Made For Sex (49 page)

“Just watch,” Carla said, as Fran removed her bra from beneath the top. It looked fabulous. It gave her almost a model's figure, with just a hint of swelling on either side of the neckline. And her large nipples made tents at the front. “I bought that and I really thought I could wear it, but I've got too much bosom. You look sensational.”

Fran gazed into the mirror. “It does look good,” she admitted. “Have you got earrings?”

Carla found her a pair of rhinestone earrings, long enough that they brushed her collarbones, calling further attention to the neckline of the blouse. “And those shoes are perfect. He'll drool all through dinner.”

Fran had selected a pair of three and a half inch gold strappy pumps and gotten a small gold purse to match. She might as well do this in style. And seven hundred dollars? She had calculated how many stories she'd have to write to earn that much and her mind boggled. It was all she could do not to giggle. But what if he's a troll? she thought. If he had to pay, maybe he's got bad breath or body odor.

“What's Jason like?” she asked tentatively.

“He's about fifty, kind of ordinary looking with thick glasses. It took me a while to get used to him, naked, but with his glasses on. When I suggested that he might be more comfortable without them, he said, ‘And miss something? Not on your life.'”

“So why does he have to pay? I mean he sounds okay.”

“Not every man has a woman to date, and most men want sex. If you remember it took Clark quite a bit of courage to pick you up. Me, I'm a sure thing, as Julia Roberts said in
Pretty Woman
.”

“I guess I've just got stereotypes in my brain.”

“Well, just wait until you meet him.”

When Jason arrived, Carla kissed him warmly. “This is…” she said but Fran interrupted. “Fran,” she said.

Carla looked puzzled, then smiled in understanding.

“It's wonderful to meet you, Fran,” Jason said, taking her hand and kissing the back. “I thought we'd go to Le Cirque this evening,” he said.

Fran had heard of the world-famous restaurant but with prices in the stratosphere, she'd never expected to dine there. An unexpected bonus. Inwardly she giggled. And she was being paid, too. She slipped on a velvet jacket that Carla had lent her and with Jason in the middle the three walked out into the New York evening.

Fran found Jason delightful company as they sipped champagne in the limo on the short drive to Le Cirque. He was a wonderfully intelligent man, in his late fifties, overweight, with marshmallow-white hair and a tightly clipped white beard. As they rode, Fran frequently found Jason's gaze on her breastbone and almost as often on her ankles.

During a fantastic French meal, during which Fran spotted several famous faces at nearby tables, she and Jason did most of the talking with Carla obviously content to listen. Jason was an architect with an exciting new project that he discussed at length. Fran found it fascinating. She asked what she thought were intelligent questions and got involved and excited answers. They discussed some of the books that Fran had read over the years, and movies they had seen. He was well traveled and Fran quickly decided not to try to discuss Europe as though she had been there as Nicki might have done, but rather to listen to Jason's opinions.

“This is quite some friend you have, Carla,” Jason said at one point. “Not only good looks, but intelligent and such a good listener.” He patted her hand. “Remember that woman you brought one evening? Louise, I think her name was.”

Carla laughed. “How could I forget. She was a friend of a friend and I hadn't met her before that night. She had the IQ of a houseplant and the figure of a Playboy bunny.”

“I don't usually complain, and the evening ended on, shall we say, a high note, but dinner was stultifying. But this wonderful woman is just what an old man needs.”

As they sipped coffee and tea, Carla asked, “What are you in the mood for this evening, Jason? Shall we go back to my place and wander through my album?”

“I'm sure whatever we do together will be delightful. What about you, Fran, what do you enjoy?”

“It's funny. Three weeks ago, I would have had a very limited answer. Recently, however, I've widened my horizons. I find that I'm really up for most sports.”

“I read a story about a threesome in a bathtub. How's the tub at your place, Carla?”

“It's a bit small for the three of us, I'm afraid.”

Could I? Fran wondered. Could I invite an almost perfect stranger to the Devlins' for sex games? He'll know the address. But if Carla thinks he's okay, then he must be. And I think he's adorable. “I have a bathtub that's large enough to land a small plane in, if you'd like to come over to the apartment I'm borrowing from a friend.”

Carla nodded. “What a wonderful idea. I've wanted to try out that bathtub since I first saw it. Jason?”

“Sounds perfect.” He signaled for the check and they were soon back in the limo, speeding through midtown Manhattan. In the elevator on the way up to Fran's apartment, Jason removed Fran's jacket and untied the strands of fabric that held the back of the blouse together. The shoulders slithered down her arms until she was bare to the waist.

As he kissed her neck and shoulder, she said, “What if someone comes?'

“Actually,” Jason said with a chuckle, “if someone comes it will be me. You ladies make me so hot.” He patted the crotch of his suit pants. “My little man is ready to go.”

Fortunately, when the door opened at Fran's floor no one was around. She let them into the apartment and they walked quickly into the guest room. “I would like you two to undress me first,” Jason said.

Slowly, caressing his body as they went, Carla and Fran removed Jason's clothes. Although he was quite pudgy, his body wasn't unattractive. “Now,” he said, “may I return the favor?”

First he undressed Carla, and then she suggested that she'd fill the tub while he undressed Fran. While Fran listened to Carla putter around in the bathroom, Jason almost reverently slid his hands over Fran's still-bare breasts. “No one ever understands the beauty in small breasts. They seem to be obsessed with huge melons, like Louise had. Not that I'm averse to breasts in any size, but you, your body is so beautiful.” He leaned over and kissed Fran's breast. “So beautiful.” He kissed her belly. “Take off your shoes. I love how tiny you are.”

She quickly complied. The feeling of his near-worship of her body filled Fran with feelings of tender heat. She allowed her head to fall back and placed her hands on Jason's naked hips while he caressed her. “You feel so good,” she said. “I love it when you touch me.”

“And I love it when you tell me that you are enjoying what I do. Tell me more.”

“Your hands are strong and so soft. They seem to be able to play my body like an instrument. It makes my knees tremble and my lips are getting swollen and so wet.”

“Oh, baby,” he groaned. “Any more comments like that and I'll come right now.”

“Would that be so bad?” Fran asked as Jason pulled her blouse and skirt down until the garments puddled at her feet. Then he quickly rolled down stockings and removed them and her panties.

“I never want to rush. That's why the hot bath. It will slow my body down.” He took her hand and together they walked to the bathroom.

Carla had already filled the huge tub with steaming water, and added some bath salts. “Oh my,” Jason said. “You are right. This tub is a dream come true.” He took Carla's hand and, clasping fingers the three climbed into the warm water.

For almost half an hour they soaped each other, rubbing and caressing, playing and teasing. They added more hot water from time to time, but finally all three were starting to shrivel. Jason asked Fran to sit on the edge of the tub and spread her legs. For long minutes, while Carla rubbed his back and shoulders, he licked and sucked Fran's pussy. Then he urged Carla to sit on the tub and he lavished his affection on her cunt as well.

“I think it's time to get out,” he said, standing and allowing water to sluice off of his body. They got three enormous white towels and began to dry each other. Fran knelt at Jason's feet, now eye level with his soft cock. “Using a towel seems like such a waste. Let me dry it this way.” She took him in her hands, caressed his cock, then placed it into her mouth.

He gasped as Fran created a vacuum in her mouth and drew his cock further inside. “That's not getting it dry,” he said. “But it sure feels wonderful.”

His cock grew larger as Fran sucked. Soon he pushed her away. “Let's go inside.” They spread towels on the bed and Jason stretched out. “This is every man's fantasy,” he said, looking at the naked bodies of the two women. “You two are so beautiful. Carla, come here, and Fran, go back to what you were doing. You're so good at that.”

Soon, he had his face buried in Carla's pussy, his hand rubbing her wet skin. His other hand was playing with Fran's cunt while she sucked his cock. “Oh yes, baby,” he said, his cock growing firmer as the moments passed. “Did you bring everything?” he asked.

“Of course,” Carla said.

“Then first I want to watch you, Carla my love.”

“I would like that.” While Fran lay with her cheek against Jason's belly, he watched as Carla rubbed her cunt and pulled at her breasts. After several minutes, she said, “Help me, Jason.”

Jason leaned over and pulled a thick dildo from Carla's purse. Without hesitation, he rammed it home, then put his face between Carla's legs. In only a few moments, she screamed as she climaxed. “Now do it for me,” he said, as Carla withdrew the dildo from her sopping pussy.

Carla got her purse, then unrolled a condom over Jason's now-hard cock. Then she put on a rubber glove. Jason lay on his back and grabbed Fran by the waist and lifted her until he could impale her on his member. Following his rhythm, she rose and dropped on his erection feeling him fill her pussy. “That feels wonderful,” she panted. “Don't stop. Whatever you do don't stop.”

Suddenly she felt Carla drive a well-lubricated finger into her ass. “Oh my God,” she yelled.

“Oh shit,” Jason cried, and Fran guessed that Carla had one finger in his ass as well.

Now the movements of cock and fingers were coordinated so that when Jason's cock filled her, the finger vanished and when she rose off of the cock, the finger thrust into her. The sensations were too much. “Oh God,” she yelled. “Don't stop.”

“Don't you dare stop,” Jason screamed as she felt the first pulses of his climax. Hers was not far behind.

Together, the three rested then Jason rose and dressed. “That was incredible. Carla, my sincere gratitude for introducing me to your wonderful playmate.” He took out a handful of bills and put them on the dresser. Fran wanted to tell him that she would have done this for nothing, but then again, this was Carla's business.

“It was truly wonderful,” she said.

“Call me,” Carla said.

“I will. And if you're in town, Fran, I'd love to have you join us again.”

“If I'm in town, I would love to.”

“Carla, I assume you'll get a cab later?”

“You go ahead. I'll talk to you soon.”

It was a while later when Carla said, “You really have blossomed, Fran, or Nicki, or whoever you are.”

“The name doesn't matter anymore. I'm only one person.”

“I really wish you lived here. We could have such fun together. Wasn't this a gas?”

“It certainly was.” She watched Carla rise and dress. Then Carla picked up the pile of bills and counted half for Fran.

“You could make a nice living here, if you ever decided to move,” she said, putting the money on the bed table. “You could get a place, write and,” she winked, “earn a bit extra from time to time. I know you'd love Ronnie and she'd love you as well.”

“Me. Living here in New York.”

“You could pull it off. And what's there for you in Omaha? A job in a video store?”

“How are they going to keep them in Omaha after they've seen New York?”

“How indeed? I'll see you Saturday evening.”

“You know with all this excitement, I almost forgot what I'm doing here.” She stretched. “Yes. Of course. See you Saturday. Cocktails begin at six.”

Carla phoned a car service and, when the doorman buzzed that the car had arrived, she said, “You know, I will miss you like crazy when you go back to Omaha.”

“God, I'll miss you too. But maybe not for too long.”

Carla stood and held her hands out in front of her. Slowly, she crossed the fingers of both hands. Then, with a breezy, “Good night,” she was gone.

Move to New York, Fran thought. What an idea.

Fran arrived at the Manhattan Sheraton at six-thirty Friday evening and made her way up to the suite that Majestic Books had rented. As she entered, the room was already filled with more than two dozen people. Many were dressed in street clothes, but a few men were bare chested and barefoot, wearing very little to cover their obvious assets. She removed her trench coat and placed it on a chair.