This is the third part of a four part story that chronicles events that took place in mid-1970s New York City when free-love, drugs, sex and Rock & Roll dominated the American youth culture. In this part Jordan and his lover's open relationship takes an unforeseen turn. Jordan begins an affair with his downstairs neighbor with unexpected results.
If you'd like to know how this journey of erotic exploration began, you can find it in "Sleep with me!" Ch. 1 & 2 in 'Interracial Love'.
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Part 08: Coffeecake and Kara
"She would never say where she came from,
Yesterday don't matter if it's gone.
While the sun is bright,
Or in the darkest night,
No one knows,
She comes and goes.
Goodbye Ruby Tuesday,
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day,
Still I'm gonna miss you..."
"Mroww?" my nosey Siamese cat said as I sang along with Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones.
"Hush up silly girl," I said to Ling, "I'm not talking to you."
Tail straight up in disdain she leaped down from the stool next to the kitchen table where I was putting the finishing touches on a yeast-raised coffee cake. She ran into the living room.
"Everybody's a damn critic!" I said as I slipped the cake into the oven.
Forty-five minutes later the enticing smell of warm cinnamon, plumped raisins and toasted walnuts wafted from my open windows as well as filling the hallways at 47½ East 7th Street. I rummaged around in the fridge until I found the empty vacuum jar.
"Shit," I said aloud to myself, "I'm out of coffee!"
Putting the cake on a rack to cool, I ran out to Schacht's Deli to buy some beans and have them freshly ground. Just as I put the key in the front door I heard the seductive tones of a woman's voice. I turned around.
"Hi Jordy, whatcha bakin'?" Kara's tone was deliberately provocative.
She grabbed the bag out of my hands, stuck her nose in and took a deep breath.
"Mmmmm that smells fantastic! 100% Colombian, right?"
"Hi Kara," I replied, and grabbed the bag back.
I was in no mood for her games.
"Yeah, Colombian, and the coffee cake just came out of the oven."
"So, what's a girl have to do to get a piece?" It was more of a leer than a smile.
Kara had the "hots" for me and, if I had a more suspicious nature, I'd swear she was stalking me. She'd developed the uncanny knack of appearing almost every time I entered or exited the premises.
"Come on upstairs, Kara," I said throwing in the towel "I'm happy to share. I'll even put up a fresh pot of java."
She grabbed my arm and led me up to my own apartment.
Kara was an attractive red-head who lived on the first floor but she just wasn't my type, what we refer to today as ample. My personal preference tended toward the more traditionally curvy, hour-glass types. Still, the way things were going lately I should have been more flattered when receiving a woman's unsolicited attention. As I prepared the coffee I became lost in thoughts of how quickly things can change . . .
Part 09: Sauce for the Gander
The summer had begun filled with incredible promise and things I could never have dreamed possible. Sheryl and Katarina had agreed to our ménage-a-trois arrangement and it was glorious - while it lasted. Kat had become disillusioned first and decided to return to her old boyfriend. Left alone together, Sheryl and I tried to act like a monogamous couple but neither of us was seriously committed. We were in an open relationship (I was already seeing Ronnie) and I wouldn't have objected to Sherry's extra-curricular activities if only she'd been honest about them! I mean, why'd she have to offer herself exclusively to my buddies? Convenient for her, certainly, but so terribly tacky!
In the days following Kat's departure Sheryl became increasingly restive and argumentative. Rightly, wrongly or indifferently I decided enough was enough and I chose to confront whatever the problem was.
"OK Sher, I give up." I demanded, "What the fuck's wrong with you?" The best defense, I've always been told, is a good offence so I decided to be offensive and braced for her response.
She was balanced precariously, one foot on a stepstool and the other on the kitchen counter trying to hang one of her pen and ink drawings. She answered without turning.
"What makes you think that you're the only one with needs around here?" Her tone was definitely combative.
"What needs of yours am I not fulfilling? I thought you loved what, when and how we do what we do?" I responded.
My offense melted into defensive silence. I held my tongue.
"Did you ever think - you ego-maniac - that what's sauce for the gander might be sauce for the goose?" she spat out.
Sheryl's response was, without question, a well considered challenge.
"Speak English Sher, OK? What in hell are you talking about?" I countered.
"Translation - oh dim-witted one - is: You like it with two women? Ever stop to consider that I might like it with two men?"
She turned her face toward me and, for the first time in days, smiled.
So - that was the problem. I'd indulged my fantasies and now it was to be her turn. I sat there pondering my choices then returned her smile.
"No problem, babe," I said with as much conviction as I could muster, "Do you have someone in mind or would you like me to ask one of my buds?"
"Magnanimous offer - but I've already made the arrangements. We're due at Miguel's for dinner and debauchery Friday night."
Her ear to ear grin said it all.
Miguel, I thought to myself, I never would have suspected Miguel. He always struck me as somewhat -- effeminate! I mean I liked the guy. He was one of my former classmates at NYU Grad School and we'd become good friends after I quit. Miguel had taken to showing up at my apartment at the strangest hours, usually to get high or listen to music. Had she already slept with him? Probably, but that was neither here nor there. At least I was invited.
Part 10: Ménage-a-Miguel
Friday night and Sherry was a bundle of nerves and a whirlwind of activity. She seemed more nervous than excited. We practically tumbled out the front door and hailed a cab on Second Avenue. The ride across town took only a few minutes. Miguel buzzed us in. He seemed almost as nervous as Sher did.
I lit a dube to break the tension while Sherry whipped out her kit and started to break up the coke rocks. After a few lines and a few hits Sher grabbed us both by our belts and alternately kissed our mouths. Sliding her hands down she caressed the ever increasing bulges in our bell-bottom jeans.
"Come on boys," she said breathlessly, "let's see what you got!"
We were all naked in an instant. Sherry drew us in toward her young and voluptuous body and we surrounded her!
"I've been dreaming about this," she moaned as she pressed herself into Miguel's body. From behind I reached between her legs and ran my fingers into her already sopping wet cunt. She spread her legs to give me better access. Sherry turned and thrust her tongue deep into my mouth while she straddled my rock hard member rubbing her steamy wet pussy over its entire length. Miguel kissed her neck and shoulders, ran his tongue down the length of her spine, spread her ass cheeks and began to rim her puckered rose bud. For a moment it felt as if he'd licked my cock as well but I dismissed the thought as - ridiculous.
Sherry took us both by the hand and marched us directly into Miguel's bedroom. Not surprisingly she didn't need to ask where it was. I had my answer. We got into the bed with Sheryl in the middle. I noticed a bottle of baby oil on the nightstand and I began to apply it liberally all over her sweet succulent feminine form. She cooed with appreciation, took the bottle from me and greased both our swollen cocks. With a dick in each hand she pumped us enthusiastically while alternately burying her tongue in each of our waiting mouths. While she was busy kissing Miguel I slipped from her grasp and slid down her oil slick body. Spreading her delicious thighs, I ran my tongue up and down her sugary slit, pulled back the hood from her hidden jewel and sucked on her engorged clit. Sherry responded by flooding my mouth with her pussy juices and I lapped up every drop.
She moved her face down from Miguel's, licking and sucking her way down to his swollen member. She took the head of his cock into her hungry mouth then immediately began to deep throat his entire length. Miguel's eyes closed and a deep moan escaped from his open lips. He reached over and pulled on her sensitive nipples causing another flood of her molten honey to pour onto my tongue and down my throat. Slowly he shifted his position on the bed as she continued to suck and lick the entire length of his shaft. I plunged my tongue deep into her love tunnel and felt her respond happily to my ministrations.
Suddenly I felt a calloused hand on my engorged prick. I picked my head up from between Sherry's legs and saw Miguel pulling me towards his open mouth! I shot up and pulled my hips away.
"MIGUEL!" I shouted. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Miguel looked at me like a child who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He moved his mouth as if to speak but no sounds came out.
