Near lunchtime Harry sat at a table set for two in the crowded bar-restaurant, nursing a beer and thinking he'd change to wine - perhaps he'd kill a whole bottle. He had thought of inviting his protégé for lunch but did not relish the thought of a rude rejection.
He was feeling sexy. It had been a long time and some fine examples of womanhood were around him but all accompanied by men. He pictured Sierra in her apartment...oh boy, pulling on her stockings, her briefs hanging on her outstretched foot...
"Hello, I do believe you are Harry O'Hern - are you?"
"Yes."
"Hi, may I sit with you?"
"I guess knowing my name gives you that entitlement," Harry joked, rising to his feet and inspecting the unspectacular low-thirty-something in a tight blue and white patterned strapless sun frock masking smallish breasts and a body that looked beautifully proportioned.
"Very droll," she said, placing her cocktail on the table, sitting and inspecting him closely.
Harry decided she must be intelligent, recognizing his class and therefore not being a barfly who picked on guys who'd exchange $100 or even $600 for an inadequate romp.
He wouldn't ask her name which could make her interested in him. He'd stood when inviting her to sit, so her comment was inevitable, she being quite short: "God, you're tall."
She then diverted to suck down some fruity looking coconut-based concoction through a glass straw.
"My mum used to stretch me on a medieval rack whenever I was naughty, so I had a stretch twice a day."
"Oh genuine humor; how refreshing. I'm Jenni Bannister - perhaps you've heard of me?"
"No, can't say I have. Are you famous and going to say I'm taking a risk talking to you?"
Jenni laughed, said no, and announced the strength of her drink was lethal.
Two hours, a light lunch and several drinks later, Jenni led Harry into her apartment, shared with two other females who were away for the weekend.
"I have to say, Jenni, I don't do it on first dates."
"Do what?" Jenni asked, straight-faced, then giggling at Harry's embarrassment said it was okay, neither did she, but weren't they lucky as this wasn't a date.
Harry licked his lips and buried them in his favorite position, between the breasts although she'd not removed any clothing.
In the bedroom - Harry had lost all sense of time as one tends to do in such situations - he unzipped her sundress. It fell, revealing she was bra-less and in a pair of panties that tightly covered a well-shaped moist camel-toe.
Jenni unbuttoned the top of his shirt and pulled it over his head, dropped his trousers and smacked her lips, saying "What have we here?"
Dropping to her knees she licked and sucked and eventually crammed it into her mouth with gusto.
As she began to wilt, Harry flipped Jenni on to the floor and joined her into a sixty-nine, and soon had her screaming and watched her eyes roll into her head as she popped, big-time.
Realizing she was looking for more, Harry spun Jenni around and sank into her virtually up to his pubic bone - there was plenty of width.
Although unspectacular, her titties were responsive and turned mottled red below the rather purple looking nipples that remained small but had hardened into tiny rubber extensions and were inviting to be nibbled and he obliged.
Finally Jenni tensed, began writhing and uttering obscenities and gurgled and shuddered as if being wracked by an internal earthquake.
Harry pulled out - he'd forgotten to ask if she were on a contraceptive but kept working his fingers.
Sensationally, as she convulsed and began drenching his fingers she cried out, "I'm one of Sierra Bycroft's best friends."
The enormity of that disclosure hit Harry between the eyes and he ejaculated all over Jenni. Never had he pumped so copiously.
"Friggin' fuck," Jenni gasped, regaining her breath and looking at the mess over her chest and feeling it on her face almost up to her hair. "Are you on something?"
Harry had long-known the possible ramifications of having unprotected casual sex with partners one only knew by a first name if lucky. He'd also heard about the dark side such as blackmail, being coated in STD's, pregnancy real or imagined, involvement in court proceedings, being mugged and even terrible maimed by irate associates of the casual recipient. Then there were casual recipients not wishing to disappear and thus became horrendous clinging nuisances.
It was a wonder anyone had casual sex. But never had the aftermath reactions of disgust, humiliation and undeserved sense of betrayal been explained to him: now amid such an experience, he was feeling betrayed and had betrayed and his ego was severely cracked. He'd been deceived by Jenni and he'd been unfaithful to Sierra!
"That was beautiful," Jenni said, softly stroking his cheek. "I have to admit I feel totally fucked."
So was Harry, and they drifted off to sleep in a cuddle.
Harry awoke first, gently sponged Jenni's dried-goo front with a dampened towel, marveling that he could have deposited so much. He then showered, made coffee and shook her awake.
Jenni took the coffee and saw he looked so serious.
"What, are you going to tell me you have a STD?"
"No I wouldn't have shafted you even if I suspected I might be contaminated. Jenni you should have told me you were Sierra's best friend before we got down to it."
"Why?"
Her unemotional frankness startled him because he'd always believed it was men who were disloyal.
"I would have thought you'd be loyal to Sierra because after all these years she appears to be taking an interest in me."
"You've done it with her, or handed her a friendship ring?"
"No."
"Well when I saw you and she said she worked with you but there was no sexual association, I asked could I make a pitch - and she said go for it."
"When was this?"
"A couple of days after she returned from Europe, if that makes any difference. She's not cancelled that offer and so I possessed the go-ahead."
"It does make me feel somewhat relieved; it makes me feel as if I have not betrayed her."
"So it's likely to be her, rather than me," Jenni said, not attempting to conceal her disappointment.
