Peter Jensen - The Virgin Couple

Goren began then to stroke the satiny side of her shoulder and upper arm, gently, comfortingly. And in the same tone of voice that he had been using, but with different words now, he intoned, “Don’t think about It honey. Don’t think about the way your husband and my wife looked there on that blanket, the way their faces looked In the sunlight Don’t think about what they were doing, licking and sucking one another, touching one another. Don’t think about your husband and my wife, honey; don’t think about It at all…

Goren could feel the firm, warm breast pressing against his rib cage, could feel the nipple hardening somewhat there, and he smiled as he continued to talk. His words were having the desired effect on her; she was thinking about Barry and Lynn, of course, just as he had known she would: She was seeing them mentally as they had looked there at Salmon Creek, Sixty-Nining… and the images were in turn causing unmistakable, if unwanted, arousal in her own body.

Almost ready now, he thought; she’s almost ready now…

Despite her tears, the tortured confusion of her mind at the events of the afternoon, Kim was beginning to slowly experience an almost dreamy torpor as she remained enveloped in Goren’s strong, gentle embrace. His words seemed to flow like soft warm butter into her ears, soothing, hypnotic; she was aware that he was telling her not to think of what she-they-had seen, of Barry’s and Lynn’s joint infidelity, but the vision was nonetheless there, unerasable, brought into crystal clarity by his soporific voice instead of dimmed into her subconscious. She didn’t want to think about it, God knew that, but she just couldn’t help it… she just couldn’t help it. She sobbed into the thin material of Jack Goren’s polo shirt, finding a certain security in his masculine nearness and the gentle stroking of his hand on her bare shoulder and upper arm.

And, strangely, perversely, the images in her brain were starting to have a certain physical effect on Kim as well. She could feel twitching, excited sensations deep within her belly, and her vaginal orifice begin to secrete droplets of lubrication, moistening her panties under the black stretch slacks, causing her to open and close her thighs, open and close them in a gathering sexual rhythm. Her nipples hardened under the sleeveless jersey. She tried to will her body to cease its tingling ardor, but the images were too vivid-and Jack Goren’s maleness was too close, too exciting… yes, exciting was the right word, Jack was really quite an attractive man, certainly not repulsive in any way, and so kind and gentle and good…

Goren felt Kim Sutton trembling beneath his arm, trembling with something else now beside the racking sobs of her misery, and he thought exultantly: Now’s the time! She’s ready, she’s realty ready… oh Christ, I’m going to throw a tuck into her that she won’t soon forget! I’m going to shove it all the way up into her belly until she screams for me to cum, and then I’m going to fill her up with boiling hot sperm! She’ll throw rocks at her old man when I’m done fucking her, goddamn right!

He continued to stroke her shoulder, letting his hand slide slowly and lightly down along the length of her arm, knowing that the motion was having an electric effect on her. She had stopped crying now, although her face was still buried against his chest and her hands still clutched his shirt, and he sensed rather than heard a quickening of her breath under his caress. He brought his hand up, sliding it along her back now, down, down almost to the curve of her buttocks, bringing it up to tease along the ridge of her spine. And all the while he was whispering words into her hair, words becoming bolder and bolder: “Don’t think about them, Kim, the two of them making love… no, fucking, Kim, that’s what they were doing, honey, they were fucking orally but you mustn’t think about your husband’s hard penis in Lynn’s mouth, and you mustn’t think about Barry kissing and licking between my wife’s legs. You mustn’t think about any of that, honey…“

She was breathing faster now, all right, he could hear it and feel the heat of her breath through the shirt. Well, if there was ever any time to throw caution to the wind, it was now. Right now!

Goren brought his hand up to her shoulder again and then, casually, lightly, he put it on the swelling mound of her breast and began to rub the pliant globe tenderly through the encasing jersey and bra. He heard the sharp intake of Kim’s breath, felt the sudden stiffening of her body and the convulsive kneading of his shirt in her hands. But she made no effort to pull away, and he grinned widely, evilly, knowing that he had won, that she was his, irrevocably now. He kept caressing her breast, running his thumb across the hardened nipple, his heart pounding in his chest and his cock leaping like a wild thing seeking escape from the cumbersome cage that was his shorts and trousers…

A warning voice in Kim’s mind tried to penetrate the lethargic state Goren’s words had evoked, tried to tell her that something was going to happen if she didn’t put an end to it right now. And yet, somehow, his hand on her breast didn’t seem wrong to her, not really, it felt so good, like the hand of her father stroking her sweating body when she had been down with a high fever as a child, telling her everything to him and it would be all right. And Jack’s voice, speaking against her hair, saying now: ‘We have to do something, baby, we owe it to ourselves. Turnabout is fair play, sweetheart, and it can be good that way, very good you want to hurt him, don’t you? You want to hurt him for what he’s done, don’t you? I want to hurt Lynn for what she’s done, she deserves to be hurt and Barry deserves to be hurt, honey…

Turnabout is fair play… Barry deserves to be hurt… The words spun and tumbled in Kim’s confused mind as Jack Goren stroked her breast and held her close to him. Yes, he was right. Barry did deserve to be hurt, and the only way to hurt him was with her body But did she dare do what she knew this situation would lead to if she continued to remain passive? Did she dare to be, herself, as unfaithful as Barry had been? Well, why not? Why not, indeed? Barry had been the one to despoil the sacrosanct vows of marriage, hadn’t he? He had performed those lewd, vile acts with Lynn Goren, hadn’t he? Yes, damn it, she dared to do it, all right; she was just hurt enough, just angry enough, just drunk enough, and… yea, just aroused enough… that she would do it…

Goren’s hand had dipped under her sweater now, was trailing hot tremulous paths along the bare skin of her flat stomach, moving higher to touch the tightly encased orbs of her breasts, cupping first one and then the other. Kim’s hips began to squirm against the softness of the cushions, and she turned her body slightly more toward him, pressing herself to him. And then her head lifted, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her lips parting wetly; it was as if she were a puppet, and the puppeteer had activated the string controlling her head, raising it up for the innocent kiss of a boy puppet except that Jack Goren was not a puppet and not a boy and the kiss would surely not be innocent- It wasn’t.

He ground his lips onto hers, completely engulfing her mouth with his warm, moist ones, flicking his tongue forward immediately to slip past her teeth and into her mouth, to meet and entwine with hers. Pinwheels of light flashed in back of Kim’s eyes at the sheer physical impact of his kiss, and her hand lifted from his shirt front to encircle his neck, press his head tightly, molding their mouths together like molten metals fusing into one. His hand was pushing her bra up now, insinuating itself beneath, touching the hot flesh of her naked breast now, touching the hard bud of her nipple, pinching it painfully between his thumb and forefinger. His tongue sawed mercilessly in and out of her mouth, in the attitude of copulation, and she made tiny, excited mewling sounds of pleasure deep in her throat.