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Defence is Down



By Sutini Wijaya

Edited by Kellis







"Ding-dong!"



I heard the doorbell ring from my room.  I was about to answer it

when I heard Gary's footsteps approaching the front door.



It was Mrs. O'Bree, who owned the house next door in which her

granddaughter lived.  The granddaughter was about 24 and lived

alone.  We knew very little about her.  Even her name was a

mystery!  She was never a good friend of ours, just a neighbour

to whom we waved and said hello.  Gary always said he would like

to know her better but she seemed a little distant to us --

nothing you could actually pin down, just a feeling.



"It's about our fence, Gary," I heard her saying.  "It is on the

verge of collapsing.  I don't know if you have noticed."



"Well, I noticed it has a bit of a lean on it but I haven't felt

alarmed."



"I think you'd better come and see what it looks like on my

side."



Sometime later I heard Gary return.  He told me that indeed the

fence was in appalling condition and urgently needed to be

repaired or replaced.  He explained to me that the rules of

fencing meant that they would have to share the cost 50-50.  He

had reluctantly agreed to do this and Mrs. O'Bree said she would

arrange for someone to do it.  She had a good man in mind.



On Saturday morning I was up early and watering the front garden

when Mrs. O'Bree's granddaughter drove out of her driveway.  I

gave a friendly wave to her and she stopped the car and called

out, "Hello!  Watering the garden?  What are you going to plant,

flowers?"



"No."  I smiled to be friendly.  "Just trying to keep the old

ones alive.  It's been a dry summer."



"It sure has!  By the way, I'll be away for a day or two, so if

you don't see me around you'll know why."



"Where are you going?"



"Tomorrow morning I'm off down the coast with a friend."



"Okay," I said, nodding.  "We'll keep an eye on the place for

you".



"Thank you, Su Li.  I'll see you when I get back.  I'll be

leaving early in the morning.  Bye-bye."



So she knew _my_ name, at least!  Her grandmother must have told

her.



She was barely out of our street when the workman arrived to take

down the old fence.  They made a quick job of it.  The posts were

rotten and everything seemed to fall over so easily.  In no time

the fence was completely gone -- along with our privacy!  We could

see straight into the rooms next door.  They had no privacy

either.



"How long is it going to be like this?"  Gary asked the workmen.



"Well, tomorrow is Sunday, so we'll put the posts in on Monday

and the fence will be back up by Tuesday night at the latest."



Gary laughed.  "We'll have to remember not to run around in the

back yard without anything on."



"Don't worry.  By Wednesday you can do that again" the workman

retorted with a grin, casting his eyes in my direction.



"Don't look at me!" I cried.  "There's no way I would do that!"











* * *











I first came to live here when Gary was married to Simone. They

seemed a very happy couple and I was glad to board with them.

They were kind, always open and friendly and, I thought, honest

with me.  Gary was 39 and she was 36 when I arrived from Hong

Kong at age 16.  They were like a mother and father to me, which

I really appreciated.  Simone would take me shopping, to movies

and for coffee as well as other little things we did together.

If she and Gary had been arguing she would tell me her side of

the story and try to get me on her side, "woman to woman".  Then

later Gary would give me his side of the argument and ask me my

opinion.



I felt so grown-up.  They never seemed to treat me like a kid.

Simone told me all about the things she did before they got

married, her boyfriends, experiences and how she lost her

virginity when she was only 17.  I was able to confide in her,

giving  her my girlish expectations, hopes, and fantasies.

Although I was close to Gary at that time, I was much closer to

Simone.



Then Simone and Gary told me that they were breaking up.  I was

stunned.  I was shocked beyond words.  I had no idea that their

marriage was anything less than made in heaven.  Looking back

later I guess there were a few hints but I did not pick up on

them.



It was on a Thursday night that Gary told me. I had been with

them over a year at the time.  I had heard a lot of talking, even

arguing the night before as I lay in my bed, but I could not make

out what the problem was.



"Su Li," he said, sitting on my bed, "I must talk to you about

something.  On the surface it's our problem but unfortunately

you're involved by default.



"Simone and I have been married for 15 years and apparently all

good things must come to an end.  I'm sorry to tell you that

Simone has decided she wants to leave me.  And yes, another guy

is involved, someone she would rather be with than me."



I burst into tears. "I can't believe it!  It cannot be true!"



"I'm sorry, honey, but it _is_ true!  She'll be moving out during

the day tomorrow.  In fact she'll be gone when you get back from

school.  I hope she gets a chance to say something to you before

she leaves, but that's not your main problem.  Your problem

clearly is that you'll be here by yourself with just me.  I'm

sure your parents would not like that, so, sad to say, it looks

like you'll have to find somewhere else to board also.  I'll be

here just by myself."



I could see tears in his eyes, too.  This must have been as big a

shock for him as it was for me.



"Don't worry about that now," I asserted, wiping my eyes.  "We'll

worry about that later.  I have no problem being here with you.

May I ask you something?"



"Of course you can.  I don't have any secrets"



"How long have you known she was interested in another man?"



He sighed.  "I had my suspicions for about six months but I

couldn't come to terms with the chance we had a marriage

problem."



I could see more tears in his eyes as he spoke to me.



My tears resumed.  "I just can't believe it.  I thought Simone

and I were friends and that she would be honest with me."



He patted my arm and said we would talk about it tomorrow after I

came home from school because we had some planning to do.



Simone left.  She didn't say goodbye to me, maybe because she was

embarrassed, but I was very hurt that she didn't take the

trouble.  I never forgave her.



When I got home from school at 4 o'clock she was gone.  All her

clothes, cosmetics, hair drier, everything gone!  Luckily she

took none of the kitchen stuff.  Gary was present and very upset.

His elderly father was with him, giving him comfort, as were some

of his friends.  No one knew what to say to console him.  I kept

myself away from them and started cleaning up the kitchen and

doing the dishes.



One by one the visitors left.  I had heard my name mentioned a

few times and I thought I heard Gary say, "We'll cross that

bridge fairly soon I imagine".



When he and I were alone, I asked, "Would you like me to make

dinner?"



He shook his head.  "I don't think I'm very hungry, but you

better make yourself something.  I'm probably going to get

drunk."



"I thought that's what you might do," I answered with a sniff,

"but I'll make you something to eat anyway.  'Don't drink on an

empty stomach.'  That's what you always say!"



"I didn't know you could cook, Su Li."



Suddenly he burst into laughter.



"What's so funny?" I demanded.



"I'll tell you what's funny!  Simone has not been gone one day,

no, a half a day, and you have started nagging me! Okay I'll eat

something, and _then_ I'll get drunk!"



Thinking back on my time with Gary, I have never seen him so

drunk again.  Luckily it was Friday night and he did not have to

go to work the following day.  I admit I was a nervous being with

a man, an emotionally upset man, deliberately setting out to get

drunk.  And get drunk he did!  I sat with him until he could

drink no more, until I could hardly understand what he was

saying.  But before he reached that stage he talked non stop to

me about his life and marriage to Simone.  The drunker he got the

more intimate were the details he related.  A couple of times he

apologised and suggested that if I was worried or upset at the

subject matter I could go to bed.



"I'll understand, Su Li, if you lock your door.  But believe

this:  you're in no danger from me.  Not tonight, not ever!"



Strangely enough, I trusted him.  He seemed so vulnerable, so

alone in the world and so desperate to have someone to talk to.

When eventually he passed out on the couch I covered him with a

blanket and, unknown to him, gave him a kiss on the cheek and

said good night.  He told me later that he had no memory of it.



On Saturday he moped about the house nursing a fearful headache.

As if he did not have enough to worry with the sudden departure

of his wife, now he had a hangover too!  Poor man!



The first week without Simone was very sad and emotional.  He

spent much time grieving the loss of his wife.  As in most

grieving, sadness became anger.  By the following weekend no love

was lost any longer between him and his estranged wife of so many

years.



At no time did I feel threatened.  Indeed I grew up a lot that

week and was able to offer him the support of an ear for him to

vent his frustration. Without doubt in that week we became

closer, though I had to hide my astonishment when he related

incidents in their life together that frankly I could not accept.

He told me about times when they had been drinking and she

clearly yearned for another man in her life, another lover.  He

claimed no alarm at this talk, especially when she had been

drinking, little realising that she intended to live out this

fantasy in real life.  In the end she left him for someone who,

she said, possessed greater sexual prowess than he.  She also

admitted that she had been sexually active with this man for over

six months.



I was 17 at the time they broke up.  Inexperienced in sexual

matters, I was hardly able to advise a grown man about them.  He

should have been teaching me!  But night after night he wanted my

advice.  My  experience was limited at that time to self pleasure

that, amusingly, I thought I had discovered all by myself.  I had

only just started having sexual fantasies at that time, fantasies

which involved me and someone else.  Before then sex was

something I did to myself because it felt very nice.  I don't

know what induced my fantasies to include other people.

Nevertheless I had nothing to offer a man whose sexual prowess

had been found wanting.  Secretly I felt that there was probably

nothing wrong with his "prowess" and was more inclined to imagine

that his wife was somewhat oversexed -- a nymphomaniac, not that I

knew that word at the time.



About three weeks after she had left we had a serious talk.



"Su Li, have you done anything about finding somewhere else to

live?" he asked me suddenly one Saturday night.



"Nothing," I replied.



"Well, I don't think your parents would be very happy about you

living here with me, a single man.  What do you think?"



I took a deep breath.  "I'll be honest with you, Gary.  I don't

want to move from here.  I know it looks suspicious.  But I

really enjoy living here.  It's close to school, close to the

shops, and I am accustomed to it."



"But what about your parents?"



"I haven't told them anything about the situation.  We are not

rich people in Hong Kong, so they are not going to come here and

find that I have not been living exactly as I described at first.

And also ..."  I stopped in the middle of my sentence.



"And also what?"



"Gary, I think you need me more than I need you.  There was a

time when I needed you more than you needed me.  You were there

for me  and now I am here for you."



He knew what I was talking about.  When I first arrived in his

house, I was a  kid aged 15, frightened and far from home.  I was

not fluent in English.  What I did speak was from schoolbooks and

Hong Kong radio disk jockeys.  I had never been away from home

before and whenever I cried at night with a mixture of

homesickness and nervousness at my newfound situation, Gary and

Simone sometimes would sit on my bed holding my hand and being

supportive.  He knew what I meant all right!



"That's a lovely thing to say, Su Li" he said, his eyes glowing.

"There's nothing I'd like more than to have you stay here, though

from the social point of view it might be tough."  He took a

breath.  "But I'm prepared to try if you are.  Do you think we

should make some ground rules?"



"Ground rules?  What do you mean?"



"I don't want you to be worried that I will ever do anything to

you, or towards you that will offend you, you know, that you

don't want to happen.  I guess you can understand what I mean."



"I don't want a 40-year-old boyfriend.  Is that what you mean?"



"Yes, that is exactly what I mean.  I don't want you to be

worried that I will try to jump into your bed and change our

relationship."



"I understand...  But that doesn't mean we can't be close

friends. It just means we aren't lovers.  But you trust me with

your secrets.  Because you're older than me, I should be able to

trust you with my secrets.  That's how I would like our

relationship to be: open and honest."



He nodded but his eyes narrowed.  "Just remember that I'm a man.

I'll need to have a lady in my life from time to time.  You may

have to look the other way and accept that.  Could that be a

problem for you?"



"None at all!" I answered cheerfully.  "I'll help you, make it

easy for you.  It will be no problem for me!"



I really did not want to move from there.  I was happy and I

quite enjoyed looking after this guy, who needed me.  There was

no doubt in my mind I could trust him, as there was no doubt he

wanted the best for me.  He was always enthusiastic about my

studies -- if less so about me having boyfriends and spending

time away from home.



Don't misunderstand me.  I was interested in one guy for a while

and Gary was quite supportive.  Because of our mutual trust I

could tell him details about my relationship with this guy.  In a

similar way I pestered him good-naturedly about any relationship

he had with the ladies.



It took him about three months to stop worrying about Simone and

start thinking about another woman.  During that time we talked

about masturbation.



"I can't stop doing it," he said one day.  "I need a woman

badly."



I listened, pretending to understand what was going through his

mind, and said, "You should do something about this problem -- a

prostitute perhaps?"



"How would you feel if I brought such a woman into the house?"



I giggled with glee.  "I think it would be fun!"



"Really?"  He was astonished.  "I'd have thought you'd be

horrified!"



"Not at all!  Why don't you invite one for dinner, you know, an

escort women, I think they are called?  I'll make a lovely

dinner.  It will be like a date!  And when you take her to your

room I'll disappear -- do my homework or whatever!"



"You wouldn't be offended?"



"No way!  I think it would be fun!"



This conversation happened again and again.  He wanted to be

absolutely sure I wouldn't be offended.  Finally I said, "It

would be better for you to have a real woman than to be

masturbating so much."



This was on a Monday evening.  Each night after that I asked him

when he would get a girl, because I needed to prepare for a nice

dinner.  Every time I brought the subject up he was incredulous

that I was so serious.  Finally on Thursday night he gave in.

"Okay, let's have dinner for three tomorrow night!".



When he said, watching for my reaction, "The escort lady will be

here at 7 PM for dinner," I was almost as excited as he.



I prepared a beautiful Chinese meal and he bought some expensive

wine.  He was like a teenager on his first date.  I knew that he

had not been with another woman since Simone left and to use his

expression, he was "horny as hell." 



Ding-dong, the doorbell!  We both looked at each other and I

think he was truly nervous.  My heart was fluttering too.



I went to the kitchen while he answered the door.  Soon I heard a

woman's voice in the living room.  I did not know what to expect.

I think I imagined that she would be the sort of woman that Julia

Roberts portrayed in "Pretty Woman" -- high boots, short skirt

and, well, cheap looking.  Imagine my surprise and delight when I

went into the living room and met her.  She was beautiful.  She

looked like a fashion model out on a date.  I had expected she

would be wearing a top that was very low with her breasts almost

popping out.  In fact she wore a conservative top, showing

absolutely nothing except that she was a girl with a large bust.



"Jennifer, I would like to introduce you to Su Li who is my very

close friend and confidant and in fact is the one who suggested I

invite you here for the evening.  Su Li is also our chef."



"I am pleased to meet you," I responded.



"Wow, Su Li!" she exclaimed.  "I can smell that the meal is going

to be delicious!  I'm sure you're a wonderful chef!"



"I hope so, Jennifer," I said.



"Call me Jenny.  Jennifer sounds so formal!"  She had a lovely

smile.  In my heart I told myself that whatever this girl had

cost Gary, she was well worth it.



The meal went well.  I tried very hard to make it spectacular.

Jenny thought it was wonderful, especially having "genuine"

Chinese.  I joined them in drinking some champagne beforehand.

With the meal we had a bottle of very syrupy Shiraz, I think the

best red wine I had ever tasted.  Jenny was certainly impressed

with the choice of wines.



After the meal was over I excused myself to clear the table.

They moved into his bedroom at the other end of the house.  I

smiled to myself as I started washing the dishes.  I hoped that

his sexual intercourse with Jenny was as good as he had wanted.



After the dishes were in the dishwasher and all was cleared away

I decided to get on with my homework.  To do this I had to go to

my room for my books.  My room is almost opposite Gary's.  I

walked quietly so they wouldn't think I was trying to peep, but

as I approached I could hear their noises and knew they were

"doing it".  I went quietly into my room, whose light  was

already on, and sat at my desk listening to them instead of going

back to the other end of the house.



I had heard these same noises when Simone was here and in my

naivete had not realised what they meant.  But I knew now.  I

heard Gary groaning loudly and assumed he was having his orgasm.

When he was quiet I heard her say, "Keep going, I'm nearly

there!"



I tiptoed from my room to the other end of the house with a big

smile on my face.  "At last," I thought to myself, "he is

satisfied!"



After a few minutes Jennifer came back into the kitchen with just

a towel around her.



"Could I get a something to drink from you?" she asked sweetly.



"Of course!" I answered, adding with a smile, "Thirsty work,

huh?"



"It certainly is!  And Gary really needed it!  I can't remember a

client who needed it that badly!"  She laughed with me, making me

feel that she had taken me into her confidence.



"I wouldn't know about that," I said.  "But I think you are very

nice -- and so pretty."



She put her arm around me.  "I think I have you to thank for this

job, is that right?"



"Well, it wasn't my idea.  He asked me if I would mind and I said

I wouldn't mind at all, even though I didn't expect a lady like

you.  I think you are very nice and if you have made him happy

then I thank you, too."



"Don't worry, sweetie, he's very happy now, but I haven't

finished with him.  This drink will give me the strength to go

on."



"More?  He wants more?"



"Well, not just now.  But in a moment I'm sure he'll rise to the

occasion."



I smiled as if I understood exactly what she meant.  She accepted

my offer of coffee afterwards.



She went back to the bedroom.  When I returned to my bedroom to

listen, they were busy at work again.  To my surprise I felt more

like a nurse giving treatment than "turned on."  But in fact I

was sexually aroused.



A half hour later he came out in his dressing down.  She came out

wearing a sarong-like garment loosely around her body.  From time

to time it fell down, revealing her breasts, which she

nonchalantly covered again without being in too much hurry.



I made us all coffee.  Later she excused herself to take a

shower, then reappeared in her original clothes.  At about 11

o'clock she said goodbye to us as a taxi arrived and beeped its

horn outside.



"He's a lovely man, Su Li.  When he needs some more relief,

please call me again.  I loved your food and I think you're a

lovely girl to look after Gary like you do."



She winked at me and gave me her card with her phone number on

it.  "Just in case."



"Was it good?  Was it expensive?  Did you enjoy it?"  The

questions kept tumbling out of my mouth.



Gary laughed at me.  "It was fantastic.  She's so good!  And she

enjoyed herself too.  Can you believe that?"



"Easily!"  I smiled.



"How come?"



"I heard her tell you to keep going because she was nearly

there!"



He looked at me in shock.  "Were you listening?  Were you outside

the door?"



I laughed.  "And I heard you, too.  You made a lot of noise when

you finished."



"How long were you outside the door?"



"Don't worry, Gary, I overheard you when I went to my room for

books to do my homework.  I wasn't outside the door all the time

- just that little bit."



He smiled at me.  "We have less and less secrets from each

other".



I nodded in agreement.



He said, "Thank you very much for being so understanding about

it."



"Well, come on!  Tell me all the details.  I've never met a

prostitute before.  And she was so nice, wasn't she, Gary?"



"Go get the rest of that bottle of champagne and I'll tell you

everything you so desperately want to know.  We're partners in

this!"



I guess that was the evening we became very close.  Now we had a

new playing field, so to speak.  He got into his bed and I sat on

the edge of it to pour champagne for both.  I asked every

possible question about his encounter with Jenny and he was

graphic in his replies.  I asked everything I had ever wanted to

know about having sex.  By the time my curiosity was satisfied,

the champagne had taken its toll and I was very aroused.  It was

as though I just had sex for the first time myself! 



Gary studied me.  "I can see you've been wanting to ask someone

lots of questions for a long time.  Now that we've got this far,

you know you can ask me about anything -- anything at all."



"I do know that now.  And I can share my secrets with you also.

We have a lovely friendship."



"My turn to ask you something, okay?" he asked.



"Anything.  Anything at all."



"How did everything effect you tonight?  What I mean is, did

tonight's activities turn you on or turn you off?"



"Oh!  Turned on of course!" I replied honestly.



"May ask you this:  do you know how to masturbate?  Or do you

think that's just something boys do?"



"No, girls do it too.  I'm not silly."



"Do you do it?"



"Yes, of course.  And of course I will do it tonight, too -

because that's what I think your next question is!  Am I right?"



He laughed, telling me that was exactly his next question!  He

added, "Well, off you go, then.  Don't make much noise when you

come, will you?  I have had enough turn on for one night!"



"Good night," I told him.  As I left his room, he said with a

cheeky smile, "Hey, tell me when you finish, okay?  Otherwise

I'll be straining all night to listen!"



"I don't think you'll have to listen very long!" I called as I

went to my own room.



In bed I turned off the light, took off my pants and ran my hand

down between my legs.  So wet!  I pulled my lips open with my

left hand and upwards with my right, starting to circle my

supersensitive button.  My orgasm started within a minute!  It

was immense, much stronger than I had experienced before.  Its

intensity caught me by surprise.  When it arrived, I was quite

vocal, unable to keep silent.  After it subsided and my hips

stopped twitching I called out, "Finished!"



"I know!  Sounds like you had a good one.  Good night, Su Li, and

thanks again for everything."



"You're welcome, Gary.  What a funny night!  Good night, I'll see

you in the morning."



Sleep came quickly for him: I could hear him snoring peacefully.

But what came to me was sex.  For the first time my life I had

multiple orgasms, one after the other, each becoming more intense

until finally I had to stop -- not because I was satisfied but

because I could not stand to touch myself any more!



Let me see:  this must have been when I was 17 years old.  As

time goes by the dates get more difficult to remember, but I'm

sure I was in my seventeenth year when Simone left and when Jenny

came to the house.







* * *







In that first year Gary saw quite a bit of Jenny.  I had noticed

after the first time she came to our house that Gary was much

more relaxed and happy.  He told me that having sex with Jenny

had been "just what the doctor ordered:" excellent treatment!  So

a few weeks later when he became morose, I remembered that I had

put her card away in my bedroom.



"It's time to call Jenny," I told him with a tone of certainty,

adding, "Would you like me to ring her for you?"  I wondered what

he would say.



"If you want to," he answered, looking up with a smile.



"You don't think I will, do you?"



"It's up to you.  You make the decision!"



Not very enthusiastic, I thought.  Did he doubt me?  I picked up

the phone and dialled her number.  She answered immediately.



"Yes, this is Jenny.  Who is this?"



"I am Su Li.  You came to our house to see my friend Gary and I

cooked for you.  Do you remember me?"



"Of course I remember you, Su Li!  How are you? How is Gary?"



"I'm fine and so is Gary."



"That's good to hear.  How can I help you, Su Li?"



"I think Gary needs to be with you again.  Would you like to come

to dinner on Friday night?  Or Saturday night?"



"I would love to, Su Li! I still remember where you live.  Would

Friday night be all right for you both?"



"Yes, that would be wonderful!  I will cook you some more Chinese

food."



"That will be wonderful!  I love your cooking.  Will you have

time?  When do you get home from school?"



"I have plenty of time.  I'll be home at five o'clock.  It will

only take me about an hour."



"Good!"  I could tell she was happy to hear from me again.  "I'll

see you on Friday, then."



Gary was laughing at me.  "How many guys do you think have a

young lady living with them who organises hookers for his sex

life?"



"I told you I would look after you and this is how I do it!  I

like Jenny, too.  I think she is very nice and I don't care if

she _is_ a 'hooker.'"



On Friday night I started to prepare the meal and heard the

doorbell at 5:30.   It was Jenny.



"Hello," she said brightly.  "Actually I live very close by so I

walked here before it got dark.  You don't mind me being early do

you?"



"You live near here?"  I exclaimed.  "Of course I don't mind!

Please come in.  I'm working in the kitchen getting dinner

ready."



"Good.  I'll come and watch you.  Maybe I'll learn something."



Gary did not arrived home until almost seven o'clock so I had

plenty of time to enjoy talking to Jenny.  It was as though she

was my friend whom I had invited for _my_ pleasure.  I felt very

comfortable with her.  Before Gary arrived I asked her many

questions about her chosen profession.



She grinned at me.  "I work five days a week, usually with only

one customer every day.  I used to be a personal assistant for a

company director and worked 60 or 70 hours a week.  I guess the

men found me attractive.  For sure a lot of them flirted with me!

I was very popular.



"Finally a guy visiting from interstate invited me out for the

evening.  I accepted and spent all night with him.  In the

morning he left me two hundred dollars but not, he said, as a

payment for sex, but because he wanted me to buy something to

remember him with.



"Not long after that another man came to the city and asked me

out.  He said he was the first man's friend.  I slept with him,

too, and he gave me two hundred dollars also, but this time it

was clearly payment for sex."



She laughed a little.  "These two men had other friends who also

had friends, and before I hardly knew what was happening my

nights, my days and my wallet were full!



"Then the company moved its head office interstate and left me

with no work.  I was already making more money from men than on

my regular job.  That's how it started.  Nowadays I occasionally

agree to a new customer but mainly I service guys I already know.

Most of them come from interstate on business."



She grinned at my obvious fascination.  "It is not a job for

everyone, Su Li.  I probably wouldn't recommend it as a career

path!  But for me, at 32, it keeps the wolf from the door and I

get plenty of spare time to do whatever I wish.  I read a lot and

spend a lot of time at the gym, swimming.  As well as having

enough money to live on -- I own my own house -- I have also

managed to save quite a bit for when I'm too old for this.  But

keeping fit is very important for me."



In my old culture a woman who is a prostitute is a very low

woman.  I could never imagine that one could be as nice,

beautifully dressed and cultured -- yes, cultured -- as Jenny.

It's a strange world.



When Gary arrived we sat down to dinner.  Afterward I stood up

and declared, "It's time to do some work!  I'll work in the

kitchen and you two can work in the bedroom!  Let me know when

you're ready for a drink."



Everyone laughed and we all went our different directions.  About

45 minutes later Jenny came out into the kitchen.



"I know," I said.  "You want a drink, right?"



"You remember."



"Yes, I remember -- thirsty work!"



Jenny had wrapped herself in a sheet.  Like the last time she

didn't seem able to keep it from falling from her breasts.



"Do you have a sarong?" I asked.



"Not a real one.  Why?"



"I have some spare ones.  Would you like me to give you one?"



"Really?  I'd love one."



I took her into my bedroom, which was, as I have described,

opposite Gary's.  I found her a sarong.  "Here, try this one."



I thought she would wait to put it on in Gary's room.  Instead

she dropped her sheet completely.  She was totally naked

underneath.  She wrapped herself in the garment and asked me how

to secure it.



"Are you lending me this or is it a gift?"



"It's a gift, silly!"



"Oh!  Thank you.  You are wonderful!  I'll use it often in my

work."



So Jenny and I became good friends.  About every four weeks I

invited her to dinner.  She always came early for a "cooking

lesson" while we chatted and enjoyed each other's company.



Gary and I had our first argument because of her.  When I

suggested calling her for dinner one night, he countered, "I

wouldn't mind trying another girl actually."



I saw red!   "How could you do that to Jenny?"  I demanded,

stunned.



"Hey, come on, she is not my wife or girlfriend!  She is a

hooker, for goodness sake!"



I could not dispute that point, but I felt disloyal at the very

idea of welcoming another woman into the house.  I really thought

of Jenny as his girl friend.  That logic was on his side didn't

matter to me.  I ran into my bedroom shouting at him, "I am not

cooking for anyone except Jenny!"



Two days later, when I still was angry with him, he said with a

sigh, "All right, sweetheart, I give up.  Will you please invite

your friend Jenny to come here on Friday night?"



I invited her.  After dinner and after they had finished in the

bedroom Jenny gave me a big hug and whispered in my ear, "Ring me

tomorrow.  I want to talk to you.  Okay?"



I nodded.  The next day I rang her after school.



She said on the telephone, "Gary told me about your argument

during the week."



"He did what?"



"He was amused.  But Su Li, I'm very touched to hear that you are

so loyal to me."



"Well, it's true.  I don't care what he says, you're his girl

friend."



She laughed gently.  "Not really, Su Li.  If Gary wants to have

another woman you mustn't despair or think of it is a problem.

I'm confident he'll soon realise I'm the best therapist for his

particular problem."



"You are his therapist and you are my friend!"



"I think you are gorgeous, too.  If he should find another

therapist that he prefers, let me know.  I'll come round and

visit you because you are my friend -- nothing to do with

business."



But he never did try to change girls again.  From a happily

married man he had become a man whose sex life was run by a

foreign student and a prostitute!







* * *







By halfway through my 18th year I was really settled and

comfortable living with Gary.  Except that we never touched each

other sexually at all, we were like husband and wife.  I had

nothing to hide from him and he hid nothing from me.  Neither of

us paraded around the house naked but neither was the least bit

concerned about our bodies.  I felt no shame or modesty if he saw

me in the shower, for instance, or changing my clothes.  Neither

of us ever closed our bedroom or bathroom door.  I usually slept

in a sarong with no underwear and he always slept naked.  So it

was inevitable that I would see him nude on the occasions when I

would serve coffee in his room.  Sometimes he even had an

erection, which I am told is normal in the mornings.  The first

time he scrambled to cover himself and apologised.  But over 18

months I have seen it so many times that neither of us panics any

more.  We both accept it as part of the man-woman relationship.



We never touched each other -- which is not to say we didn't want

to.  We discussed this openly.  I once asked him, probably

because I was feeling guilty myself, "When you masturbate, what

do you have for a fantasy?"



"Do you want me to be really honest?" he asked.



"Always.  Always be honest with me."



"Well, I don't want you to feel threatened, but sometimes you are

part of it, especially if you tell me you're feeling sexy and I

know you're lying in your bed wanking yourself."



"I don't feel threatened.  I've always said I trust you."



"Then what do _you_ think about?  What is your fantasy?"



"That's why I asked you.  You know how you pull the sheet over

yourself when you are wanking?"



"Yes."



"Well, it's probably not a fantasy but a fact.  I just think

about watching your hand under the sheet.  If there's any fantasy

it's wondering what it looks like under the sheet.  I was feeling

a bit guilty about this because of our ground rules, and that's

why I asked you about your fantasy.  Now I feel a bit better."  I

smiled.



He had never hidden the fact that he needed this from time to

time.  If I entered the room then, I could see the sheet moving

up and down very quickly.  Usually I would leave him to his

privacy but sometimes I had walked in the door just as he was

about to orgasm.  He said quickly, "Hang on, I'm almost there."

A moment later I saw the tension on his face.  His hips thrust

two or three times and he was finished.



"Was that nice?" I asked the first time I witnessed it.



"Bloody beautiful!  You're not embarrassed, are you!"



It was not a question.  It was a statement.  He was right.  I was

not embarrassed, quite the opposite.  I said, "I'm a mixture of

intrigued, aroused and happy that you feel you can do that in

front of me and not upset me."



"You're a great lady, Su Li."  And then he asked, "How come I

have never caught you doing it?"



"Actually you have caught me often but you didn't know because I

stopped as soon as you walked in."



He grinned.  "I didn't know that.  Next time don't let me

interrupt you, okay?"



"Okay.  Next time I'll keep going.  We have no secrets!"



And from that day on if he walked in on me I would do the same.

I too would say, "Hang on, I'm nearly there!"







* * *







I have described all this to show how close our relationship was,

but by now you are wondering why I mentioned the fence earlier.



The workmen had removed it completely and had exposed the house

next door.  We had an unhindered view into their living room.  It

certainly made our garden look bigger as, no doubt, it made their

garden look different, too.



I love our garden and because the weather had been so dry I went

out to water it after dark.  Just as I raised the hose a movement

caught my eye and I glanced up.



Less than four meters from me I could see the Mrs. O'Bree's

granddaughter with a man.  They were hugging and kissing

passionately with open mouths.  The man's hands were inside her

T-shirt on the bare skin of her back.  Slowly, as I watched, they

moved around to the front.  He raised her T-shirt to her neck,

caressing her breasts and exposing them for all to see.  I could

not believe my eyes.



Then I realised what must have happened.  When she left, the

fence was up and no one had told her it was gone.  Fences don't

just disappear!  What would she think if she saw me watching?

Suddenly I felt exposed.  I was just beyond their window in my

light coloured shorts and top.  I dived for cover behind a bush,

watching them.  Then I had an idea.



"Gary!  Gary!" I called softly.  "Where are you?"



"What's the problem?" he asked, coming to the door.



"Quickly.  Come out into the garden.  Mrs. O'Bree's granddaughter

does not know the fence has been taken away and is making love

with her boyfriend.  Come and see."



In a moment he was beside me.  I pointed silently.  By now they

were lying on a sofa.  Her T-shirt was on the floor.  He was

sucking one breast and kneading the other.  She lay still with

her hands behind her head and a content look on her face.  She

may have been groaning but we could not hear because the

floor-to-ceiling glass doors were closed and the air conditioner

was on.



"Jesus Christ!" Gary murmured.  "They have no idea the fence is

gone and we can see them."



"What about the video camera?  Would it work in this light?"



"Shit yes! Good idea!"  He chuckled.  "Hang on!"



He was back almost immediately with the video camera and a

tripod, which he set up behind the bush that partially obscured

us.  He zoomed in on the couple on the sofa and turned it on to

_Record_.



They were desperately aroused now, furiously hugging, kissing and

fondling.



"My God, she's got beautiful tits!" Gary breathed in my ear.  I

had to agree with him: they were magnificent.



The couple changed positions.  Now he sat on the sofa and she sat

facing him.  He sucked her bare breasts one by one.  Her nipples

were certainly aroused.  Then she got off his lap and knelt

between his legs on the floor.



"Here we go," said Gary, almost panting.



"What?" I asked.



He just said, "Watch!"



She leaned forward and undid his trousers exposing his very erect

penis.  It looked the same size as Gary's though this guy was

much younger.



"Like yours," I whispered, and he nudged my arm good-naturedly.



As we watched, the girl put one hand around it, pumped it up and

down a few times and lowering her head, started to lick it.  Soon

she took it into her mouth and moved her head up and down.  Her

breasts were pressed against his knees, dislodging his hands

despite his efforts to hold on.  Eventually he gave up and lay

back as far as he could with his eyes closed.  From time to time

she took her mouth off the shaft to lick it and the balls

underneath.  He would say something to her that we couldn't hear,

then she would put it back in her mouth and continue sucking up

and down.



You can imagine the state I was in.  This was the first time a

couple had made love in front of my eyes.  Many people don't see

this in all their lives!  I moved backwards against Gary and

immediately felt his erection pressing my buttocks.  Quickly I

moved away.  I knew how aroused I was -- very wet between the

legs -- so I was not surprised to find him erect.



They stood up suddenly and tore off everything until they were

naked.  She lay down with one leg up on the back of the sofa and

one leg on the floor, her vagina shamelessly wide open.  With two

hands she pulled it apart, exposing it more.  He lowered his face

between her legs until we could only see the back of his head,

but it was obvious he was licking her.  She could not keep her

arms still.  They were flaying one moment and grasping her

breasts and squeezing her nipples the next.  I had never seen a

woman so turned on.  Time after time her hands went back to her

vagina and apparently were used to hold the lips apart for his

tongue before returning in rapture to her breasts or thrashing

about.



"I will never get sick of watching this video," Gary muttered.



"Nor will I," I agreed.



We both giggled.



Meanwhile the licking had run its course.  We had a perfect view

of the next phase in their lovemaking.  The guy moved up the

girl's body and she raised her legs, clasping them over his back

while one hand directed his penis into her.  Sexual intercourse -

in front of my  eyes and being recorded for viewing again and

again!



"I can't believe the view we are getting" Gary said.  "What great

luck!"



The guy started moving up and down, in and out with long slow

deliberate strokes.  We could see her legs hugging him tighter

and tighter as she strained to get as much inside her as she

could.  We could see her bottom coming up to meet him each time

he thrust.  They continued like this for about five minutes, long

slow strokes.



Suddenly he stopped.  She removed himself and stood up.  They

changed positions.  He lay on the sofa and she arranged herself

on top, squatting on her knees, lowering herself onto his

erection and pushing herself further down as she worked it inside

herself.  Now it was her turn to be active.  She was much quicker

than he, moving up and down very enthusiastically.



Gary moved to the video camera.  I crept up behind him.  "What

are you doing?  You aren't stopping it, are you?"



"No.  No way.  I am zooming in for a close-up!"



She seemed to be getting close to her orgasm, because she

suddenly stretched out her legs and lay directly on top.  Her

hips began to move in a circular motion.  Soon her orgasm was

obvious.  I had never seen a woman have an orgasm before but I

knew how I behaved, and I could see her similarity to me.



His orgasm must have been deep inside her.  They lay very still,

kissing each other gently from time to time, making no effort to

part.



Finally they separated and left the room.  We saw the bathroom

light go on and assumed they had gone to clean up.  Gary turned

off the camera and we both went inside.  In the living room Gary

pointed to his trousers: he had a huge bulge!



"What about you?" he asked.



"Dripping wet and horny as hell," I admitted.



"What do you want to do now?  Do you want to watch the video or

go to your bedroom and deal with yourself?"



"Do you know what I really want?"



"What?"



I said softly, "I'd like to watch the movie and wank myself at

the same time."



He reminded me, "The video machine is in my room, connected to my

TV."



"That's okay.  We can watch it in there."



"What?  Together?"



"Yes, together.  I want to watch them and I want to watch you.

And you can watch me too.  I had never felt so turned on!"



"But, no touching?  Right?"



"No touching!  You set it up please while I go and change into my

sarong."



I rushed to my bedroom and literally tore off my clothes.

Throwing on a sarong, I went to his bedroom.  He was lying in bed

with the remote control in his hand and a sheet up to his waist.



"Don't worry about the sheet," I said.  "I intend to take my

sarong off completely."



He flicked back the sheet.  Already his erection was clasped in

his right hand with the video control in his left.  I stood up

and let my sarong fall.  He looked at my pubic region with

surprise, "Jesus, look at you!  I can see how wet you are from

here."



I put my hands down and felt my legs and was not surprised at

what I felt.  I had never overflowed like that in my life before.



"Let's watch the video," I said impatiently.  "I can't wait any

longer."



I gently moved my fingers around my wet clitoris as the video

began.  Apart from noting how crystal clear and detailed it was,

I was far more interested in watching Gary pumping away on his

erection.  Was he watching the video?  No!  He was watching me.



"Turn around and face me," he commanded rather hoarsely.  "I

can't see what you're doing.  Your leg is in the way."



"What about the video?"



"What about it?  You aren't watching it.  You're watching me!"



"Turn it off!  We can watch it another time.  This is the sexiest

night of my life."



He turned off the video and I swung my bottom around to face him,

opening my legs as far as I could like the girl next door.  He

looked at my fingers rubbing myself around and around.  I turned

so that I could still watch him.  My first orgasm that night took

less than one minute.



"Oh my God, Gary it's coming already.  I can't stop it, it's so

strong.  Oh god, oh god!"



I shuddered as I climaxed, then lay back and watched him as I

slowly came back to earth and my buttocks stopped twitching.  He

pumped faster and faster.  I took my hand away and let him see my

vagina unhindered.  My legs were glistening wet.  Occasionally an

involuntary spasm made my bottom bounce.



Then he started! This was the first time I'd ever seen a man

masturbate and sperm ejaculate at his climax.  The sight of the

couple next door making love in front of my eyes was very erotic

and a huge turn on, but so also was the sight of this man, a man

for whom I had so much feeling, spurting his sperm into the air

and all over his tummy and chest.  During my orgasm I had tried

hard not to be vocal, but he was less restrained.  Hearing those

sounds was arousing, too.



"I have always imagined watching you do that," I told him with

great feeling.  "I have always imagined watching a couple have

sex.  And tonight I get to do both of my fantasies at once!



"I am going to lie back now and quietly and slowly have another

orgasm.  If you want me to go back to my own bed just say so

after I have come but now I just want to look at you while I do

it.  Is that okay?"



"That's okay.  When you've finished, Su Li, you can sleep here"



I stretched out, legs apart, my head turned towards him and

slowly, luxuriously, sensuously masturbated myself to an orgasm

that I can still remember to this day.  During one's life, no

doubt, most orgasms are all much the same, but to this day I

remember how immense was that second one in front of Gary, the

night we watched the couple making love.



I slept all night in his bed.  In the morning I was cuddled to

his front, one of my legs draped over him and my head against his

chest.  We were both naked.  Just as I was moving my leg from him

ready to go back to the other side of the bed, he whispered,

"Don't move yet.  Wank yourself while you still have your leg

over me".



I pushed my hand down between my legs and rubbed myself gently.

"I am still so wet.  And so horny.  I know I will come very

quickly"



"Good!  Have a big one."



I could feel it coming.  It was so nice!  As it peaked, the leg I

had over his hips uncontrollably gripped and pulled him tighter

while I threw an arm over his chest and hugged him close.  I was

vaguely aware as I pulled him to me how my parted wet vagina lips

seemed almost to suckle the hard tip of his penis.  What a lovely

feeling!



"Your turn," I said, parting us by rolling onto my back.



When he came this time, I knew what to expect.  The quantity was

less than the night before but still exciting to watch.



I laughed at him.  "When I see you come, I get horny and want to

wank myself and when you see me come you get horny and want to

wank.  What an interesting way to spend the day!"



Our relationship had changed forever.  I never slept alone again.



But more changed for me than where I slept. We threw our 'ground

rules' out the window and with indecent haste  my virginity

followed. 



Within two weeks I was on the pill and every night was an

adventure in assuaging our pent up lust for each other. And

strangely, almost laughably, I felt I was cheating on Jenny! 



As for our relationship with her, well, that is another story.







END

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