ADAM
I went back out to Jay, leaving her sleeping on the grooming table. Looking
back wistfully, wishing that I could sleep next to her. The sexual tension I
was feeling was tighter than a knot inside me. I wanted her, and right now.
However, waiting, and especially now that it was so painful, made the craving
sharper and more poignant. Jay was sitting on the couch, and sipping from a
glass of a really nice chardonnay that he had opened earlier. The bottle was on
the table, where I could see the bright California label. I sat down across
from him. Waiting for him to speak.
"That woman is incredible." I grinned at him. I knew what he meant. I had
never met anybody like her either. Anne seemed to spend most of her life
searching for profound sensation, and when it worked out for her, she was happy
as hell. Even when it didn't work out for her, she said she learned something
from it. That was something extraordinary. I enjoyed her company, even when we
weren't playing. Wish I had realized what I had when she first crawled through
Jon's door.
"She's in love with you."
"I know that." I did too. She enjoyed looking at me. Respected me, because I
could take it. The same amount that she could. I had spent my time on my
knees, the same way that she had. It was exciting to her. Whenever I did
something to her hot body, she wondered if I had done the same thing, and
enjoyed it as much as she did. It put an edge on her pleasure. "She's not
expecting anything though, she thinks I am Gay." I grinned at that. I was
probably the only true bi-sexual that I knew. I didn't feel that the sex of a
person was a good reason to decide whether or not you should love them. I loved
Jay, and I loved her too. She was like a female counterpart of myself. It was
fun to be with her.
I adjusted the erection that I still had. Thinking about her had made it
bigger. That was okay, because eventually I would get to relieve it. Danielle
was coming, and she would make the show worth the watching. She was excellent.
I was remembering my life before all this, after the divorce, when it had just
been Jay and myself in this house. I hadn't even been really upset. I didn't
miss Phoebe all that much. We had been used to each other, but it wasn't any
deeply felt or even a very real emotion. I wanted her to be happy, but whether
she was or not, didn't have any real bearing on my own happiness. I was fine,
and happy, with Jay.
I had things to do and people to see. People that enjoyed my company and wanted
to be with me. I became a living breathing human being and I learned so much.
I learned that I could have fun in almost any setting. A coffee shop. A bar.
I could have fun anywhere, and I did too. My whole attitude changed.
I was happy. I had Jay's undivided attention, and he had some truly interesting
ideas. He had a really good imagination, and I completely benefited from being
the most recent recipient of his lusts.
It was he that took me to the bondage show at Nocturne. The one where I met
Traci. He had told me to stay close to him. My submissive status was quite
obvious, and I was kind of offended.
"You don't own me, Jay."
"Look, you don't want to be free meat in here, so just do what I tell you to
do." The club was packed, and from the variety of the equipment being brought
in. I could think he maybe had a point. This place was a humanity potluck.
Tall, short, thin, fat. In leather. In satin. In ripped Levis with custom
studwork. Tuxedos. Carrying whips, and walking with the thin bamboo canes,
that cut so sharply into flesh. It had the dark friendly elegance of a
neighborhood pub. Everybody knew everybody else.
It was as I was talking to an adorable little transvestite, contemplating
running my hands up under that tight leather skirt and fucking the shit out of
her, that I spotted the elegant woman watching me from across the room. That
had been Traci, assessing me for erotic potential or violence. Whatever her
look was, it immediately sent the blood pumping into my dick. She wandered
over, and when Jay got done introducing us. If she had asked me to bark like a
dog, I would have done it. Her look was full of sexual promise, and the lady
herself had never disappointed me. I tried to do as she did. She was my
example.
I wasn't disappointed a few moments later when the doorbell rang. Danielle
stood there, with one of her friends, and she carried a small satchel. She was
smiling.
