The Education Of Lisa Ch 12

A few weeks had passed since we'd announced our engagement and I was still going through the process of meeting all of Will's friends. He was a somewhat solitary person, but the few friendships he did have were very close. The people who had gravitated towards him over the years were an interesting assortment of human beings, to say the least.

There was Astrid, the middle-aged lesbian herpetologist. She was in charge of the reptile house at the zoo and had an enthusiasm for venomous snakes which bordered on the disturbing. There was Jacob, a real-life bona fide circus clown/ pot dealer. Then there was Thomas.

Thomas was the soccer coach at the college where Will taught English. They had been friends since junior high. This was strange to me, because I couldn't imagine anyone less like Will. Thomas was black, to start with, whereas if Will were any whiter he'd be completely transparent. Thomas had the physique of a football player (I would later learn only a bad knee injury had kept him from going pro,) well over six feet tall and built like a major home appliance. Will was 5'5" and paunchy.

It wasn't just the obvious physical dissimilarities, either. Their personalities were polar opposites. Thomas was boisterous and gregarious. Will was shy and quiet. Still, I could see by watching them together that each had a balancing effect on the other. They had the easy rapport and comfort together that only comes from very old friendships. There were private jokes between them which I, an outsider, could never comprehend. Weird as it seems, they were as close as brothers.

Thomas was gorgeous, by the way, like Denzel Washington's older and much buffer brother. Skin the color of one of those $3 bars of imported dark chocolate you can only get at the health food store. Teeth so dazzlingly white that when he smiled you had to look away.

I had met him a few times. He'd come over to the house for dinner once and the three of us had been to a few movies together, but the night we went out to dinner was the first time I met his girlfriend, Li.

Li was Chinese. Very beautiful. Flawless, pale gold skin. Short black hair which shone in the light like obsidian, cut straight across the back of her neck. Eyes the shape and color of almonds. She wore a snug-fitting scarlet dress capable of making grown men weep, lips and nails painted to match. Low-cut and spaghetti-strapped, the dress clung to her modest but succulent breasts in a way that can only be described as mouth-watering. Walking to the table behind her, I had been helpless not to gaze upon how the back of the short dress had been cut to accentuate her perfect heart-shaped ass. If she was wearing panties, the lines were very cleverly concealed.

Every male eye, and most every female, was on her like a magnet when she walked into the room. Thomas, escorting her on his arm, seemed aware of this. The knowledge no doubt gave him a satisfying sense of power. This incredible vision of beauty was with him and for all the staring, none would touch her but him.

As with all inter-racial couples, I couldn't help but wonder what their children would look like. Any offspring of their union would be blessed with a genetic legacy of fantastic beauty.

Despite her intimidating looks, Li was remarkably easy to get along with. She had a loud but musical laughter, which she was not shy about. She laughed so hard at Thomas's obscene jokes that she actually got shushed by a woman sitting at a table near ours. Li just flipped the lady off and told an even filthier joke of her own.

On the drive home, things got really interesting. Will was driving; Thomas and Li were in the back seat. It was a long drive home and dark outside. We were all a bit sleepy and giddy from the wine, except for designated driver Will who sang along with his Frank Sinatra CD (for which he received a due amount of ribbing from Thomas.) I leaned my seat back a little, mindful of Li's knees behind me. I was about to doze off for the rest of the ride when I heard a rustling sound from the back seat.

I glanced up at the make-up mirror on my sun visor, and it happened to be angled so I could see into the back seat. The lights from the highway played over Thomas and Li. They were making out, hot and heavy. Mouths open like they wanted to devour one another; hands all over the place. Both made soft little moaning sounds, trying to keep quiet so Will and I wouldn't notice.

I felt a little guilty watching them, but of course I couldn't look away. I scooted down in my seat to get a better angle, and closed my eyes into little slits so I could pretend to be asleep if they should catch me looking.

Thomas's right arm was behind Li's shoulder, pulling aside the thin strap of her dress to give his left hand free access to her breast. In a flash of streetlight, I saw a brief teasing glimpse of Thomas pinching a fat nipple between two fingers. I gasped at the same time Li did. I imagined what it would be like to touch her nipple like that myself, or to take it into my mouth, and closed my eyes to enjoy this fantasy for a few moments.

When I looked again, Li's right shoulder was moving back and forth in a very suspicious manner. I just had time to wonder if she was really jerking him off when her head suddenly dropped from view, down onto Thomas's lap. Thomas leaned all the way back and closed his eyes, a beatific smile on his face.

Surely they weren't doing what I thought they were doing. I listened and heard, very quiet but undeniable, the tell-tale slurping and smacking. I also saw the back of Li's head, bobbing in and out of view. She was sucking Thomas's cock in our back seat. I couldn't believe it. I felt a little outrage, this had to be considered rude, but the indignation was far outweighed by titillation. I was desperate to see more. I wished I could just turn around and watch his cock going into her mouth, but I didn't dare.

I glanced over at Will, to see if he had any inkling of what was going on behind him. He was oblivious, of course. Singing along with "It Was a Very Good Year," having no idea that his best friend was getting sucked off just a few feet away.

I wanted to touch myself but, again, I didn't dare. Will would be so distracted he'd crash the car. If I had been wearing a skirt, I might have risked it anyway, but for some damn reason I'd worn pants that night. So I had to be content with listening to the backseat blowjob and feeling the dampness soak through my panties.

Thomas grunted, unable to conceal his ecstasy, and then from Li came a very un-ladylike gagging, gulping noise. I recognized it as the sound you make when a guy comes in your mouth either before you're ready for it, or with a load so big you can't swallow it all at once.

She sat up a few seconds later, wiping her mouth and giggling. I saw, or imagined I saw, a glistening bead of white at her lip before she brushed it away. Then she and Thomas kissed again, as deeply as before, and I couldn't help wondering if she'd saved a little for him.

We dropped Thomas and Li off at their place. By the time we got home, I was so jacked up I practically raped Will as soon as we were inside. I threw him down on the floor, tore open his pants and straddled him like a cowgirl. It lasted about thirty seconds.

Afterwards, Will just wanted to go to bed, but I was still wound up. He opened a book and read, while I put on a porno DVD. Will wasn't really into porn, but I had amassed a small collection. Most of it had been donated to me by Carrie, who possessed a veritable library. I was definitely in the mood for seeing some black cock, so I selected a classic bit of cinema entitled "Straight Pimpin'."

The first scene was a bout of black guy/ white chick action. The man was nowhere near as good-looking as Thomas, (I'm not sure why the men in porno movies are all so damn ugly) but he did have a huge cock. We're talking python proportions. Watching that monster thing get crammed first into the silicon blonde's mouth, then her pussy, and finally her ass, I couldn't help but to wonder about Thomas.

"Is it true what they say about black guys?" I asked Will. "I mean the size."

"I don't know," Will said. "I haven't seen many black men naked."

"Have you ever seen Thomas naked?" I asked, as coyly as I could. "I mean, like in the shower room."

"Sure," Will said. "Lots of times."

"Well, is he big?"

Will nodded. "Yeah, he's pretty big."

"As big as that?" I pointed at the screen, where the enormous black prick was plunging in and out of the white chick's back door.

Will squinted at the screen. "A little bigger, I think."

"He's bigger than that?" I gasped in disbelief.

"A little bit, yeah."

"Holy shit."

Will looked over at me. "You're attracted to him, aren't you?"

I knew Will wasn't the jealous type, quite the opposite, but I still felt a little guilty about coveting another man. I remembered my vow to go outside our relationship only to satisfy my new-found craving for women.

"Actually, I'm more into Li," I said. This was only a half-lie.

"Hmm," Will said. "She'd probably be into it. I know they've had three-ways."

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"Thomas told me," Will said. "He tells me everything."

"Really?" I was intrigued. "Like what else?"

"Well, she's really into anal sex," Will said. "Thomas said she likes that even more than, you know, the regular."

"Oh my God," I said. I watched the video and tried to imagine a cock bigger than the one this guy had going into my ass. I tensed up at the mere thought of it. Then I had an even more disturbing thought. "Wait a minute. Thomas tells you everything about him and Li. What do you tell him about you and me?"

"Well," Will pretended to be very interested in the Tom Clancy novel he was reading. "You know, a little bit."

"Did you tell him about Carrie?"

"Yeah," Will admitted.

"Oh my God, did you tell him about Kim?"

Will blushed a feverish scarlet. "Well . . ."

"Jesus, Will," I said. "He knows I had sex with my own sister?"

"Adopted sister," he said, as if this would diminish my mortification.

"It's no big deal," Will insisted. "He said that was unbelievably hot."

"That's not the point, Will," I said. "But he really said that?"

"Yes. He thinks you're really sexy."

"He told you that, too?"

"Yes," Will said. "He talks about you a lot."

"That doesn't bother you?" I asked. I wasn't sure how I felt about this.

"No," Will said. He put his book down and looked right at me. "As a matter of fact, if you wanted to have sex with him, or Li, or both of them, I'm sure it could be arranged. It wouldn't bother me, as long as . . ." Will cleared his throat and looked away. "As long as I could watch."

"What?"

"Yeah," Will said. "Um, he and Carol did it a few times."

"Thomas fucked your ex-wife?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Yeah."

"And you watched them?"

"Yeah," Will said. "Actually several times, over the space of two or three years."

"And that turned you on?"

"Sure," Will said, as if anyone would be turned on by watching their wife with another man. "Carol loved it, too. She was really into black guys."

Just when I'd thought I'd learned every shocking detail about Will's sexual past, he comes up with something like this.

"I'm not sure how I feel about this, Will," I said.

"That's all right," he said. "If that's not something you'd be into, just forget I even mentioned it. But, like I said, if you want to get with one or both of them, they'd be willing and I wouldn't have a problem with it. In fact, I'd kind of like it."

With that, he rolled over and turned off his bedside light. Within minutes, he was asleep, leaving me to sit there in the dark with my porno movie and my wildly conflicted emotions. While my heart and head went back and forth between interest and outrage, there was one part of me which had no qualms whatsoever. My pussy was sopping wet and twitchy at the thought. I rewound the video to play back the black cock/ white chick anal scene and pulled my vibrator from my side table drawer. I got myself off with buzzing plastic at my clit and two pussy-lubed fingers shoved up my ass.

The next morning at breakfast, my mind made up by the crazy dreams I'd had all night, I made French toast for Will.

"We should really have Li and Thomas over for dinner," I said, all innocence as I fixed his plate.

"Yes," Will said. He was so opaque I wasn't sure he caught my drift.

"Soon," I said. "Very soon."

"How about tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow's good," I said.

"Good, I'll give Thomas a call after breakfast. Pass the syrup, please."

And that was that.

The next thirty-six hours passed so slowly that I thought I was going to lose my mind from anticipation. The whole time, neither Will nor I never once alluded to what the purpose of the evening was to be. We just acted like it was an ordinary dinner party. Will fired up the grill and prepared fresh salmon. I went to the liquor store and bought a nice bottle of white wine. Actually, truth be known, I bought two bottles. One of them I opened as I prepared the meal, to give me courage.

They arrived a few minutes early, both of them looking like they'd stepped from the pages of some magazine which only showed pictures of exceptionally beautiful people. They were dressed more casually than they had been the night we'd gone out, but those two could have worn matching sack-cloths and still looked good. Li wore a tank-top and jeans, both tight enough to give me chills. Thomas wore jeans and a sweatshirt which hung easily on his sculpted frame.

We sat down to eat, the awkward silence filled here and there by nervous chatter. Finally, as I'd hoped, after a few glasses of wine (thankfully, they'd brought a bottle too,) everybody loosened up a little. After dinner was finished and the plates were cleared, the conversation came around to the subject of dreams we'd had recently.

"I dreamed I was bitten by a snake," Li said. She pulled a strap of her tank top aside, just a little, and pointed at the top part of her left breast. "Right here. But it wasn't poison, it more like a drug. It made me high. It was like doing ecstasy."

I told them about a dream I'd had about all the house plants growing out of their pots and taking over the house. Though it had been a nightmare, it sounded funny when I recounted it and everyone had a good laugh.

"I had a dream the other night that I got arrested," Thomas said. "But I managed to slip out of the cuffs and bust the heads of a couple cops."

"He even dreams in action movies," Li noted, to more laughter.

"Yeah, well I had a dream that the three of you fucked while I watched and jerked off," Will said.

The laughter in the room died. Pure silence. It was horrible. I was afraid Will had ruined the whole thing, but then Thomas chuckled.

"Damn, Will," he said. "I guess that's one way to break the ice."

Li was actually blushing. She touched my arm. "Is that really why you wanted us to come over?" she asked.

I couldn't look her in the eye. "Of course we enjoy your company," I said. "But, Will said that you two were into, um . . ."

I faltered. I don't know why this was always so awkward.

"Don't you love how these boys kiss and tell?" Li said to me. "They're like a couple of women that way. Yeah, we've had a third in our bed a few times. It's fun. Don't get me wrong, I'm way into cock. I just like a little taste of pussy from time to time. I especially like pretty white girls with big tits, like you."

She was stroking my arm the entire time she was talking, sending shivers all through my body. Not knowing how else to respond, I leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed me back. Her lips were soft and warm and she made this little moaning vibration in the back of her throat, like the purring of a cat. If I was shivering before we kissed, I was positively tingling by the time we were done.

"Damn, I love watching girls kiss," Thomas said. "I could watch that all day."

Li was still looking deep into my eyes. "As much as I love being with a woman, I really prefer sharing my man with her. As long as I like and trust the other woman, and I like and trust you, I feel there's a real intimacy to letting her be with Thomas. Do you want to fuck him?"

"Yes." My voice was shaking so badly I could hardly get the word out.

"Do you like to take it in the ass?" she asked.

I looked away. "Sometimes," I said. "My first real boyfriend, that was all he wanted to do. I got tired of it eventually."

Li laughed. "He must not have been doing it right. God, I never get tired of it."

"Yeah, but isn't Thomas, you know, like really big?" I asked.

"Jesus Christ, he's gigantic."

Thomas smiled with pride. "Well, what can I say?"

"Doesn't that hurt?" I asked Li.

"He's very gentle and patient," Li said. "It takes some work, but trust me honey, you haven't lived until you've had a cock that big in your ass. Oh my God. You know how sometimes your mind wanders during sex? When you have a boa constrictor burrowing into your back door, that tends to fix your attention in the moment."

"I still don't know," I said.

Li shrugged. "Hey, if you're not into that, don't do it. That big cock is pretty damn amazing in your pussy, too. I'm just saying, for me, there's no comparison. Damn, Thomas, don't stop what you're doing."

I looked down and realized for the first time that Li had managed to pull down her jeans and her panties about halfway down and that Thomas's hand was working on her under the table.

"He's got magic fucking hands too, let me tell you," Li moaned. "Athlete's hands. So strong. He gives great massages."

"I don't have the patience for that tonight, baby," Thomas said. "Tonight I just want to fuck."

His hand emerged from beneath the table. He scooted close to Li's chair and pushed her tank top up to stroke her breasts right there at the table. They kissed hungrily, as if Will and I weren't even in the room. I looked over at my fiancée. He was watching the two of them with glassy-eyed concentration.

Thomas whispered something into Li's ear which made her laugh.

"Lisa," she said. "Thomas says he wants to see your titties."

Without saying a word, I unbuttoned my shirt and took off my bra. I leaned back, offering my breasts for their gaze. Thomas whistled.

"Those are some fine titties," he said. "They real?"

Li slapped his arm lightly. "Of course they're real. Can't you tell? I hate fake boobs, but nice ones like that . . . what are you, D-cup?"

"Double," I said.

"Some girls have all the luck," Li said. "I'd really love to kiss them. May I?"

"Please."

"Go sit over on the couch," she said. "It'll be more comfortable."

I crossed the room and sat on the couch, leaning back and spreading my legs as Li knelt between them. She kissed my lips first, and then fluttered down my neck and chest before latching on to my nipple like a hungry baby.

Thomas sat down on the couch beside me, and then he kissed me. His lips were thicker and more insistent than Li's, or even Will's. His hand forced its way between Li's body and mine, snaking into the waistband of my loose-fitting pants, pulling aside my damp panties to find my pussy slick and ready for him. His fingers were a bit rough and calloused, but moved with strength and confidence. Two fingers penetrated me while his thumb pressed down hard on my clitoris. He manipulated me as his woman fed at my breast.

I looked across the room. Will was still sitting at the dining room table, watching all this go down with an unreadable expression.

Li sat up. She pulled her tank top off over her head and sat down on the couch beside me. I kissed her again, stroking her breasts. They weren't as large as mine, but I wouldn't have wanted them to be. I know the whole world's obsessed with big tits, but I found mine to be a back-aching bother most of the time. I wished mine were like hers, fitting perfectly in the palm of my hand. I leaned down to kiss them as she had kissed mine. Her nipple swelled up to twice its size in my mouth. I sucked and licked, tasting the salt of her puckered flesh.