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 (The novel Beyond You & Me is told in the form of a journal kept by Cassie
DiMarco, a graduate student's wife at Yale in 1975.  The real Cassie loaned
the author the journal the story's based on, and the accounts in it are the
experiences of real people.  She only refers to her husband as "P." and the
young undergrad she's in love with as S.  The following excerpt comes after
Cassie has admitted to her husband an attraction for other women, and has
been a couple of times to New Haven's (then) only gay bar, Partner's.  The
experience was less than satisfying, but Cassie is still interested in
other women).

   P.  surprised me the other day when he showed up with a fellow grad
student teaching assistant he'd gotten to know in he German department. 
Fellow grad student, but not a fellow- Lara was short and a little dumpy,
female grad students favor Birkenstocks and khakis, but she had a lovely,
animated face that put me at ease right away.  Also a smile that said
"smoker," with bad teeth, sorta like S.  in drag.  He tells me she's
staying for dinner, and right away my antenna were alerted.  I didn't mind,
Lara was about as unpretentious as you can get and still go to Yale.  In
fact, the conversation over dinner was mostly about things OTHER than Yale
and grad school, thank God.

   Imagine my surprise, though, when P.  went off to the little boy's room
and Lara begins to tell me about the woman she was involved with in
college. It's pretty clear to me P.  must've mentioned something about my
preferences to her, and my immediate reaction is "I'll kill him," but then
I figured, "what the fuck?" Who cares what the grad student community knows
about me?  As we're talking, she's looking straight at me and running her
hands along her pants leg.

   I may not've been to college, but I'm not stupid, either.  I could see
what the two of them were up to, so I decided to skip the preliminaries and
go straight to dessert.  Hanging out at "Partners" had trained me pretty
well, I stood up, walked the few steps around to where Lara was sitting,
and bent over, kissing her hard on the mouth.  There was a faint taste of
cigarettes, and I wondered if this is what it would be like kissing S.  The
softness of her mouth made me forget about him, and unlike with Alex, Lara
was an accomplished kisser, responding right away: she put her arms around
me forcefully, pulling my body closer and then gently biting at my nipples
through my blouse and bra.

   Whether they'd worked something out or P.  simply went with the flow, he
was waiting for us by the time we found our way into the bedroom.  I was
naked and Lara was mostly undressed.  Her melon-shaped breasts had gotten
round from the arousal and the chilly air, and my pussy was cool with the
moisture our foreplay had triggered.  Her body wasn't anything great, but
the situation was taking over, I was performing for P.  again, and the wine
we'd had with dinner was helping lower my standards.

   She pushed me onto the bed and I lay down alongside P.  who was still in
his clothes.  He took me in his arms and kissed me, while Lara went
straightaway between my legs and began tonguing my clit hood.  Her actions
were so strong and swift, moving rapidly down from the clit to my swollen
pussy lips that I was coming almost before I could catch my breath- so much
so I had to push P.  away to get enough air.  He wasn't put off from what I
could tell, watching me as my orgasms came in powerful waves, my body
contracting like a violent spring.

   "Whoa!" was all I could say when it was over.

   "Cassie, you were built for sex, that's for certain." Her winning smile
made me want to kiss her again, but she had moved over to P.  and had
pulled his cock out of his zipper.  Leaning over while her breasts dangled
above his balls, she slid him into her mouth right up to the base of his
shaft, then proceeded to work him over with almost professional skill. 
Alternating between moving head up and down while gripping his balls and
then stroking the shaft with one hand in a twirling motion, she brought him
to orgasm almost quicker than I've ever been able to.  P.  came in a series
of groans and spasms, with Lara holding onto his cock so she didn't lose a
drop of his come.  I was fascinated watching her throat contract, timing
her swallows with each spurt.  I've never seen another woman giving head
before, and I was making mental notes for the future.

   Never having swallowed P.'s come, I felt a twinge of jealousy that
shivered all the way "down there." What is it about jealousy that inflames
our desires?

   As he lay there spent, a small drop of semen had dripped onto her right
breast, and I watched it with fascination while it slid down the globe past
her nipple like a white-clad skier.  She crawled back over to me and began
kissing me passionately.  The taste of my husband's semen on her lips and
tongue was oddly thrilling and forbidden, what could be more naughty and
nasty?  She had me moist in no time, and proceeded to work her tongue down
my breasts, stomach and belly to my clit, where she slid her skilled tool
along my outer labia.

   Despite her efforts to pleasure me once again, I felt that reciprocity
demanded I press her buttons, so I did my part, so to speak.  Watching the
two of us, P.  was erect again by the time she came, and slipped his cock
into my swollen lips.

   "Don't worry, I won't come, I know you don't have your diaphragm in." I
didn't say anything about my switch to the Pill, so I was curious to see
what he'd do.  Having come once already, he stayed hard for what seemed
like hours and I rode him on top until I thought I would black out from the
waves of orgasms.  When I swooned a little, blurting out "whoa, Nellie, the
room's spinning," he pushed me off, then began fucking Lara, who'd been
watching us.  Was she playing with herself or just taking in the scenery? I
was too busy with my own pleasure to know.  She took a bit longer to come-
not too many women are as quickly orgasmic as I am, and maybe she's more
into women than men, but regardless, soon enough he was pulling out and
coming on her belly for me to see, then pushing back in for one last joyous
thrust that left both of them panting.  I wasn't sure how I felt about
watching my husband fuck another woman.

   I'll have to think about that.
   Copyright 2005 by W.  S.  Cross