Justin Caas - The Third Sex

“Not really, a woman could tell you that.”

“Well it was a new discovery for me. I first discovered it in oral with the boys as a teenager. Just recently I discovered it again—with Jim, but this time not oral but intercourse.”

Lucy was impressed. “How did that come about?” I told her.

“You were saying, you met Sally at the supermarket.”

“Yes, it was raining and I think I had just missed the last bus so that was a lucky break for me because she offered to drive me home.”

“Wait a minute if that was last Monday, it was Jim who drove you home, not Sally.”

“True, but don’t keep interrupting or you’ll never hear the amazing events which I am about to reveal.”

Because it was raining, the car windows were shut tight. The aircon wasn’t working too well and the car became stuffy. Before long I sensed Sally was becoming restless. It took me a moment to realise that she was ovulating and quite unconsciously my body had been responding with some very strong signals which, in the confines of the small car, had nowhere else to go but to land directly on Sally. No wonder she was feeling the effects.

By the time we reached her home I knew Sally’s body wasn’t going to release her from a growing compulsion. The only question being how she would bring such a delicate issue to my attention. Women are rather good at that sort of thing, but in the event Sally surprised me by saying, “I noticed that Jim was fucking you the other day. I didn’t think that Studs could do that.” That threw me a bit. I said, “I think he misses normal human contact but because he loves you, wouldn’t turn to another woman. But he probably feels that with a Stud he’s not being unfaithful. Either that, or he may feel studs are not quite human and that’s probably true as well. Anyway, you say you noticed—?”

“Yes, I was in the area that day, just before midday actually. I was collecting plant specimens for my botanical collection. I’ve made a study of gymnosperms—that includes pines, cypresses etc. and we have an unusual pinus pinaster by the north boundary. I’m hoping to publish a paper in due course about some little-known aspects of the genus. While I was carefully stuffing samples into my bag I happened to see a movement through the trees and when I moved closer, imagine my surprise to discover Jim was doing something similar to you!”

What could I say. “Life is full of surprises and the longer you live the more surprises you have.”

Anyway to return to the moment when Sally was struggling with some very conflicting emotions she eventually came up with the rather thin ploy of wanting to see just what had attracted Jim’s earnest attentions. If she’d had time to think up something more subtle then no doubt she would have but by this time I was pouring on the pheromones with a heavy hand—yes they are under our conscious control a bit although it’s mostly unconscious—and Sally was pretty much under their sway as she led me into her bedroom for a prim and proper comparison of features. Well of course she had to get her pants off for this and so did I and by the time that was done Sally was openly marvelling at how similar we looked, and how understandable it had been for Jim to have fallen under its influence, except, and she scrutinised this rather more carefully than I thought strictly necessary when she came up with, “but there are no inner labia on you so you look more like a girl than an adult woman” which led on to a new request to see what the other part looked like.

That turned out to be an interesting exercise because I brought it out slowly then with considerable drama consciously urged it into an engorged state ready for mating. When you’ve done this thirty thousand or so times you get the hang of turning a largely involuntary action into a voluntary one. Sally was extremely impressed and blurted out without thinking, “Oh my god, it looks just the exact image of Rollo’”—and as you know Rollo is her dog. Then realising what she had said, apologised for being insensitive explaining that she was just momentarily overcome at how much they looked the same.

At that point I judged she was well on the way and there was now no turning back so I said, “You’d be surprised at how much they feel the same too and I think in order to get a better understanding of your husband’s feelings for you, now would be a good time to check that aspect out as well.” But of course these were just words and Sally wasn’t listening anyway, she was already moving towards the bed and I was already moving above her when it slipped in and in a moment of transcendental enlightenment Sally became at one with the universe. Perhaps not quite, but it was certainly a revelation to feel a dog’s one inside her but a man driving it. I actually gave her the number one top treatment reserved normally only for those who are connoisseurs of the noble art of In-and-Out . To her credit, Sally responded magnificently.

Lucy seemed vaguely distracted. “Are you listening to what I am saying because there are two surprises at the end of this.”

“Sorry, Fawn was in the doorway and I think she was hoping for action rather than words.”

“Tell her to wait. This is more important.”

Continuing my narrative I explained that I was doing my best to explain to Sally by deed rather than word that regardless of shape or configuration, a man (or in my case, a nominal man) could be every bit as satisfying, sensitive, aware—fill in any additional adjective you feel necessary—as a dog, and perhaps even a bit better.

Lucy turned her attention back to me. “Did you succeed?”

“Of course I did. After all, I’ve done this sort of thing before you know.”

“Yes, I know. What’s the surprise?”

“Well the surprise is that on Wednesday Jim confided to me that he had experienced his first conjugal delight since marrying Sally and it seems that Rollo and Bella have both been put on the back burner.”

“That’s wonderful news,” Lucy enthused, “I’m so happy for Sally.”

I’ll bet Jim is too I thought.

“What’s the other surprise?”

“Well it’s more of a surprise to me than to you because you already know about it but didn’t know that I know.”

Lucy clearly didn’t like the direction this was taking as her eyes narrowed but she nodded at me to go on.

“Well we’ve both been puzzled for some time about Gina and I knew as soon as I met her that I wasn’t the father—but hey, that’s alright, you’ve already explained that there have been other Studs—but you’ve never actually mentioned that one of the fathers was a non-Stud, an ordinary man in fact.”

Lucy’s face fell. “What do you mean?”

“Thinking back on it, just over eleven years ago I had just finished a tour of duty in my home town again, a Metro VII city and was on the way to a new city. Rather a coincidence then that who should turn up as nurse for the new Stud but my friend Carl, also from a Metro VII city. Carl seemed to have the uncanny knack of getting posted to minor cities. Less work to do and more time for his real hobby. So I’m sort of suspecting that Carl might be Gina’s dad after all.”

“That’s stretching it isn’t it?” Lucy replied dismissively.

“Well ordinarily yes. But in this case unlikely. You’d been so careful all along to have daughters and now it turns out that one of them is a boy. Sooner or later it would start to become more obvious, after puberty that is, when Gina didn’t start developing breasts. So Gina might soon have to start calling herself Gene. But then Gene isn’t really a boy either, he’s a Stud in waiting and you know that only true males can breed Studs, so just a thought that the father might be Carl. What do you reckon?