Message-ID: <13287eli$9807221223@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Gwydion McCarthy Subject: Story: Masks of Masks 2 of 2 (m/f, multiple personality disorder) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: gwydion@writeme.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980722135459.5161.rocketmail@web2.rocketmail.com> The Needle was Cleopatra's Needle, an obelisk erected in Central Park many years ago. Located behind the Met, it was an easily approachable place. John felt very strongly that it had all the aspects of "neutral ground," an agreed-upon place of neutrality. The Needle, which gave an air of art and mysticism, didn't really even attract that many bums, and it was clearly out in the open. John had really neglected New York. It was like a elderly grandparent to him: rich, old, interesting, extremely perverse and very odd. He hadn't explored, hadn't roamed, hadn't moved beyond his well-trod path between work and the train. This was his first time in Central Park. He felt his whole world-view changing as he contemplated this place of green amidst the city. "It is beautiful, isn't it?" Came that gravelly voice. John looked around and saw Charly. This business of knowing someone before you knew them was new for John - and yet John realized that all he knew of Charly was her face and her voice. Which was really nothing. "No, it's pretty ugly. Weathered, beaten, looks like a cheap Disney publicity stunt." John said, appraising the hieroglyphic-covered monument. "No, I meant the park. Here. This place." Charly said. And then she held out her hand, and superfluously said, "I'm Charly." "Yes, I know. I saw your pic. What is it that you wanted to talk about?" "I needed to meet you John, because I'm frankly concerned about Sarah and about the people she gives her trust to. I wanted to meet you because Sarah says your eyes are dreamy." John just looked back at her, dully. His eyes weren't focused on her. "She was right." John shrugged. "What's going on with you and Sarah? I can't figure it out. You come across like a jealous lover or..." "Or a big sister? I'm a sister to her, in a way. She's extremely important to me. We've been through quite a lot together. She is furiously loyal. I helped her when she left her mother, years ago. She was only 16 then. I helped her make her way. She lived with me until last year." "I see." "I know you're thinking it's some kind of bizarre twisted co-dependent relationship - and I guess it is in a way. I wouldn't have had to take her in if her mother hadn't been so fucked up." "What was fucked up about her?" "You don't want to know. Look, let me explain some things to you. Sarah is an innocent. She is a babe in the woods." "Uh-huh." "She hasn't even had sex more than three times, with three separate guys. One night stands, all of them. She's terrified of intimacy." "How can that be true when I've seen her dance - seen her do things on camera that the whores downtown would never even consider?" "Because, John, she is very...she is not always herself. She knows how to draw upon that part of herself. I know how too." "What part?" "The female part. The very female part." "I don't understand." "If I wanted you John, I could have you right now." "No, you couldn't." John said, raising his voice. There was still some uncertainty there. "Yes, I could. Sarah and I are alike like that. There are parts of her you will never see, or never know. I take care of those parts." John just looked at her, his eyes blazing. "I can't believe you think I'd fuck her best friend. Like I'm not in control of my dick or something." "You don't believe me, John? Look at me again with those eyes. I'll show you." John shut up. He just turned away. "Look - if you want me to stay away, well...." "Well, what? You will?" Charly said softly. "I don't know." "Look, John, let's just not talk for now. Let me show you some of the park. You look like you've never been here." "I haven't." "Then don't be a little boy, and let me show you some neat places." "Alright." She walked with him, taking his hand incongruously. He didn't resist, just looking at her from time to time out of the corner of his eye. He cursed himself for finding her attractive, realizing that he kept looking at the cleavage her tank-top afforded and wondering about the lack of tan lines. She showed him the duck pond, the carousel, the boat pond, the beautiful lawns, and finally the castle, taking him all the way to the top and letting him look out over the water and the fields. She talked to him low, and stood too close to him "You can have Sarah if you tell me that you will be good to her." Charly said, the teasing in her voice only a polite fiction. "I never said I would do anything differently. And who says you can give her to me?" "I just know her very well - if I tell her to stay away...but you know, I think I can trust your instincts at least." "Why do you say that?" "Because you sensed I was bisexual." "Really?" "Yes. I am. Have been all my life. How does that make you feel?" She leaned back against him, wordlessly letting him know that she knew he was hard. She felt his penis pushing against her back. "I have....I've had a fantasy..." He began. "Of being in bed with two hot bi babes? Look - that's not all it's cooked up to be. First of all, chycks who dig chycks are usually nothing like Penthouse Pets, and then there's the challenge of attempting to satisfy two women: frequently all I hear are complaints of exhaustion from the men I've shared with women. But if you want to keep it as a fantasy..." She pressed her rounded bottom against his cock, moving her hips lightly. It refused to go soft despite his trying to think of disgusting things to make it so. John pulled away from her, turning to look out over the theatre nearby. "Look - if you've said what you're going to say about Sarah, then I think I should go." "I don't think so, John - I know you are aroused by me. That's hard to ignore." She stepped up to him, putting her arms around his neck. "And you should know that we share everything. Sarah won't mind." He could almost feel her nipples against his chest, she was forcing her tongue into his mouth and he couldn't stop her. A wave of lust overcame him and he began to kiss her back. She reached down between them and stroked his cock through his slacks, letting him know what she wanted. "I think you would like to share the bed with Sarah and I. She loves me. She would do it." Charly said softly, and John closed his eyes, knowing that she spoke the truth. He felt himself sinking into this state of pure acceptance, walking as if he were asleep. She took his hand, leading him away, down the stairs. He didn't remember how they got to some place in the Ramble, didn't remember what had happened to get her on her knees in front of him, taking his cock in her mouth. He thought about Sarah, and how much he loved her, and tears began to flow down his cheeks as he realized that Charly now controlled whether he saw her again or not. She sucked his come out of him, demanding it with her tongue and her mouth. It was the best blowjob he had ever had, and she lavished attention on every square inch of his cock. When he finally spilt his ejaculate into her mouth, she looked up at him for a moment in pure triumph, showing him that she was savoring the seed. He saw her throat move and swallow it. She kissed him and he tasted his own sperm for the first time, on her breath. She smiled at him. "I knew you would see things my way." He shook his head as if waking from a dream. "What do you mean?" "You know exactly what I mean, John - we have an understanding now, don't we? I don't think Sarah would like to find out that you very willingly let me go down on you. She hasn't really reacted well to the news in the past." John nodded dully. Charly grinned. "But you have permission to fuck her now. I will let Sarah know." John just shook his head in disbelief. "what? Don't want her now?" Charly said, grinning. John turned and stared at a tree. "No - it's not that." "Then what?" "I can't believe you." "Believe me. Ask Sarah sometime about her first time. Then you'll understand." John left her then, without even saying goodbye, not understanding what had taken place, realizing that he had been seduced and manipulated without a second thought. The rest of the day passed in a daze. John wasn't used to receiving blowjobs on his lunch break. And there were several voicemails from Sarah to contend with when he got back. They sent shivers up his spine, because he realized that she somehow knew what Charly would be doing to him. He didn't have the nerve or the heart to call Sarah right away. He saw watching stripper through his window, and coming to realize a kind of sickness at the pit of his stomach. The phone rang at 4:45 and it was Sarah. "Are you OK John? Did Charly hurt your feelings?" "No, she's fine. I'm fine. It's OK. Really. Sarah - you should come over to see me tonight. Can you spend the night with me? We don't have to have sex. I just want to get you alone. Tell you what - even better - let's go upstate. There's gotta be someplace up there...we can get away." Silence answered him. Then a quiet voice. "OK. OK, I will go with you. Another adventure? Do I need to pack?" "No, hon, I'll buy you whatever you need. I'm going to rent a car. Talk to you soon." He picked her up at her apartment in a rented Geo Storm and they fought their way through weekend traffic up over the Tappan Zee bridge, off into the hinterlands. He had indeed located a bed and breakfast up there. The place was beautiful and the mom and pop owners thought they were newlyweds or a boss and his secretary up for a fling - they captured the owner's romantic imagination and there was quite a fuss over them. They were settled into a beautiful room with its own privacy balcony overlooking a lovely mountain view only a few hours after leaving the city, and Sarah regarded John as if he were some sort of genie, having granted the secret wish of her heart. "Why John? Why are you doing this for me? I saw how much this place costs." "Nothing, really -compared to train tokens for a month. Or my lunch for a week. Forget it." "No, John - I can't forget it. It means a lot to me. A great deal to me. I didn't know how much I needed this - peace." John nodded, going to sit on the bed next to her. She looked into his eyes, the eyes which drew her to him. "I have to ask you a question, John - and I want you to be clear with me. Truthful. I don't know what Charly told you about me....but..." "She didn't tell me anything, really." John lied. Sarah bit her lip. "Did she do anything to you, or with you?" John looked down. "I..." Sarah sighed, shaking her head. "She did, didn't she?" John nodded. Sarah sighed. "I don't blame you, John. I'm glad you didn't lie to me though. I knew she would try something, and I know how she is." John looked at her. "Your friend gives me a blowjob, and you don't care?" Sarah rolled her eyes. "Is that all she did? I thought she would've fucked you." John shook his head 'no.' "She did tell me to ask about your first time though." He felt exposed, his secrets completely bare. Sarah nodded, and shivered for a second. She laid back against the duvet cover on the bed, looking at him. Her eyes were little-girl eyes. She opened her arms to him and beckoned to hug her. He held her and she whispered. "Yes. She was there with me." John nodded. "At your first time?" "Yes. She was there. She held my hand." Her voice was very soft, almost a whisper. "She was holding your hand while some guy entered you?" "Yes. She helped him inside me." "Helped him?" "Yes, she got him wet with her mouth." "I see." He couldn't help but feel his cock stir next to her, despite the strangeness in her voice. "Then what happened?" John asked. "He fucked me. She tickled his balls. Finally, he came inside me. This was before condoms were necessary. She licked his semen out of me, even though I told her not to. I was too wasted to stop her. " "What about you?" "Huh?" "Did you get anything from this?" She shook her head "no." "Have you ever had a lover that...pleasured you?" "What do you mean?" "That made you come." "Except for my fingers you mean?" Sarah said. "Yes." John said softly. Sarah sighed. "No." "Sarah?" John's voice caressed her. "Yes?" "I want to make love to you." Sarah looked at him. There was fear on her face. "You do?" "No - no, it's not like that...I want to do it only if you really want it." Sarah's eyes scrunched up. "You mean you won't if I say 'no'?" "I won't." Sarah nodded. "Can we sleep and talk about it tomorrow?" John nodded, got up, turned out the light, and that was it. Except, in the middle of the night, he felt Sarah's mouth on him, licking and sucking, taking his cock deep into her throat for a moment, then continuing to lick and suck. It was curiously like Charly's blowjob earlier that day. But so much more sincere, so much more loving. John didn't want to say a word to spoil it. She pleasured him without stopping and he came in her throat directly - no mess, no fuss. And fell back to sleep despite his wishes and half-hearted attempts to arouse her. In the morning, he was hard again, and she offered to give him another blow job wordlessly, by bending down over his penis, but he stopped her. He looked in her eyes. "You want ..." "No...just let me..." He wordlessly crept down the bed to the now-stubbly pussy he had once gazed at through a silicon window. She looked as if he were a snake, about to bite her. "Can I?" He asked softly. Sarah closed her eyes. She let her richly red hair fan out like a halo around her head on the pillow, laying back. She nodded "yes." He started by just washing her all over like a cat, wetting her labia and letting her get used to the feeling of his tongue on her. He felt the stubble on his tongue but didn't care, didn't worry about it, would've licked there anyway. He kept licking and licking, avoiding her clit, avoiding opening up her labia. She moved just a little bit as she got used to the feeling. Finally, he let the tip of his tongue unseal her labia, let it dip down into that little furrow and tease her. Tastes met his tongue and tantalized him - the very female tastes of a woman aroused. He took his time, making pathways and patterns across her labia, dipping down into her furrow as he passed over. He listened for her breathing to change. After a lot of teasing with his tongue (which was tiring, but he didn't care) she finally began to move her lower body, pushing up against him, trying to move his tongue as he moved it through its courses, always changing, never stopping. He smiled inwardly, and began paying more attention to the line between her labia, moving slowly, ever-so-slowly up and down that axis of pleasure. She was opening up to him like a flower, he noticed the blood which had made his face warm next to her prickly pear. She let him in to her, and he felt the change as she began to move against his face, and his tongue began to dance up and down her cleft with double-spirals, moving across her clit now that it was hard and protruding. She gasped each time he did. "Please don't stop." She said - the first and only words to break the silence. He didn't stop, even though his tongue felt like one major cramp about to happen, he didn't care. Something inside him shifted down to just focusing on her pussy, and his whole universe became that place between her legs. Her orgasm was soundless, but John felt it like a deep tremor through her entire body. He felt her legs clench his face and knew not to stop - it was all he could do to keep his tongue on the now-moving target. But she held his head in place as she came. He couldn't believe his cock was soft underneath him - but all the work he had done was just that - work. It had started out extremely erotic and now his work was done. He held her instead of trying to somehow get his penis into the act, and for that she was grateful. She couldn't even think about anything else. The fact of her pleasure resounded through her entire being. She held him, clung to him. She felt as though the bed was spinning and he was the only thing keeping her from flying off into the universe. She held to him and cried, her tears softening his cock. They awoke later that afternoon - a Saturday afternoon, and she heard a strange noise coming from her purse. Her beeper. It was Charly calling her, trying to get to her. John took the beeper from her and shut it off. "No. You're not going to call her this weekend. This is our time together." She nodded at him, meek in the light of his forceful pronouncement. They ate from a tray of fruit that was placed magically outside their door. They dipped strawberries and banana sections in chocolate and caramel. They fed each other. She smeared caramel on her breasts and John licked it off, teasing her nipples as he did. Started to squirm - the energy from the food hitting them both at the same time. "John...I...." Sarah said, quietly. "What is it sweetheart?" "John, I want you inside me." He took her there on the bed, and she met him back with thrusting and pleasure. She wrapped her legs around him and kept him inside her. In the end he came inside of her with her mounted on top of him, touching her nipples and teasing his own with her fingertips - despite the lack of sensitivity from the condom, he felt each touch on his nipples send him closer and closer to the edge, until finally he was filling up the Trojan with his seed. They stayed there the rest of the weekend, taking a long walk Sunday morning up into the mountainous hills, until no one else was around, where they made love again under the trees. Late Sunday evening they drove back into the city. John asked her where she wanted to go - to his place, or to hers...and she said to her place. He took her to her stoop and got out of the car with her. "Are you sure you're going to be OK?' "Yeah, John, I am. You've helped us in some ways." "What do you mean?" "I mean - me, you've helped me. We've never experienced...." "You keep saying 'we.'" Sarah nodded. "You have to forgive me. I mean, I've never experienced pleasure like what you did..." She started to climb her stairs. She turned. "You know Charly won't let me see you again." John just stood there, like a board had been broken across his face. "I thought you said you loved me..." He finally managed to say. She kissed him softly, kissed his stunned lips. "I do - but that doesn't matter." Sarah said. She was still smiling. John felt the whole world collapsing on him. "But I promise... I won't forget you." Sarah said. And for a moment, her face changed, and she ran through all of her own masks, each face kissing him goodbye, leaving him there standing on the stoop, wondering who he had been with all weekend long. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----