Blake Simmons

The girlfriend_s lesson

CHAPTER ONE

"It comes down to compatibility… and Roy and I aren't…" A dour expression brought a far away look to Julie's eyes, as though she were focusing on something only she could see.

The vested waiter standing over her with a tray in his hand asked if she'd like a refill on her burgundy, but she didn't hear him. The buxom brown-eyed woman beside her signaled the impatient man with a shoo of her hand, then returned her pensive gaze to her distraught friend who looked as though she'd been waging an emotional war against something she was too weak to conquer.

True, Julie hadn't been her convivial self lately and, loving nothing better than a little friendly gossip, Ertha had insisted Julie enjoy the afternoon over a glass of burgundy wine at Henry's outdoor restaurant where leisure was king and more than one illicit affair had erupted hot and smoky from the tables sizzling with "who's fucking who" in round-robin gossip.

Besides, Ertha would have felt selfish hoarding the attention from the parade of eligible businessmen strutting their stuff in Gucci shoes and pin-striped suits as they dotted the tables surrounding her, shooting salacious grins in the direction of the black-haired vixen whose amulets and rings caught the shimmering sunlight in penetrating streaks that made any man sit up straight and take notice. For Ertha was more than a woman; she was a sexy witch with an aura of availability that no man, no matter how in love with his wife, could deny.

"I'm sorry, honey, now what were you saying…?" Ertha pulled her gaze from a table in the corner where last week's prey sat bored and rotting inside from his wife's dull company. Ertha took vain delight in the power she weighed over men: but now she cut it short and repeated her question, this time nudging Julie by the elbow to bring her back from her melancholic reverie that veiled her in a dark shawl of misery. "For God's sakes, Julie, it can't be all that bad… I mean now can you get hung up on one man when there's an ocean of them right here at your feet?" She tutted to her friend, then shot a warming smile at a man she'd been plotting to meet for the past week.

"I'm just tired… I didn't sleep a wink last night," Julie started, taking another sip of her wine, embarrassed to discover the glass had been drained on the last weary gulp.

Ertha rested her hand on Julie's slender arm, her bracelets twinkling as if to say, "Nothing is worth the misery, honey."

"Listen, Julie, I've known you since college and I know what your problem is… you're a martyr. God, look at all you've given up for that creep Roy. And what has he given you in return? Sure, so you went to a couple of neat parties, but you didn't have a chance to get loose or meet any of the musicians he was snorting cocaine with. Right? You told me so yourself, Julie."

Her friend shrugged. "Yes, that's what happened all right. I found out later he was in the lady's room smoking dope with one of those rock n' roll queenies." She closed her eyes and shook her head, then forced a pained smile that didn't last long. Her pixie face soured into a frozen grimace of faithless endurance as if she was waiting to be struck once more… to prove the misery she felt was real and deserved. The men around her noticed, too, and chose not to pursue interest in the petite looking woman whose China Doll sophistication contrasted so sharply with the sultry woman seated next to her.

Sipping from her water glass, she bolstered her strength and continued. "That seems to be happening a lot lately. We go places together, rarely and I end up watching his camera case while he goes off flirting with every woman around. I feel like an old hag, and I'm not even married! Whoever said living with a man was bliss, was full of shit!" she blurted out of control.

"Come on. Don't waste your energy on him, Julie. Quit being such a martyr and have another glass of wine with me. It's Friday. Time to celebrate and be happy." She waved to the waiter for a refill, then turned her attention back to Julie. "How's Roy's photography business going? Has he done any album covers lately?"

Julie shook her head, her poodley blonde curls vibrating. "No, that doesn't seem to be happening. He's been spending all his time trying to get some things in men's magazines. Porno is where the money is at, so he says." Julie drew a deep breath. "Okay, if you really want to know the dirt, Ertha, here it is. He's been hanging out every night in those sleazy clubs down on Broadway trying to find nude models who'll pose for him. Sometimes he doesn't get home till four o'clock in the morning and when he does, he's drunk and nasty." With her finger, Julie traced a carved heart on the marred table top, then half whispered. "I don't think I can stand it much longer, Ertha, but I don't know what to do. I can't afford to move out, but living with him is hell!"

"Well, I've never met a photographer I've trusted yet, Julie. They're all voyeurs for one thing, and for another they've all been afraid to admit to what they really want… and that includes what they want from women. They're fucked up, pure and simple. Just fucked up."

Julie bit into her lower lip, trying to gain control. Anger was not her mode of expression, nor was pouting. She'd tried to play it straight with Roy, promising not to date other men, even though they were only living together and not married, but enough was enough. "What bothers me most, Ertha," she started with pained confidence in her voice, "is that he spends all of his time trying to make other women look sexy and feel sexy, but he does nothing for me. God, it's really hard to admit… I mean my ego has been nowhere for so long, that I was beginning to feel really… ugly." She swallowed hard and moved her empty wine glass to the right of her stained napkin making room for the waiter to serve the next round.

"Go on…" said Ertha delving in her handbag for her wallet, flashing her rings as she did so. Julie caught a glimpse of the dime-sized turquoise ring sporting her best friend's middle finger and wondered where her unemployed friend had the money to buy it, but said nothing.

As Ertha slapped a two dollar bill on the tray and pulled her chair back in closer to the table, Julie resumed her scattered thoughts. "Oh, yes, as I was saying, he spends all his time making these other women appealing, and anytime I bring it up, he tells me I'm a nag and that I'm paranoid. Says he's just trying to make some money and then he goes on his tirade about how hard it is being a freelance photographer in this city…"

"That's all meaningless, Julie. Take it from a woman who knows. There's only one way a man can prove his true affection for a woman… and that's in bed. You used to tell me how you two spend half your lives in bed together. Now if that's still the case, then don't worry about a thing…" she pried, her deep eyes studying Julie's timid ones. "My philosophy has always been that as long as you get satisfied, it doesn't matter what else he'd doing… how many women he fucks in a day or sees naked."

Julie drew another deep breath and calmed herself with a sip of wine. "Our love life used to be unparalleled. God, even Cleopatra didn't get laid as many times as I did in one day. We lost half our friends because we spent all of our time together in bed." Her shoulders drooped wearily. "Now, now I have to beg him for it!"

"Hit yourself again, lady! Are you masochistic or what?" wailed Ertha incredulously, leaning over the table so that her richly browned breasts nearly tumbled out of the low cut rose-colored wrap-around tunic she wore. "Love is what keeps you young. Man, at the rate you're going, you'll be eighty before you're thirty! It's all so simple, honey. If he's not giving it to you, go out and get it from somebody else."

The blonde haired woman's eyes fell in dejection. "I can't do that, Ertha. You know how I am. I've never been able to have an affair with another guy when I'm living with somebody. It's just not… not right somehow. I guess what I should do is wait and try to make it happen with Roy again. And if it doesn't I think I'll take some yoga classes and meditate and learn to mellow out." But the ambivalent smile on her face said it was a lie. She didn't want to mellow out from anything as ethereal as Eastern religion. A good night in bed with Roy would cure her ills.

"You're unbelievable, Julie. Do you know that? You're a classic! For God sakes, listen to you! Avoid… avoid… avoid… you keep side-stepping the issue, and the issue is that you're horny and you want to get laid. Why make things so fucking complicated?" She slurped her wine, annoyed at the dribble that spotted her new tunic: she spit on her napkin and rubbed at the stain uncouthly, her friend watching with an amused smile on her face, despite her woes. Then Ertha went on talking. "You're a healthy female with healthy desires, that's all, and if Roy is going to get laid behind your back, then you have every right to do the same thing."

The pixie faced twenty-six-year-old stared at her friend in amazement. If only things were as simple for her as they were for Ertha. Physical… that's how Ertha interpreted everything… on the physical level. For her, Julie, it was a different matter. Love affairs for her had always been long and deep, not flirtations or light-hearted as they were for Ertha who went through them like pages of a calendar in rapid, even succession, with no cares for what happened yesterday. Today was the moment.

"You've got to be more independent and more aggressive with men, Julie. I've seen this same thing happen to you in college with Russ, then with that idiot husband of yours who ran off with another woman, and now with Roy… and all because you didn't get out when the going got tough. Men don't like women who are submissive and love him no matter what dirt he hands your way. Men want a woman who'll slap his fingers for doing wrong, because then they don't have to feel guilty about anything. You see," she leaned close again, her eyes clearly focused on the ravages of last weeks affair, the man who was now handing his wife a fist full of bills in bribery for an afternoon of peace. It dawned on Ertha then, with a twinkle in her eyes, that Friday was pay day and that, she thought secretly, was good for business.

"You see," she started again, concentrating once more on her distraught friend, "men don't feel guilty when they're caught at it, because then it's justifiable: they can call you a nag and righteously so and the issue is not what they've done, but how you found out. Believe me, if there's anything I know about, it's men."

Her blonde friend readily agreed. "Yes, you do," she said with a snicker. "Men is your subject, Ertha. Anybody in our dormitory would attest to that."

"Well, it's paid off, honey, let me tell you. Find the magic wand to a man's heart and there's nothing he won't do for you."

"Hmmm, maybe you're right," conceded Julie, resting her pixie chin in the upturned palm of her hand. "Maybe if I'm really aggressive in bed it'll carry over and Roy'll think of me as something other than somebody to wash his dirty socks and make him coffee in the morning."

Ertha licked her sultry lips, glossy with lipstick. "That's it. Be bold, make him love you."

CHAPTER TWO

Julie and Roy were sitting on the sofa, still dressed in their day-time clothes, a bottle of fine French wine on the end table. Julie sighed as she pulled her boyfriend closer to her with a surprisingly strong motion that sent the two of them falling suddenly backwards. This was her answer to Ertha's suggestion: she would be as sultry and vixenish as she could tonight, and if it didn't pay off, she would be forced to seek greener pastures. After a two year relationship, she'd diplomatically reasoned, she would give Roy another chance at proving his love, and if it failed, then… well, she'd think about that tomorrow. Right now she had headier things on her mind.

"Wait," Julie giggled, setting down her crystal wine glass. "Let me take off this pantsuit before it gets all wrinkled!" She was happy… at least they were going to make love, just as they used to. It had been far too long, almost two weeks, but she hadn't dared tell Ertha that. As she struggled to get out of the jumpsuit, she could feel the flush of the wine she had had at Henry's and now the half empty bottle they'd consumed together. Her heart was pounding wildly and she felt a bit dizzy.

Roy's kiss had raced through her like a thousand electric bolts, making her grow weak with desire. She could feel her nipples hardening as she tore off her French bra flinging it to the far side of the room. Julie's full, round breasts quivered slightly as they were exposed to the cool air, and a delicious excitement started at the base of her spine, rising along her back to the smooth cream-like flesh at the nape of her neck.

At last she could prove Ertha wrong! There was still love in her relationship with Roy! He still thought of her as a desirable woman with a desirable body and a desirable mind. She was no old hag.

Roy was lying quietly on the sofa waiting for her to finish getting undressed. It hadn't been easy tearing himself away from the nude shooting session tonight, but he knew if he didn't make his appearance at home, Julie would be pissed, and with due cause.

Julie could feel his eyes burning into her back as she shimmied out of her panties. Every detail of her sensuous nakedness was bared to his gaze, from her small pointed nipples to the mysterious triangle of her blonde pubic hair.

She wrapped her arms around her boy friend once more, feeling her nude body soft against the roughness of his clothes.

"Like me, darting? Am I still your woman?" she whispered into his ear.

"Mmmmmmm!" Roy answered, thinking of how it would feel when his hard prick was ramming deep into her tight little pussy. It had been a while since he had held onto the ripe succulence of her breasts, and now he grasped them and squeezed their tenderness between his fingers.

"Softly, darling, softly like you used to…" she whispered.

But still he manipulated the large milk-white globes roughly, almost as though he wanted to tear them off, and Julie squirmed beneath his caress, wishing he would stop and get on with the love making. In an effort to entice him further, she ran one hand along the inside of his leg, casually sliding over to his throbbing prick. Deftly, she manipulated the zipper, sliding it down rapidly and inserting her hand. She grasped and withdrew his already throbbing cock, with one simple motion.

"Oh, that's it, baby," he gasped, feeling her small hand grip his blood-filled cock with determination. His hands slipped from her breasts, down the lush contours of her torso, to her full hips. One finger found the soft blonde tendrils of pubic hair that nestled so cozily between her thighs and inserted itself between the soft pillows of flesh that protected her already excitedly oozing pussy.

"Ohhhh, darling," Julie moaned out, tossing her head back on the bed. "Oh, God, it feels good!"

Roy's middle finger was softly playing among the sensitive folds of smooth pink cunt flesh, smoothing up and down with an insistent motion. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he held her close to him, while his fingers began to manipulate the rising bud of her clitoris.

"Oh, Roy, Roy!" she moaned, "Darling!" Julie's legs flayed out obscenely, giving her boy friend's hand more room, while her own hand pumped up and down on his rock hard cock.

The flat white plane of Julie's belly trembled as his searching fingers exposed the slit of her open crotch, and her rib cage rose and fell against his heaving chest, her nipples becoming hard as little beach pebbles against the material of his shirt.

Then two fingers were pressing into the warm opening of her pussy, plunging up, up, up, past the hard ring of muscle that released its tightness to allow this intrusion.

"Aaaahhhh!" she cried out, screwing her hips up to meet his thickly probing fingers. Little helpless mewls of pleasure issued from her lips as her long voluptuously slim body writhed in the throes of ecstasy.

Roy could wait no longer. He had had about eight glasses of wine that night, and true, they had quickened his lust, but they had not given him the patience to continue the foreplay that he knew Julie craved. Ms large bulging cock throbbed painfully and tiny drops of fluid were exuding from its large throbbing head.

Pushing his pants down and off, he maneuvered himself so that Julie was forced to cease her steady up and down pumping, and he was kneeling in between her widely spread legs, his rod throbbing impatiently before him. One hand moved slowly over the thick foreskin, pushing it up and then back over his hardness, while his other hand resumed its exploration of Julie's hot, palpitating young pussy.

Boy, she's really going pretty good! he thought. Hasn't had any for a while, poor thing. This should hold her for a bit. The dull ache in his balls told him that he must push his cock into his girl friend's tight pussy before he blew his wad. He'd already waited too long. Abruptly, he removed his hand from her crotch, causing a small wet sucking noise as his fingers left the pliant hair-fringed opening.

Julie's large globular tits jiggled above the expanse of her rib cage as her naked body offered itself up to him.

"Ohhhhh…!" she jerked as she felt his hand sliding out of her pussy, "… Oh, Roy, oohhhh!"

She felt the round head of his cock touching at the inflamed entrance to her cuntal slit, throbbing against the quivering length of the moist furrow of her cunt. Roy moved his stone-hard cock up and down in the seething crack, up and down until on one down stroke it was poking into the small elastically stretching hole of her tight, hungry cunt.

It was so hard! Julie had never felt her boy friend's prick so hard, it seemed. She had to have him inside her! She had been just about to cum before he removed his hand, and now her body demanded satisfaction, demanded that this thick rod be plunged into her to the hilt. She held onto her boy friend's buttocks and spreading her legs around his body, bending them obscenely around his back, she pulled herself up brusquely, forcing her boy friend's stiff cock to slide up into the soaking wet slit of her pussy.

At first it was slow going, impeded by the tightness of Julie's cunt, but as the delicate tissues accustomed themselves to the bulk of his cock, the way was paved for him and Julie squirmed the silken sheath of her pussy over his enormous member, swallowing it up to the tip of her womb. She thought she would burst with her love for him, her lust growing minute by minute. This was the way it was supposed to be between them. Only Roy could give it to her. Whatever was wrong between them before would be made up for by this moment, this frantic, fleshy connection of their naked bodies.

"Oh… I love you… I love you…" she moaned, open mouthed, the tip of her tongue hanging out like a bitch in heat. She was thoroughly filled by the magnificent prick that fit so snugly in her belly and it gave her a wonderful feeling of completeness that she had sorely missed these past two weeks when her boy friend's interest in her seemed to have flagged. But that was all over now. From now on, it was going to be different. He was going to fuck into her, long even thrusts, burying the thick head of his cock harder and harder each time against her waiting cervix. She was going to cum again and again, and each time would be better. They would make love fat into the night!

He was deep… so deep inside her that she felt almost nailed down to the sofa, pinned in this lewd submissive position by the giant, fleshy stake of man she loved.

The blonde curls of her pubic hair twisted in tiny tangles around the base of Roy's cock. He held her like that for a long moment, savoring the power that he felt, enjoying the beautiful whimpering woman who was his woman, his to do with as he pleased. She was a pretty good lay, too.

He made a mental note to fuck her more often in the future. Didn't want her to start looking for it elsewhere. He could feel his balls dangling in the upturned crevice of her ass, and a surging tingle swept through him.

"Nnnnngggg…" he groaned, his cock bucking inside the tightly clasping passage of Julie's pussy, his semen spurting from deep inside his balls, spewing forth in sporadic jerks between the milkily contracting muscles of her cunt, splashing against the sensitive surface of her cervix.

"Ooooohh… yeaaaa…!" he cried out as the overwhelming sensations of orgasms traversed his thick cock and sent chills of delight throughout his entire body.

He collapsed heavily on her, expelling one last heavy sigh, relieved to have released the heavy load of his semen. He could feel Julie's softness beneath his body. She was warm and smooth. Her perfume wafted up to his nostrils as he buried her head in her neck.

"Mmmmm…" she sighed. And then he was silent.

Julie lay stunned underneath his dead weight. She had hardly time to realize that it was over! Part of her was still climbing to the erotic heights she had so recently foreseen, but the rapidly deflating cock inside her was little solace to her expectations. Roy's breath was coming smoothly and evenly now, hot on her neck and her legs were cramped, still forced wide apart by his impaling hips.

"Oh, damn!" she thought… "Oh… no."

She could almost taste the bitterness of her frustration. Anger rose in her breast as tears of self-pity began to form in her large violet eyes. And with Roy's first snore, the tears brimmed over and developed into deep sobs. She had had such high hopes for tonight, had so desperately wanted love between she and Roy as it used to: all consuming and magical. She knew it would be at least another week before they would make love again. Roy had been so busy trying to make money during the week, she had stopped her vain attempts at seduction, saving them for the weekends… when he was home.

Last week he'd spent nearly every night down on the Broadway strip where women flaunted their half-naked bodies behind glass doors of strip shows and massage parlors to hopeful customers. That had been painful enough. But now this! He'd come home every night drunk and incoherent. And now this! It was worse than not making love at all, because at least then she still had hope.

Angrily she attempted to push him over, squirming out from underneath him.

He was halfway off when he roused slightly.

"Ah… come on, Julie. Let me sleep… it's been a hard…" he mumbled in a barely audible whisper.

Julie froze. Then scrambling the rest of the way out from under his sprawling body, she stood beside the bed, staring down at him in disgust.

She shook with frustration and clutched her arms around herself in horror, her naked body beginning to feel the cold of the night air. A raucous sob escaped from her throat and she turned and ran into the bathroom, where she splashed her face with cold water.

Later, with her pet cat, Ralph, to keep her company, she watched the late night show for the second night that week, the fatigue that deflated her body having mysteriously transformed into a throbbing energy of anger and fear of what was happening to her two year relationship with Roy.

CHAPTER THREE

Corby Lewis slipped the cab driver a dollar bill for the tip and got out in front of Roy's apartment building. He padded his stuffed back pocket to make certain the bag of marijuana hadn't fallen out in the taxi.

Mmmm, looks like Roy's got himself a nice little crib here. If the porno business is what's making him his bread, then I'm gonna ask for another 10%. Shit, I'm the one who has to do all the work, fucking and sucking those sleazy ass chicks. All he's gotta do is snap a shudder…

Corby only hoped that Roy would be home for his interview. He'd said he had to make a couple more contacts in setting up the stage before they would start shooting.

He rang the bell and waited, tapping his platform shoe on the "welcome" mat as the moments slipped by and still there was no answer.

"Come on, get with it, Roy… I haven't got all day, man!" He pressed the buzzer again, and almost before he had removed his finger from the button, the door opened and Julie peeked out. She had just gotten up, and was still wearing her nightgown. She had thrown a flimsy negligee over the top of it in her haste to get to the door.

"Morning, Miss," Corby said, tipping his Panama hat and smiling his most charming smile. His dark Puerto Rican eyes penetrated deep into Julie's sleepy blue ones. She blinked at him, wondering if this was another one of her boy friend's kinky friends who came to see about "business".

What did he want anyway? She had hardly slept at all last night and had finally managed to fall off to sleep after Roy had gone off to finish setting up the "set" to start shooting his porno flick. She and Roy had had their share of fights, about it, too. If it wasn't about the money he was fronting on speculation to shoot this movie, it was about the sleazy models he was hiring. One thing or the other. And he'd called her a suspicious nag, saying she had no right to tell him what to do. After all, they weren't married, were they?

All these things were still running through her mind as she looked questioningly at Corby Lewis standing at her front door, his platform shoes raising his lanky frame off the floor an extra six inches, his black leather cape and Panama hat making him look like he was a few months too early for Halloween. His appearance was so strikingly bizarre that she completely forgot that the exact contours of her slender body were completely visible beneath her negligee which seemed to accent her large round breasts, her tiny waist and full womanly hips, rather than hiding them.