Along for the Ride
“A couple of people passed through, but we could have just been in a passionate embrace, nothing more. Those coats.” He laughed.
As Felice and Jason flirted with one another, Cal turned to Georgie.
“Your turn.”
She looked at him. He could see her response in her expression, a teasing acknowledgment of his game.
“Now let me think.” Her eyelids lowered, her head going back. “Ah, yes! I was divested of my virginity by my father’s friend and colleague.”
Cal felt a rush of blood in his loins.
“It was here, in this house ...” Her hand closed over his, her expression and her words provoking him.
“Gerald?” Felice asked as she stood up to change the CD.
“Yes, Gerald.” Georgie squeezed Cal’s fingers between her own. Her expression told him she was thinking of him, but that wasn’t enough. He would have to possess her soon.
“I wondered about him.” Felice replied. “So it was inexperience that interested him. That explains a lot.” She laughed in delight, tossing her head back. She sashayed to the music as she returned from the stereo. “Was he a good lover? A worthy initiator?”
“Oh, yes. It was so good!” Georgie’s gaze flickered back and forth to Cal’s.
He felt a flare of jealousy burning inside his chest. The foreign emotion unsettled him. He didn’t want to be jealous, because he didn’t understand it. He didn’t want to feel possessive or need her this way -- he didn’t want to need anybody.
He turned back to Felice. “Felice, you’ve been avoiding your confession.”
Jason had never heard Cal say so much about his sexuality, or talk about his upbringing at all. What on earth had brought that about, he wondered? He had been baiting them all, that was clear, but something about Georgie’s provocative comments and her mood had got the better of him. Jason couldn’t help wondering if the Austrian was getting attached to their new playmate. The thought made him smile.
Felice smiled back, assuming it was meant for her, and drew her legs up onto the table, her ankles crossed. Jason’s gaze ran up and down the length of them. They were long and firm, shapely. Her patent shoes reflected the candlelight. Her outfit was all style and panache -- a fern-colored dress in velvet hugged her body, as chicly sexy as Georgie’s was sexy goth chick, and yet the two of them looked right at home sitting opposite each other at the candlelit dining table.
“The most outrageous ... hmmm.” She smoothed her hands over the surface of her velvet hemline where it ran across her thighs, building up the anticipation. “It’s rather perverse.”
“And masturbating in a church isn’t perverse?” Cal reached over the table to lace Georgie’s fingers with his own.
Felice gave a decadent smile. Jason could see she was enjoying every moment of this, despite Cal’s barefaced impatience.
“I like to masturbate ... Who doesn’t?” She glanced at them happily. “But not with those ugly plastic dildos.”
Georgie chuckled. “I like ugly plastic dildos.”
Felice grimaced in distaste, appearing to be such a sophisticated lady, even when talking about the dirty one-handed deed.
“I like to do it with something a bit more natural.” She had Jason’s full attention. “Such as fruit and vegetables. I take a good deal of trouble when I’m shopping, selecting the object I will do it with. I enjoy that part of it, too; it makes me anticipate. I feel the shapes of all the long, hard vegetables.”
Jason’s eyebrows went up in amazement when he recalled shopping with her that day, and how much attention she had paid to t
he products in the greengrocer. It had turned him on, and yet he hadn’t quite realized why. It all made perfect sense now, and for some reason he felt a sudden rush of unaccountable embarrassment over his naiveté in the shop.
“Cucumbers,” she growled. “I like to test the hardness and girth with my hand.” She demonstrated by touching her thumb and forefinger together in a circle and gesturing with an up and down movement. It made Jason’s cock twitch with eagerness. “To gauge how it might feel inside me, hard and cold and rigid ... and I can stroke the texture of fruit for such a long time. I like to rub the skin of a hard lemon over my pussy. I squeeze them in the shop to find if they are just rough enough to give me that kind of pleasure.”
“Then ...” She glanced around at them. “After I have had my pleasure with them, sometimes ... sometimes I like to cook them.”
“Did we eat you tonight?” Cal asked in an amused tone. “The zucchini, the carrots, perhaps?”
Georgie was giggling, Jason speechless.
Felice gave a purr of a laugh. “That is for me to know and for you to guess at.” She looked directly at Jason.
His mouth was watering. He wanted to taste her. Forget the vegetables, he wanted to stick his tongue inside her, instead. “What a terrible waste. A man would be very appreciative of such attention.”