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   But the evening wore on and I was still there.  I had nowhere to go. Mouse popped three corks and the ladies laughed. He was a great storyteller. And I rarely heard him tell the same story twice.
   After midnight Pinky started kissing Ray in earnest. Georgette and I were on the couch with them, sitting very close. We were talking to each other, whispering really, when Georgette looked over and gave a little gasp.
   I turned and saw that Pinky had worked Ray's erection out of his pants and was pulling on it vigorously. He was leaning back with closed eyes and a big smile on his lips.
   "Let's go in the other room and give 'em some privacy," Georgette whispered in my ear.
   The bedroom was small too, only large enough to accommodate a king-size bed and a single stack of maple drawers.
   I closed the door and when I turned to face Georgette she kissed me. It was as passionate an embrace as I had ever known. Our tongues were speaking to each other. Hers telling me that I had her full attention and everything within her power to give. And mine telling her that I was desperately in need of someone to give me life and hope.
   I put my hand under her coral blouse and laid the hot palm at the base of her neck. She groaned and so did Pinky in the next room.
   Georgette reached for the lamp and turned it off.
   "Turn it back on," I said.
   She did.
   I sat on the bed and stood her between my knees. Then I started on the buttons of her blouse. She stood still, breathing lightly as I drew the silky top down and dropped it to the floor. She moved then, attempting to sit next to me, but I grabbed onto her forearms, making it clear that she was to stay where she was. I moved close to get my arms around to unhook the black bra she wore.Her nipples were long, hard things. I licked them very lightly and she held my head, moving it the way she wanted my tongue to move.
   The black miniskirt was tight around her butt, and taking it off while kissing her hard nipples I pulled the pink panties down too. Her pubic hair was broad and dense. I buried my face in it to get the full scent of that field of tomatoes. If I had any notion of stopping, it evaporated then.
   Georgette was a very large woman. And even though she was slim of waist her belly protruded a bit.  Her navel was a deep hole, dark against even her dark skin. Tentatively I poked my tongue inside.
   She gasped and jumped back, holding both hands in front of her stomach.
   "Come back here, " I said.
   Georgette shook her head with a pleading look on her face.
   Pinky started yelping in the next room.
   "Come back here," I said again.
   "It's too sensitive," she said.
   I held out a hand and she allowed me to draw her near. I positioned her between my knees again and moved slowly toward the belly button.
   This time I stuck my tongue all the way in so I could feel the rough skin at the bottom. I moved the tip of my tongue around and she shuddered, holding my head for support.
   After a few seconds she cried, "Stop!"
   I moved my head back and looked into her eyes.
   "This is like food to me, Georgette," I said. "Do you understand? Food for me."
   She replied by pressing my face against her stomach. My tongue lanced out again and she screamed.
   After another minute she moved my face back.
   "Can I lay down now, baby?" she asked.
   I moved to the side and she got down on her back.
   We did things that night that I had never done with any woman. She did things to me that even now make me tremble with fervor and humiliation.
   We fell asleep in each other's arms, still kissing, still rubbing.
   But when I jolted awake, I found myself alone.
   I stumbled to the toilet and then back into the living room. Mouse was laid out naked on the couch with his hands crossed over his chest like a dead king on display for the public to mourn. Pinky was gone. click to close