Chapter 43

The second round of the festivities were held in the disguise of a cocktail
party.  The venue was a large mansion on a slight rise overlooking the
Potomac River.  The competition was tougher this time, as more of the
contestants had an idea of what was going on.  None, however, had the social
skills to match Nicole's.  She tittered and blinked her way into the hearts
of the most hardened judges within the first thirty minutes of the evening.
If we, meaning I, didn't blow it for the remainder of the evening, we were a
shoe-in for the next event.  I managed to smile appropriately and not stare
at all the exposed flesh that was being flaunted.  This group was definitely
selected from the younger and firmer crowd.

Nicole noticed my discomfort and the way I would continually look away from
an attractive set of tits that were on display under my nose.  Other than
hers.

"Lawrence, it is OK to look.  In fact, it is expected.  If you do not, they
will think you do not like them, or perhaps that you do not like women in
general.  You must caress the women with your eyes, seduce them as you have
done to me, my lover.  Make magic with them.  'Look but don't touch' is what
you say, no?  It is expected.  Why do you think we wear clothes like this,
to please each other?  No, my handsome man, it is to attract the male.  So
be attracted, it is permitted."

What?  I'm supposed to argue with that?  I looked.  It became a game to let
the women know I was going to look, then look lingeringly, longingly, then
grin wickedly as I tried to convey all of the evil and delicious things I
would do to them given the chance.  Hypothetically, of course.  I swear a
couple of them orgasmed as we did our imaginary copulations.

Nicole had to rescue me from one ardent belle.  I had noticed this blonde
woman shifting her bodice to expose more and more of her somewhat mediocre
tits to my view, if any set of well-displayed knockers could ever be called
mediocre.  I was, however, taking home a set that far surpassed what she was
blatantly offering me.  We had made the eye sex twice now, and she was
moving in for the kill.  I figured that any touching would disqualify us
from the competition, as there were no discrete nooks, libraries, coat rooms
or bed rooms available for that kind of thing.

Nicole saw my predicament and watched for a while in obvious delight as I
squirmed.  I'll admit, the blonde lady was pretty good as she maneuvered me
into as secluded a corner as could be found.  How Nicole managed to spill a
full glass of red wine over the woman's left shoulder while coming from the
other direction I'll never know.  Perhaps one day she'll teach me that
trick, as it worked to perfection.  The lady wheeled, the seduction
forgotten, loudly blaming an innocent bloke who was standing behind her,
coincidentally holding an empty wineglass.  Hysterical shrieking also seemed
to be grounds for disqualification from the competition as was wearing a
drink.

About three couples were discretely pulled aside into a separate library.
We were all invited to attend a simple dinner the following evening as the
guests of the senior US senator from my home state.  I didn't think it was
the proper time to tell the senile SOB what I really thought of him and his
politics.  I would tell him with my vote.  I graciously accepted his kind
invitation for Nicole and myself.

Later that evening Nicole lifted her mouth off my cock.  "You did not like
this man, the senator?"

I was dumbfounded.  Here I was doing my best to suck the life out of her via
her cunt, and doing a pretty good job, too, I might add, and she was
thinking about the old lard ass?  I dumped her off me.  She landed with a
surprised squeak on the floor.

"Something has upset you, Master.  I can tell."

She took the hand I offered her and I helped her back into bed.  We got into
the position she had shown me the night before.  She started to play with me
and I gently but firmly locked her arm under mine, holding it against my
ribs.

There was a little fright in her eyes as I looked into them.  She was off
balance, unsure what she had done wrong.  I leaned in and kissed her
forehead letting her know that I was not angry.  Still, the frightened look
was very becoming on her.  Just a little.

"You wanted to ask me something.  About the senator?" I suggested quietly.

"Yes, but it was not that important.  Just a passing thought.  We were doing
the '69', and were not finished, no?" she hinted.  "You are most talented,
Master."

"Obviously not talented enough, if you can interrupt what we were doing to
ask about some stupid senator, mon Cheri."

"Ah, yes.  The ego thing Sally warned me about."

"Sally what?!!!" I exclaimed.  She nearly ended up on the floor again.

"Do not be upset, Master.  She warned me that you are very focused in your
sex play.  She said you would give everything you have to pleasure your
woman and she was right.  You are very good.  It is a pride thing with you
to make us thunder inside, that your ego makes you work so hard to please
us.

"Do not misunderstand.  It is a rare gift.  It is even more wonderful to be
the recipient of such a gift and talent as you have.  But if I do not divert
my mind from the feelings you give to me with your tongue and fingers, I
cannot focus on your pleasure.  I do not wish to bite your equipment and I
have had to think of many things tonight, dearest Lawrence, to keep from
forgetting you in my ecstasy."

"You expect me to believe that?" I asked disbelievingly.

"No.  But Sally said to try."

I laughed.  "Are you going to tell me what the real reason is?"

She looked at me intensely, boring into my eyes with hers as if trying to
ascertain if I could handle the truth.  Apparently I could.

"Lawrence, men are different from women.  I mean in other ways, not like
that.  I am desperately trying not to fall in love with you, but I am
losing.  Understand please, each time you make me thunder inside, I love you
more.  It is too fast, this tumbling of my emotions.  I am uncertain of your
intentions, if you will accept me.  Yes, you love me as a woman, but will
you accept me as your slave, as you have done with Sally?  It is a bigger
commitment than marriage.

"So I think of chores, changing diapers, anything distasteful to take my
mind from the pleasure you give to me."

"And the senator was the most distasteful thing you could think of?"

"Yes, by far."

"Well, to answer your original question, I agree."

We lay in silence for some time.

"Nicole, if you feel this is going too fast, I'll slow down.  I'm sorry to
have frightened you."

"Ah, Master, Sally knows you so well.  I am a little jealous.  She said you
would say that, too.  It is not your fault, or problem, this fear I have.
Do you not know how much I want this to work, how much I love you already?
We know, Sally and I, what it is we are asking of you.  It is me who does
not want to frighten you away."

With that, she pulled her arm free and moved down my body.  I let her
capture my cock with her mouth and satisfy the hunger she had to make me
cum.  The second time took her longer, but she was determined.  When I still
remained hard, she groaned and started in again a third time.  I lifted her
off and brought her face back to mine.

I kissed her salty lips, a mixture of sweat, tears and my own cum.  "Enough,
Nicole.  You won't frighten me off.  The concept of one woman is frightening
enough, and two is terrifying.  But I trust Sally.  I'm beginning to trust
you.  I like you, I like what I have learned of you the last few days."

I held her tight to me until we drifted off.  She wasn't the only one who
was scared.