wondering how she'd react to that bit of Information.
'I still want to come over,' Lisa told him. Her voice took on a pleading quality as she continued, 'I've got to see you, damn it!'
'Be here at twelve. We'll have lunch.'
'We who?'
He laughed. 'The three of us.'
'Oh,' She sounded disappointed.
'What do you want me to do, turn my house guest out? Throw her out on the street?'
'No,' she said resentfully.
'Twelve, then.'
‘'Thanks.'
Romo shrugged, hung up the receiver, and returned to the bedroom. Tess was waiting for him, awake and seemingly more naked than ever. Her legs were parted so that he could see her cunt lips, and there was a glistening hint of moisture on the edges of the swelling crack.
'Got something in mind?' Romo was grinning; he was still nude, and his cock was already growing hard.
'Yes.'
'Want to give me a blow job?'
'Not this morning,' she said, shaking her head.
'What do you want then?' His cock twitched; he licked his lips as he felt the stiff flesh become literally hot with desire.
'I thought we could make love.'
'Any particular position?'
She grinned. 'You're the boss.'
Romo crawled onto the bed and lowered his face to her pussy. He sought out her clit, finally moistening its tiny knob with his tongue. Tess gasped and jabbed her fingernails into his temples. Romo kept it up, slathering spittle on her clit and depositing a slick trail of the stuff in her crack and on down to her asshole.
'Jesus!' she whispered excitedly.
Romo chuckled and stuck his tongue deep into the fissure, savoring the taste and pressing his stiff cock against the smooth satin sheet.
He was in her five minutes, and out again in fifteen.
Lisa arrived early, at seven minutes to twelve. Romo invited her in and gave her a Bloody Mary.
'You could use one, from the look of you,' he said only half-jokingly; then he introduced her to Tess, who seemed no more eager to meet Lisa than Lisa was to meet Tess.
'You two should get along famously,' Romo said, wondering which girl would try the lady wrestler bit first.
'I was hoping for a private talk,' Lisa said quietly.
'Sorry.' He shock his head firmly. 'This is a group therapy outfit, remember? If you've got something to get off your chest, you'll have to do it in company.'
Romo led the two girls into the kitchen. Tess offered to do the cooking, but he told her to sit down. Working quickly, he prepared three Spanish omelets and produced French bread and white wine. The three of them ate with Romo leading off the conversation.
'What's the problem?' he asked Lisa, noting that she seemed a bit paler than usual.
'It's the same thing as always. You know.' She seemed reluctant to talk in front of Tess.
'Have you seen Jan lately?'
'No.'
'Then why the sudden need to come over here?'
She shrugged. 'I don't know. I guess I just felt lonely.'
'Why haven't you seen Jan?'
'She's been… busy.'
Romo toyed with a piece of French bread. 'Busy in what way?'
'I don't know. She didn't explain.'
'And you think it's another girl?'
Lisa started. 'God, what an awful thing to say.'
'Let's not fuck around, Lisa. You're obviously worried about Jan's activities… Aren't you?'
'I-' Lisa bit her lip, then tried to look Romo in the eye. 'Say it,' she insisted.
'All right. Jan is screwing around on the side. Or licking around, to be more precise.' He laughed. 'And you're jealous.'
She shook her head. 'Not jealous. Afraid.'
'Afraid of what?'
'I'm afraid to lose a friend. I-' She took a healthy slug of wine. 'I don't have many friends, Romo.'
'I see.'
There were a few moments of silence while everyone tried to think of something to say. Finally Romo turned to Tess; who hadn't said anything at all.
'What do you think?' he asked.
'About what?'
He nodded toward Lisa. 'Does she strike you as the lesbian type?'
Lisa flushed as Tess studied her carefully.
'I can't tell by looking at her,' Tess said at last. 'Hell, what do I know about lesbians?'
Romo laughed. 'Okay. We've settled one thing, at least… Lisa, you don't look like a dyke. Not to the average person in any case. And to tell you the truth, I don't think you're any more upset about Jan's stepping out on you than you are about mine. Take Tess here… you seemed rather put off when you learned that I had a house guest. Right?'
'I suppose,' Lisa replied rather reluctantly.
'And if I were to fuck her right now, in front of you… ' He looked at Lisa, wondering how she would react. She said nothing for a moment or two, then muttered something that he couldn't understand. 'What was that?' he asked.
'Nothing.'
‘Please,' he insisted.
'You're humiliating me again.'
He laughed. 'Uh-uh. I'm merely frying to find out what makes you tick. Tell you what. Some people are coming over this evening. The usual orgy scene-heterosexual, for the most part, with a few horny young guys on hand. I'd like you to come.'
Lisa eyed him suspiciously. 'What for?'
'I want you to make love with them. One of them anyway. I'll let you pick him out, or I'll do it for you.'
Lisa thought it over. 'I don't think so,' she finally said.
'Why not?'
'I just don't like the idea.'
Romo shrugged. 'It's a proven method, you know. GSI, I mean. My group therapy approach. I can't guarantee that it's going to work tonight, but it's worth a try. I think you've built up a wall of resistance where I'm concerned. You want to come when we're fucking, but you've told yourself not to, perhaps because you think of it as yet another form of humiliation. You didn't want to let me dominate you; you're afraid to let me bring you to climax because it implies that I'm somehow the winner, that rye fucked you into admitting that I'm as useful to you as Jan is. But if you make it with another guy tonight He paused for emphasis. 'I think you get the idea.'
'No, I don't.'
'Sure you do. It'll give you a chance to make it with a man who couldn't care less whether you're a lesbian. All he's going to care about is whether you're a good fuck.'
'And what if I'm not a good fuck?'
Romo laughed. 'Don't worry. You are. You may be a bitch at limes, but in your way you're a very good fuck.'
