a pseudoscholarly work sprinkled with photographs of teen-agers fucking. Not to mention sucking, fingering, widdling, nibbling, whipping, lesbianizing, and every other sex act known to the typical oversexed teeny-bopper. The book was going to be a triumph of bad taste; it was also bound to be a best seller.
Romo had prepared quite a few notes for the book, though he hadn't yet written it up in final form. His primary worry right now was lining up suitable models. He could do his own photography-he had a good studio, and he was quite capable of operating the equipment even if he didn't know much about the final artistic merit-and he planned to shoot the photos a few days hence. In the meantime, he wanted to study his notes. And he couldn't help thinking about his own adolescence… And he wondered if other people indulged themselves in the past like this… reliving the laugher and the hurts of their own foolish teen years.
Chapter 6
She showed up atone P.M. the following day, and she looked troubled.
'What's up?' Romo asked, wondering why she had come.
Lisa tossed her purse on a chair and paced toward the far end of the room. 'It's Jan,' she said. 'I'm confused about our relationship. Much more confused than I was before.'
Romo mixed a couple of drinks. 'Bloody Mary? They're good at this time of day.' He offered one of the glasses to Lisa, who took it without much interest. Romo quaffed his drink while she sipped at hers.
'I love Jan,' Lisa said firmly. 'I've told you that, of course. It still holds true.'
'So why did you come to visit?'
'It's-' She put her glass on the coffee table and sat down on the couch. 'It's not that I don't love her,' she went on. 'I mean, I do love her. We're like… like… ' She groped for the right word.
'Sisters?' Romo suggested.
'No!' Lisa shook her head vehemently. 'Not like sisters. Like lovers. I mean, we are lovers. Have been, still are. It's just that… well, I've started to think about it, you know, because of what you were saying about how I was deprived of male companionship during my formative years. And I've begun to wonder if maybe you aren't right, at least partly. I do love Jan, you see, but perhaps I have an even greater capacity to love men. A capacity for… for fucking men.' She laughed self-consciously. 'Or maybe I should say a capacity for letting men fuck me.'
'It's possible,' Romo said, smiling. 'But I can't be sure.'
'True.'
Lisa suddenly looked glum; 'Here I am,' she said. 'An adult female who doesn't know what she wants. I love Jan, and I love having sex with Jan, but I have so little to compare it to where hetero stuff is concerned. I've had you fuck me, and it's been… well, different. But is it good? I mean, is it really enjoying it if you have to combine an orgasm with humiliation? You do humiliate me, Romo. How do I know if I can be fucked by a man and enjoy it without humiliation? Maybe I'm a masochist, heterosexually speaking…' Her voice trailed off as she considered the possibility, and she suddenly took a large swallow of her drink.
'What are you getting at?' Romo asked quietly.
'I think you know.' She blushed.
'Don't be coy with me, Lisa.'
'I'm not being coy. I'm being ' she giggled nervously. 'All right, I'm being coy.'
'You want to experiment, is that it?'
'Yes.'
'You want me to fuck you again?'
'That's it,' she said so softly that it came out almost as a whisper. 'Exactly.'
Romo chuckled. 'But you want it minus the humiliation?'
'Yes. I want to see if I can come when you fuck me nicely.'
'What if I can't do it nicely?' he asked. 'What if I've got to harass the living shit out of you so I can have an orgasm?'
She looked him in the eye. 'Then you can go without an orgasm.'
Romo laughed and touched her knee. 'I think I like you,' he said.
'That's what Jan told me before we fell in love.' Lisa sighed, finished her Bloody Mary, and reached for the button of her blue denim shirt.
She looked good with her clothes off. Better than almost any woman he could think of, in fact. There was something deliciously appealing about the olive skin, the taut little muscles, the abundant curls at the junction of her thighs. She looked like a coiled spring that wanted to break free from its mounts. She looked like a… oh, hell, he didn't know what she looked like, he only knew that she looked incredibly sexy, like an irresistible piece of ass. And she was irresistible, to Romo. He could barely wait to slick his cock into her snatch…
'Romo?' Lisa sounded nervous as she folded her clothes neatly and placed them on the coffee table.
'Yes?'
'Let's do it in the bedroom, not in here.'
'Sure'
Romo followed Lisa to the bedroom, his cock sticking out in front of him in a quivering erection. The organ was twitching slightly; it was a purely involuntary reaction. God, her ass looked great. The small olive-skinned cheeks wiggled and contracted, undulated and softened with every step. Every muscle seemed to be visible through the skin; yet the muscles were rounded, feminine, smooth rather than bulging. The ass looked so eminently fuckable, Romo thought ruefully. Today, alas, he would have to screw her by the conventional route.
'What do we do first?' she asked worriedly as she eyed his cock.
'You can begin by lying down.'
'On the bed?'
He laughed. 'Where else?' He gave her a slight nudge with his cock, and she crawled onto the bed. 'On your back,' he said. 'Spread your legs so I can see your cunny. There-hold it just like that.' He stared at her, feasted his eyes on her swollen inner lips, the flaps were glistening already, moist with anticipation and desire. So she was a lesbian, eh? Her body said something different. It said that she wanted to be Lucked, and not in an hour or two either.
'Romo… ' She sounded nervous again.
'Yeah?'
'Promise me something.'
'Sure.' He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch her clit. She jerked slightly, then regained her self-control.
'Promise that you'll be gentle,' she begged. 'Really. Promise that you won't humiliate me. I know you can make me come by treating me like a whore, but I want to see if you can do it by fucking me with,… ' She paused.
'Yes?' He toyed with her right inner lip.
'Well, tenderly.'
'With love,' he said. 'That's what you meant to say, Isn't it? You want to see if you can come when I fuck you with love.'
'Yes,' she said meekly.
'You want to see if I'm as desirable as Jan when I fuck you without the sado-maso element.'
'Yes.' She was trembling slightly; was it fear or a reaction to his finger on her snatch?
'We should be fucking, not talking,' he told her.
'I know,' she breathed.
Romo chuckled softly and took his hand from her twat, simultaneously bending forward and moving his legs up on the bed so he could stick his face in her pussy and eat her like a banana split…
She tastes like fish. Romo closed his eyes and savored the flavor and aroma. What the hell, he liked ash. Eating Lisa was like dining on red snapper, and that was fine with him. He stuck his tongue into the vestibule of her cunt and' wiggled it to and fro. Lisa gasped and mumbled something unintelligible. He did it again. This time she whimpered and ran her fingers through her hair.
