mean –"
"I know what you mean. I'm doing — OK. The band is fine, and it's been a long time since we've seen your face in the place," I kidded. "How's Cryssie?" The words escaped before I realized it.
The question seemed to catch Beth off-guard, badly. She looked startled, although it could have just been the way her eyes reflected the light. After a pause, Beth replied, "OK, I guess." Another, longer pause. Beth seemed to be getting progressively uncomfortable. "But you don't wanna hear about that, I guess." Suspicion flared, and the forgotten feeling grew a little more persistent. I walked toward her. Beth hurriedly said, "I think I'd better go." Her feet didn't move.
"OK." I got to the door, and turned the knob to the open position, but the door stayed shut. Beth's eyes locked with mine, and she fidgeted some more. Yes, she does have pretty eyes… My dick began to feel a little fuller.
"I-I-I really — havetogo," Beth exhaled. Common speech defect, I noted. Neither of us had moved. "I-i-it really wasn't such a good idea for me to come here again-" Again? My suspicion was on its way to being confirmed. I held my ground. "Please — let me out," she pleaded; it was almost a whisper. When I moved to open the door, Beth's eyes widened, like a frightened doe's, and her nostrils flared.
"Is that what you _really_ want, Beth?" I whispered as I slowly opened the door. She nodded frantically. I looked at her eyes again, and she glanced down quickly, looking at my crotch much longer than she had to. Beth's breathing was hoarse, labored, and her cheeks were a faint pink. "I don't think it is," I said quietly. "I don't think you came over here for Crystal. By the way, I'm holding the door open for you. You _can_ walk out. All you have to do is go."
The bulge in my pants was noticeable; Beth's vulnerable appearance had stirred something primal in me. Her cheeks were turning pink, and the color was rising on her forehead. Beth opened her mouth, but no words came out. I shut the door, and placed my hands on either side of her, sealing off her exit. Almost inaudibly, she begged, "P-please."
"Please yes, or please no?" I fixed her with a hungry stare. "I really think you're just curious. I know you watched us that night, Beth." Her horrified expression confirmed it. "You want me to do you like I did Cryssie? I bet that's what you want. You watched me play with her, and now you want me to play with you, isn't that right? Did you like what you saw when I fucked your friend up the ass? I bet you were wishing it was you."
"N-n-n," Beth stuttered as she leaned forward just a little, ruby red lips parted slightly. I grabbed her and rammed my tongue into her mouth; it wasn't a kiss of passion; it was a kiss of possession. Beth's legs turned to jello, and she wrapped her arms tightly around my back, forcing her tongue into my mouth with maniacal enthusiasm. I pushed her against the wall, and we dry-humped each other ferociously, pelvises grinding, mouths and tongues fighting for ground. One of Beth's hands caressed my ass, and I broke the kiss; the redness in her face and around her neck was pronounced. She was panting as I pulled her away from the door and locked it.
Beth slammed her mouth onto mine, her tongue thrashing madly. She pulled at my shirt, popping buttons in the process. The little round blonde was hot, in a scary sort of way. I felt that I had to take charge right then however, because that had worked with Crystal. "Lie down," I commanded between gulps of air. Beth obeyed in a hurry, undressing carelessly. I started to kiss her wonderfully soft and round body wherever my head happened to be pointed. She shuddered, and then I was on top of her, pushing my way into — butter. Butter that had fingers, warm and slick. Beth's whole body had turned pink, and her nipples stood stiffly atop her full breasts.
I pulled out slowly, to a long moan from Beth, and thrust violently back in with a grunt of my own. Beth matched me with a higher-pitched grunt as I slammed into her. This was pure, lust-driven sex. I would pull out slowly, and pound my way back in. Beth would answer each thrust with a soft grunt.
I moved forward, sliding my cock along her ridge as slowly as I could under the circumstances. This started my orgasmic climb, but Beth wailed and shook crazily, the nerves in her body firing simultaneously. I slid back into her and she bucked with a yelp of joy, coming violently, thrusting her hips at me in her ecstasy. It had almost been too good for her, and her body tried actively to shake my orgasm loose.
I pulled out, and shoved my cock in Beth's surprised mouth. "Suck it! Just like you saw Crystal do," I urgently hissed. I was not quite myself, the voice hard and with a nasty edge. Beth responded aggressively, her cheeks imploding, drawing my dick to the back of her mouth. I grabbed her head, and came forcefully. She tried to get away, but I held her head in place, and Beth could only swallow. "Swallow it, you horny county slut! Ohhh! Eat it like Crystal!" I growled and grunted in selfish release. Beth continued to suck and swallow until I was drained. That's when I let go of her head.
Beth was in shock, staring blankly at me. A tear formed in her eye, and she sniffled. I kissed her, again for possession, not out of passion. Her body went limp, and her tongue gently probed my mouth. "Crys said — you kiss after blow jobs," she said in an awestruck voice. She wiped at her eye and had stopped sniffling. Strange girl.
"What else did she say?" I asked, sitting down. Actually, I was demanding that she tell me, still feeling very aggressive, and very much the predator to Beth's helpless prey.
Beth swallowed aloud, seeming to forget completely her somewhat unwilling introduction to my cum. "She said that… that…" I looked at her disdainfully. "That you eat… pussy." Beth stumbled over the last sentence, as if the last word were unfamiliar to her.
"And so?" I inquired haughtily. "We're not all alike," I defiantly said. "I'll do that to you, too. What else?"
"I — dunno. She used all kinds of dirty words to describe what you did to her. I-I can't remember," Beth stuttered. Selective amnesia, no doubt.
I drew closer to her, violating her personal space, forcing her to feel my physical presence. "So you watched us that night." Beth's eyes widened again, filling with fear. It was one hell of an aphrodisiac. "Were you curious? You want me to fuck you as good as I fucked your roommate?" I put my hand on her thigh. Beth flinched, but didn&#x
