Susan was feeling dejected when she arrived at the Norman's place for her baby sitting appointment. Usually upbeat and bubbly, she just sort of eased into the house that day, hardly speaking.
Mrs. Norman (call me Elle) decided to probe a little before she and her husband went out. Susan was early, so they had plenty of time. Also, Elle had had a couple of drinks to get in the mood for partying. Not that she was tipsy or anything, just feeling really friendly and it was obvious Susan needed someone to talk to.
The story came out a bit disjointedly, but Elle was soon able to get the gist of it.
"I'm nearly nineteen, you know," mourned Susan. "I've even been on the pill for two months, just in case. We were going to the beach on Saturday, and I even bought a new bikini as a hint. He's been at me for months, you know, not really pushing it, but definitely letting me know what he wanted.
I thought that this Saturday would be a good time. I mean, I have to start sometime, don't I?"
"I take it by he, you mean you have a boyfriend and he wants to make love to you?" asked Elle, smiling.
"Andrew, and he's so nice and I like him a lot and he really wants to and he's been so patient and I thought that this weekend... Well, you know."
"You thought the time was right to take the next step, and when you went out with him on Saturday you were just going to be a little more receptive to his advances?"
Susan nodded. "I couldn't really come right out and say OK, I'll go to bed with you, but I thought that when he started making a move I just wouldn't fight him off so hard and we could see what develops."
"That certainly seems the way that I would handle it. Actually, it is pretty much how I handled it. Tony tried to pull my bikini pants off in the water and was shocked when I let him." Elle smiled, reminiscing.
"He promptly pulled them back up, demanding to know what I thought I was doing. He didn't even wait for an answer. He just dragged me back to his car and pulled them off again. Things got real interesting at that point.
Um, am I to understand that something has gone wrong with your plan?"
"You might say that," said Susan, anger and hurt in her voice. "I had to drop around to give him some stuff he'd left at my place. His door was open and I barged in and he was in bed with that bitch who lives next door to him. No wonder he's been so patient. He was already getting what he wanted elsewhere and I was just an extra bit of candy he was hoping to pick up."
"That's rotten," said Elle. "And so unfair to you. He's effectively been waving his cock at you hoping you'll play with it while having other girls doing chin-ups on it.'
"Well, he never actually whipped it out and tried to get me to take it," admitted Susan. "Just sort of pressed my hand against it under his clothes. He always seemed more interested in getting his hands under my clothes and I never really had a chance to touch him up as I was always pushing his hands away from my personal property."
Elle giggled as an idea struck her.
"You mean you've never really seen a man's wedding tackle in full bloom?" she asked.
Susan shook her head.
"Well that's easily fixed," she said, and turned and called for her husband.
Mr. Norman (call him Tony, dear) strolled into the kitchen, eyebrow quirked to inquire the reason for the summons.
It appeared Elle had had one more drink than she should have.
"Tony, Susan had never even seen a man's wedding tackle and she's nearly nineteen. Do me a favour and just show her yours and let her hold it for a moment. It does young women good to at least familiarise themselves with what's coming their way."
Turning to Susan, she added, "He's on a promise tonight and will be feeling randy, so when you hold it you'll find it should stand to attention quite quickly."
Tony looked amused but didn't rush to undo his zip. He merely moved the focus of his lifted eyebrow from his wife to Susan. Susan just sat there, red-faced.
Elle sighed. "Her boyfriend had been two-timing her and now he's her ex," she explained. "The poor girl really needs to see a decent cock so that if her boyfriend tries to flash his at her she can sniff and say, so what, I've seen better."
Tony laughed. "Well as long as it's for a good cause, and Susan doesn't object," he said, still looking at Susan.
Susan bit her lip, still red-faced, but didn't object. She was actually feeling a bit defiant. Serves Andrew right if I hold someone else's thing, she thought. Then I can laugh at his.
With a mental shrug, accompanied by a silent laugh, Tony unzipped. Reaching over and taking Susan's hand he pressed it through the open zip, feeling it close upon him.
"Well, take it out," he prompted, and swallowing Susan complied.
"I thought they were bigger," she mumbled, seeing it lying flaccid in her hand. "Oh, sorry," she gasped. "I didn't mean to insult you."
"You haven't," said Tony laughing, "and I think you'll find that they grow on you."
At about that time Susan felt Tony's penis moving against her hand. Startled, she glanced down at it, shocked to see it was now much larger and seemed to want to continue to grow. Then it was lifting up out of her hand, standing tall, while Susan felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment.
And something else start to burn low in her stomach.
Elle reached over and patted it.
Put it away now, Tony, before it scares her," she said with a laugh. "I'll take care of it later for you."
Winking at Susan, Tony zipped up and departed, leaving the two women to continue their chat.
"You see," said Elle. "If a woman grabs them by the cock they automatically respond. Actually, most men are really quite happy to just have the one woman, but there's always a fair share of bastards who want more. Same apples to women you know. They like their main man, but it doesn't always stop them from straying."
Shortly after that Elle and Tony headed off. Susan did a quick check of the children, found them sleeping peacefully, and headed off to watch TV.
She felt even further depressed after watching TV. A good movie but it had also featured a couple of sex scenes that left her feeling slightly frustrated and most put out with her cheating ex. It would have been more interesting if I'd found out what a cad he is after he successfully seduced me, she thought irritably. She sighed, admitting to herself that it would probably have made her feel worse. She changed to another channel.
Eventually, Elle and Tony arrived home. Not to Susan's surprise, Elle had had a few more drinks and was quite merry. What did surprise her, however, was that under her merriness, she was also acting a little frustrated. Tony, having been the driver, was sober and seemed amused.
"Come on and we'll have some coffee before you go," said Elle. "I need to dilute the drinks I've been having."
Elle burbled on about what a great party it had been, how much fun she'd had, how she hadn't wanted to leave. And behind all her chatter Susan had this sense of irritation, of something going wrong. She politely listened, wondering what had actually happened.
Elle suddenly sighed.
"Sometimes it's just not fair, you know," she said. "It's Tony's birthday and I'd made him a promise, but would you believe I got my dates wrong and the curse has hit me a day before I expected it. We'd both been looking forward to coming home, too."
Susan blinked. Curse? Oh, oh course, it was Elle's time of the month and she'd been caught out.
Susan giggled, then giggled even harder when Elle gave her a sour look.
"I'm sorry," she said, still giggling, "but it just struck me as funny that we'd both made plans and we're both striking out."
