Crystal’s Persuasion · Part 5 (5/8)
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27;t move away. I could feel the waves of fear emanating from her body; her submissive (to this point) acceptance of my control over her had started to make me hard again. "Yes or no, Beth. Do you want to feel like she felt, like you imagined her feeling? Do you want me to make you feel what you fantasized?"
"N-n-n-no. I-I…" Beth's curiosity, combined with the forbidden fruit aspect of our coupling, made me a man she couldn't resist. I knew it, and I'm sure she did. "Aren't you going to get dressed?" she asked in a small voice.
"Why? I hope you don't think I'm done with you. That's a mistake. All you damn county girls are alike. Sex is something you do in the dark in exchange for money spent on a date," I snarled at her. I drew closer to her face, and she was clearly intimidated. My hostility toward Crystal had been abruptly transferred to Beth. "That makes you a whore, Beth." I looked down, and could see a faint rose begin to bloom on her chest. I touched her breast, raising goose flesh as my hand moved lightly across it, and her nipple popped out. The responsiveness of her body to my touch was nothing short of amazing. "Spread your legs." Beth looked confused. "I said, _spread your legs_," I commanded, and Beth meekly obeyed. "I'm gonna make you feel real good, little girl," I crooned.
Beth watched in fascination as I spread her legs apart and traced my finger around her cunt. As soon as her eyes closed, I stopped. She was even more confused now, but her body was mine to play with, and I caressed her, avoiding all the obvious places. I stroked her body lightly, gently, constantly, listening to her breathe, and later, sigh. I returned to her upper inner thighs, and Beth wiggled, spreading her legs wider, but I pulled a very erect nipple into my mouth.
"Ohhh! Nooo… not — a-gaiiinnnnn," Beth moaned softly, her body giving up all remaining resistance. I used my tongue and teeth on her upper torso. Beth sat, legs spread, her back against the front door. She tried to slide down to her back, but I pinned her to the door. "Put… put… it _iiinnnn_," she complained.
"Yes, again, Beth. I'm going to play with your pussy," I whispered. "Say 'pussy — play with my pussy'," I quietly urged, giving her a teasing wet kiss before she could respond. I repeated the request, softer, without stopping my stimulation of her body. "Tell me, Beth. How much you want me to play with your…"
"Pussy," she sighed sleepily as she finished my sentence. I whispered to her some more, urging her on. "Play… with my… my… _pussy_." Beth gasped as I complied with her request, a small tremor fleeing through her body. She was very wet now, and having trouble keeping her eyes open and focused. I carefully toyed with her, kissing her chest occasionally, watching her arch her back to speed contact each time I would lower my head. Beth's hips writhed slowly.
"I'm going to finger fuck you now, Beth," I whispered, flicking my tongue across her earlobe. She only moaned, lost to the tension I had built within her. I pushed two fingers in, pumping slowly, and not going too deep. Beth was very tightly wound, and she was wrapped around (literally) my fingers. Beth gasped and moaned louder. I added a third finger to the two and Beth threw her head back against the door with a soft cry. I probed deeper, still slowly pumping at her. Her hips began to move counter to my fingers, and her breathing was very labored.
"Fu-u-u-u-uck — me-e-e-e-e…" Beth groaned, her body's tension echoed in her voice. I whispered some more obscenities to her. "Play with m-m-m-myyy pus-pusssseeee…" she replied. I began to massage her G-spot, simultaneously closing my thumb over the ridge and angry, red cherry that separated it from my palm.
Beth snorted once and her hips jerked sharply towards the ceiling. She inhaled, a little cry coming from her open mouth, then grunted, bucking again. My fingers kept going, massaging the area that was overloading her senses. Her eyes were open, although far away. Beth's face was gloriously red, twisted into an expression of intense feeling, and I got hard watching her orgasm. This one was still going, because the "V' of my hand wobbled her clit each time she moved her hips. I just kept my massage going, making juices flow out of her, covering my hand, and filling the living room with Beth's intimate musk. I pulled my fingers out slowly, releasing my sex thrall. There was an audible slurping noise. Beth slumped against the door, eyes completely unfocused, dazed and sweating. Her chest was barely moving.
I wasn't finished with her yet. I ran my sticky hand under her nose. "Smell that wonderful, powerful scent… Ye-e-e-es, Beth… You… It's allll you… _Taste_ your own sweetness, Beth," I purred seductively, holding my hand above her mouth. She stuck her tongue out, tentatively brushing my hand. I moved it a little higher. "Come on, Beth. You want it, you know you like it," and she strained forward, running her tongue lightly around my hand, then cleaning it, avidly sucking on my fingers. God, was I hard! I stroked her hair as her eyes began to come back into focus. "See what real sex is like? No money, no obligations, just intense, intimate pleasure," I continued to purr at her. She answered me with a kiss, her tongue making weak circles in my mouth. Time to drop the bomb. "Now that your curiosity has been taken care of, you can leave anytime you like. The door's unlocked," I said.
Beth stood up at last, and began to dress, slowly, as if she were still dazed. "Wh-wh-what did you d-d-do to me?"
Nonplussed, I corrected her. "The question is, what did I do _with_ you."
"What about you?"
What about me? Sex isn't an exchange of favors. I did what I did because I wanted to, and you let me," I replied. "Now you can go home, since I've satisfied your county curiosity." My cock ached, but I wasn't really in the mood to play any more with Beth. I figured that I could fantasize about Pam or Crystal and get off better by myself than with some stupid, "I've-never-done-it-with-a-black-guy-before" bimbo. I ignored Beth, but I could sense her confusion as she dressed in silence. Beth quietly closed the door without a word when she left.
The Education of Beth, Part 1
The following Saturday night was a great night at the club. It must have been "Single Ladies Night," and I had amused the crowd greatly at the expense of several sweet young things. Nobody seemed interested in meeting me (that happens more often than not, despite what you think about musicians). I got no phone numbers, so I decided to go to The Grill after the gig. I hung out there and ran into a few fellow musicians who had the same idea. My answering machine was blinking at me when I got home at about four a.m. "No matter when you get in, call me. It's important," the tape said urgently in Beth's voice. I immediately wondered if something had happened to their place, because the number was different from Beth and Crys' home number. So I called. A young- sounding female voice answered, asking me to "Hold on a sec."
"Are you alone?" Beth's voice said with near-panic. "I-I-I… need to talk to you." Pause. "About Crystal. Please. I'm coming — over. Please don't go to bed," she said. I was really worried now. A half- hour later, Beth arrived. I asked her had anything happened to their place as soon as she walked in. When Beth said no, I asked if Crystal was OK. Beth stuttered, "N-n-n-yes," her voice slurred, and wobbled on unsteady feet. That's when I got mad.
First, I bitched her out for the hour. Then I bitched her out for driving drunk. I put her in my bed, then stomped out to sleep on the sofa. I knew why Beth had shown up. I also knew why Beth was drunk, and told her flatly, "No. We'll talk about this later, after I've had some sleep. I'm not very happy with you right now. If you weren't so drunk, I'd kick you out now, and if I didn't have to wait for it, I'd call a cab to take you back to where you came from. Just leave me the fuck alone."
I woke first Sunday morning, then waited a bit before waking Beth up. My bedroom smelled like her; she must have masturbated before she went to sleep. She blinked sleepily, then lit a cigarette, staring blankly at me. She mumbled, "I've got to go to the bathroom." She slid off the bed, pulling the sheet along to cover herself (she was naked underneath) as she walked down the hall. I briefly considered stepping on it to teach her a lesson. While she was in the john, I undressed to get ready for the shower. When the bathroom door opened, I was waiting outside, clad only in an untied robe with the morning erection in full bloom. Beth looked shocked.
"What's the matter? Never seen a guy erect in the daylight before?" I rudely asked. She only blushed, and mumbled an apology. I stood in her way for a few seconds, then Beth figured out that _she_ was supposed to walk around _me_. When I came out of the john, Beth had one leg in her panty hose, and her bra was fastened. She was just sitting on the bed, not moving. Talk about mixed signals. Most women I've known will put on something that covers their genitals first, or nothing at all. I was naked and still partially wet from the shower. I touched her and she jumped. "Afraid I'll make you suck it or something?" I asked, wondering what the hell was going on.
"I-I-I don't know why I came over. I mean I-I…" Beth's flushing body gave her away again. She was semi-naked, and vulnerable in my lair. It _was_ the morning after a gig. Her body announced that she was aroused, but the only trouble was, since her liquid courage had worn off, she needed to be — persuaded. I grabbed her and kissed her forcefully, removing her bra. "N-n-noooo," Beth feebly protested when I started to tease her breasts. So I stopped. Beth whimpered.
"You said no, so I stopped," I explained. "No means no." Beth put her hand on my chest, and looked at my dick. What a role reversal. It's usually the guy looking at the girl's breasts before speaking to her. Now I know how they feel. Hey, I'm right _here_, I wanted to say. Beth looked at me, very confused, and reached for my dick. I moved away. "No means no, Beth."
"Ohhhh," she whined. "I'm soooo confused. You — you make me feel so strange," she complained.
"Well, maybe we ought to talk about Crystal, then. After all, that is the only reason I waited up for you. I thought either you or she needed my help in some emergency. Instead, I get a drunken county girl who…"
"JUST-SHUT-UP!" Beth yelped defensively. "I _hate_ it when you call me a county girl!" Tears began to run down her cheeks. "Crystal's out getting laid whenever _she_ wants, and I can't find anybody!" she wailed. "You don't want me, nobody likes me…"
I interrupted her. "Wait. I never said you weren't physically attractive." Beth stopped sniffling to listen. "I just don't believe in the little county girl games you play. I wouldn't have gone out with Crys if she hadn't stopped playing those games with me. She played that game with me once; I more or less threw her out. You're going to have to stop relying on being drunk to signal your availability; I prefer my women sober. And good sex is not just fucking at night."
This was obviously a little too heavy for Beth to take. She looked at me, dumbfounded. I'm sure that she was wondering if I was going to fuck her or not. I sighed, reached across her body, and ran my finger very slowly around her right breast. "Now, if you want to play with me, you gotta play by my simple rules. One: Either of us can say no, at any time, without explanation or causing later problems. Two: My dick is not the only place I can be turned on. Pay some attention to the rest of my body. _Learn_ it, 'cuz I promise you I'm gonna learn yours," I said, flicking my finger around the underside of Beth's tit.
I could see her stomach ripple at the contact, and that went into the mental folder that said "Beth". "Three: I am _not_ a county boy, so I will _not_ put up with any of your county shit. I don't need you, and your pussy does not run my life. Understand?" Beth nodded, wide-eyed, but she was paying attention to my face, so I must have been getting through to her. I resumed my speech. "Last: I am not in the sex education business; I am doing this for my own selfish reasons. I will not be a school for wayward county girls." I looked sternly at her. She nodded attentively in reply.
"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't sure that you aren't just curious about my being black, otherwise I would have thrown you out by now."
Beth gasped. "Wh-wh-what makes you say that?"
"The brain is the world's best sex organ, and I know it turned you on to watch me and your roommate. You weren't so embarrassed that you made any noise. Since you've already gotten what you wanted if you were just curious, there's got to be a reason that you came back. I figure that it has to do with the change in Crystal. You're probably wondering if I can change you."
Beth nodded, clearly fascinated by my seeming psychic ability. I switched my hand to her other breast, and pushed her back to the bed. "You mean you want to do it _now_?" she said, shock in her voice. I stroked the underside of Beth's left breast, and she moaned involuntarily.
"I assume that you reached for my dick earlier because you had that in mind. Am I right?" Beth gaped as I waited for an answer. "Yes-or-no, Beth. And I already told you what no means."
Beth hesitated, looking at me in fascination. She lowered her head. "Y-y-yes," she stammered, clearly unaccustomed to asking for sex. I lifted her head, making her look at me, and asked her what she had said. She swallowed hard and repeated, "Y-y-yes," in the same shaky voice.
I sighed quietly, slightly exasperated. It was going to be _much_ more difficult to get Beth to break loose. "The first lesson, Beth, is communication," I said, leaning to her face. "Now lie back, relax, and forget that it's Sunday morning." Beth giggled, and the education of Beth was off and running. I spent the morning teasing Beth's body, leaving her high and wet. Then I called for a lunch break. She protested, and was flabbergasted when I told her that I didn't care. She threatened to leave and go home. "Fine. Don't let the door hit you on the way out, baby," I fired back.
Man, did I frustrate her! I took her out to lunch and bought the Sunday paper, making her read the comics and do the crossword puzzle with me. She tried to use this as an excuse to start petting with me, but I moved away and stopped our shared activities. After I had made it clear that I wasn't going to let her make any decisions today about the when, she got mad and left. I was surprised she had lasted as long as she did, but it really didn't bother me that she left. I knew she'd be back.
Monday, I called her and she was still mad. Wednesday, she called me. I asked why she had been in such a hurry on Sunday. She told me point- blank that she didn't like being teased. Beth had learned lesson one pretty well. I pointed out that I didn't either, and it was something she also needed to learn and be aware of. I told Beth to meet me at the Grill after the gig the following Saturday. She was waiting for me there, slightly overdressed, wearing too much makeup, and trying to be invisible in a corner. Beth was nervously scanning the room when I got there, and her face showed relief, not pleasure at my arrival. I could tell that tonight was going to be an uphill battle.
I guided her to a booth where we could be alone. Beth still seemed extremely nervous even though I was there. The crowd definitely frightened her, but when a _big_ friend of mine asked her to dance, she absolutely cowered against me. "Don't be afraid. Steve won't hurt you. He just wants to dance." I pushed Beth out onto the floor with him and they danced to a slow song, Beth frantically trying to avoid any contact. She thanked him in a small voice, not looking at him.
"He thinks you're attractive," I said, making her blush after he had walked away. "But you don't have to worry; he's my friend, and he knows that you're with me. You have to relax and trust me, Beth." Another slow song came on (lots of couples were in the house), and I asked Beth to dance with me. She stiffened when I wrapped my hands around her waist and cupped her back. "Put your arms on my shoulders," I instructed her. "No, not your hands," I corrected. "Let me lead." Beth had been dancing with Scott for so long, she must have forgotten how to romance in the slow dance. A little later on, I was talking at the bar with Phil, another of my friends, and his wife, Heather. We discussed the frightened Beth, and her inability to handle the atmosphere. Beth stayed in the booth, trying to be invisible.
Phil is a lean and muscular six-foot two, and he's got long, thick black hair that he ties into a shaggy ponytail. His eyes are coal black, and he just has that… attitude about him. All of my female friends tell me that he is _extremely_ good looking and _extremely_ sexy. Crys positively drooled when she first met him. Heather is much shorter, about five-foot seven. She wears her brownish blonde hair straight, but it goes all the way to her butt. Heather's eyes are sea-green, and she has an incredible sense of humor.
Heather is not gorgeous, although she's attractive enough; I've heard more than one woman say, "He's married to _her_??!!!" She's a real sweetheart, and we go way back, to college days. We've shared many a late-night exam week attack of munchies, and have partied together many times. In the eleven years I had known her, we'd never "done it." Somehow, it would've felt almost like… incest. Phil was a fan of my band, and he volunteered his rather nice home for many post-gig parties. I introduced them, and I'm glad Heather and Phil hit it off. One more thing; Heather is bisexual.
Phil said, "You _know_ she's looking at me." Heather nodded at me, since she had the best view of Beth from the bar.
A gleam came to Heather's eye. She said, "We can use this." Heather turned to me and said, "Let's get Phil to teach her how to dance right." Next slow song, we exchanged partners and danced next to each other. Beth was a little surprised, but her breathing sped up when I introduced her to Phil. Phil encouraged Beth to watch Heather and me dance as he tried to keep her from waddling (now I know what Crystal meant by "ducks on drugs.")
Heather and I just rocked slowly, and she looked at Beth. "This is not romantic dancing, Beth, this is just a slow dance. If you want to be romantic in a slow dance…" Heather wrapped her arms around my neck, and buried her face in the side of my neck, simultaneously removing any space between us on the floor, and we slowed our movements further. After a few seconds, and a couple of good "dips", Heather said to Beth, "Now, why don't you try it? First, dance slow with Phil." Beth repeated the motions that Heather and I went through earlier, but with some reluctance. Heather was a tough teacher, constantly correcting Beth's movements. "No, that's not right, closer… don't rock so far to the side, and stop trying to get away from him like he's Pepe le Pew."
Beth's dancing improved as Heather offered steady encouragement while using what she and I were doing as a constant example. Soon Beth was rocking gently, easily, smoothly in Phil's arms, following his lead, and seemed to be much more comfortable with the physical contact. Heather maneuvered us closer to her husband, and she leaned and said to him, "Now get _romantic_." Phil immediately pulled Beth closer; her steps faltered as her eyes snapped open. She regarded me pleadingly, then with shock when I didn't do anything. Heather stopped dancing with me long enough to position Beth's arms correctly, then rejoined me. The song ended as Phil tried to reestablish their movement. Beth began to pull away from Phil, relief very evident in her face.
The floor was full of couples who hadn't let go of each other, so the band started another slow song almost immediately. Heather and I resumed our dance. Phil recaptured Beth, who resisted. He winked at Heather and me, and then Phil kissed his unwilling partner, grinding his pelvis against her. Heather had bragged to me often about her husband's tongue, but how would Beth react? Phil broke the kiss, and looked at Beth, who had essentially frozen. He put one hand on her chin, and tilted her head back. Heather and I watched Beth melt into his embrace, opening her mouth tentatively for another passionate kiss, which Phil was happy to grant. He winked again when he broke the kiss.
Beth's eyes were closed, her mouth still expectantly open. Phil supported Beth's chin as their mouths locked together. He had one hand firmly above her hip and was kissing Beth as if _she_ were his wife. Beth's eyes stayed closed, and Phil started to grind against her some more. Beth's back arched a little, and she twisted her head responsively to Phil's tongue, meeting it with her own.
Phil dipped, bringing his pelvis in direct contact with Beth's. Her legs spread a little, and she arched her back a little more, returning the grinding pressure. The pair's tempo had slowed to almost nothing. Beth's mouth continued to work on Phil's buried tongue as they infrequently came up for air, alone in a sea of bodies.
"Get you hot, chief?" Heather asked as her leg brushed my erection. I had forgotten about my own dance. Heather started to lead, and we rocked slowly. Both of us had a good view of the limp, lost Beth, and the strong, handsome young man who had possessed her.
"Yeah, pretty," I answered. Beth's back arched a little more, and her hips were beginning to move in little circles. Phil's back had arched a little, too.
"She's nice," Heather whispered, although Beth was probably oblivious to our presence, aware of only Phil.
I nodded absently, still feeling quite the voyeur. Eventually, I remembered that Heather's _was_ bisexual; then the significance of her statement hit me. I cautioned, "We'll see. I can't make any promises for Beth." The dance ended, but Beth's hold on Phil lingered as they were the last couple to leave the floor. I could see the starry look on Beth's face as Phil gave her one final, deep kiss, then let go of her. She reluctantly released him, and they returned to the booth where Heather and I waited. It was too dark to see the flush that I knew was on Beth's face. Phil thanked Beth for the dance, and then left with Heather, leaving us alone.
