One with the Wind (9 page)

            “No, a Disney flick. Yes, porn! I’ll even let you pick—Gang bang, MILF, Lesbian, threesome, tranny, anal…midget.”

            “That’s not right,” commented Josie.

            “Midgets have sex too, Jo. Why’d you gotta be a prude?”

            “I’m not a prude.” Josie surveyed the covers. She really didn’t have any fetishes and no real desire to watch them. The selection was so vast, so she just picked up one with couples having “normal” sex on the back cover.

            “Why are you acting like you’re a virgin?” Nick asked.

            “I’m not; why are you acting like a pervert in a porn shop?” She handed Nick the DVD. “You have to promise you will never watch it without me.”

            “I promise I will never watch porn without you,” he mocked.

             She looked at the opposite wall, “I think I want a whip.”

            “I am not your whipping boy,” he joked.

            Josie released a deep chuckle. “You are soooo my whipping boy.”

            “How about a feather?” Nick waved the feather in front of her.

            “You’re a wimp.” Josie surveyed the lotions and oils. “What about massage oil? Can you handle that?”

            “Can you handle that?” he asked.

            “I can handle rubbing you down with oil, yes.” Josie sniffed the fragrances and chose her favorite one and handed it to Nick. “Egyptian musk.” 

            He walked up to the register and paid with cash. Josie let out a heavy sigh as they walked out the store. “That was intense.”

            “You’re intense. Still think we should have gotten you a vibrator.” He tickled her and cupped her crotch. “It would loosen you up.”

            She whacked his chest with a fist. “Nick! Don’t feel me up in public.”

            “Jo, it’s the West Village. We should be fucking in a park.”

            “You think we should be fucking everywhere.”

            He put his arm around her shoulder. “Yeah, something wrong with that. Something wrong with the fact I can’t keep my hands off my girlfriend.”

            Josie squeezed his ass cheek. “Nope, nothing wrong with that at all.”

 

            When the sun eventually set and darkness filled their apartment, Nick inserted the DVD and sat back on the sofa-bed. Nick decided to save time and had stripped down to his boxer shorts. Josie was dressed in a cute, lacey nighty and sat alongside Nick holding a big bowl of popcorn.

            “Popcorn! You made popcorn?” Nick asked.

            “Cocktail wieners more appropriate?”

            “You never watched porn, have you?”

            Josie shrugged indifferent, but as the movie became heated, she set the bowl of popcorn on the table next to the bed. “Oh man!” She turned her head in the direction of the couple’s position. Seeing that Nick was already aroused by the movie, she reached for the massage oil. Her attention glued to the television, she squirted half the bottle on Nick’s belly.

            “Whoa! Don’t you think that’s a little much!” he yelled.

            “S...sorry,” she mumbled as she spread the oil over his stomach, chest, arms and legs. Nick was gleaming and dripping in massage oil.

            “It’s going to take me a year to soak this up. Call the coast guard; I’m the BP oil spill.” He lifted his arms and oil dripped from his biceps. “I’m the Exxon Valdez!”

            Josie jumped off the bed and grabbed the paper towels from the kitchen.

            “Better get the Dawn dish detergent too. I feel like a fucking oil drenched sea gull!” he yelled and paused the movie.

            Josie dabbed his skin with paper towels. “For God’s sake Nick, there are worse things in life than being drenched in sexy massage oil.”

            “I reek of Egyptian musk.” He looked down at the wad of paper towels Josie had in her hands. “How many trees did you kill?”

            Josie sat back on her heels. “Listen. Knock it off! Do you ever want to have sex with me again?”

            He laughed. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to. I might slide right off you.”

            Josie pouted as she crawled over Nick and tossed the paper towels in the trash. She sat back and folded her arms over her chest.

            “Are you mad at me?” asked Nick.

            She glared at him, reached for the remote control and turned off the DVD. She flicked through the channels until she came to a crime drama. She retrieved the bowl of popcorn and munched furiously.

            Nick scooted closer to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “Can I have some popcorn?” She tossed a few kernels at him. He laughed. “Careful it doesn’t get caught in the oil slick. Popcorn will be contaminated.” He kissed her hard on the cheek, wiped some of the oil from his legs and gently massaged her inner thigh. “Come one, let’s put the movie back on.”

            When Josie hesitated, he took off his boxers and tossed them over his shoulder. “Let’s say we let the
Peace Maker
resolve this.” He wiggled his erect penis without using his hands.

            She stared at his wobbling penis and grinned.
Yes, the Peace Maker has resolved a lot of fights
. “Okay, how can I possibly refuse the Peace Maker?”

 

            The summer ended quickly and as Nick and Josie placed the last of their belongings in a box, they stopped to look around for the last time. Josie took pictures of the sofa-bed, their kitchenette and even their tiny shower. Nick threw his arm over her shoulder and Josie leaned against his chest. She was going to miss Nick. Soon they would be back at their respective schools. Although she hated the distance between them, she felt more confident in their relationship.

            During his senior year at Penn State, Nick dedicated all his energies to study. He felt he had wasted the first year-and-a-half in self-indulged misery so he wanted to make up for it. Now with his major in filmmaking, he felt a sense a purpose and reason.

            Mentally and emotionally, he had given himself fully to Josie, but celibacy was hard for a virile twenty-one-year-old. As hard as he tried to remain physically faithful, urges always arose and sometimes the force was more than he could handle. Occasionally he gave in to his urges and would invite a girl under strict guidelines: sex, no kissing and absolutely no cuddling. She was encouraged to leave shortly after orgasm.

            Those who knew of Josie tried to lure him away with their sexuality, but their efforts were dismissed as soon as Nick slid back into his sweatpants. He knew it made him an asshole but he really didn’t care. His only concern was being readily available whenever Josie called or texted. If she did, he had his standard excuses: I was in the shower. I stepped away from my desk. I was hanging with the guys.

            Josie was never tempted by young men, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have urges. She gave in and ordered a vibrator which she used almost every night. If only she had known how good it felt; she would have encouraged Nick to purchase one for her at the sex shop.

            Josie and her roommate, Wendy, stayed in one night with a bottle of peach schnapps. The schnapps caressed her tongue and warmed Josie’s cheeks. She licked her lips and thought about Nick. If she couldn’t have Nick, she’d settle for Nick Junior, but she wasn’t alone.

            Lying back against her pillow she stared at Wendy. She had the same hair color as Nick and her lips were tight and perky. Josie imagined Wendy as a female version of Nick.

            Wendy caught Josie staring at her lips and propped herself up by her elbow. “So what’s it like with a guy?”

            Leaning against the wall, Josie arched her head toward the light on the ceiling and sighed. “It’s amazing.” She glanced down at Wendy. “You never been?”

            “I’ve never been much interested in boys.” Wendy chuckled. “They never really did much for me. Personally, I admire a women’s body more—the soft curves and delicacy of the features.”

            “I can see that,” said Josie. “But there is something about holding a guy’s hot, hard penis in your hand; there is something about watching it grow as it becomes aroused.”

            Wendy laughed wildly. “You talk as if there is no one attached to the penis.”

            “Sometimes I like the penis more than I like Nick,” Josie joked and took another sip of schnapps.

            “He can be a jerk?” Wendy asked.

            “He has his moments, but his penis makes up for it. We call it the Peace Maker,” Josie replied with a drunken giggle. She reached for her vibrator and held it out for Wendy to see. She turned it on and watched it swirl in her hand like a magic wand. “Do you want to try it out? It’s not the same thing, but it helps pass the time.”

            Wendy shifted her weight in arousal. “Why would you really need that if a woman’s erection is her clitoris? Did you ever feel it become so hard it was painful?”

            “Many times,” replied Josie.

            “What do you do?” asked Wendy.

            “It depends. If I’m alone, I rub it until it goes away.” She grinned. “If I’m with Nick, I let him take care of it. The best is if he just rubs his hard erection against it. Sometimes that is better than penetration.”

            “Would you let another girl do it for you?” Wendy questioned, feeling herself becoming slightly moist.

            Josie’s body stiffened.
Can I do it with a girl?
“I don’t know. It depends on the girl,” she replied, laughing nervously.

             Wendy crawled off her bed and carefully onto Josie’s. When Josie brushed back Wendy’s hair from her face, Wendy kissed her lips. When their mouths parted, Wendy delicately inserted her tongue.

            Although Josie could feel her body tingle, she thought about Nick. His lips were much stronger and he kissed with much more intent. Nick’s tongue had a slightly different texture: it was more course and rough.

            Wendy gently moved her hand over Josie’s breast and massaged it. Josie shuddered in response and pulled Wendy closer. Wendy rested her other hand between Josie’s legs and rubbed her. Receiving no resistance, she moved her hand inside Josie’s panties and massaged her slit. Using two fingers, she played with her clitoris.

            Josie moaned and spread her legs wider. Wendy pulled back and removed Josie’s panties. She reached for the bottle of schnapps and drizzled a bit on Josie’s pussy, and with her finger, spread it inside her labia. Josie raised her hips to meet Wendy’s mouth and Wendy licked the Schnapps from Josie’s inner lips and sucked it from her clitoris. Josie groaned and started pulsating against Wendy’ tongue. She looked down at the head between her legs and thought about Nick. She missed Nick’s hot breath and his mass of dark hair resting between her legs.

            “Do you want me to do
it
for you?” asked Wendy. Josie gave Wendy a confused look. “Your vibrator,” Wendy continued. “I can do it for you.”

            She wasn’t sure if she wanted to go that far; in fact she had gone much farther than she had every considered. “Okay,” she muttered.

            Wendy rubbed Josie’s vagina with the tips of her fingers and gently inserted her index finger. Josie dropped her elbows and sprawled against the mattress. Wendy worked the internal walls of Josie’s vagina with her fingers and gently glided the vibrator inside Josie. She turned it on and glided it in and out of Josie with light strokes.

            Josie closed her eyes and imagined it was Nick. With him it felt different as he used more force and intensity than Wendy’s sweet touch.

            Wendy noticed Josie’s unsure expression. “Is it not good?”

            “It’s very nice, but it’s not the same as what I’m used to,” she said.

            “I’m sorry,” Wendy pulled out the vibrator. “I guess I hardly fuck like a dude,” she joked.

            Josie laughed. “It’s okay. Most guys would be thankful for that. If girls fucked like dudes, what use would we have for them?” She cleaned off the vibrator. “Do you want to try it?”

            “I’ll pass,” replied Wendy. She parted her legs a bit, “But if would you like to try…”

            Josie felt as though she couldn’t refuse, so she pulled off Wendy’s panties and took her turn. She didn’t like it, but did her best to return the pleasure. It was nothing like taking a penis in her mouth. There was a certain power and strength that she enjoyed in the penis.

            After Wendy had climaxed, she crawled back to her bed and fell asleep. Josie rolled on her side toward the wall and texted Nick: you’ll never guess what I just did.

            Nick was with his fellow students, working on their senior project, when the text came. He responded: what?

            My roommate sucked my pussy and then fucked me with the vibrator, Josie wrote with a big smirk on her face. Surely this would excite Nick.

            Nick stared dumbfounded at his phone and typed: what?

            “Is everything alright?” a fellow female student asked, noting Nick’s shocked expression.

            “Um, my girlfriend,” he muttered staring at the new message on his phone: I had a lesbian affair with my roommate. Nick ran his fingers through his hair and instead of texting her back, he called her. “What is going on?”

            “I fucked my roommate, or I should say, my roommate fucked me,” whispered Josie.

            “What does this mean?” he asked with a concerned tone. “Did you like it?”

            “It was alright, but it wasn’t you. I miss the dick,” she giggled.

            “I would hope so,” he replied.

            “Are you jealous?”