'She got homesick. Wanted to go back to her parents.'
'I'll be…'
'Don't be.'
'Huh?'
Romo laughed. 'Look, just come around.'
'When?'
'Anytime at all,' he said. 'As soon as possible.'
'I'll be there in fifteen minutes.'
'Make it ten.'
'I'll try.'
Romo hung up, feeling happier than he'd been since Tess had said her tearful, heartfelt good-bye.
He cancelled a GSI meeting so they could be together alone, for the entire evening. Not to mention the entire night.
'Romo?'
'Say it.'
She laughed. 'What if you don't like what I'm going to say?'
'Say it anyway.'
'All right. After I walked out on you, I went to a lesbian bar.'
'And?'
'And I let myself be picked up by a dyke.'
'Butch or femme?'
She smiled wryly. 'Butch. Very butch. The Ferdinand the Bull type, you know what I mean?'
'Yes, I do.'
'We went to her apartment. She had this… this dildo kit.'
'With or without vibrator attachment?' He was grinning.
'Both kinds. And in different sizes-small, medium, and large.'
'You took the large, of course.'
'No.' She laughed. 'It was even bigger than you.'
Romo faked a God-now-you've-hurt-my-feelings expression. 'What the hell,' he asked. 'Now you've got me competing with a goddamn machine?'
'Anyway, she wanted to use the dildoes on me.'
'Did she?'
'Oh, yes. She ate me first, and then she got out this big rubber dildo; it was a sort of light green, and she plugged it into the wall. It made a terrific noise, like one of those barbershop massagers, and then she… ' Lisa giggled. 'Are you sure you want me to go on?'
'Co on, damn it.'
'Well, she stuck it in me.'
'And you liked it, of course.'
'Not at first. It hurt a lot, you know. She didn't have much finesse, I'm afraid. Just got out this big rubber dildo and stuck it in me. It was gigantic, bigger than you'd ever believe.'
Romo attempted a smile. 'You came in the end, of course.'
'Of course.'
'Lisa?'
'Yes?'
'You're lying, aren't you?' He prided himself on his ability to see through women's tall stories.
Lisa surprised him when she shook her head and said no.
It was funny how things always went full circle. Life was a series of cycles; you had your good moments, then your bad ones, and then the good ones came along again. Like sunspots, or weather, or earthquakes: Everything was in cycles. It was funny, or at least weird.
'I'm going to fuck you,' he told Lisa at one in the morning, having wakened her from a sound sleep.
'Oh, shit… '
'Dog style.'
'Romo, goddamn it, I was sleeping!'
'Come on, damn it, onto your hands and knees.'
'I won't, Romo. I was sleeping, and-'
'Onto your hands and knees, damn it!'
'Romo, I-' She sighed and gave in. Moving slowly, she pushed the covers back and crawled into position for the fuck. She was wearing one of his nightshirts- she'd' borrowed it, she said, because her shoulders were cold- and now -she pulled it up over her hips so he could put his hands on her ass as he fucked her from behind.
'I'm not going to get you, ready,' he warned.
'Why not?'
'I want to see what you feel like dry.'
'Oh, God-'
'Spread your knees wider. Lean forward more.' He spoke sharply.
'Romo, for-'
'Let's go.'
She sighed and obeyed. Romo grinned as he shoved his cock between her thighs, guided the knob of it into her pussy, and pushed it in as far as it would go. Lisa grimaced with pain, but she ended up moving with him, enjoying it more than he would have thought possible a few months earlier.
'It isn't so bad, is it?' he asked as he fucked her slowly, almost in relaxation.
'No,' she answered, breathing deeply with each thrust.
'Do you want me to play with you? Touch your clit, tickle your asshole, or-'
'You can touch me,' she said.
Romo grinned. She was obviously talking about her clit. He moved his hand around her right hip, slid it between her thighs, felt around for her glistening cunt lips. He found them; they were stretched around his monster cock. He moved the fingertips upward, searching for the clit. He located it and began to stroke it slowly. 'Tell me,' he said quietly, 'how does it feel?'
She was breathing harder. 'Fine.'
'Tell me if you like it like this.' He strummed the clit lightly, flipping the buried portion from side to side like a guitar string, his fingers moving back and forth against the juice-coated prepuce.
'It's nice,' she gasped.
'And this…?' He pinched it lightly, just hard enough to make her twitch.
'God!'
'And this…?' He alternately pinched and strummed it, then began to make tiny rotary movements with the ball of his thumb.
His captured prick dove nobly in and out between the fat hillocks of her ass, sensing her delight at being brandished by his glutting, as she squirmed and let her body go frantic for him, sobbing out endearments trading juices now… doing it… holding back a little… ohhh… going under, losing altitude, as he now hammered and plundered in a fresh surge of concentration, his hips pounding and slapping against the moist, creamy flesh of her ass. Her yelling cries were mingling with her deep moans, and be felt her wriggle more fretfully, feeling her oil out at him as she grunted, 'Oh… unnn… now!'
He shot his first thunderous load right up into the heart of her, splitting, spraying endless volleys of hot setting bursts that jammed the new flood of her comings that flushed the wet splattered velvet-tipped cock. The bed wheezed and raffled but the sound was muffled by her mad, hedonistic cries, 'Ohhhh! Oh, God! I can't help it, I'm coming! Coming… coming! Here… here's the rest of it! Ahh! Unng! Unnnnnnccg!'
They clung in silence for long and sheltered moments, unbelieving, letting the cathedral hush of their swindling sighs dwindle away.
'I… I never thought…'
'I know, hon. I know…' he whispered.
