15

This is the last two chapters of a fifteen-chapter novella. I posted the first 11 chapters individually, but Chapters 11 through 15 relate to one event and ought to be read in one sitting. In any event, the story is about co-ed housemates and is set in the summer of 1979.

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Chapter 14

It was about 1:00 in the morning, and I had a good, mellow buzz going. An old jazz tune came on, and I took it as a sign. I excused myself and told Charlie I’d be back a bit later.

I found them at the bar. When she saw me she touched her husband’s shoulder. He stood up.

“Hello, Annie.” He stuck out his hand. “My name is Alan.”

“Hello Alan.”

“I am glad you found us Annie. Come, follow me.” Victoria led the way. They both carried their drinks. I could tell they were tipsy by their walk. She stopped to talk briefly to a bouncer. She handed him a couple bills, and he motioned for us to follow him down the hallway. I was nervous again.

“Vicki worked here once. It was a long time ago.” Alan whispered this to me as we entered the room, but Victoria could hear him.

“It was a different place then, just a strip joint,” Victoria replied. She looked at me and said, “Pasties, you know?” and tweaked her tits and laughed.

“That was twenty-five years ago,” Alan said laughing.

“Ha ha ha,” chided Victoria.

The room was the size of a small bedroom and almost antiseptically clean. There was a long couch against one wall, an over stuffed chair, a few bar stools that looked out of place, a full-length mirror on the back of the door, and a coat rack in the corner. The music was piped in through a speaker in the ceiling.

Vicki started to unzip her dress. “Oh, you don’t have a drink, Annie. That won’t do. Another vodka?”

“No thank you.” I fidgeted. What was I getting myself into now? Relax, I said to myself. It is just a little dance. I had only agreed because I found Victoria so inexplicably fascinating.

“Nonsense.” She opened the door and called down to the bouncer. She asked for someone to bring another double vodka. She closed the door and let her cocktail dress drop to the floor. I thought of the movie The Graduate.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson?” I said.

She laughed at my comment. “God that I looked as good as Anne Bancroft.”

She looked better. Her breasts were buxom, with large, pale areolas and only a bit of sag to show for the years. She was wearing only her garter belt, stockings, and heels – no panties. There was a knock at the door. Victoria paid for my drink without covering herself and handed it to me.

“There you go, Annie.”

Alan was also undressing. I wondered what I should do. I decided to be patient. They certainly seemed like a harmless, rich, inebriated old couple. They hung their clothes on the coat rack.

“I am taking this god-awful belt off.” She winked at me. “Damn thing has been pinching at me all night. I’ve gotten fat, dear. You watch yourself.”

She wasn’t fat. We were the same height, and I would be surprised if she had ten pounds on me. She had faint traces of stretch marks on her sides, and the pooch of her tummy was more pronounced, but still in a sexy sort of way. Her hips were expansive, but smooth. Her bottom was full and soft and jiggly, but it was shapely. She looked fantastic to me.

“I’m taking these damn shoes off, too.”

Alan took a seat on the couch and picked up his drink. His flesh had softened over the years, but I could see the remnants of a tanned, muscular young man. He looked silly in just his socks with a drink in his hand. He looked drunk, too, but he was attractive in a gentlemanly, almost regal sort of way.

“Do you guys have kids?” I felt like I had to know.

“Oh, good lord.” She put her hands on her hips and faced me in nothing but her stockings now. “Look at me. Of course we have kids.”

Alan laughed loudly. “Honey, you’re a goddess!” She laughed. Alan continued. “We have three kids. I can’t remember their names.” They both laughed. “They’ve all moved away.”

Victoria sat next to Alan on the couch. They kissed. Victoria looked at me.

“What do you do, Annie?”

“I’m in college.”

Alan raised his glass to me. “Good thing, college. Good for you. I didn’t think many of you girls go to college.” He must be confusing me, I thought, with those other girls. “All of our kids went to college. Some are still there, I think.” Alan was enjoying himself. “Cost me a fortune. Nothing to show for it.”

“You’re a putz, Alan.”

There was a brief pause. The song was “Let’s Groove Tonight” by Earth Wind and Fire. I closed my eyes and listened. I set down my drink and started to dance.

I let my robe fall open. I ran my hands over the chiffon of my baby doll. I pressed up against the undersides of my breasts.

It was good to be young and beautiful, I thought. I liked this couple. I wanted to dance for the both of them. Strangely, I was feeling like I had done this before. I felt naughty and cheap and slutty and sexy and young and gorgeous. I turned my back to them and let my robe drop to the floor. I kept my legs straight and bent at the waist to pick it up.

“Oh my!” I heard Alan exclaim.

Victoria took my robe, folded it for me, and set it aside. I decide to do away with the strip tease part. I didn’t know what I was doing, anyway, and I suspected they wanted to get to the naked part. I took off my baby doll and my panties. I stood before them naked in my white stockings. Alan applauded politely. Victoria was watching me. She crossed her legs. She looked in Alan’s lap. His penis was flaccid. She looked back at me. I danced.

I twisted and moved with the music. I caressed myself all over. I walked up to Alan and spread his legs, and standing right in front of him I massaged my pussy with both hands. I put one foot up on the couch, on Alan’s left side, away from Victoria. She reached over with her right hand and took hold Alan’s swelling penis. Good, I thought. I hoped it was working as she had planned.

The music changed, another disco classic. “Shake Your Groove Thing.” I turned around between Alan’s legs and shook my bum in his face. He squeezed my cheeks. I turned around again and looked at where she was stroking him. He was erect. Brazenly, and feeling erotically charged, I took one of his hands pushed it between my legs. He strummed my pussy with his fingers. He pressed against my clit. Victoria let go of him and stood up. I froze. Was I doing something wrong?

“Go on dear, go on.” She walked around behind me. She slithered up against me. I could feel her breasts brush softly against my back. She put her mouth next to my ear.

“You’re doing great,” she whispered, and the heat of her breath and the sexiness of her voice excited me.

Alan kept diddling my clit. He knew what he was doing. I was wet and hot. Victoria fondled my breasts and stroked my tummy. She pressed against me firmly, pulling at my hips.

She whispered next to my ear. “Isn’t she beautiful, Alan?”

“Another goddess, just like you.”

I put my hand up to the side of her face and pushed our cheeks together. I turned my head to give her the opportunity if she wanted. She kissed my mouth. I turned to face her. I kicked of my heels. We embraced. We kissed passionately. I planted my hands into the fleshiness of her voluptuous bottom. She did the same to me. I could feel our pubic mounds pressing together.

“Oh, my this is interesting,” I heard Alan say. His hands joined hers on my bum. Victoria whispered to me again.

“Dance for him the way you danced for your friend.” She let me go.

I backed up and he guided me down to his lap with his hands on my hips. I felt his penis between my cheeks. I squeezed. He was too small for that to have the desired effect, I thought, and so I rocked and twisted in his lap, and I could feel his penis rolling around underneath me. I turned and straddled him, knees by his hips. He kissed my breasts. His hands felt strong and demanding against the softness of my ass. I squatted down on him so that his dickhead pressed against my pubic mound. I looked in his eyes.

“Oh god Vicki,” he said, closing his eyes.

I swayed and bounced in his lap, tickling his penis. He fondled my ass and breasts, running his hands gently all over my thighs, my hips, my back, my arms, my sides.

“Oh god Vicki,” he said again. “You feel so good.” I let the tip of his penis trace my vagina. “I want you so badly, Vicki. I want you now.” He kept his eyes closed.

Vicki touched my shoulder. She motioned me away from Alan with her eyes. I stood up. She took my place.

“I’m here, baby.” She straddled him. She teased him. I watched. She guided his penis into her.

“Like that, baby? Is that good?”

She started slowly. They kissed. His hands wandered over her body like they had mine.

They fucked right there in front of me, and I watched them, and as strange as it was I couldn’t help but think how romantic it was.

Alan was right. She was most definitely still a goddess. I hoped I was as beautiful and sexy as she was when I was her age. She picked up her pace. Alan started to groan. Now she was bucking on him. Alan was a lucky man. I now felt uninvited. I put on my robe and gathered my things. I left them alone, carefully opening and closing the door.

“They’ll be a few more minutes,” I said as I winked at the bouncer and walked back into the party.

I went to the ladies lounge and put my panties and baby doll in our locker. It was late, I thought, and I decided I would get by with just my robe for the rest of the night. No more dancing.

Amy came in while I was freshening up. She had taken off her body stocking and was wearing her snap off shorts and a flimsy, black camisole. With her bare legs in those boots and the tight shorts showing off her firm ass, she was definitely hot. I thought she looked better than she had in her stocking. We walked back to our table together.

Mike and Charlie were there. I ordered a soda. We talked about the scene.

Victoria came by a few moments later. She asked me to follow her to the ladies lounge. I walked behind her, and I caught myself paying attention to her gait. I wanted to be able to imitate it.

She stopped in front of a full-length locker and slipped out of her dress. She kicked off her heels. She opened her locker and set her things inside. She was naked except for her stockings. I was gazing with delight at her mature flesh.

“Thank you. You were wonderful,” she said as she fumbled for something in her locker. She handed me a one hundred-dollar bill. I clenched it in my hand. “Alan and I appreciate it.” She sat down and began to roll down her stockings.

“It was nothing.” I turned to leave.

“Wait, dear.” She motioned me back to her. She hung up her stockings. “I want to ask you something. Just a second. Are you in need of a shower?”

I wondered what she wanted. I actually could have used a shower. “I suppose I do, now that you mention it.”

“Good, meet me in the shower and we can talk.”

I nodded. I went to my locker and took off my robe, stockings, pearls and heels. I slipped the hundred into my jeans pocket in the bag.

She had a full layer of lather on her torso when I joined her. I took the showerhead next to hers. We were both careful not to wet our hair.

I couldn’t help but to compare our bodies. There was a striking potential for resemblance. Her skin was slightly weathered and damaged here and there from the sun, and it wasn’t as tight as mine, but not distractingly so. As she rinsed off, she spoke.

“Is Charlie your boyfriend?”

“Not really.”

“So, in a way he is your boyfriend?”

“We are good fiends.”

“This may seem silly. I’m not sure how best to say this, so I will just say it. Do you think I could dance for him?” She sighed and rolled her eyes. “All right, what I really mean is, do you think you could persuade him to ask me to dance for him?”

She stood very still and looked at me with what I thought was a hint of sorrow in her eyes.

“That seems like it would be up to Charlie.”

“But do you think he would, if you asked him? I want to dance for both of you, together. I want him to ask me to do that, to ask me with you, in front of Alan, and then for us to leave him. I would give you another hundred, and a twenty for Charlie to give to me, plus I will pay for the room, of course.”

We were standing naked within a foot of each other. I felt a strange affinity for Victoria at that moment. I wanted her to be happy. I wanted her to have her little fantasy.

“I think he might be persuaded.”

“Oh thank you, Annie. I am so glad we met.” She put her hand to my cheek and traced her thumb under my eye. She was looking intently at my face.

“You are so beautiful, Annie. Look at you. I so much want to be you, dear. I want to feel the way I know you feel tonight. Thank you, even if it is just for a moment.”

I smiled at her. I was staring into her eyes. She had small crow’s feet, but her eyes were otherwise very much like mine. I thought she looked stunning. She pulled my head toward hers with the slightest movement of her fingers. I didn’t resist. I stepped towards her. We embraced and kissed, like we had in front of Alan, but this was different. It wasn’t a show. She held my head in her hands as she kissed me. I pulled her against me from the small of her back.

She whispered into my mouth, “Wait about a half an hour. If he is willing, come by our table. It will be less crowded then. I’ll be looking for you.”

“Can I ask you something, Victoria?”

“Call me Vicki, dear. Were friends now.”

“How old are you?”

“I shouldn’t say.”

“I feel like I need to know.”

“I’m forty-six.”

“You look great, Vicki.”

“In my heart, I am still young, Annie. When I look in the mirror, it’s someone like you I expect to see, but then I see me and I can’t believe my eyes. It is hard, this getting-old thing.”

We kissed again, less passionately but somehow more intimately.

As we were drying off at our lockers, she gave me another one hundred-dollar bill and two twenties. She was taking her time applying her makeup when I left.

A slender woman was standing beside our table when I returned. She was striking. Her hair was long and thick and wavy, the color of dark mahogany with subtle amber highlights. She had apparently stopped to say hello to Amy.

Her voice was raspy and very quiet. I noticed how carefully and expertly she had applied her makeup. She brushed her hair out of her face with slender fingers. Her nails were the color of blood, deep and shiny. Her pert breasts strained against a red satin bra trimmed in black lace. Her panties matched her bra. She wasn’t wearing any stockings. Her legs were long and thin and her skin was so smooth it appeared to shine in the colored lights.

I sat down just as she said good-bye to Amy. Her hips were svelte, and she swayed them elegantly as she walked. Charlie leaned out from the table to watch her walk away.

“Who was that?” Mike asked looking bewitched. Amy laughed.

“She is gorgeous, isn’t she?” Amy said through her giggling.

“What’s so funny?’ I was curious.

“Nothing, nothing.” Amy composed herself. “Her name is Vanessa. She’s a lot of fun.” Amy looked around. “Where’s Tom?”

“He’s at the far platform, over there.” Mike pointed him out.

Amy leaned over the table as if she was going to share a secret with us. “Vanessa is a regular. She has, well, how should I put this? She has a special talent.” Amy looked around the room again. “Here, I’ll show you. Let’s have some fun.”

Amy got up and went over to where Vanessa was standing. I watched Amy hand Vanessa a couple bills. Amy pointed out Tom for her. They chatted for a few moments, and then they hugged. Vanessa started for Tom. Amy hurried back to our table.

“Come on, let’s watch.” Amy was beaming.

“What’s her special talent, Amy?” I asked as I watched Vanessa tap Tom on the shoulder.

“You’ll see. She’s good.”

Vanessa led Tom to a couch in the center of a less crowded area. We followed. Amy took a place behind where Tom was seated, near a table where we could set our drinks. I could tell others were positioning themselves so that they could see Vanessa. The Cars were playing. “Life’s a dream, I’m moving in stereo….”

She was slinky and sinewy in the way she moved. I thought of a harem girl, gyrating her hips methodically. She was hypnotizing. She let Tom undo the front clasp of her bra, and it fell away. Her breasts were perfectly molded, like sculpted museum pieces. I wondered whether they were real, and decide they were too beautiful to be fake. Amy leaned against me.

“Best boob-job you’ll ever see.”

“You’re kidding?” I was truly surprised.

“Beverly Hills doctor. Cost her a fortune.”

Her breasts were full and nicely rounded below the nipple, and her nipples angled slightly upward. I always thought a boob job resulted in balloon-like tits, but hers weren’t big. They were womanly soft and delicately shaped. I was impressed. Her dancing was enchanting.

She stood between Tom’s legs. She turned away from him. Tom pulled at her panties, and she slapped at his hand playfully. As she slowly rolled down her panties, Tom leaned forward, putting his face close to her bum cheeks. She was nicely tanned, with no tan lines. Her skin was radiant. I could tell Tom was struggling to restrain himself.

When her panties reached the lower portion of her bottom, Tom placed his hands on her hips and kissed her cheeks. She squirmed about, and looked over her shoulder at him smiling and then laughing as he nuzzled up to her bum. She let him press his face into her bottom. Then she turned around and backed ever so slightly away from him, just out of his reach.

She held on to the crotch of her panties with both hands, her legs held tightly together. Slowly she pushed then down. She revealed the crest of her pubic hair, and it was neatly cropped and dark and nappy. She stopped. There was a charge in the small crowd that had gathered behind Tom. I saw one of the professional girls looking on, excitedly telling the man with her to watch.

Vanessa bent towards Tom and tore away her panties. Then she spread her feet and legs and stood up straight.

I couldn’t register what my eyes were seeing at first. A penis seemed to spring forth from between her legs. There was a gasp from the onlookers, and then calls of encouragement.

Her surprising genitalia transfixed me. It WAS a penis. It was a very real, very normal looking penis. It was ever so slightly engorged. The skin was smooth and dramatically white against her otherwise olive, whole-body tan. I had no idea what to think. Some of the onlookers were laughing. People walking by stopped to stare. I couldn’t see Tom’s face. He was sitting absolutely still. Vanessa swayed at the hips and waggled her penis. She had an enormous smile on her face.

“She’s spectacular, isn’t she?” Amy was beside herself. She had to put her hand on my shoulder to steady herself as she laughed. I didn’t know what to do or say.

“Does she have balls?” Despite the evidence, I was turning skeptical. Amy had tears in her eyes now.

“Oh god, Annie. She’s had a little plastic surgery down there. I don’t know what you’d call it. A snip and tuck? But yes, she definitely has balls.”

“I can’t believe it.”

Charlie and Mike were talking excitedly. Charlie turned to Amy and me.

“Oh Amy, now that is a funny. Oh, Tom was kissing his ass. Oh god…”

“Her ass,” Amy scolded Charlie, but he ignored her

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I kept watching. Vanessa sat down in Tom’s lap and put an arm around his shoulders. She whispered something in his ear. She kissed him on the forehead and stood back up. She tucked her cock between her legs and straightened up. She looked so much like a woman. Her hips were narrow, but they spread out from her even narrower waist.