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But Joan and I had just begun, really, feeling each other all over
I on my back, she by my right side, her face over mine kissing, my cock
still in her stroking hand, my knee pushed tight up into her groin. And
then she half sat up, and began licking her way down my chest, down
further, and took me into her mouth, licking and sucking. For me to get
at her, to reciprocate, because space was so tight, she had to get on to
and lower her pussy down to my mouth, her knees on either side of my
head, even as she kept working at me. My legs were parted, she cupped
my balls in her hand, fondling them, at the same time continuing to work
me with her mouth. And all the while this was happening, Elizabeth was
on her back beside me, her legs also parted, so that the outside of our
thighs were pressed together. It was *very exciting...

They finished first, were already finished, when Joan and I
reversed positions. Joan was not only orally oriented, she was also
very vocal. "Come on, get on top of me...I want you inside me. Fuck me,
fuc me hard...I love your cock...give it to me... come inside me,
come...." And that too was exciting. And so I did. And this time, it
was our movements, and Joan's urgent and thrilling sex talk, that
aroused Paul and Elizabeth again, and they fucked again, beside us, at
the same time.

Afterward, nothing was said. We lay there quietly, for how long I
don't know, but none of us slept. Finally, Elizabeth got up, went down
the ladder, and into the living room, it being clear by then that there
was no way all of us could spend the entire night in that one bed. So a
little while later, I too got up and went into the living room, where
Elizabeth was lying on the couch, on her side, facing the wall. I got
in beside her, behind her really, and found that she was still awake.
Not knowing what she was thinking, or feeling, I turned on my side, so
that my chest was pressed against her back, spoon like, and cradled her
against me. I reached around her to cup her small breasts in my hands,
stroking them and feeling her nipples stand. Then I moved my left hand
down to her groin, and began stroking there too. She responded by push-
ing back against me, parting her legs, her left leg raised, resting on m
hip. Then, in her assertive way, she reached behind her and took my
cock in her hand, guiding it to, but not into, her. Still behind her,
almost passive, my cock was between her legs, and she was rubbing it
against her clitoris. When I moved to get into her, she pushed me back,
and said "Not there; I want you here," placing me at the opening of her
anus, rubbing up and down. We had never done *that before, and I
remember wondering if this was something about Elizabeth's sexuality
that I hadn' known. My cock was already so wet from being rubbed
between her pussy lips that it slid right in.... Afterward, she told me
that, in fact, sh had never before had anal sex. I asked what had made
her want *me that way, and she told me that she wanted to give me
something that was for me, only. We never did it again because, she
said, it hurt too much....

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Finally, we slept. When the four of us got up the next morning, i
was a glorious Easter Sunday, sun shining, the daffodils already up. I
think we all felt somewhat sheepish, embarrassed perhaps, by what had
happened the night before because very little was said about it, and
everyone spent a long time in the shower.... It was Joan, ultimately,
who volunteered a quip about our having truly cemented the bonds of
friendship.

The plan for Easter dinner was to eat at the schoolhouse in the
late afternoon, all of us, including Molly, John, and little Annie. But
before that we were all visiting with George and his wife in the big
house up the hill. I was doing the cooking, with help from Elizabeth,
and before we went up for brunch and Bloody Marys with George (his
Sunday morning ritual), we had put a large leg of lamb into the Franklin
stove to roast over the coals. At about two in the afternoon, I
explained to the others that I had better go back to the schoolhouse,
to check on the roast, and stood up to get my jacket, saying I would be
back in about thirty minutes. At this point, Elizabeth said she would
come with me to help. I said that really wasn't necessary, that I could
manage on my own. But she persisted, saying that one person shouldn't
have to do all the work. So we went back to the schoolhouse, checked
the roast in all of five or ten minutes, and I again noticed
Elizabeth's eyes....

She was washing her hands at the kitchen sink when I came up
behind her and pressed myself into her rear, putting my hands up
underneath her sweater, feeling and gently squeezing her breasts. She
wore no bra. Turning around then, she put her arms around my neck, our
mouths found each other, and we pressed, and rubbed, together. I
reached down to the top of her jeans, undid the button, unzipped them,
and slid my hand down between her lips, finding her already very wet.
In time, I pushed the jeans down. Her panties followed, and I lifted
her by the waist, sitting her on the kitchen counter next to the sink,
took off her boots, then he jeans, then the panties.... I was still
fully clothed, she was naked from the waist down, and open.

The counter was just a bit more than waist high, and there was a
barstool, conveniently just the right height for me to sit on.... "Lean
back," I told her, "...its my turn to do something for you." Lowering
my mouth down, I licked the inside of her thighs, then higher to her
pussy, I opened her with my tongue. She was resting on her elbows, her
legs apart and over my shoulders. Holding her open with my fingers, I
found her little clitoris, standing, and licked there. And then, again,
she began to murmur, and to moan.... Because of her position, and
because i was broad daylight, the sun shining through the windows, she
could see plainly my face buried in her groin, licking from anus to
clit and back again. "My God, it's so exciting to watch what you're
doing to me..." and with one hand she pressed me harder against her,
squirmed on the counter, and came, and then I started again....

We didn't get back to George's for about another hour, and when we did,
it was Joan who smiled a knowing smile, and asked, sotto voce, "What
*kept you?" Late that afternoon, after dinner, they left, for the long
trip back to Canada. But Elizabeth and I stayed the night, Easter
Sunday night, and made love again that night, and again in the morning,
before finally driving home. The schoolhouse itself seemed suffused
with sexual activity, and desire.

What it was that happened that weekend I really cannot explain.
Nothing seemed planned, it just happened, I thought.... And now, almost
thirteen years later, Elizabeth and I have long since parted company as
lovers, but are still friends. But writing this account of that in-
credibly carnal weekend, and reading what I've written, I find that the
memory still has a potency, and excites me. Perhaps I'll send a copy to
Elizabeth, for auld lang syne....

Paul and Joan never did become acclimatized to Toronto, and moved
back to Ireland two years later, where Paul is a prominent, successful
tax consultant, and quiet, retiring Joan, is the model wife, the mother
of their two beautiful and perfectly groomed young children. They are
socially prominent in a very strait-laced, almost puritanical society.

Dubliners love to gossip. So I wonder what they would think if
they knew what I later learned. You see, though I for long thought that
that weekend had just happened, nothing could have been more remote from
the truth. It had all been planned, orchestrated if you will, by an-
gelic, innocent Joan.... And I also know that Elizabeth and I were not
the first, or the last, to be so willingly seduced.... And Paul and Joan
are still together, and she remains a modern Diana, a huntress, a goddes
of wooded places....

Pawnee....