Banging Becky

I remember one night after we left a meeting of the survivors, Anne gave
a good summary of her feelings. “You know, Jeff, there are times I wish
I could become a nun, I wish I could live in an isolated world where sex
didn’t exist.”

“Why not marry me?” I joked.

“What?” she said, stopping me on the street and staring at me.

“Like you said at the meeting,” I said. “You said you’d always thought
that marriage was a trap to be avoided, that marriage would mean the end
of your sexuality. Wouldn’t marriage be more fun than a convent?”

She smiled at me and chuckled. “It probably would, but you’re so …”
She paused, her voice trailing off. “Damn it, you’re so straight that
I’m afraid I’d offend you.”

“I guess it’s about the same with me,” I said as I fished in my pocket
for my keys. “How come you still wear the earrings?”

She looked oddly at me for a moment before she answered. “They’re in
permanently; I’d have to cut them to get them out.”

Can you call it dating when neither partner is interested in making any
sexual advances? In March, a few months after Anne joined our survivors
support group, we started going out together. I think we were both
using our relationship defensively; by staying together when we were in
social settings, we could were shield each other from sexual pressure.

She was so different from me, but somehow over the months that followed,
we found that we had something in common. We weren’t the only straights
in the survivors of AIDS group, but mabe the fact that most of the group
was gay did help push us together. The first thing we discovered we had
in common was an aversion to everything we associated with our encounter
with AIDS, and that included sex.

A few weeks after she joined our support group, we ended up walking out
to the parking lot together after a meeting. It was January, but above
freezing, and after the recent cold spell, we both found it pleasantly
warm, enough so that we stood outside and chated a bit before we got in
our cars to drive home.

“By the way,” I asked. “I remember you said you did jewelry design; got
any of your work to show off?”

“Other than my earrings, Nope,” she said, and then paused thoughtfully.
“It’s funny, I used to like flashy jewelry, but since Janet got AIDS …
well, I guess I’ve tried to avoid being flashy. I guess I’m one of the
new puritans the minister talked about at the meeting. It sure sounds
odd saying it, though, I mean, my self-image is about as far from that
as possible.”

While the rest of the group came down on her for abandoning her friend,
I admired her. She was stunning looking, if plainly dressed. Her long
hair was tied back in a ponytail to show her ears, and in each ear, she
wore a row of gold earrings that ran from the earlobe right up over the
top, as many as twenty in each ear.

I still remember Anne’s outburst at her first meeting. “Damn you!” she
screamed. “Don’t you understand? Janet and I,” she sobbed, “Janet and
I shared all the same lovers.” She paused for a ragged breath. “How
can I make you understand? See these rings?” She ran her finger over
the arc of rings in one ear. “Janet and I had this deal. Everytime we
had a new guy, we’d put in a new pair of earrings, one ring for each of
us. Now she’s got AIDS, damn it, but I didn’t run away from her, I ran
away from all of our lovers! Janet I could face, I couldn’t face all the
guys!”

I was in shock when I saw what Anne exposed when she undressed, but I’ve
got to admit it, she did warn me. We met six months ago at a meeting of
the local support group for survivors of AIDS. The group was hosted by
the local Metropolitan Church, but don’t get me wrong, I’m not gay. I’d
joined the group after the death of my previous lover; when we’d started
living together, she’d never told me that her previous lover was bi, but
now she’d paid for it with her life. Now, I thank God that we’d always
used condoms.

Anne was very withdrawn when she first joined the group; she said that
she was an artist, into jewelry design, but that she usually worked as a
sales clerk in a jewelery store because her artwork didn’t support her.
When she explained that she’d just arrived from Chicago, having fled the
city when her best friend was diagnosed with AIDS, I’m sorry to say that
we weren’t a very supportive group.

Her asscheeks tensed
against his dick, not wanting to let it go, moving it up and down in her
frenetic motion. Keith pushed against her, wanting to enter her from
behind, but he couldn’t. Finally, Terri stopped moving, and she rolled
over, pulling her ass away from his dick. With all the movement next to his
dick, without even entering her ass or cumming or ANYTHING, he was very,
very hard and dying for release. She pulled him up towards her face, and
after thanking him for making her feel so good…

Pushing Terri off of him, Keith pulled his body out from underneath hers,
pushing her down onto the bed stomach first. His hand never left her ass,
rubbing against her and feeling her grind in return. He grabbed her cheeks
and pulled them apart, sticking his tongue against her asshole, feeling her
grind into the bed. Her hand reached back and ran thru his hair, pushing
against his head, telling him what he needed to know. Keith let her hand
manipulate his actions, sensing that Terri was getting very close to orgasm.
She grabbed him, and looking back at him, pulled him towards her. She then
grabbed his dick and put it in the crack of her asscheeks, wanting him to
rub against her. Keith pushed against her ass, touching her asshole with
his dick as he moved back and forth between her. The pseudo-anal sex
continued, with Terri tensing against his body. She felt her urges building
against her will, wanting to hold onto this feeling forever. She finally
couldn’t hold it anymore, and she started to cum, pushing against Keith’s
cock hard, hoping he would keep moving back and forth.

Keith pulled away, regretting it the moment he did it. “I think we might
have to do something about this, Terri. I’m getting kind of hot and
bothered. If you know what I mean.” She grinned, and knew exactly what he
was talking about. Pushing him away from her, feeling his hands slip away
from her body, she placed him squarely on his back. Terri made him put his
hands on his side. “No touching! At least, not yet.” she said with a grin.
Looking at him, she turned away from him, and placed her ass in his view.
She was now on top of his chest, facing away from him. Keith could feel
Terri pushing against his chest, the dampness fairly dripping onto his body.
She slid up his body, her ass a tempting sight as it slowly enveloped his
line of sight. Terri lifted herself up and put her knees on each side of
Keith’s head, keeping her distance from his mouth. Keith, however, had
other ideas.

His hands now ran freely over her body, touching her everywhere. She was
leaning back on the bed, bracing herself with her hands, groaning with his
movements inside of her. his hand slid over her breasts and stomach as he
rubbed her clit in time with the thrusts he pushed into her. Terri couldn’t
help herself. She grabbed Keith by the neck and pulled him closer to her,
kissing him with a fervor that surprised the both of them. Tongues dancing,
they felt each other, Terri’s hands grasping him and stroking him, while his
hands were busy with their own activity. Both were panting now, wanting
each other. When this happened, problems occurred, because they couldn’t
have sex in the traditional way – Terri was saving herself for marriage, and
Keith respected that. But there were always other ways to get off, and they
both had some ideas…

“My, my, my,” said Terri, that look back in her eye. “We sure did remain controlled there, didn’t we? You didn’t make a grab for me or anything!
You sure are full of surprises tonite, dear.” She grabbed hold of him and
stroked him roughly, making Keith gasp again. Terri knew Keith liked a
little surprise and pushines, but he was in for a shock tonight. Nothing
spectacular, but it all depended on how you look at it.

We all slept well past noon the next day. At Alyssa’s urging, we decided to
postpone leaving by a day at least. I was amazed to discover that she had had
her eye on me almost as long as I had one on her. We spent most of the day
talking and I discovered many things about both of them that I didn’t know.
Like the fact that last night was the very first time they had done anything
like that. But as the day wore on we became very close indeed. Almost like an
extended family. That night wasn’t a repeat performance, but much, much
better. The element of surprise was gone, but the intimacy flowed much more
naturally. I shan’t bore you with details but let me say it was by far the
most incredible night of my life.

Jenny and I are back in Seattle now, but we talk of those nights often. Alyssa
calls on occasion, but I understand she has a boyfriend now who is very
jealous and possessive. Since he’s twice my size I’m not about to make him
listen to reason so until she gives him the boot I guess Jenny and I will just
have to make it alone. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, mind you,
but we’ve both had our eyes opened to something better. And we’re looking
forward to the day Alyssa might join us again…

Alyssa was really getting into it. Her breath was coming out in gasps that
were getting shorter and sharper and I began to think I might outlast her. But
the pressure in my loins was building too quickly and before I knew it I
orgasmed with a grunt, injecting my load deep into the warm depths of her
body. Apparently she had been close herself, because her gasps became cries I
pumped even more furiously, ignoring the overpowering sensitivity of my cock.
Less than a minute later, she came with a cry that must have awakened the
neighbors, and then relaxed with a sigh and she rested her head upon my chest
and I stroked her hair gently. Jenny favored me with a last, deep kiss before
we all collapsed from exhaustion.

I fell asleep a bit later with each arm around a beautiful girl, cuddled up
next to me. I’d never been so happy or contented in my life.

Jenny’s hands ran down my sides and reached into my shorts, caressing my cock
as I undid the last button on her top. I opened it to reveal the treasures
that lay within. It was getting kind of warm so I took the blanket off of
Jenny and myself. It was dark, but still light enough to see fairly well.
Might as well give her a good show. In case you couldn’t guess, I was really
getting into this. Alyssa gathered the sheets around herself almost
selfconsciously as I moved on my hands and knees to hover over Jenny.

I continued roving over Jenny’s nude form with mouth and hands as she shifted
and moaned with pleasure. I took one delicate nipple in my mouth and sucked it
gently, letting it harden under my tender ministrations. Out of one corner of
my eyes I could see Alyssa watching wide-eyed, still wrapped in the bedclothes.

Jenny grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, and I kicked
them off onto the floor. I glanced again at Alyssa and could see her staring
at my cock, jutting stiff and hard from between my legs. This was getting
better by the second.

It was well after two when Jenny and I finally reached her friend Alyssa’s
apartment. Our original plan had been to pass through Portland completely on
the way home to Seattle but we had gotten a late start and after six hours of
driving from the California border we were both beat. So Jenny had called
Alyssa up from the last rest stop and she had been more than happy to put us
up for the night. They didn’t see each other much since we had moved up north.
Me, I was just glad to postpone the last four hour’s drive until I got a
little shuteye.

Alyssa met us at the door dressed in a flannel bathrobe that was open just
enough to rouse me a little from my stupor. She hugged Jenny and they went in
chattering away, almost ignoring me as I just missed tripping on the front
step and falling on my face. I said I was tired.

I just had to tell what happened when I went to my girl-friend’s
house for christmas vacation. We’ve been dating for awhile, so I
know her family pretty well. She is very close to her older sister
who lives in the same town. Becky, my girlfriend, often hangs out
there during the day while her sister’s husband is at work, so we went
over one afternoon to relax in their Jacuzzi. Robin, Becky’s sister,
greeted us when we came in. Robin is a little shorter and slimmer than
Becky; where Becky has larger curves and large, heavy breasts, Robin
has slimmer hips that run to a slimmer waist and smaller, but not small,
breasts that sit up high and pert. (more…)