Threesome - Lawrence Block [46]
If I happened to die in that motel room, I decided, then Rhoda and Harry would get married and live happily ever after. My eyes misted over at the thought, and then suddenly the mood was gone and I was laughing at my own sense of melodrama. Someone asked me what was so funny.
“Everything,” I said. “Everything is very groovy.”
“You’re stoned.”
“Right on!”
Artlessly, and charmingly, everyone began to take off clothing. There was no sense of striptease about this, nor was there the feeling that one should avoid watching the procedure. I watched as Glory and the boys got undressed, and I also got undressed, and someone passed me another joint and I took another drag on it, and I passed it on, knowing that I was already about as high as I had to be.
My mind was nicely compartmentalized. I was completely loose and open and at the same time felt wholly in control of myself. And I thought that what I really wanted to do was blow this control, get out past it, beyond it, so that I was no longer in control of myself and my body could do what it wanted to do. This never did quite happen, but I don’t suppose I was unduly handicapped by it all. I certainly didn’t feel repressed or anything of the sort. Not at all.
No.
I was very interested in Gloria’s body. Not in the sense that I wanted her, but that I felt the two of us to be in some sort of friendly competition, like the United States and Canada. She was a short girl, and quite slender, but with surprisingly large breasts for her slender frame. She seemed to be utterly unselfconscious about her body in a way that would have been miles beyond me at that age. She went from boy to boy, kissing each in turn, being enfolded in one set of arms after another, being touched now by two or three of them at a time, and throughout it all being absolutely at ease with them and with me and with herself.
One of the boys kissed me, and I closed my eyes and let him lead me over to the bed. I lay down with him and took his penis in my hands. I felt other hands on me, and another penis pressing against me.
I can’t quite describe what happened next.
Everything happened next.
Right now I can’t bear to think about it—
How long were we there? An hour, two hours. No more than that.
An hour, two hours.
I fucked all four of the boys, and most of them more than once. It was mostly a matter of turn-taking, one of them being with me while the others watched, but once or twice there were more than one with me at a time, one in my cunt and another in my mouth, different combinations.
I don’t really remember exactly what we did, nor do I remember any differences between the boys. I cannot picture their faces (or any other parts of them) very clearly now in my mind, and can relate them to their individual names and attitudes only by recalling their position in the car, not their roles in the bedroom.
When I wasn’t doing anything active, I sometimes watched them balling Glory. She seemed to get tremendous pleasure out of sex, and to be equally agreeable to whatever the boys had in mind for her, which led me to conclude that she could look forward to a lifetime of uninterrupted popularity. But the poor child seemed incapable of orgasm. She just didn’t come.
How sad.
I, on the other hand, seemed able to come at will.
When the boys had run out of equipment, it was somebody’s idea that Glory and I make love so that they all could watch. This was, let me admit it, an idea that had already occurred to me, although I would not have thought to suggest it. I found the idea very exciting. Her fine body, hostess like my own to all of these boys, as though thus far this afternoon she and I had used them as proxies to ball each other from a distance. Her body, stained with sweat and semen, seemed particularly desirable. And there must have been a small element of challenge there, too; she had not come all afternoon, and for all I knew had not come in all her life, and I felt capable of changing that.
“A fun idea,” I said.
Glory’s eyes turned wary. “Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “I don