Lessons in love
Somewhere the gods are laughing.
There is no question about it. This makes no sense. But what are my options? Do I kick Jezryl out and tell her she needs to start hooking to take care of her damaged sister? No. That makes no sense. Do I go back on my word to the couple who have been taking care of the girl? God only knows what happens to them and their marriage and their kids.
If Jomar is right, following my suggested plan might end up worse than doing what the girls want.
Yes, somewhere the gods are having a good laugh. I wanted a life without the poison of that failed marriage. I thought that multiple mistresses was the answer. But, especially here in the Philippines, people aren’t singletons, there is always family. And with that, all the complications natural to such affiliations.
The forward progress of a marriage ended. I was stymied. There was no way to move forward. And so, I took a side step. One side step, and then two, and then three. It was supposed to end there, but now things are going ever farther sideways, far beyond my control. My life has gone sideways.
I don’t recognize my life any more. Who am I becoming? I never in my life touched an underage girl before. How can I say that now?
The girls have come back in, after giving Jomar an epic send off with all their thanks and a full bottle of Fundador. They are almost giddy.
There had been hope, on my part, that he would excoriate them for the suggestion. In their hearts, they never really expected Jomar to agree with them. Now that he has, there is the discussion of how to get Jecim comfortable with the girl on girl stuff. But it’s time for bed and I am going up to sleep. Let the girls work it out.
They have worked it out by entering my bedroom and my bed. All three of them are here. Jezryl informs me that Jecim wants to be with me when this is happening. It’s something about being with a man while she is with a woman that makes it less freaky for her. I am not sure I grasp the significance of it, but Jecim slides up next to me and asks that I hold her and kiss her while ‘they do it.’ What ‘do it’ is, isn’t explained, but I guess she is about to get eaten out.
I am happy to hold and kiss her. Jecim is my friend, a lover, loyal, lovely, sweet in temperament, a fine homemaker, … all that, and impossibly young. I am more than happy to kiss her. Her lips do more than tolerate me, they seek out and evidence a real need. I feel it and respond in kind. I feel her need for closeness and caring.
As the other two work the nether regions, Jecim’s kissing becomes more fervent, more animated. She is biting my lip, grabbing my head and smashing it toward her face. She pulls back and gasps before plunging her face back toward me.
Her body is bucking, thrashing around on the bed. I cannot see what is happening. All I see are her eyes and her black hair, but the events below are having an effect on her. She is cumming hard, almost biting my lip in two. She gasps again, cusses and gasps anew.
I hear giggling below. And then, from Myra, OK, see? You like it! Now do us, girl.
Jecim’s face is smack dab connected to mine. She pulls it back enough to ask, Fuck me while I do this please?
So the idea is, she can eat pussy, if she is being fucked. I find the concept a bit humorous, but don’t say anything other than, OK.
A complete repositioning is required. The girls put Jecim on her hands and knees. I am to enter her from behind while she eats out each of the two sequentially.
Last time I could not see a thing. Now I have a ringside seat. And it is quite a view as Jecim is face deep in Myra’s cunt. Jezryl seems to be providing guidance to the student of the art, while at the same time, stimulating Myra, with a hand on Myra’s left tit.
For her part, Myra seems to be enjoying things if not rocking out completely. I am gently, rhythmically, providing the needed proof to Jecim’s psyche that she really likes men, I guess, as she provides evidence that she can do a girl but good.
Jecim must be getting better at what she is doing. Myra is getting off good and hard now, and the more she is, the more animated Jecim becomes in her task.
Finally, Myra says, enough, and Jezryl pulls her student back from her work. But now, Jezryl throws her student a curve. You do me while I do you. We do sixty-nine. Rolie, you fuck Myra good. And then we done.
Jecim is really not ready for any of this, but what happens next, she is not ready for at all. Jezryl pulls her student in for a spit swapping deep kiss. Jecim’s eyes are wild in panic, but the teacher dominates her student and gains control.
The student submits. The kiss, if that is what one should call such a complete statement of control, lasts a long time. Jezryl finally pulls back, strokes her student’s cheek, before telling Jecim, See? You can love me. Now we love each other in the complete way. When we done, we lovers forever. She kisses her student once more, before moving around, to initiate the sixty-nine.
Jecim is clearly in a state of confusion, but she allows Jezryl to continue. Myra moves toward me with a hunger in her eyes that is unmistakable. She wants to be under me. She wants to look up at me. I don’t have to be a mind reader to figure it out. I am hard, and slick from Jecim’s cunt. I slide into Myra without any effort, reaching the bottom the first time. We are four. We are two couples fucking. I have never experienced anything like this in my life.
Have I lived a sheltered life, or is this just weird shit? How do I evaluate what is happening here? All I know for sure is that I am balls deep in Myra and Myra wants to be fucked. I ignore the other couple and concentrate on my partner. Myra wants to be fucked hard. She wants to feel my need. She pulls my head to her and asks quietly. Am I as good as my sister?
Really? She really is afraid she doesn’t measure up to Alida? Now that is truly sad. Yes, Alida was fun in bed. But Alida is not one of my partners. Myra is. What more does she need to know? Still I gather that such logic will be meaningless to the girl. Especially at this moment. You are every bit as good.
And she is, of course. There is not a damned thing wrong with Myra. She is pretty, sexy, a good fuck buddy and she is mine, evidently for as long as I want her to stay, which I have told each is as long as I live, so long as she is good to me. So I guess she is here for years. Why does she care if Alida is a good fuck? Alida isn’t here, she is.
As to the concept that she is a long term partner, there is no incentive to leave me as there was with Charline. And that is the difference between a wife and a mistress of a married man. The goodies stay goodies only for as long as she is onboard. So, yes, she looks to be here for a long time.
We continue to fuck. It is not gymnastics, it is fucking. There is no special technique, it is just fucking. But Myra gets wetter as we go. She cums, and we continue. She cums again, and we continue. She is panting, and cumming. We continue. She asks, Cum, please, cum, please. It is a plaintive voice, calling for my cum over and over as she cums yet again, my dick moving into and back from her cunt. I hear, Oh, Rolie, oh Rolie, cum Rolie, as I continue to jack in and out of her cunt. She is very wet, very hot, and lost in bliss. I cum. She sighs and whispers, Yessss.
I look over. The sixty-nine session has ended and the two are face to face. Little kisses are exchanged. Jezryl softly strokes Jecim’s left cheek and chin and nibbles the girl’s nose. Both are smiling. I move to the opposite side of Myra, hold her and drift off to sleep. I guess at some point someone turned off the lights. I sure didn’t.
When I awaken in the morning Myra is gone. She has to work today. The other two are dressed and about to leave the bedroom. Jezryl turns to me, giggles and says, Good morning sleeping beauty, and the door shuts behind them as they exit, giggling.
Over breakfast of boiled saba banana with muscovado sugar, and my requisite coffee, I ask Jecim if she is OK now with the girl-girl thing. She informs me that she still needs to ‘do’ Myra, as per Jezryl’s instructions to her. I guess I don’t understand why that is needed and so I ask.
Jezryl say I naturally submissive. Same Myra. She submissive. I need to learn to take Myra and control her body. I must do that before Jelou come. I not to let her dominate.
I see. But what about Myra? Jezryl not worried about that?
No, she say that Myra not as submissive as me. It will be OK with her when Jelou come. It is me who must learn. Jelou allowed to have sex with all, but she must not dominate. That important.
Thank you for explaining.
So there you have it. Jezryl has become the major domo, orchestrating a huge shift in the dynamics of my home, to deal with the arrival of her sister. I am not sure how I feel about this. Clearly Jezryl’s sexual knowledge allows for more complex thinking about the subject. But is she right? Is all this necessary?
Jelou arrives tomorrow. I wonder what my life will become as I slip yet farther sideways.
Now, however, it is time to exit to the terrace. It is time for the second lady of the wood.
My life inside the house seems to be on greased rollers. Outside with the wood, there is stability, certainly, and a basic truth. The wood cannot lie. It isn’t duplicitous. It doesn’t engage in game theory. It is exactly what it presents itself to be. I can know and trust it.
There is no truly ‘knowing’ another person. Not in the most basic way. All play the angles. All have hidden agendas. All. Make no mistake about it. You can never really know another person. You can ‘get to know’ someone. You can ‘get to’ be able to predict how someone might respond. But you can be surprised, because you never really know.
People are exhausting. The wood is not.
To carve, is to meditate on truth. To allow truth to be unveiled, slowly, and with dignity.
My knife feels good in my hand. It is as if it, and my hand, were made for each other. Living flesh and steel joining to extend from the flesh a sharp true edge. As the edge encounters wood, it is not a foreign object I have to coax through a piece of passionless wood. It is my edge moving through something that sings out, seeking to be released from timeless bondage of the extraneous material.
To carve in this way is a religious experience. It forces one to understand that the world is here for many purposes, not merely for the enjoyment of humans. What lays within has meaning too.
I am having to go very slowly now. There is a great amount of detail that needs to be revealed. I will not be done today, but I am getting close.
Lunch comes and goes. I see Myra return from work. I notice Jecim and Jezryl go to and come back from the market. I am not in a walled off state, but the comings and goings do not interrupt the flow of my work, of my hands.
The setting sun, however, does. I put down my work, put away my knife, and clean up the terrace, before going inside to clean up myself.
Tonight, I am told, I will be with Jezryl as the other two will spend their time in another room, my presence being no longer required, by Jecim, in her studies.
This is the second night in a row whereby I have not decided with whom I will lie. I am not liking this change. I say as much and am promised that the matter is a temporary inconvenience. That is all. I hope it is true, but time will tell.
Supper is over and with a brandy in hand and jazz filling the air, I settle down for a couple of hours to read and relax. But that is not to be.
I have a visitor. I had thought when she appeared, she had come to see her sister, but Alida is asking to speak with me. The book will have to wait. I remain seated as Alida is brought to me. I indicate she should sit in the accompanying easy chair which sits close to mine at a comfortable angle. It shares a small side table, where my book is now resting and where she and I might place a glass.
I ask Jecim to get her something to drink, and after some quick back and forth, she is brought a glass of water.
Alida, why have you come to me tonight?
You know why, Sir.
Maybe I do, but tell me anyway.
I want to live here.
Maybe you do, but I suggest you say instead, ‘I think I want to live here, but maybe I don’t know enough.’
No, Sir, I am sure.
I see. And what do you propose to do with your girl?
Sir?
Well, is she to live here too?
I hope for this.
I will not attempt to explain the damage that might occur to your daughter. But if you stay, she will be damaged. If you stay, you will be changed in ways that will make you a very different person.
My sister, she lives here. I see no difference in her.
That is proof of nothing Alida. Do you know what this house looks like?
Of course, yes.
Alida what color is on the back of this house?
Why you ask that?
What color is it?
How I know?
I take a sip of my brandy. Nuance is hard. For many Filipinos I have met, their view of this is binary. If they have a contract, they might say, ‘this the March payment’ even though the payments might be based on the 20th of each month and two payments touch March. If you ask, ‘Which payment for March? Is it up to the 19th, or the 20th on?’ The response you get will be one of, ‘That not how it done here. This the March payment!’ And so, there are times when there is no way I can explain… but I most assuredly do try.
Exactly. But you claimed you know what this house looks like. Right? But, you don’t. You only know that part, which you have seen. You have not seen all of it. You only know about those parts of your sister that she allows you to see.
I not understand.
OK, well… Do you hope to spend the night here?
Yes. This is my hope.
Has your sister told you to come back tonight?
No, she tell me this place not for me.
Good, I will reward her for that. Why did you ignore her advice?
I think she just not want to share.
Really? Huh… OK, I will allow you to try to spend tonight. If you are still here in the morning, you will have to survive the next night which will be even stranger. It is my hope that at some point in the next two days you decide that your sister was telling you the truth. That this isn’t right for you.
Why you say that?
I am not going to try to explain. You will have to experience it. Now, this is my time to relax, so you might want to go find the girls and chat with them until nine when I go to bed. And if you see Jezryl, would you please tell her I need to speak with her right away?
Yes, Sir. I do that.
Five minutes later Jezryl appears with an unreadable expression. This won’t take long and I hold on to both book and brandy.
Alida is proving to be a nuisance. I want to shock her so that she leaves and leaves us alone. You will still be in my bed tonight, but we will add Alida. I am not going to fuck her. You do that. I don’t care how kinky you get with her, or what you have her do. Just push her hard. If she stays tonight, she has to be one of us. OK?
Very much, yes. I know what you want. I do it. No problem. Thank you for this!
For what?
You trust me.
Yes, I do. You are welcome. Now go, I want to read some more.
She giggles, kisses my cheek, tells me I am crazy, and goes.
Yes, I know I could have told Alida, ‘No.’ But such a response comes with its own problems. Spurning someone is rarely a smart thing. It is just as bad as asking someone to join you who will freak out by what you want.
In this case, both her sister and I have told her, this isn’t for her. She has insisted that she wants to be here and doesn’t believe our cautions. When she finds out that we were right, she will not feel spurned, nor that she was snookered… at least that is the hope. We will see.