"I want to see a pornographic movie, Peter. Will you take me to one?"
I'd met JB through her friend Alice, who in turn came into my life at breakfast one morning with my roommate Jeff. They attended the Institute of Fine Arts where he was cutting a wide swath, partly because he was one of the few heterosexual males there but mostly because he was attractive, energetic, and fun to be with. He'd told me about her but we'd never met, because I had to be at work by 9 and they were horny graduate students with no classes before noon.
When Jeff and Alice parted, I took up with her. We slept together mostly at her apartment, to avoid running into Jeff. We ended it within a couple of weeks but decided we liked each other enough to remain friends.
Jeff and I liked to give 8-person dinner parties. We served buffet and sat on the floor because we didn't have enough chairs. We tried for a mix of his student and art-world friends and my political and governmental friends. In June, Jeff invited Alice and she brought her friend JB.
Unlike Alice, JB had a job, at the Metropolitan as a junior curator. Also unlike Alice, JB had a clear complexion. They both stood around 5-feet-6, had nice long brown hair, and their chests were small.
JB dressed well for work, in fashionable dresses or blouses and skirts, depending on the demands of the day. At 27 she was reserved, scholarly, and loved talking about her work in the prints department, which thanks to Jeff I knew enough about to carry on a conversation.
"You can do that on your own, you know."
"And be found dead in a stinking alley off Times Square? No thanks."
"Do you have any particular subject matter? There must be thirty theaters on Forty-Second Street and more on Eighth Avenue. They all specialize. There are male theaters, there are bikers, places where they do whips and chains, there are —"
"Thanks for the information, Peter. Men and women, please, just normal stuff."
We met at the TKTS booth north of Times Square and walked down Broadway to Forty-Second Street, then west to the theater. I'd chosen a theater with decent air conditioning and where your feet didn't stick to the floor. I don't remember the title of the movie, but its action was pure heterosexual porn.
A beautiful English nobleman's daughter is alone at her father's country estate with just the butler and footman to take care of her. They conspire to rape her but she turns the tables on them and has them completely exhausted within hours. She makes them call a dozen of their friends to continue the fun and forces them to line them up with their rampant cocks sticking out of their pants. One by one she strokes them off, blows them, or makes them masturbate as she walks down the line. Think water fountains at Fontainebleau. It was pretty hard core.
"Well, that was fun. Want to go to another one? The place across the street is doing that golden oldie, 'I Am Curious, Yellow.' "
"Thanks, Peter. That was more than enough." She gave me a curt peck on the cheek and headed for the uptown train.
Several weeks later, when she called to ask if I could come for a dinner party on Saturday, I was surprised. I'd figured the movie was a lot more than she bargained for and I'd never hear from her again.
The four other guests were vivacious, entertaining, attractive, and very gay. The two women were a couple who worked at the museum and the individual men worked for a dealer and an auction house. When it slipped out that I knew Jeff I was accorded a status well beyond my workaday standing as a bureaucrat.
I stayed to help clean up and wash the dishes. JB dried.
"That was fun. Thanks so much for including me."
"Did you enjoy it? I know most of it was shop talk and I was afraid you'd be bored."
"Well, it helps that I've known Jeff since we met in college. I took a class in prints and bookmaking from the same professor who got him interested in fine prints. I like the craft of printing: type, engraving, ink, and presses. Jeff's more interested in the artists, so I've absorbed just enough to not make a fool of myself tonight."
"You did pretty well. A lot of people think Jeff has a real future in the New York art world."
"He's got a parttime job with Herman Schenkman, the dealer, and wants to either go into the business or into one of the auction houses. If he could find the time to finish his thesis, he'd be launched. But the women keep throwing themselves at him." I looked carefully at how she responded to my teasing.
"Poor guy! But yeah, that is his problem, he does have to get his degree pretty soon or they'll start wondering if he's serious."
We finished putting the glasses and silverware away. I thanked her again for the lovely dinner and moved to leave. JB brought out a bottle of Drambuie and two glasses and motioned me to the couch.
"I should have been more appreciative to you for taking me to the movies that day, Peter. I was pretty appalled at what I saw. So thank you very much" and she kissed me, now on the lips.
I kissed her back. When we broke apart, she shifted backwards slightly, then brought her legs up under her and faced me.
"Was there any reason why you wanted film?" I asked. "There are images in your collections at the Met that are as graphic as what we saw, and all sorts of bookstores have good stocks of literate erotica."
"I can't rummage through the prints that way. They're catalogued by artist. And the bookstores aren't much better than the theaters. If I'm going to learn about sex it's going to be with film."
"Did our excursion help?"
"Yes."
"Are your friends happy for you?" I said, meaning the four who had left not an hour ago.
"They're ambivalent, but Alice isn't."
"Alice?"
"Yes. We've talked a lot about my locked-up life. My therapist says that there's nothing wrong with me that a decision, followed by acting on it, won't cure. My problem is not being able to come to a decision."
I knew better than to follow that up, so I waited.
"That's why Alice wanted you to take me to the movies."
"Alice and I are friends. I really like her," I parried.
"You and Alice were lovers, just like Jeff and Alice were lovers. Everybody knows that. Alice wants me to get on with my life, and I've decided she's right.
"That's why you're here tonight."
We moved into each other, kissing hard. She knew what she wanted and had her tongue in my mouth faster than I could move mine. My hands reached for her and I felt the bra hooks, which opened easily. She pulled away.
"Let's put the Drambuie back on the shelf first," she said. I saw her breasts loose under her silk blouse and straightened my erection in my pants to not be so obvious.
We stood kissing and grappling each other. I reached down to her skirt and lifted it up to reveal her black panties. She sighed and stroked my face and beard.
"We need to be at your bed, JB. Where is it?"
In her bedroom she slipped off her shoes and undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I slid out of my loafers, undid my belt, and was fumbling with my pants when she reached for the zipper and pulled it down.
Her blouse and bra soon joined the rest of her clothes and she was in only her panties. I got out of my pants and we stood one item away from nakedness.
"You're very attractive, JB. I love your neck and shoulders. Will you let me take off your panties so I can see all of you?" She sighed heavily and said "Yes."
She stepped out of them and watched as I took my jockeys off. While her bush was neatly trimmed and showed her pussy lips off in their already silvery wetness, my cock was bobbing and my balls were already coiled tightly.
"I've never been with a man, Peter. Can you tell?"
"No, and I don't care. If you want to make love to me, I want to make love to you."
I'm taking the pill. Will that make it easier?"
"It eliminates one problem, that's for sure. Come here" and I reached for her waist and drew her to me.
We kissed heatedly and fell onto her bed. She had no inhibition about anything I moved to do. As I touched her breasts she pushed her chest to me. As I suckled her nipples she moaned and ran her hands upside down on my chest and belly. When I moved beside her to finger her pussy she grabbed me cock and yanked it.
"Ouch! JB, can you just stroke me? Please be gentle."
