Push 03 Leslie

That evening Matthew left Poseidon with a better haul than he ever got as a busboy. He waited for the Q12 bus for the two mile ride home. While standing in an industrial strength pool of light from a streetlamp, a champagne sedan pulled up; the window rolling down on the passenger side and a cacophony of female laughter bubbling out. Vicky yelled out the window, "Get your fine ass in here." Shrieks of laughter burst from the car.

Matthew bent down to look into the car. It was the women from the table he waited earlier. He spotted Leslie in the far side back seat. Leslie yelled while stifling giggles, "Can we give you a lift?"

Matthew couldn't help laughing along, but he was in his work clothes. He smelled like fish and cooking grease. On the heels of that thought, he remembered what Janine said to him, "They'll eat you alive." Anxiety flared; it would be easier and safer to beg off. LEAP! Matthew said, "I'd be grateful." The women cheered.

Leaping out of the car, Tanya, the young blond, ushered Matthew to sit between her and Leslie. Noreen the older brunette was driving and Vicky rode shotgun. Matthew jumped into the happy car and Tanya followed.

Noreen asked, "Matthew where can we drop you?"

Matthew, wanting to keep Leslie in sight for as long as possible, looked at Leslie and asked, "Where am I going?"

"Girls, shall we take him home?" asked Leslie. The women cheered.

Matthew wasn't sure what he had gotten himself into, but the company sure was happy.

Tanya ran her hand up and down Matthew's thigh while smiling at him. He was here for Leslie! What was Tanya doing? He looked to Leslie for guidance, raising his eyebrows silently questioning. Leslie put her hand on his other thigh, patted it, smiled, and said, "It's okay, if it's okay with you."

Tanya demanded, "You have to get her permission?"

He stifled his urge to dissemble and retreat, and instead, LEAP! He shrugged and replied, "I am hers."

"Why? You could be mine," Tanya challenged and stuck out her chin.

Anxiety twisted, LEAP! He explained, "Leslie kissed my soul... she gave me a soul kiss while I was working in a crowded restaurant; I forgot where I was," he shrugged.

Leslie beamed a smile at Matthew, "I like that, a soul kiss."

Anxiety returned, he needed to put himself out there for Tanya, again he silently commanded LEAP! He asked Tanya, "Do you still want to play with me?" He shocked himself with the question. He absently wondered if he'd been possessed. Leslie, Janine, and now Tanya, these women may actually believe he was a man, not a frightened meek little mouse.

"Is it okay with Leslie?" Tanya challenged sarcastically.

Matthew pondered the decision to embrace socialization. Mustering courage for a death-defying climb certainly required more effort, but the need for courage in social situations was constant: comparatively tiny, but constant. No, the effort wasn't tiny, the ramifications were tiny. One resulted in death, or the end of his travels, the other resulted in embarrassment or, maybe, outrage on their part, but the effort was the same. One he did all the time, the other: unfamiliar. Regardless, like doing the dishes or laundry, it had to be maintained regularly or the system broke down.

In social situations, setting expectations, enforcing boundaries, responding to challenges, establishing hierarchy, were frequently confrontational and required some courage and willingness to expend the effort to maintain. Dealing with people was one confrontation after another. Matthew doubted socialization's worth, but buoyed by his experience with Mrs. Ruben, LEAP! He smiled and said, "Yes,"

Tanya had too much to drink and felt a bit anxious; her free time was quickly running out. Tanya turned towards Matthew and put her leg up on the car seat and faced him. She leaned towards him sliding her left hand along his shoulder and slid her right hand all the way up his thigh to his crotch and squeezed. Matthew's hands balled into straining fists and his eyes went wide.

"Slowly Tanya, he's a virgin," Leslie said.

Tanya laughed, "He is not!" Then she looked at Matthew's reddening face. "Really?" She pouted and said, "You make me wanna cry."

Vicky looked back through the front seats with an amused smile and said, "Well we'll just have to fix that tonight. Would you like that?" Vicky's flawless ebony skin over delicate features made fascinating shadows that changed as they drove from streetlight to streetlight. Her warm brown mirthful eyes mesmerized him. Her smile widened upon seeing her affect on him.

Matthew's mouth felt dry; he swallowed. Not sure of his voice, he nodded and kept his mouth shut about not being a virgin. For all intents and purposes, his fumbling with long-suffering, well, truth be told, short-suffering Mrs. Ruben hardly counted.

Vicky looked at her girlfriends and challenged, "Pick any one of us to be your first."

Amazed, Matthew said, "

I

pick one of

you

? Anyone?" Heads bobbed. "You would do that for me?"

The women burst out laughing while Matthew frowned in confusion. Leslie smiled warmly, patted his thigh and said, "Yes, we would do that for you."

Matthew tried to take his eyes from Vicky's warm brown gaze, but failed. Tanya squeezed his hardening bulge to pry his adoring gaze from Vicky. He turned to Tanya. Vicky chuckled and said, "Tanya, you're as subtle as a bowling ball."

Tanya glared at Vicky and sniffed, but before she could retort, gentle fingertips touched her face. She turned to see Matthew smiling warmly at her. With just his finger tips, he traced her eyebrow. His eyes were wide with fascination. Tanya considered herself almost pretty when she dolled up, but she wasn't dolled up now, yet Matthew stared at her with such intensity, grinning while he explored.

His finger tips traced her lips. It tickled; his fingers were calloused and scratchy. Tanya chuckled and Matthew mimicked her, chuckling also. He was responding to her. The thought made her blush. She removed her hand from his crotch and touched his face. She softly pressed her lips to his. They were still kissing, parting, grinning and blushing at each other when they arrived at the apartments.

The car pulled round back of a brick, two storey, eight unit apartment building in which the women lived. They exited the car and Matthew walked behind the laughing women clutching Tanya's warm hand. They entered Leslie's apartment on the first floor.

Matthew was conscious of his smelly work clothes. Leslie showed him the bathroom, gave him towels and a washcloth. His clothes were whisked away. While he was showering the ladies checked on their children. Five single mothers lived in the one building. They rotated who watched the children while the rest went out for a night of fun.

While the arrangement was nearly optimal, in that the child rearing was communal and they each had backup, it also made him sad there were so many single mothers and being with mothers, particularly single mothers, gave him pause; it changed the dynamic. Mothers command respect and reverence that seemed contrary to his quest for sexual experience. Tanya seemed too young to have such a huge responsibility.

He was contemplating the disturbing conundrum while shampooing when the bathroom door burst open. The shower curtain was ripped open, disconnecting it from two of its rings. Tanya gazed at his privates hungrily. Fully clothed, she stumbled into the tiny tub, such that Matthew had to catch her.

Matthew shouted, "Get out, you maniac!" He laughed, his former concern blasted apart.

Tanya started unbuttoning her shirt. Matthew yelled, "You're getting soaked... outside the tub... and for chrissake take off your god-damned shoes..." She pouted so he softened his tone, "Get naked, I'll soap you up." He held her arm as she stepped out of the tub.

"You're bothy," Tanya slurred the accusation while kicking off her shoes. Apparently, they didn't just check on the kids.

Matthew went to close the damaged curtain, but Tanya blocked him while unabashedly staring at his penis. "It's cold!" Matthew complained, but Tanya cared not. She disrobed while watching him.

Leslie demanded, "What the hell?" She stood in the bathroom doorway and started to laugh. The other two peeked over her shoulder. "What the hell," she said again with different inflection. She kicked off her shoes.

Four women stared at his nudity, focusing between his legs. He wasn't shy about his physical appearance, and was proud of his package, but this was daunting. They stared like famine victims thrown to feast. Tanya threw her shower spattered blouse on the floor, while the others took a moment to gape.

"My, my," Vicky said grinning in appreciation.

The spell broken, Leslie lit a candle on the back of the commode and turned off the harsh overhead light. They disrobed in the near darkness that made thrilling hints and accentuated their feminine curves.

Matthew wore a silly grin surrounded by wet naked women in the tiny tub. Tanya, Leslie and Vicky joined him standing in the tub. Noreen sat on the commode adjacent to the tub, drinking wine trying to catch up as she was the designated driver. They left the shower curtain partially open so she could watch. She watched the antics with a vacant grin.

Matthew worried. He was dealing with older experienced women... plural. It is anathema for a man to admit sexual inexperience, but his worry became distracting. Matthew knew voicing the deficiency would relieve the pressure; the concern would somehow be shared with the women. He'd be freed of the worry. LEAP! "Ladies forgive me, I don't have much experience."

"Perfect start! That is the number one, most important rule to being a good lover. Communicate!" Cried Leslie.

Vicky said, "...and she'd know. She's a sex therapist."

Matthew turned to Leslie grinning, "Really?"

Leslie nodded and said, "And don't worry one bit. We'll teach you how to please a woman."

His tension ran down the drain with the water. The women pressed their soft, warm, wet female flesh against Matthew while they exchanged positions in the tiny tub to rinse off. He looked to the ceiling, grateful for whatever power brought him to this time, to this room, to these women. A joy that started in his toes and too big for his flesh, exploded out his mouth. He raised his arms to the sky and bellowed a lion's roar previously restricted to the mountain. The women covered their ears.

Leslie slapped his arm in irritation. Matthew grinned and said, "Sorry, it just had to come out."

Leslie looked at him askance, "Lesson one, the most direct route to make a woman climax is to directly stimulate her sexual center, her clitoris. The best way to do this is through the art of cunnilingus." She winked at her girl friends. "I want you to kiss me."

Matthew, in a bit of a daze, moved to obey, bending down to kiss her mouth.

"Don't kiss those lips, kiss these lips," and pointed between her legs. The women tittered while Matthew blushed. Leslie, leaned against the tiled back wall of the shower, between Vicky and Tanya. She lifted one leg and rested it on the tub lip while Matthew paused. This was exactly what he wanted, but he felt a twinge of doubt. So what was the problem? LEAP! Matthew knelt down in front of Leslie.

Leslie's instructions were frank and direct:

"Start light and increase; I am not made of porcelain, be vigorous, but not overly so..."

"You're licking my pee-hole, up higher...."

"After getting warmed up, many like two fingers inside their vagina, but this varies. Some also like a pinky in their anus, and have it wiggled round, the anus is very sensitive, but every woman is different. Don't take liberties with the anus, women tend to be reticent about telling you her preferences, be sensitive. Don't just jab her and expect her to come..."

"Never, ever move a digit from anus to vagina. You can go from vagina to anus, in fact you should get some lubrication to go into the anus, but never go from anus to vagina..."

"I don't want any anal penetration today, you have much practicing to do," she grinned at her friends and continued "and I don't want you confusing what you put in who..."

"That's my pee hole again; up higher..."

"Some get thrilled by teeth, not painfully, just to let them know they are there and dangerous, but again this is a matter of preference." Matthew nipped her bud and felt Leslie shudder. He smiled, knowing her preference.

"Some like their G-spot stimulated. To find the G-spot slide you're middle finger inside her vagina palm up. Feel along the roof in a come-here motion. Do you feel the ridges, yes, right there, mmm hmm. I love it when both are stimulated at the same time. Clitoris with your mouth and G-spot with finger. Yes, just like that. "

She was a godsend; this is exactly what he ached for, what he needed. Matthew was grateful and excited about her unabashed advice. Leslie's instruction continued non-stop, Matthew took in her instruction and followed precisely, until her litany stopped.

She tensed and clamped his fingers inside her vagina; she held them in place. Her grip surprised him; he would have to yank to remove his fingers. He looked up at her in surprise while Leslie smiled knowingly. Her hands grasped his head and pulled him to her center. She thrust her hips into him while holding his head; she groaned with relief and at last shuddered. Smiling like a cat, she said, "Good, but you must practice."

Matthew agreed. He relished Leslie's response to his ministrations. He longed to "practice," and there was Tanya already grasping for him.

Since kissing in the car, Tanya felt somewhat possessive of Matthew, but Leslie was their leader. Tanya felt somewhat brutish next to the artfully feminine Leslie. Leslie was the prettiest and a sex therapist; this was her domain. So she let her lead, but now it was Tanya's turn.

Tanya was a quiet lover; she chuffed, quietly expelling the crashing waves of ecstasy, while his insistent mouth demanded her joy. She ground her hips into his sucking, licking mouth mercilessly.

Matthew felt like Tanya actively fought her orgasm. She hissed trying to stay quiet and once she reached it, she couldn't stand further stimulation. She pushed him away and moved to get under the showerhead for cleanup. She acted like she was done and now wanted to get away from him. Tanya puzzled him.

Leslie encouraged, "Good, now Vicky."

Matthew approached Vicky; he meant to hug her, but instead, poked her in the stomach with his erect penis. She giggled; grasped his member, squeezed and lifted. They pressed it between them, warm wet skin to warm wet skin and it was too much. To his eternal shame Matthew exploded in a fountain of semen. He squirted between them, splashing both their midriffs in warm milky semen. Vicky backed up and put her hands up over his fountaining erection. He turned aiming it at the tiled shower wall. Red faced, Matthew wanted to crawl away and die, but Vicky watched his fountaining erection with eyes wide and her mouth an O of shocked, joyful, howling, laughter.

Matthew hung his head in shame. "I'm so sorry Vicky."

Vicky rinsed off Matthew's semen and stood in front of him. He looked down and would not meet her gaze. "Oh, you think you're getting away that easily? You have a hot and bothered pussy to kiss. Get on your knees boy!" She said with a crooked smile and beaming eyes.

Vicky pushed the lion's share of the crushing weight of embarrassment off his shoulders and gave him something to do; Matthew grinned in appreciation, "Yes ma'am!"

He knelt in front of her and went to kiss her in her center, when Vicky smirked and spun around presenting her shapely bottom. Matthew perplexed, pulled away. Rejected again!

Leslie scoffed, "Vicky is just being playful."

"Ahh," Matthew said. LEAP! He grasped her waist pulled her forcefully toward him and lapped her buttock in long wide strokes. She twisted to watch; her surprised expression made Matthew snicker. He grasped her thigh with both hands and slowly swirled upward. His fingers brushed her lower lips and she tried to move away, so he bit her buttock, holding her in place with his teeth.

It was a firm bite but not enough to cause pain, but it would hurt if she tried to tear herself away. She inhaled loudly, her face a caricature of outrage - her mouth opened in an "O", her eyes popped. The situation hit his funny bone; he howled in laughter, letting her go.

Vicky spun around and smacked him, "You bit my ass!" She studied his smirking face.

"Yes ma'am," replied Matthew with a decided lack of repentance.

She declared, "Now you're going to make it up to me." She glared down on him.

"Yes ma'am!" He tentatively left a lingering kiss on the glorious smooth ebony skin between her navel and the trimmed hair between her legs. Matthew pulled away and looked into her eyes, waiting for her forgiveness.

"Go on," she commanded with a smirk.

"Yes ma'am!"

"And stop 'yes ma'aming' me," she snapped.

"Yes ma'am."

She smacked him again and pulled his head toward her. "Get busy." She pushed herself into him so he couldn't reply, but he chuckled into her sex, tickling her, which made her squirm and giggle. He went to work vigorously.

Vicky was very vocal with her praise. "Oh, yes.", "mmm, mmm.", "Oh, that feels delicious." "Right there, that's it." Her comments inspired him to try harder and experiment. He grasped one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder; he lifted the other. He bore her weight and lifted until he stood. Vicky's mouth opened in surprise and joy as she towered above Leslie.

Her big brown eyes sparkled with warmth; he knew he hit the spot. Matthew felt joy being so close to Vicky. She challenged, yet made him feel loose and confident. He vigorously applied the techniques he so recently learned.

As she got closer to climax she thrust her hips into his face demanding. Her words ceased; now she encouraged with moans of need as she approached the tipping point.

Her sex swelled and glistened, and her dark skin made her inner flesh of pink more prominent; it drove Matthew mad for her. He stopped licking and looked up at her. She groaned, but saw his need and understood. She stared back with her need. He lowered her slowly. She reached between them and guided his throbbing shaft into her, they moaned in unison.

Matthew was inside of Vicky; she felt so good he shivered with excitement. She moved deliciously on him, with her legs wrapped around him; grinding her hips. His hands cupped her bottom, he moved with her, thrusting harder and harder. He was overcome with powerful warmth for her. He willed that she should feel the bliss. He willed her. He willed her to feel the coming ecstasy.

She clasped him with her legs and arms while her sex clutched his sex and she could not be denied. He spilled into her gratefully. He growled with his thrusts and she cried out and moaned with her eyes shut.

He sank down to his knees in the tub and sat on his feet; Vicky was still wrapped around him. Matthew hoped he didn't disappoint her like he did Mrs. Ruben. Sitting on his folded legs, she put her hands on the sides of his head and lifted so he looked up into her mirthful, mischievous big brown eyes. She grinned and kissed him tenderly, parting, he let go a breath he didn't know he was holding.

He clutched her to him gratefully. She cupped his ear and in a breathy whisper, said "I knew you would pick me." She parted grinning. He kissed her joyfully.

Tanya left the tub, wrapped herself in a towel, picked up her clothes and left without a word. Matthew watched her go with a pang of guilt, but he didn't have time to ponder it.

Leslie said, "One more to go."

Noreen sat on the commode fully dressed. She was older, softer and a bit wider than the younger women and was self-conscious about it. She was catching up quickly, alcohol wise, but wasn't ready to disrobe and didn't think she would. In fact, she felt she should leave; they were having fun while she watched. How did she get in this situation? She contemplated making an excuse or just sneaking away when Leslie intimated Matthew would go down on her. She frowned in indecision.