Open Wide, now.
After supper is done, we move to two easy chairs in the Sala. Jecim has warmed up two glasses of brandy in snifters. A glass is handed to Myra. She looks at me, unsure about what is happening.
Relax and enjoy.
This is warm. What you give me?
Brandy.
It too dark for Fundador. Fundador served on ice!
This is not the Fundador you know, and it is best when warm. Take a sip.
Oh! This very different. Good too. What they doing? Oh, nice!
I told the girls to give us foot massages once we were in the chairs. Jecim will give me mine and it will be a straight forward massage. Jezryl has different instructions.
I gave her options depending on whether our guest had a skirt or pants on. Based on the presence of the skirt, Jezryl is to work up Myra’s legs as far as the girl allows. The ultimate goal, which I was sure Jezryl would be unable to reach, is to spread Myra’s legs and eat her out. I was sure that it wasn’t going to happen, when I gave the instructions. Now, I am not sure. Myra has not said stop once. Not to the food; not to the fondling of her breasts; not to the Brandy; and so far, not to Jezryl’s hands on her calves.
The girl is clearly not faking anything. Exactly how game she is, will be interesting to see, but from now on, there is nothing disqualifying likely to happen.
She turns her head to me. Roland, are you trying to see how far you can go before I say, stop? Because I am not going to say it.
How can you be sure? I might be a monster.
You not. Everything you do, it about pleasure. It a test. To see if I want pleasure, or I have rules so I say, no.
Were you the top of your class in school?
She giggles. Yes. See, I know things.
I don’t know how much you know, but I know you are smart. OK, so lift up your hips, allow Jezryl to slide your panties off and spread your legs.
I get eyebrows firmly up twice. A few words are passed between Myra and Jezryl, before the hips are lifted, and the panties removed.
Myra slouches in the chair to give Jezryl easy access. As Jezryl dives in, I pull Jecim up and onto my lap.
Up to this very moment, I have never touched the girl. Now my arms are around her and I bring her in for a kiss. She is unsure at first, but once she figures out what I am after, she commits to it and our lips meet firmly, softly, and with emotion.
Her arms grab onto me, as the kiss continues. From the other chair we hear sounds of sexual gratification. Myra is more than putting up with the activities, she is getting off on Jezryl’s tongue.
Jecim whispers in my ear, Do I need to do that?
I answer, Only if you decide you want to.
My answer seems to make her happy and her lips find mine with even more enthusiasm. We eventually break and I call over to Myra, Sip the brandy as she goes down on you. The combination is not to be missed.
I get a look from Myra that I can’t interpret. She reaches for the brandy, looks at me again, and takes a sip as Jezryl continues her activities. I see Myra swallow a bit of the liquid as Jezryl’s tongue makes a slow transit across cunt and clit. Oh fuuuuck. She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, opens her eyes, turns her head to me and simply closes and opens those eyes again. She is just looking at me and crying. I don’t think it is a bad cry. I suspect she is learning how much of life she has not experienced yet.
I whisper into Jecim’s ear that I will take her virginity tomorrow. She is a good girl and she will be a mistress from this day forward. That gets another kiss.
I get up, pull Jezryl off Myra, pull Jezryl in for a sloppy kiss and whisper to her to see if she is able to seduce Jecim tonight. Rather than whisper back she bites my earlobe, grabs Jecim and pulls her into the kitchen.
I pull Myra up and walk her upstairs to my bedroom. I do not have to wonder if we will fuck. The question in the air for me is where she fits into my world.
We enter the bedroom and I decide to give her the same request I gave Jezryl that first night. Take your clothes off.
I get a smile and a request of hers. Can we have some Jazz in here?
We can, and as the music fills the air, she takes what she is hearing and in something close to interpretative or modern dance, she uses the music to guide her movements as the clothing comes off with a sexual energy that is real and intense.
Now quite naked, she moves to me and undresses me in the same musically driven, intense fashion.
We mount the bed. Condoms from today’s trip sit atop the night stand. I tell her, Choose which one you want me to wear.
She looks at me and asks, Do you use these with your girls?
Each girl has to answer that question on her own. If she goes without and gets pregnant, she is committing to stay for as long as our child is still a child. If she does not want to risk that, the condom is required.
Are you sure the girls and you are disease free?
Yes. Are you?
Yes. You wasted your money with those condoms.
If Jezryl was an 8 in face and a 9 in body, Myra is a 9 in face and a 9¾ in body. There is nothing underdeveloped about her. Her breasts are full and stand up nicely against her trim frame. Her hips flair out far more than the average Filipina. Her shape is simply magnificent. Her cleanly shaven cunt glistens with the juices of desire.
I mount the girl and plunge in. It is evidently what she wants. Her hands and legs wrap around me. Her warm, slick cunt engulfs my dick, her lips seek out and find mine. Her hands hold on to me tightly.
It is a ritualized rut, a mating. The foreplay started at the supper table, was intense in the easy chairs, both via my surrogate, Jezryl. And now, the culmination, the joining.
Her breasts are against me. Her mouth is on mine. Her tongue plays inside my mouth. Hips and legs in motion.
I feel it build inside her. I feel the wash of liquids drenching my dick and then the muscle spasms that inform my dick… she has cum.
I push her further, working in and out of her cunt, finding yet another orgasm announcing its arrival.
She whispers, I’m ready Roland. Give it, give it.
I kiss her again as I drive in and deposit the cum she desires. I want to feel her response on my lips as she feels it in her cunt. I get exactly what I want as the knowledge hits her. Her hands grab my head and smash my face into her as she sends her tongue as deep as it can possibly go into my mouth and wails at the same time.
We stay frozen in the position for a bit, breathing and taking in what has transpired tonight.
I kiss her forehead. She bites my earlobe. She pushes her hips up toward and against my hips. I am still marginally inside her but have wilted.
She giggles. I want your nose. Give it me! And she giggles again.
You have it.
I know.
You know, it is not sex all the time.
Of course.
You will have to be good to the girls.
I promise, they like sisters to me.
Good. Tomorrow, after you come back following work, you take Jezryl and please her and her cunt as much as she can handle. I will be with Jecim tomorrow.
I not work tomorrow. I here all day.
Don’t you need to go back to your sister’s?
She giggles again. No. I tell her I living with you now.
You were that sure?
Yes. I was right! … Roland, why no one here knows this jazz? It really good.
It’s not good for karaoke.
Oh! Yes, this true.
Are you always so chatty after sex?
She giggles again. Maybe. We will see. Ask me next year!
Tell me, why were you sure you wanted to be with me? You only met me today.
I hear what happen to you. About Charline, I mean. I hear how you take Jezryl and send her to the clinic for testing. My aunt tell me that you give money to the girls to go to the market each day. My aunt say, other talk. They say that you help Jezryl. You good to her. I hear from Jecim’s uncle Jomar that you are a very good man. I hear you are artist. A carver. I want to see this. I feel it good that you have art in your soul. And I hear how you with Zenny, and what you say to her… that there can never be just one woman now. And I say, yes, this the man I want. I not care of the others there. Better it be me and not someone else!
Gossip, it’s an amazing thing. It can destroy you and it can make you a hero. To me, she was a fresh face I knew nothing about. To her, I was topic du jour. She self-selected based on her sense of what works for her.
Let’s see how it goes between her and the girls.
Morning. I have gotten used to waking up alone. Not so this morning. Myra is awake, but not up. She is sitting on the bed, looking at me.
Decide you make a mistake last night?
Huh? No! Silly, No! I like this room, Roland. I like the house. I like the girls. They love you, I think. There is peace here. Why someone bad like your wife? Why she not want this? This good, I think.
I cannot tell you what is in someone’s heart. I am not sure that anyone ever really knows what is in their own heart. I don’t know why Charline did what she did. But she will have to live with the results of her decision, as will I. In the sum of things, maybe Charline did me a favor by leaving me. Only time will tell.
But you already have two girls who love you now. That is better, yes?
How do you know they love me?
I do.
Charline and I have been married for many years. She always said she loved me. Did she?
Oh. You don’t think they love you?
I don’t think they, or anyone, really loves anyone.
You don’t love?
How can I know? I know I like it that Jecim and Jezryl are here. I do not want them to leave. Is that love, or is it emotional need? I am fond of you, but I have not known you for even twenty-four hours yet. You think I am a good person to be with, but what do you call the feelings? Jezryl was selling her body for rice. She does not have to do that by living here. Here she is safe and if she didn’t want to have sex, she would not be required. So this is a good place for her. Does that mean she loves me?
Maybe you feel different later. Your wife just leave you this year. Maybe it take time.
Maybe.
What happen today?
You can figure out how you want to use your time here, by talking with the girls, or decide on your own. Today, after breakfast, I will go back to my carving until evening.
Oh! OK.
I can’t be responsible for her life. That is her issue and not mine. I shower, dress and go down to the breakfast table. Myra has not descended yet. I don’t get far into my meal when I have a girl on either side of me.
If they are expecting me to speak, they will be disappointed.
Jecim breaks the silence. Roland, Jezryl thinks she is good and will stay. I say nothing. Roland? You listening?
Yes.
What you think?
I think she wants to join you two.
See? That is Jezryl. The question is directed to Jecim, not me. I told you, she likes us. She just wants to be here too.
Roland, is what Jezryl say, true?
It seems right. It is up to the two of you to decide. She’s OK for me, I think, but only if she is OK for you two.
Here I wish I had a photo of what happens, because Jezryl basically slaps Jecim before announcing, I told you! He loves you! He not going to hurt you! He say, you not the only one. He not say, you not important, only that you not the only one.
Is Jezryl right?
I told you that the two of you need to decide if you are OK with her. If she does stay, tonight she will be with you, Jezryl. Jecim, tonight you will be with me.
What if she doesn’t stay?
Jecim, you are with me tonight. It does not matter whether Myra stays or goes.
From behind me, What doesn’t matter?
Myra, I was telling this fearful one, that regardless of what happens with you, she is to be with me tonight.
Myra seems a little amused. Sister, why do you think he doesn’t want you?
Because he was with you last night! That why.
I do not think you know this man’s heart. You, both of you, have it. I want to have it, but I not have, not yet. If I have it later, it will be the three of us. I want that. Jezryl, you do me good last night. Maybe I do you good tonight. OK?
Myra gets eyebrows up and down as an affirmation.
Jecim, help me bring my stuff here? Maybe we can talk while we do this?
Jezryl laughs. I look at her. I fail to see the humor. Jezryl, shakes her head, and tells me, Remember when she called you, ‘Stupid?’
I nod.
Well, you don’t get it, again! Myra knows I am OK with her. She knows Jecim is frightened. She will spend the time today making sure the two of them become good friends for one simple reason. She knows she doesn’t get to stay unless Jecim is OK with her. She knows it, you know it, I know it… Jecim doesn’t know it!
Jecim looks at me. And the only thing I can think to say is, Yes, you are that powerful and that important.
And that causes the girl to start bawling. I swear to God, females are weird.
By the time I get back on the terrace and pick her up from the soft cloth, the girl in the wood is howling and cussing. Where have I been for so long? Females!
It is very slow going now, I am so close to her that every application of the knife is fraught with imminent danger. I whisper to her, Patience, patience. I am releasing you. It will happen. Patience, please.
I work through the morning and force myself to get up for a brief bite at lunch time, hurrying back to the work. I can see her now. There are still parts and pieces adhering to her that need removing, but she is here now.
Still as the light dims again, it is not near complete. I put her down on the cloth only to notice that I have an audience.
How long have you been standing here?
About an hour I guess. She is wonderful. Who is she?
Myra, she is herself. She is of the wood and of nothing else.
Who did you model her from?
There was no model. I simply found her waiting for me in there and I let her out.
You make it sound magical. How there something there that need to be found? How that?
I don’t know. It just is the way it is. How are things with you and Jecim?
Yes, Jecim... We need to talk.
Problem?
Not for me. Why you not take her? You hurt her heart!
Ah. I see. I will fix that tonight.
See, after you have me. That wrong. Why you not take her first?
You can think it is wrong, but this is my home, my world, and my decision.
You know her heart hurts? She is in love with you!
Myra, how long is this conversation going to go on? You know what I feel about nonsense regarding claims of love.
You wrong. Don’t hurt her any more.
So says the older sister, protecting her younger sister.
Yes!
Well, knock it off. Go eat some cunt if you have nothing else to do.
Yes, that did it. I think I got her attention. She has left the terrace and, I think, feels appropriately spanked.
Supper happens without any more incidents. The girls, now three of them are all here but not a word is said. If I have stepped on some toes, then so be it. I may be a good guy in some ways, but they don’t run this place and there are limits to what I will accept. I am not married to her and this is very much part of that. I get to my easy chair, my brandy, jazz, a book, and relaxation.
The girls are not around.
At nine I put the book down. The brandy is long gone. I turn the music off. Up in my room, there is no sign of Jecim. I go down to the room she shares with Jezryl, knocking before opening the door. The room is empty.
I take my cell phone from my pocket and tap out a text to her. Where r u?
No answer. I send a next message to Jezryl, where is Jecim?
The message comes back. She go back to her mother.
I am pissed. I text back. Then I suggest you and Myra follow her. Leave now.
What?
Go.
Why?
Why did she go?
You don’t love her.
Myra tell her that, right? Myra scare her and you didn’t stop it. Go. Both of you.
Wait I get her back.
Too late. Go.
OK.
I go up to my bed and go to sleep.