At The Summit Ch 09

by Richard Williams Copyright 2005, All rights reserved

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AT THE SUMMIT

by Prof. Richard W.

(formerly of the University of ____________)

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1997 - Before the Summit Conference

Part 9 - "Maria's Diary"

Dean and Maria separated as he gently pushed her away. Her tan blouse remained held in place by her waistband-- Dean had resisted the immediate temptation. Glimpses of flower charms outlined hints of her curves under a rose-colored bra. He motioned with a smile for her to be seated again.

"That was too much fun!" he chortled. He told himself that he was just trying to keep her self-esteem up. "Your friend Bernard sounded very intriguing. Perhaps you would like to read more to me about him, how you felt about him....

Dean wanted to get right to the part about why she had negative feelings about the other man, but he was patient when on the trail of something interesting. He motioned for her to continue.

"Bernard, oui, Bernard!...." she sighed. She pronounced his name in the French style when she said it a second time. She flipped back through the pages of her diary to near the beginning.

"You can skip other parts if you wish," Dean told her. She nodded, and then cleared her throat.

DEAR DIARY: "I bought this diary because I am certain that I am entering an interesting period in my life. The last diary which I kept was when I was in Junior High School, and it was Sooooo boring when I read it later. Now I have met a man who is unlike any other who I have known - no, silly! - not 'known' as in having had sex with them - although that's true, too." She paused and chuckled at her own written comment.

"I am in San Francisco on a study tour with some other people from my class, visiting police academies, training programs and parole offices. It is very tiring, can be a bit of a grind, but I'm learning a lot. Especially with Bernard!!!!!

"I shouldn't get ahead of the story, Diary, but it's hard not to hurry to the best parts. And Bernard has the best parts!!!

"Anywayyyyy....we were in this police academy classroom, taught by Sergeant Linda M-something, and she started out by announcing that someone special would be auditing the class today. Of course, Stella (my friend in class) and I looked at each other and grinned, because we thought she would introduce us.

"Instead, she introduced Bernard, this "...very persuasive Frenchman..." as she called him, who had asked to attend our class for an article that he was writing for a magazine. She winked at him as she pointed him out to us.

Maria stopped reading and looked at Dean.

"I didn't understand then just what she meant by "persuasive" the way I do now. I can easily understand how he persuaded her." There was an edge to the tone of her voice. She picked up the book again.

DEAR DIARY: "I did not pay too much attention to Bernard at first... I was kind of miffed that he got the introduction, and that Linda M. forgot about us completely.

"During the break, though, he came up to us and told us that he had heard that we were also visiting. He wanted to ask questions about a couple of questions that we had asked-- things about the American justice system which he did not understand. He was so warmly confident... not arrogant... and he was so interested in Stella and I, that we found that we enjoyed talking with him.

"Strength... certainty... they seemed to flow from him. I found myself being interested in knowing more about him, and Stella was feeling the same things. After class, it was easy for the two of us to agree to have coffee with him-- it was too early for dinner, and besides, with the two of us, we were safe. Stella is an older Hispanic woman, who came back to school after raising her kids. She has a lot of common sense.

"At coffee, he was so at ease and full of interesting questions and comments that I could not help but feel a lot of respect for Bernard. Stella really was enjoying his company, too. When he suggested dinner, his Gallic charm must have overcome us, because it seemed so logical for both of us to join him. He claimed that he could put us all on his expense account, as he was interviewing us for his article.

"He must have been more than just a news reporter, though-- maybe his family has some money. He took us to the Top of the Mark, and as the fun flowed on, I felt a stronger and stronger feeling of connection with him. We knew so much about each other now-- I began to feel very warm about him. Stella did, too! If things are okay with her, this must be good.

"Later, I started to worry a bit. I recognized the desire building inside me. This was crazy-- too impulsive. I wanted the evening to go on and on. And yet I was worrying-- what if he picks Stella and they just say "good night" to me? What if he picks me, and I'm left with this guy I need to know more about? We're just going down to his room to see the view he's been telling us about, and to talk some more. The waiters are getting ready to go home.

Maria almost groaned as she reviewed all the worries that had crossed her mind.

DEAR DIARY: "Even though I was sure we'd just be chatting, I found myself wondering if more would happen. And then the WORST thought hit me-- I had always planned sex carefully, even when the guy was SURE that it was spontaneous. I'd go through my dresser drawers for an hour, trying on different things for him. The Sweet Nothings Classic for the first time I'd let him caress my breasts (touching the lace was WAY COOL for Ralph in Freshman year!!!), and then the Savvy when it was time for him to kiss me there, and the Flamenco for a hot night in Ralph's car at the lake, the Private Affair Lace High-Cuts for the night at his place while his folks were on vacation, etc., etc.!

Maria enjoyed even the sound of the lingerie brand names, slipping them off her tongue just as smoothly as her boyfriends had tried to slip them off her in real life.

DEAR DIARY: "But now, here I am, with this cool Frenchman, and I'm wearing Wise Buys and Cotton Couture!!!! I am comfortable and saving money, and what will he think of me?????!!! Finally, I told myself that anything more than talking was unlikely with the two of us there. I could count on Stella and her common sense.

"The view from his room was magnificent. We stood side by side, him between the two of us, to drink it in. He spoke in low tones-- I almost had to strain to listen to him, but I wanted to feel every thought of his. What he said was so important! He asked us questions about some things which showed that he thought very deeply.

"He began reminiscing about his home in Southern France, about warm days on the beaches. The warmth that he described seemed to surround us. I remember that he was amused that American women did not feel comfortable going topless on the Riviera, or much anywhere else, for that matter. Of course, he said, that must include us.

"No, it doesn't include us, does it!" Stella said. My mouth must have opened so wide... Stella laughed at me, and Bernard chuckled with her.

"I guess Stella has a bit more of that Continental love of living in her, Maria." He was teasing me, as he hugged her playfully around the shoulders. I felt an urgent desire to have him now, and I was not going to let him go. Seeing him touching her, even so innocently, made my blood hot. He was looking into her eyes.

"My people invented sunny islands in the Mediterranean, and we know how to live life!" That's what I told him! Imagine, Diary!

"Bernard still watched Stella. I began unbuttoning my blouse. Stella saw this, and her fingers raced to open hers. I hurried to remove my bra, and tossed it aside as Bernard turned back to me. It was just a piece of cloth now, and he would not notice the cut-rate cloth when every centimeter of my breasts was exposed to his gaze.

"Behind him, Stella's minimizer was off now and her buxom charms were equally open to his view. She was shorter than I am, and her bust size was bigger. Even though we both have dark complexions, we were different in every physical way.

"I thought that Bernard would be embarrassed by this tableau, but he seemed unconcerned. Yet, I knew that he was enjoying our nude femininity-- it's just that the way that he did made us want him the more.

"He was continuing his story, about the warm beaches, as we looked out his window together, an arm of his wrapped around each of us. Somehow, it seemed more blissful than I could have imagined. His embrace was so reassuring.

"Then he laughed in that engaging way of his, as he admitted that he was feeling warm himself - perhaps as he described the beaches, or perhaps as he enjoyed our beauty. He wasn't sure which. He took off his shirt and undershirt, and now the three of us stood there topless.

"When he described us as beautiful, we both blushed, even though it sounded corny... our skin was flushed down onto our breasts.

"As my breasts grazed against his bare chest, my nipples went hard, and I felt myself filling out. Instead of feeling embarrassed or self-conscious, I just understood that this would make me more attractive to Bernard - not that Stella wasn't enjoying the same things happening to her. Now, as we talked with him, it was close, intimate, in lowered tones on our part, too, and it seemed so natural that my purpose in being here was to please him. A gradually receding part of me was telling me to call a halt to things, but that was so foolish. After all, Stella was here, and if I left, she would take him. It was obvious, the way she was touching him. Suddenly I was unable to avoid visualizing her smiling at me after making love to this sweet man.... telling me what I had missed.

"And it was so safe with Stella there. After all, she wouldn't be interested in staying if Bernard were in some way risky. We were laughing and teasing now, anyway. I felt wonderful, especially as I caressed Bernard's back.

"Damn! Stella was unzipping him and he was pretending (I think) to struggle against her and then he kissed her. Why should SHE be getting the fun?

"I tugged at his pants from behind, being sure to grab his silk boxers with both hands. He squirmed and protested, but we teasingly yanked them to the floor, Stella from the front and I from the back. He sure would pay for having taunted us into going topless! Now HE was the one showing his nude beauty.

"Stella and I stepped back to admire our work, as it was Bernard's turn to finally blush a bit. His manhood, HELL, his penis, was trying to come up. There was a glistening, swelling drop riding on its tip.

"Hey, instead of staring at me, let's look at something else that I wanted you to see. I bet you ladies are too tired this late at night to be wanting any more from me anyway." Bernard said that in an honest tone, and he should have been right. Until that point, I mostly was competing with Stella, I realize now.

"He wanted us to look at just one more thing before we ended this silly game and dressed and left-- the soothing, rhythmic flashing of a light across the City. It was so interesting, he was right, but he was also right about us being sleepy. Both Stella and I were nodding off, it seemed.

"The brief catnap which this induced was just the thing we needed. We both were suddenly full of vigor... and as my English prof used to say, deviltry!

"Bernard," Stella archly inquired, "have you ever been taken to bed by two horny women at the same time?" She stood with her hands on her broad hips, her legs planted firmly apart. She leaned back slightly, so that her mount of Venus showed through her slacks. It wasn't really a question, Diary, more like an order. Later on, she told me that he was going to have no choice but to fuck her! That's what she said!!!

"Stella!" I began to object, but then I began to fully understand how very horny I truly, truly was. Hornier than that time with >Ron<, even!!! Stella, as usual, was right. I suppose that her own panties were as wet now as mine.

"Race you!" I said to her, ignoring Bernard for a moment. I cheated! I had already started pulling my slacks down when I said that . Stella worked fast to catch up. It felt great for us to be out of our clothes, a delicious feeling of freedom, and I forgot all about worrying about my bargain panties.

"We converged on Bernard, our wet pussies pressing into his flanks, and the heat of our breasts close to him, rubbing gently against him. Our perfumes mingled in a pleasant way - I found it pleasant, anyway. His face showed surprise, but his penis was up for this, we both saw that!

"Ladies, please...." he began. "Don't you think that we ought to know each other better?" He was chuckling as he said that, which made it hard for us to take it seriously. Stella advanced on him from the front now, her busty bosom pressing against him, forcing him to back up. I stepped around and snapped the covers off, and then the three of us were in his bed.

"I don't recall everything that happened, it was as if there was a golden haze around us. I do remember that Stella took him into herself first, but I didn't care, because he was kissing ME and saying my name when they came. He was murmuring sweet things to me, even while she was greedily holding him inside herself. She was just SHOWING OFF that she was so coordinated and experienced, milking him that way and trying not to leave any for me.

"It was Bernard, always the GENTLEMAN, who suggested that I should have a better spot and gently, but firmly, moved her off himself. It seemed right now that my ONLY purpose in life was to please him, and so I ignored the way that she cuddled to him. She was caressing and cooing at his side, taking his hand and drawing it to her pussy, encouraging him to stroke her.

"I knew what to do, though. Diary, I bet that you just wish that I was keeping you when I was with Ralph. That time at his folk's place while they were at the convention, the first time we really got to be adults and do everything beautifully instead of grabbing each other in the car, I discovered that I could get him ready for seconds soooo quickly....

Dean watched as Maria shifted position restlessly. Her nipples were pushing outward on the tan cloth which still covered them. He resisted the urge to give her the "Act Out" command, realizing that it would be awfully juvenile of him to do so. On the other hand, it was very tempting.

Maria described how she kissed Bernard back to weary life, and then as he rose to half-staff, how she had knelt over him and caressed herself with his manhood-- the thrill of watching her approaching orgasm created a desperate urge within him. She had felt him stiffening against her outer lips, and as he did, she held him, squeezed gently, and placed his refreshed pre-cum on her clitoris. Rocking smoothly against the velvet ridges of his penis, she sensed every steely inch of the Frenchman, and then with a roar of excitement he was ready to enter her.

Bernard sat up on the bed, dragging Stella up with him. His sudden strength lifted Maria above his lap, and he planted her on his almost painfully erect member. The three of them rocked in ascending rhythm to a flaming climax.

"Diary, I slept awfully hard that night, in bed with Bernard and Stella. It was a bit crowded, but it didn't seem to matter. The odd thing is that I had many strange dreams, especially about a shadowy figure who is even more masterful than Bernard. But I can't think of who that might be, even though I felt a desire for him. Certainly not Ralph!!!

"In the morning, of course we made love again. Even though I AM NOT a Lesbian, I have to admit that it felt good when Stella and I were touching each other. Bernard only let us do that a bit at first, and then he took over. He always knew what to do. Later, when he saw how much we enjoyed it, and when he was a bit rundown, he told us to go ahead, and we, Stella and I, went ALL THE WAY. Bernard watched, and by the time we were finished, HE was horny again.

"When we went to take showers, we shampooed each other, and it felt great to be together. It was so sweet, when I went in, to look down closely and discover a curl of Bernard's and another of Stella's caught in mine. It was so perfect.

A tear formed and went down the young woman's face. Dean pulled out a Kleenex and dabbed the drop away.

"Why are you crying? Was this too perfect?" Dean's voice shifted in rapport with Maria's distress.

"There's a part further along in here which will explain it," Maria sobbed. "I'll skip ahead to it." Dean nodded agreement.

"Stella and I were over to Bernard's a lot, I guess..." Maria flipped through the pages of the diary, a pensive look on her face. "And then things began to change." She began to read aloud again.

"Bernard brought a young male friend of his to dinner with us one evening, and it was not long before the friend and Stella had hit it off with each other. They decided to go to the friend's place after we'd been at Bernard's to see the lights - something that had become our fun tradition. All four of us enjoyed the winking light across "Baghdad-by-the-Bay." Stella told me just after that she had a really good feeling about the friend, that she was outgrowing Bernard. It all seemed sudden, but somehow made sense to me.

"It was great having Bernard to myself. There were things that I wanted to do with him that I had never even thought of before, and now with Stella out of the way, it seemed so natural to think of these things. I'd never been a little doggie in the park before, all excited by having the big St. Bernard! And he was so perfect in me!!!" She giggled as she read this part, and then frowned.

Dean asked her what was wrong.

"He was too perfect. I should have understood that a man so experienced had not just been with other women, but would want to keep on being with other women."

"How do you know that?" The train lurched as Dean asked Maria the follow-up question, and he could not help but notice how attractively she moved to hold her balance.

Maria thumbed further ahead in her diary.

"The awful night - when everything fell apart. I had called Bernard to see about dinner with him-- my class schedule had changed. I called him at the hotel number, and I guess I must have interrupted a cellphone conversation that he was having. He was hurried, curt... and then when he hung up, the handset didn't go back onto the cradle right. I could hear everything!!! I thought I would listen for a moment, just hear him moving around his hotel room. And then I heard him return to the cellphone conversation. I could hear every damn word that he said!" A tear began to form at her right eye.

Dean saw that this was a critical point, worth using his investment in hypnotizing Maria.

"Perhaps it would help if you would *act out* what he said," Dean suggested.

"Yes!" Maria almost jumped at the thought. Her voice dropped an octave or more - any lower, Dean thought, and she would have to shave. She even imitated what must have been Bernard's accent.

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"... yes, Linda, yes! It was that young woman you pointed out to me in your class, the one studying... criminology. Oui, she's an excellent subject, and it's been fun preparing her for her assignment to the Chief. {Laughing} She's sure that there is someone much better than me waiting for her... non, you think that is not possible? {More laughing.} Oh, I suppose that YOU wanted her. Well, you can't -- she's a joy to be inside, and you couldn't appreciate that.... Sorrrryyy, 'Ms. Linda'....! Her friend Stella? She's assigned to our young man Roland now. Yes, he's still as clumsy as ever, I'm sure, but after I guided her, she thinks he's wonderful. And who knows, eh, if they try it as often as he says they have, he's going to get it right sooner or later??!! {Even more laughing.}