Rex Gordon - Menage a quatre - 36 Hours of Pleasure

For a long time, she leaned against the door, brushing her fingertips over all the non-sexual parts of her flesh. The most she could do was touch the curls of the pubic hair that she had cut into "v" because Brandon said he would like it that way. Her mother had told her that sex was dirty. For the longest time, she believed it, but so many of her friends talked about the pleasures of sex that she wanted to believe them instead, but she never unlearned those early thoughts and fears.

"What's the matter with me?" she whispered to herself, and she sighed.

After a long time, she rose from the floor, and padded away from the sounds of love that came through the door. For a moment, she stood in front of the dresser and studied herself in the mirror. She slipped out of her pale robe and let it slide over her shoulders, down her body, and to the floor. For just a moment, she studied her body. When she looked at her face again, she was flushed with embarrassment, and she started to sob, her whole body quaking.

Finally, she crawled into the bed. She stuffed one pillow hard between her thighs, and brought the other over her head to block out the sounds of Rick and Judy's pleasure. She remembered that she had not put her nightgown back on, but she did not want to move. It had been a long and painful night, and she was not satisfied. She was not happy with the beautiful views of Paris, nor with the nightclubs they visited along the Champs Elysees, or the way the handsome goateed man in the bistro had looked at her – and especially not with herself.

She thought about it for a long time before she passed of into dreams of romping naked in a pasture with Judy's husband Rick, dashing after her with his, his "thing" bouncing in front of him. It excited her, but at the same time it frightened her, because she thought that Brandon would surely know that she had the dream.

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LESLIE

"Come on, sleepy," Judy said, shaking Leslie awake. "Let's get ready for our day at the Notre Dame."

"Huh? Oh, yes," Leslie said. "I had such a terrible night."

Judy raised her eyebrows. "Terrible? Well, I guess if you're not getting any, you're not getting any. Come on, sleepyhead. Let's get ready."

Judy pulled back the covers and looked down at the friend who so many people thought of as her sister. "Damn you have a nice body. It's a shame to see it go to waste."

"It's not wasted. I have a husband!" Leslie defended herself and at the same time, she felt sorry for herself. She should not let anyone know that her marriage seemed to be crumbling.

Naked, she slid quickly from under the raised sheet and grabbed her pale robe. As soon as she slipped into it, but before she sashed it, Judy took her hand and led her to the bathroom that was between their adjoining rooms. Leslie followed as if in a daze. Only in the glare of the florescent light did she realize that everything was visible through the sheer red material of Judy's robe: the aureoles, the hard nipples, and even that thatch of dark hair at her pubis.

"I saw you watching us last night," Judy said, looking in the mirror.

"Wh … what do you mean, you saw me watching?'"

"I saw you peeking through the door. I'll bet you had as much fun as we did. Rick really is good, isn't he?"

"Judy, I don't know what-"

"Sure you do. Don't be shy – well, maybe you should be. I'll bet a lot of guys would really be turned on by your shyness."

Leslie looked down into the sink.

"I'll bet you had a good old time with yourself, while we made love."

"That's a terrible thing to say! I've never had a good time with myself in my life, I … that's wrong!"

"What's wrong?"

"You know … uh … masturbating."

"You think it's wrong. I mean Rick and I were having an absolute circus in there, and I was really turned on with you watching us. Don't tell me you weren't having a good time too?"

"I wasn't, I … I listened, but I didn't watch." She looked up into the mirror and saw that her face had turned crimson. She could not look at Judy, but she spoke at Judy's red sandaled feet. "Okay. I … I did watch, but I didn't do that … I don't do the other thing, that thing with myself."

"What other thing with yourself?"

"I don't … uh … I don't, you know, touch myself. I just don't, you know, touch myself for pleasure."

"You don't masturbate? I can't believe that with your husband back in America that you haven't found a way to satisfy yourself. Masturbation always works when I'm away from Rick. Hell, sometimes I even do it when he's watching. He loves it. And then we have one hell of a good time."

"Do we really have to talk about this?"

"Sure we do. Stand up for a minute."

"Why?"

"Just stand up."

Leslie slowly rose from the toilet lid. She looked into Judy's dark eyes, but Judy was no longer looking at Leslie's face. She was studying her. She was looking just below her chin and gently she slid Leslie's crossed arms away from the front of her robe.

"What are you doing?" Leslie said.

"Shhh, don't be a ninny. I'm not a lesbian or anything like that. I won't touch you, so don't you worry."

"But what are you doing-"

Judy slid her hand inside the smooth silk of the robe. The backs of her fingertips only incidentally brushed Leslie's nipples, but they sent a sensation through her body that was stronger than just the surface tickle. It was a sexual sensation, and it frightened her. She was frightened her more when Judy put her hands fully under the material and moved the robe open, exposing the entire front of Leslie's body.

"And you have a delightful aroma. What perfume is that?" Judy said.

Judy stammered as she named the perfume, and she watched as Leslie scanned her body. She was looking at Leslie's breasts, her stomach, her legs – even at the thatch "v" at her pubis. It was as if she were measuring Leslie for something.

"Do you always shave your pubic hair like that?" Judy said.

"Like what?"

"Like that 'V' thing. That's cool. I might try that."

"I … I … I only do it because Brandon asked me to," she said, suddenly ashamed.

"Well, it's not a bad idea. Like I said, I'm not a lesbian, but if I were, damn! Does Brandon know you don't masturbate?"

"Judy!"

"I'm just trying to help. Have you ever been unfaithful to him?"

There was a long pause, but Leslie finally told the truth. "No," she said, but a "yes" or a "no" would have been embarrassing.

"You told me you thought he was sleeping with that young secretary of his. Don't you want to get back at him?"

"I'm not sure he's doing that, I -"

"He is," Judy said. "Everybody in Delaware knows it. Now if you put up with that kind of thing, and you're not going to have an affair, you're going to have to find some way to get rid of your frustrations. Sit here on the edge of the tub for a minute, and spread your legs."

"What! Judy, this is just not right."

"We've been friends for a long time. You don't have to worry, I'm not going to touch you."

"Judy, I never-"

"I know, you've never done it with a woman. Neither have I, but that's not what this is about. There are other things you've got to learn. If you're going to be without your husband for a week, the least you can do is masturbate. When's the last time you did it."

Leslie's body went stiff, and strangely, her nipples jutted out hard. Obviously, the question had excited her on some level. "I did it last when, when… It was a long time ago."

"How long ago?"

"When my mother caught me. I was a little girl. I didn't know it was wrong. She yelled at me and told me I was a dirty girl. Only dirty girls did that, that -"

"Did she tell you would go blind? Catch a disease? Go to hell? What?"

"All of those," Leslie said. She knew her face had gone red, but instead of becoming more embarrassed, she grew angry, not at Judy for asking the question, but at her mother for threatening her so many years ago.