Chapter Seventeen - Kathleen Has an Orgasm
As soon as Anthony came off in her pussy and I came off in her mouth, Kathleen screamed and in orgasm. I felt proud that we finally got her off. She deserved it for all that she did for us. Between Anthony's cock in her pussy, my cock in her mouth, my big toe gently but firmly rubbing her clit, and my fingers pulling and twisting her nipples, she had a violent and hard orgasm. I thought she was having a seizure but when she shot me a smile and gave me a wink, I knew we had finally, sexually satisfied her. Damn, I never thought she'd cum. To be honest, that was a lot of work and I was starting to get a cramp in my calf. Boy, that would have ruined everything.
We all collapsed on the bed in a heap. Kathleen reached over and wrapped her hand around my cock. Cum still flowed out of my cock and ran down along her hand and collected on my thigh. She leaned over and kissed me and we made out for a while, before she leaned down to lick my cock, her hand, and my thigh clean. She was such an insatiable cum slut.
I loved kissing her and that's what I miss the most, when remembering her. Not the great blowjobs or the hard, desperate fucking, but her kisses. Totally blanking my mind and delivering me to field of fragrant flowers, no one has ever kissed me like that. Only, when she was kissing me, I knew she wasn't kissing me. She was kissing someone else, a love lost, perhaps, or an unrequited love. I didn't know. I had no idea. Maybe I reminded her of someone. I found out later that I did.
"That was fucking amazing," said Kathleen. "You boys have done me in and worn me out. Oh, my God! I've never cum so much and so hard in my life, as I did today," she said putting her hands to her tits and squeezing and pushing them together, before she reached down the length of her and placed her hands on her pussy with her fingers inside. "That was wonderful. Oh, my God, suddenly, I feel like a nap," she said yawning and stretching her beautiful, naked body.
Still, it took three of us to do the job, while she got us all off over and again. We all looked over and Joey and Stephen stood in the doorway staring at the four of us, Anthony, Kathleen, and I on the bed with Ralph still collapsed in the chair sleeping. I looked down and Joey and Stephen had erections. I couldn't help but wonder if they had erections for one another or from the excited anticipation of getting ready to have sex with Kathleen and, admittedly, with a woman for the first time.
I couldn't remove the image from my mind of seeing Joey and Stephen kissing and then blowing one another. I still couldn't believe they were gay. I was in shock. Only, I wondered why they were just standing here staring. Wondering if they were staring at my cock, suddenly, I felt uncomfortably awkward that I was naked in front of them and started getting dressed.
I looked away from them wondering what was going to happen now and wondering if they were going to go through the charade of fucking Kathleen. Maybe they'd use her to prove to themselves and to us that they weren't gay, in case we suspected otherwise later and busted their balls by unmercifully teasing them. This should be good, I thought, because I don't know how someone can fake liking women in front of their straight friends, friends who've known them for years and friends who know them so well. No doubt, we'd could tell immediately if they were faking their lust for Kathleen. Moreover, we'd let them know about it by calling them gay, queer, and faggots. That's how it was back then, especially in my closed, Italian neighborhood. The residents weren't as understanding and tolerant of others, who weren't just like them.
That's probably it, of course, they'll put on a show to prove to us and maybe to themselves that there're not gay. Why else would they be standing here if not to prove something to themselves and/or to us? They'll both give Kathleen a courtesy fuck to prove to us that they aren't gay should we catch them doing gay stuff together later. It will probably be a polite little fuck with only a few humps and will be over very quickly. Maybe, while they're fucking her, they'll think of fucking one another up the ass or of blowing one another, instead of thinking of fucking Kathleen or her blowing them, just to get through it and just to be done with it and her, they're such frauds.
Understandably and undeniably, they couldn't chicken out now. It was expected of them to have sex with Kathleen, after we all had. If they didn't go through with it, at the very least, we'd berate them, call them names, and call them gay. Being that they were virgins, with women that is, it was expected of them to have sex with Kathleen. At the worst, if they didn't throw her a proper bang, we'd have our suspicions confirmed that they were, indeed, gay. I mean, I was the only one, who knew the truth that they were gay. No one else saw them together. Besides, just as Kathleen was my rite of passage, I guess, their gay fling was their rite of passage.
They were virgins and this was their chance to remove the stigma of being a virgin by doing Kathleen and by going through with this little, heterosexual charade. Maybe they won't even cum or maybe they'll cum prematurely. Maybe, they'll stand proud in front of all of us and admit that, indeed, they are gay. I didn't know. I really didn't care. All that I knew was I just had the best damn day of my life in having sex with Kathleen, my personal Maureen O'Hara.
I wondered how my friends would handle the news that Joey and Stephen were gay. I mean, there's nothing anyone can do, if they are gay. After what I witnessed, no doubt, they are, in fact, gay. Probably, knowing Ralph and Anthony, as I do, if they knew they were gay, they'd have nothing more to do with them, just as Joey and Stephen would end our friendship soon, anyway. Growing us up into men, it's funny how Kathleen changed all of that for us, prematurely, no doubt, as eventually with time, our friendships would have drifted apart, anyway.
That's how it was back then, black and white, norm and conform. There weren't any grey areas. There wasn't the tolerance of being black, just as there was no tolerance for being gay, in the way that there is now. The straights hung around with other straights and gays coexisted with other gays. It was a rare occurrence for two gay men to hang around together. Typically, especially in my neighborhood, gay men remained in the closet and didn't dare reveal their true sexual orientation for fear of a beating or worse. Even when, no doubt, a gay man would be happier living elsewhere, where there were other gay men, having grown up in this neighborhood, they didn't want to be ostracized from their family and friends.
Yet, if they do go through with having sex with Kathleen, knowing Joey as I do, he'll probably pretend that Kathleen is his mother. That's how he'll get through with having sex with her. That's how, as a gay man, he'll be able to screw a straight woman.
Knowing Stephen as I do, he'll probably pretend that Kathleen is his older sister. He's always had the hots for his big sister. That's how he'll get through this. That's how, as a gay man, he'll be able to screw a straight woman, too.
Who knows, maybe they're bi-sexual? Maybe, they like men, as much as they like women. Lucky bastards, those bi-sexuals. Even though I'd never want to be one, with a continual supply of sexual partners, it must be so exciting to be able to have sex with both sexes. Maybe, what they did earlier was just experimenting and was the first time or maybe it's just part of their bisexuality.