Candace and the Frat Boys (Chapter 7)
Kathryn M. Burke
The bedroom Josh used to occupy was still empty, so he settled Mona and himself there, placing her on the bed and then slipping into it himself. He figured a little chaste cuddling wouldn't do any harm, so he held her in his arms as she almost fell asleep on top of him.
But she did manage to say, "You know, Josh, I could have gone on a bit longer."
"Oh, Mona," he cried, "you looked so tired! Like a flower that's been plucked and then thrown aside!"
She smiled at that. "I'm not quite so delicate as you and my daughter seem to think. I've—" She cut herself off abruptly.
Josh instinctively sensed what she had planned to say, although he could hardly believe it. "You—you've done this before?"
Maybe decades ago?
"No, not exactly," she said carefully.
"But—maybe two? Two at a time?"
It took Mona a full minute to say, "Yes."
Even this admission stunned Josh into momentarily silence. At last he said, "Was it before you were married?"
"Yes, of course."
"Was—was Frank involved?"
"He was."
"Who was the other guy?"
Mona lifted up her head and gazed into Josh's face. "I'm going to tell you something I've never told anyone, not even Candace. I hope you respect my privacy and keep this to yourself."
"Of course." He was itching to know the truth.
Mona heaved a sigh. "I first got involved with Frank during senior year of college. At the time his best friend was a guy named Curtis—Curtis Mayhew, as I recall. He was something of a playboy and seemed to like boasting of his 'conquests' with women—claimed to have slept with dozens, even hundreds of girls over his college career. I'm not sure I believed that, but clearly he had an eye for female flesh. And yet, I couldn't help liking him—he seemed more like a mischievous little scamp rather than any kind of predator. Anyway, there was no shortage of women ready to bed down with him. Even though Boston College is a Jesuit school, that doesn't mean we students didn't like sex! Quite the opposite, in fact: it was clear that a lot of the students had grown up in somewhat repressed Catholic families, and this was the first time they were alone—and in the presence of lots of other members of the opposite sex.
"Anyway, almost from the moment Frank and I began to go out, Curtis seemed fixated on me—and so he made the outrageous suggestion that Frank should let him 'have a taste of me'! Under ordinary circumstances, this might have been something that would have led Frank to punch a guy in the face—but Curtis was such an infectiously genial fellow that we just passed it off as 'Curtis being Curtis.' We really didn't take it seriously.
"But Curtis kept on pressing, and pretty soon we found out that he really did mean it seriously. Of course, the idea that I would sleep with him was absurd; I liked him, but I wasn't that sort of girl, and I'd certainly never betray Frank by doing it behind his back.
"Then Curtis came up with another idea—a threesome.
"Here too, at first we just dismissed this idea as ludicrous. But remember, this was the mid-1970s, and things were pretty crazy then—wife-swapping, orgies, that sort of thing. So Curtis's suggestion wasn't all that far-fetched. And I could tell that, although Frank had initially ridiculed the idea, he was constantly thinking about it.
"Finally, just before our midterm exams that spring semester, Frank came out and said: 'Say, Mona, would it really be so bad if we did it?'
"I tried to put off the matter by saying, 'Did what, dear?'
"'You know,' he said, obviously uncomfortable. 'What Curtis wants.'
"I remember just closing my eyes and feeling my heart drop to the pit of my stomach. Somehow I knew this day would come. Both Frank and I had been among those whose families had been fairly prudish where sex was concerned—and that made us both ashamed at the idea of such an irregular practice but also secretly enticed by it. And given that a new wave of feminism was taking off at the time, I felt that the very notion was disgraceful and degrading—but, from another perspective, it could be considered liberating. A nose-thumbing of monogamy and bourgeois convention!
"And so we agreed to it.
"All three of us were having to stick around campus during spring break, since we all had work we needed to get done. The idea that other classmates were gallivanting off to Florida or wherever to have fun while we were stuck in chilly Boston hitting the books—that may have contributed to our decision. We wanted to have a
little
fun, after all!
"We decided to do it on Saturday night, the day after our last midterm exams. We actually went out to dinner, but I for one didn't say much: it was pretty unnerving how Curtis was looking me over every chance he got, as if he were saying, 'Gee, I can't wait to get access to your body!' He wanted to start right after dinner was over, but we managed to put him off for an hour or so. Not good to jump into bed on a full stomach!
"But finally Curtis just couldn't control himself, and right in the middle of a conversation at our apartment (Frank and I had moved in together in a cheap place near campus) he just started undressing, in the middle of the living room. Frank gave me this sheepish smile and stripped to his underwear—then, with a kind of nervous defiance, took his briefs off also. So here were two guys, totally naked and with erections that were growing by the minute; and all I could do was sit and watch.
"I let out a sigh and said, 'I'm not doing this out here. I'll meet you guys in the bedroom.' And I marched off to our tiny bedroom. There, I got my skirt and blouse and socks off and was standing in my bra and panties when Frank and Curtis marched in. Their hard-ons seemed immense to me, although probably they were only about six or seven inches each. But remember, I'd never seen two cocks at the same time before! I just gaped at them, and Frank had to come over and take off my underwear—which he did with a kind of silent apology.
"Naturally, they wanted me to get on my knees and suck them, just for foreplay. I rolled my eyes at the idea of being in such a submissive position, but that was what was expected of me, so I obliged. I started with Frank, but Curtis was all but hitting my cheek with his cock, he was so anxious for this first actual sexual contact with me; so I gave him an exasperated look and stuck his thing in my mouth. He expelled this immense sigh, as if he'd just entered heaven, and actually began thrusting into my mouth, holding my head with both of his hands. I didn't like that—he sometimes went in too far, causing me to gag—and I pulled away from him and gave him an angry look.
"But he didn't care. This cocksucking lasted only a few minutes, because Curtis was in such a hurry to get to the next stage of the proceedings. No one really knew exactly what we were supposed to do, but it became clear that Curtis wanted to get into my vagina in the worst way. So, while I lay on my back and Frank lay down next to me, kissing me and squeezing my breasts, Frank squatted between my legs—and watched himself enter me. I saw his eyes fixated on his own cock as it went in, inch by inch, and I have to confess I was tickled by the look of radiant ecstasy that dawned on his face as he gazed at the culmination of this months-long fantasy of getting into my pants.
"He actually didn't get on top of me in the usual missionary position, just remaining squatting there as he thrust into me deeper and harder. He first grabbed my hips, then slid his hands down to my bottom. Frank was also watching his friend with rapt attention; the actual reality of another guy screwing his girlfriend, after all this talk about it, seemed to hypnotize him.
"The funny thing was that Curtis was so keyed up with anticipation that he didn't last more than about five minutes. I saw his eyes widen, seeming both startled and alarmed, and then he shot his wad into me—crying out in a sort of bitter irony, as if he were thinking,
Omigod, I came way too fast!
Frank watched with awe as his friend poured his seed into me. Curtis tried to prolong the sensation by staying in me after he'd finished, but eventually he had no recourse but to come out, as he'd gotten soft.
"My first thought was,
Is this it? All this preparation and we're already done?
But of course we weren't done. Frank was now so hot that he just plunged into me, shoving his friend away from me and lying on top of me as he usually did. It was now Curtis's turn to watch, and at times he seemed like some kind of sports fan, urging his favorite team on as it drove for the winning touchdown. Once he even put his hand on Frank's bottom as if to propel him deeper inside me. At least he had the good taste not to say something crude like, 'Attaboy, Frank! Go on and plow into her!' I think a certain residual respect for the intimacy of the sex act kept him more or less quiet.
"Well, Frank came, and then rolled off me. Curtis couldn't help looking at the double discharge that was leaking out of my vagina. Neither of them seemed at all interested in whether I was enjoying the whole experience, until I finally said to both of them tartly, 'You know, I like to come, too!'
"It was funny how they both sprang into action. This time it was Curtis who kissed me all over my face, neck, and shoulders while massaging my breasts, while Frank used his fingers to stimulate my sex. Usually he liked to lick me until I came, but I could see that he was a bit squeamish putting his mouth where all that come was trickling out; but I think he got a kick out of feeling his juices, Frank's, and mine. I have to say that I did like the attention of two guys servicing me—and I did have a pretty satisfying climax. Curtis just gazed at me while I thrashed around, saying afterwards that he thought I looked especially beautiful when I came.
"'You're such a flatterer,' I said between gasping breaths.
"Once again, we weren't quite clear what the next stage of operations would be—or, at least, Frank and I didn't. Almost as soon as my orgasm had subsided, Curtis leaped off the bed and trotted out of the bedroom toward the bathroom. We assumed that maybe he had to pee or something, but he came back seconds later holding a little blue jar in his hands.
"A little shiver went through me.
"Frank, bless his naïve heart, didn't know what Curtis had in mind. I had taken Frank's virginity less than a year before, so he'd never had any other girl but me. Our lovemaking was reasonably satisfying, but it wasn't exactly adventurous. So Frank looked utterly befuddled when he saw that jar of cold cream—he quite literally couldn't imagine what it was for.
"But I did. And when Frank said, 'Can you roll over, darling?' I didn't do anything for several seconds.
"'Wh-what's going on?' Frank said in pathetic confusion.
"'She knows,' Curtis said with a smirk.
"I licked my lips. 'Curtis, I've never done that before.'
"'Done
