Sunny Par

Bill sat at Faith's kitchen table, as she handed him a soda. Then she sat down herself. She was beautiful, Bill thought. Half his age, of course, but that hadn't always proved a barrier. The spitting image of his friend Maggie - or Maggie as she had been when she was young, before Bill met her. At a time when he'd been half Maggie's age, he supposed, or even less.

Faith was wearing a long evening dress, with a deep cut neckline that showed off the valley between her nicely rounded breasts, but Bill tried to keep his gaze higher. "Thank you, Faith," he said.

She sat down next to him, forcing him to adjust his gaze. God, those were beautiful breasts. And she wanted him, too. If he asked to feel them, she'd almost certainly say yes, despite their agreement he was supposed to be just her mentor for three months - minus two days now, but three months that were going to drive him crazy. And it had been his idea, too.

Three months in which she most likely would decide he wasn't that interesting after all. God, he was a fool. But he was the executor of Maggie's trust, which meant that he was the trustee of Faith's fortune. And should she not stay in Sunny Park, it would be his job to take her money away from her. It had conflict of interest all over it.

Bill was no stranger to conflicts of interest. There was his secretary, Amber, who made clear that, while she preferred women, she was willing to make an exception in Bill's case and provide extra services on the side. Not long ago she'd made sure he could see a scorching hot kiss with Faith through his office door, as if to tell him what he was missing by turning her down. He'd shut the door.

Well, that was as good a place to start as any. "So, Faith, how do you feel about -"

"Freeze!" yelled a voice that carried across the twenty feet or so that separated Faith's house from her cousin Toby's next door. "More lube. We need more lube!"

Faith glanced over. "Oh my god, is he putting it where I think he's putting it?"

"Probably," Bill said. "They're kind of distracting, aren't they? Should we move to the living room?"

Faith shook her head. "No, this is fine. How do I feel about what?"

Bill changed his mind. "So you had a date with Jack, how did that go?"

"Fine," Faith said.

"Faith, if you want me to mentor you, you're going to need to provide me with more than the minimal response."

"Oh. Are you telling me that I should tell you

everything

?"

"Well, time isn't infinite, but anything that's significant, yes."

Faith smiled. "Well, since you told me I should. Jack and I went to the movie.

Fashionistas

. It was even dirtier than Maggie's movies."

Bill nodded. "Yes, well, pornography has gotten a little more extreme over the years. But it was very well done, I think. One of the last truly great porn movies."

Faith nodded. "Maybe we should watch it together sometime, Bill. You could help me with the artistic appreciation, and tell me which parts you think are particularly good."

Oh yeah, watching porn with Faith and telling her what he liked was a perfectly safe, platonic activity. Not. He turned it around. "What parts did you like?"

"Amber asked me the same question, and I didn't know. It was all kind of a blur. It's not a movie about very nice people, is it? And I was, um, paying attention to other things. I have to tell you about that, don't I?" She smiled at him brightly.

"You don't have to," Bill said. He wasn't naïve. He knew that she was trying to turn his role of offering suggestions into one where he was giving her orders. "It might help me understand where you're at, though."

"Well, I was touching Jack's penis."

Bill raised his eyebrows. "In public?"

"Other people were doing it," Faith said, defensively.

"Oh, it doesn't surprise me. That wasn't judgment. I just thought it was quite a step for you. You haven't done anything like that before, have you?"

"No."

"Did you find it hard?" Bill asked.

"His penis, or the activity?"

He'd walked right into that one. "The activity. I think I can infer, with regards to Jack."

Faith shook her head. "Well, like I said, I looked around and other people were doing it. And it's not that difficult. I made him -"

"Oh! Are you all the way in?" Sin asked loudly, from across the way.

Toby's response was quieter.

Sin yelled, "Spank me, Toby!"

"Sorry," Bill asked. "What was that?"

"I made him squirt," Faith said, holding her hands together and then spreading them apart as she raised them quickly, as if to indicate just what had happened. "Like right up into the air. So, I think I got the hang of it, in the end."

"Um, yes. Men aren't too difficult, or at least the basics aren't. Women are more complicated."

Faith nodded. "Amber said that oral sex isn't -"

"Fuck me, Toby! Hard!"

"Sorry, what was that?" Bill asked.

"That it isn't difficult either. On a man, I mean. But we did some practicing."

"You and Jack, you mean?"

"No, me and Amber. With a toy. You told me to tell you everything."

Her and Amber. Practicing together. The two forbidden women in his life, both available to him as far as he could tell. He surreptitiously adjusted himself under the table. "Ah, yes. Well, maybe leave Amber's name out of it, for the sake of my professional, um -"

Faith patted Bill on the hand. "We know, you're very proper about things like that. It's one of the things that we love about you. So never mind about Amber. Anyway,

someone

came over, and I guess Maggie had something that's called a strap-on harness, and so

someone

strapped it on, and I practiced."

"Ah," Bill said. "That was nice of someone."

"I couldn't get the whole thing in, though."

"Yeah, fuck me hard! Fill your little bitch up!" yelled Sin.

"Unlike some, apparently," Faith said, and giggled.

"That's a little easier, maybe. Or maybe not. Different."

"It seems so unsanitary. They were doing it in the movie. But is that something you enjoy doing?"

"Um, this is about you, Faith. Not about me."

"But it's a lot easier to be totally open with you, Bill, if I know that you trust me. Vulnerability is a two way street. Dolly told me that."

Bill thought some unkind things about Dolly, and psychologists in general. The worst thing about Dolly was her tendency to be right. The best things about Dolly were best experienced in a bed. In fact, he'd done exactly the activity in question with Dolly a few times. "Well," he said. "It can be enjoyable, yes."

"So you like it."

"Like what, Faith? How would you describe it?" Getting her used to talking about sex was part of the job he'd taken on, which involved teaching her the Sunny Park way, as he saw it.

"Yeah, fuck my ass!" yelled Sin.

"Sodomy?" Faith suggested.

"Well, you know, some might find that term rather judgmental."

"Well then. Anal sex, if we want to be clinical."

"And non-clinically?"

Faith mumbled something, that he couldn't hear over Sin's moans and the creaking of bed springs.

"Ass fucking," Faith said. "Did you just want me to say the f-word, Bill? Because if you want that, I'm happy to use whatever words you want me to. I've never really said words like that, you know. You want me to say it again?"

"Um, perhaps you could practice with a mirror," Bill said.

"Fuck-ing," Faith mouthed, very slowly.

Bill wondered if his cheeks were getting red. "Um, very good. Where were we, before we got distracted."

"Oh, I was talking about practicing with

someone

. Well, next,

they

showed me how to use the suction cup to put the dildo on the wall, and we practiced two-girl fellatio. Oh, you don't like clinical language. Blowjobs, Mr. Goldstein. We practice two-girl blowjobs. That's where two lovely women lick a man's -"

Bill's imagination was going wild, and he was thankful they were in the kitchen, with the table, because the table concealed his raging hardon. "I'm quite familiar with the concept, Miss Cromwell."

"Faith."

"Bill."

"Oh, yes, I forgot. Well, have you ever had two girls do that to you?"

Bill met her gaze. "Yes. Several times."

"Oh," Faith said, looking disappointed.

"Let's not talk too much about what that particular someone did, shall we? At least not when we're doing it in a way where we both know exactly who it is. Faith, have you ever given a blowjob before?"

"To a man? Of course not."

"Had sex? Fucked?"

Faith shook her head. "No. I was a nice girl."

Was, he noted. "Kissed a boy, before you came to Sunny Park?"

Faith nodded. "A few times. With a chaperone. I guess that actually made me used to people looking. It never went further than that, of course. Because of the chaperone, I suppose."

Bill wondered if the chaperone was kind of pervy, him or herself. Her, probably. "Do you like kissing boys, Faith?"

Faith nodded.

"Do you let Jack touch you, or is that a one way street?"

"No, I let him touch me. He touched me here, the first time." She cupped her breast, outside the clothes. "And then the next time I let him touch me here." She slid her hand inside the dress, fondling her breast. "And then I let him touch me here." She slid her other hand under a slit in the leg.

Bill watched, aware that she didn't really need to demonstrate to get the point across.

"I'll let you fuck my ass anytime you want, Toby! My ass is yours!"

"I didn't let him do that," Faith said. "But maybe for the right man I would. I'd want someone experienced, if you know what I mean."

"Um, yes." He took a detour. "I don't presume Toby has much experience with such things, but he seems to be doing alright."

"Well, yes."

"Do you like kissing girls, Faith?"

Faith blushed.

"Hmm?" he prompted.

"Yes. I kissed Sin and, uh, someone."

"I saw you, you don't have to conceal that."

"Ah, yes. That time."

That time. So that wasn't a one-time thing for his benefit. "Do you like girls more, or boys more?"

"Oh girls, definitely. Oh, you mean to kiss? Boys, I guess. Hmm. I don't know. But there's so much more that could happen with a boy. It's more dangerous. But kissing a girl is - hmm, I didn't think I'd see anything in it at all, but it's rather nice, isn't it?"

"I have to admit I enjoy kissing girls," Bill said.

"I'm inexperienced kissing anyone, really," Faith said. "Perhaps we should practice? Is that the sort of thing a mentor does, teach a girl how to do things right?"

Oh, so tempting. "Nice try, Faith."

Faith shrugged. "Thought I'd ask. I guess I'll just have to keep practicing with

someone

. And Sin, although I think she's rather pissed at me. Oh, and Jack of course."

Was she trying to make him jealous now? It was working, but he shrugged it off. You didn't live in Sunny Park for long without realizing that the people you were into were probably doing things with other people, too.

"I wouldn't have thought that you and Sin would have much in common," Bill said.

Faith shrugged. "We don't. Opposites, and all that. I think - well, no, I don't. I don't get her."

"So do you think you might be bisexual?"

"Bisexual? Me? Of course not!" Faith said, a little too quickly.

Bill just looked at her, patiently. It was a trick that worked with recalcitrant clients sometimes. They wanted to fill the silence.

And it worked on Faith. "Well," she said, dropping her voice low, as if there was a chance that Sin and Toby could overhear despite the slapping noises. "I did go a little farther with a girl. And it was nice, but I think, well, we were just messing around, you know?"

He nodded. He was not going to ask what girl, although he was curious, and he suspected if it was anyone but Amber, Faith would have mentioned a name.

"Anyway, I wondered, but the girl said she was just a 'little bit' bisexual. So it was just a thing for her, too. So maybe I'm a 'little bit' also."

"Ah," said Bill, having a little internal debate with himself. He didn't know it was Amber. So if he made a suggestion, knowing what he knew, he wouldn't be saying anything private about Amber, either, would he? It was tricky. The whole thing was tricky. He decided to let it go.

"I might do it again. To see, you know. Science."

He nodded. "And how about things with Jack?"

"Well, that was why I was practicing. I thought I might perform fell - give him a blowjob, next time. Do you think that's a good idea, Bill?" She leaned forward, and he had to jerk his gaze upward.

"I think that if that's what you want to do, you should do it," he said levelly. He didn't feel jealous this time. To feel okay with doing all the things he sometimes thought about doing with Faith, he'd need her to be less innocent. Less virginal.

"Do you think I should have sex with him?"

"You should, if you want to, and once you've been on birth control long enough to be safe."

"You know, if you just told me what to do, it would be easier. And more fun."

He chuckled. "Well, I do have an activity that I thought you might find interesting. They're serving sushi at the dining hall in two days."

"I've had raw fish," Faith said.

"They're looking for people to help serve. Once a month we do

Nyotaimori.

"

"Can't the regular people do the serving?" Faith asked. "I mean, you just have to carry the little plates to the tables. How hard can it be?"

He thought about explaining it to her. "You said you wanted direction, and that it would make things more fun."

"Oh. Well, if you think I should, I will."

He smiled. "If you decide its too much for you, of course I don't want you to do it. But otherwise, just sign up, and do what they tell you to do. I think it will be an interesting experience."

"Yes, Sir," Faith said. "Although I don't know what's so special about sushi."

"Cummmming!" yelled Sin.

They both turned to watch.

"I had no idea a woman could orgasm from that," Faith remarked, once Sin's screams of pleasure had subsided. "She's not just faking it, is she?"

"If she is, she's the best actress ever," Bill said. "But yes, some women can. There are nerves, and - well, the two channels are quite close together, you know. But above all, our biggest sex organ is right between our ears."

"Is that what the expression 'giving head' means?" asked Faith.

Bill suppressed a smile. "No, Faith," he said, and tried to explain.

As Bill suggested, Faith signed up for

Nyotaimori

night. She could tell he was reluctant to give her the sort of direction she wanted, so she wasn't going to screw it up. She wasn't going to look the word up, either. Just trusting Bill turned her on.

She found a kimono in Maggie's closets. Maggie seemed to have a costume for every occasion, and surely that would be perfect for serving sushi to people. She wondered if the rolls would be in the shape of penises, or something. Maybe that was why Bill was being so coy about it. No matter what, he'd see that she could follow directions, and hopefully, he'd give her more.

She'd masturbated twice the night before at the thought of him telling her to lose her virginity. The second time she imagined she was blindfolded and didn't even know who was fucking her, just that Bill had ordered it. She didn't think she'd follow a direction like that in real life, but that didn't mean it wasn't hot to think about.

She showed up at the dining hall five minutes before she was supposed to, and knocked on the door. The directions had warned that she could not be late, or she might lose her spot.

"We're not open yet," said the officious woman through the glass door, the same one that had told her she wasn't dressed appropriately her first day. She thought about that outfit, with the high collar and the long skirt, and laughed. She supposed she had looked pretty frumpy.

"I'm here to help serve the sushi!" she yelled.

The woman blinked, and opened the door. "You?" she asked, incredulously.

"Yes," Faith said as she walked in while the woman closed the door behind her. "What's wrong with me? I worked as a waitress in college."

"Right. Well, report to Ms. Seckel in the dining hall."

Dolly? She walked through to the hall, and there Dolly was. Dolly wore nothing but silver pasties, a silver G-string and matching sandals with four-inch heels. There were three other girls there: Sin, Carla, and Amber. Sin only had on a pair of boots and a variety of piercings, and nodded to her from across the hall but made no attempt to approach, much less kiss, so Faith just nodded back. Carla wore nothing at all. Only Amber had something on, and that was just a jacket, with no bottoms. She, too, had high heels.

"Faith!" Dolly said. "Glad to see you! I was so pleased when I saw your name on the sign-up list! That's a beautiful kimono."

"Thank you, I thought it would be appropriate," Faith said, trying to figure out why everyone was naked.

"Put you in the mood on the walk over here, hmm? You can hang it up with the coats, I suppose. I'm glad everyone's here on time, it makes it a lot simpler."

"Hang it up?" Faith asked.

Dolly nodded. "Amber, do you mind helping Faith with the kimono? I think they can be a bit of a pain to get off sometimes. Okay, now Sin, you're going to be on this table here. And Carla, here. You've all done this before, you know the drill."

"I didn't know there would be drills involved," said Sin, with a leer.

"We should really do this sometime without all the rules," Carla said.

"But not this time," Dolly said firmly. "Especially as its Faith's first time."

Faith looked around, trying to find clues to what was going on, as Amber helped her undress. She thought of protesting that she only had her underwear on beneath the kimono, but given how they others were that seemed beside the point. "Why are we naked?" She asked Amber.

"

Nyotaimori

," Amber said, as if that explained everything. She hung the kimono up on a coat rack.

Well, it was only the girls, so it was okay. But the dining hall would open in fifteen or twenty minutes. Ah, thought Faith. We're naked waitresses.

And we'll be serving Bill. She smirked. Mentor, indeed. Well, she would happily serve him naked, if he wanted, she just wished there would be so many people watching.

"Okay, food's almost ready." Dolly said. "Faith, get the bra and panties off. Amber, I know you get cold but it's time."

"You're wearing panties," Faith pointed out. She wasn't going to disappoint Bill, though, so she took off her bra while she said it.

"Yes, but my panties are almost no panties at all," Dolly said. "G-strings only. Besides, I'm not serving. I'm coordinating."

"Could we turn the heat up a little?" asked Amber.

"You knew what you were getting into, Amber," Dolly said. "I'm sorry, no. The dining room is at its usual temperature and if we crank it up the fish spoils faster. And some of us start sweating. Panties, Faith! Your table is over here. Ah, good, Carla, we'll start with you." She opened the door to the kitchen. "Okay, Allison, bring it on out."

Dolly had pointed to a long table, six foot long, covered with a tablecloth. There was a smaller table next to it with plates. It was rectangular, and the regular tables in the dining hall were all round, and they all had soy sauce and little bowls for it, as well as larger bowls of wasabi. Faith walked over to the rectangular table, hesitating until Dolly once again pointed to her panties.

She took them off, not sure what to do with them.

A couple of the regular staff came out, their hands in latex gloves, and delivered a giant round platter of sushi to a central table, along with some giant leaves. Carla was lying on one of the rectangular tables, and Dolly put two of the leaves on her body, without covering up anything really. The wait staff, moved quickly and started piling the sushi from the platter onto the leaves.

Sin lay down next, and Dolly put the leaves on her. Amber hung her jacket up. She kissed Faith. "This'll be fun. Great way to meet people. Think warm thoughts." And then she crossed the room to her own table.