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Tried to 'borrow' a book from my partner last year, but she'd not
cooperated, so just had time to read the first chapter. This
woman author had written a novel on the premise that stories are
actually a conversation between the writer and the reader.

I can't remember the author's name or the title of the book.
Annoying. But anyway, now that I've got this writing thing going
on, you know, trying to learn how to put feelings and images into
words, I just had to explore the concept. So, dear reader, bear
with me. We're off into a narrative experiment, a conversation
with a stranger.

Conversations

What's that? I can't hear you very well. It's noisy in here, but
it's okay, I can fill in the blanks. So anyway, you ready? You
wanted to hear my story, you said.

Yeah. The one about Jeany Chow, the Chinese woman.

No, she didn't own a restaurant. She sells insurance, life
insurance. Well, sold. I don't know what she's up to now.

Yeah, I should call her. Maybe someday. Let's get to it.

I had an appointment with an insurance agent in this fancy office
that my money is going to help pay for. He met me in the lobby,
and he's walking me back to the customer interview room when I
heard this laugh. More like a shriek. Jeany and some woman were
in the copy machine room, probably telling lies about their love
life, I remember thinking.

Sorry. I get in a mood when I have to deal with insuranceagents.

'Cause they act like they are doing you such a favor. Like you're
so smart to be buying insurance when it's really just a bet.
Vegas gives you a better game, don't you think? This is off
topic. Where were we?

Oh, yeah. Well, we walked right past them, I saw her in there.
Her full moon face was split by a big grin. She was talking a
mile a minute until she saw me gawking at her. She gave me this
look like maybe I was tracking dog shit on her carpet. Then,
right away, she switches to 'customer mode'. You know, big phony
smile.

Yeah, all teeth and dead eyes. But, you know, there was something
about her face, her body. She's cute as hell, short, sort of
plump. You know, the kind of body that feels really good to
snuggle with on a cool night.

You don't think so? Well, to each his own. So, I give her the
heartfelt smile and tell her I liked her laugh. That her energy
warmed the room.

Okay, yeah. It's corny, but that's what she put into my head, and
I can tell she's looking at me for real now. No more dead eyes. I
wave and let this insurance kid prod me along. We get in the
little room and get our business done. I tell him to get the
Chinese woman, I want to talk to her. He leans back away from me
like he's repulsed by the request, says she's probably with a
client. Then get me her card, I tell him. He waffles. I tell him
I don't sign until I talk to her or her card's in my hand. He
gives me a look like I'm some kind of horn dog and leaves the
room.

Yeah, he didn't like the scene, but you know how easy it is to
mind fuck the young ones, especially when they're on commission.

Don't give me that face. You know the old and devious will beat
out the young and agile 'most every time.

Okay, back to the story.

Jeany pushes the door open, steps halfway into the room, like
hiding her body behind the door, and asks me what she can do for
me. I lie, tell her I'd like for her and her friend to have lunch
with me. She seems pleased, but covers it up. Then, surprise, she
says her friend is busy, so maybe just the two of us? I make a
big happy face, so does she.  I stand up and step closer to her.
The kid is dancing around in the hallway, so I poke a thumb at
the papers on the table, and tell him to mail me whatever. Jeany
is looking up at me with a silly grin on her face. I'm trying to
look at her face and chest at the same time. Her face is slightly
tanned, but her chest is that delicious creamy color that only a
few Chinese women have. My tongue tingles in my mouth. She says
she'll meet me in the lobby. I tell her no, meet me outside by
the fountain. She says yeah with a big smile and takes off down
the hallway with my eyeballs locked on her round, jiggling ass.
The kid is checking my signatures and I split.

Too easy you say? Hey, it happens that way sometimes. I know what
I want. She knows what she wants. We were in the same groove,
dear friend.

No, I'm not blase about it. Hey, when a woman chooses me, I won't
hang back if I feel connection. The gods are not that nice to us
very often.

Okay, okay. I'll keep to the story. So I go outside and sit by
the fountain near a pair of big hair Admin Assists. There's a
pack of Virginia Slims laying out between them so I bum one. They
are friendly, but it's easy to see I'm getting some fish eye.
Until Jeany shows up. They see her dancing up to me, and give
each other a look like 'shit, maybe we should've been
friendlier.'

Nah, women are competitive maybe, you know? They see Jeany's face
lit up like it's her 21st birthday party, and they just feel
maybe envious a little. I don't know, I'm guessing. Don't divert
me.

So we have lunch. She tells me she's a TT from LA. Temporary
Transfer. Been in town for a month. The office here was short
handed, so she's in 'NorCal' for six months. It's a nice break
from the traffic down south. We make a date for dinner that
night.

Yeah, that is fast. Hey, when you both know what you want,
there's no need to delay. I pick her up outside her office at
five sharp, and we go all the way across San Francisco. I take
her to Hamburger Mary's just to see if the crowd freaks her.

Where is it? SOMA. 12th and Folsom.

Yes, it can be weird in that part of town. I wanted to find out
right up front if she can handle the flip side.

So, anyway. The place is half full of suits gawking nervously at
the highly pierced other half. We both order Blue Cheese Tofu
burgers with home frys from a waitress with a big safety pin
through her nostril and upper lip, giving her face a permenant
sneer. Jeany takes it all in, giving me a look telling me she's
entertained by the scene. We people watch and gnosh our burgers.
The stiff suits are an amusing contrast to the uncaring,
slouching pierced. We can't talk much, the music is too loud. We
watch a pair of fawning fag hags 'come hither' at two limpid
eyed, blond pretty boys. I refuse to think about the scene if
their quest were to be successful.

Hey, Jeany said the same thing. All those people wishing they
could have a taste of what's on the other side. We all float to
our own comfort levels, I guess.

We get out of there and head for her place. She's in a company
apartment halfway up Nob Hill. She wants to soak in the hot tub.
I can do that. She throws me a pair of swim shorts and I change
in the bathroom. She's waiting for me with towels so I toss my
clothes on her couch and follow her to the tub. Her one-piece
suit's too small, so her butt cheeks were pooching out. She
looked so tasty.

Yes, I could admit to an oral fixation. Nobody's complained yet.
So we lounge around and chit chat. She does all the talking.
She's got a heavy load on her chest. No steady boy friend. She
says her mother screams at her when she talks about the white
guys she dates. She frowns at me that she's a banana. White on
the inside, yellow on the outside. Hadn't heard that one before I
tell her. Her mother is Chinese, she says, making a frowny face.
I'm Chinese-American. My kids will be just plain old American,
thank god. They wont know the problems of trying to conform to
two cultures.

You want to hear the sex part? We'll get there. We did a little
kissy face, some touchy feely in the tub, but have patience.
Jeany is worth waiting for.

So pretty soon I show her pruney fingertips. She hops out of the
tub, and stands there, letting me look her up and down. She's
short, maybe five foot two or three. Her belly is nicely rounded
under baby girl tits. Her hips are broader than her shoulders.
This is a mother of a woman. I feel a little surge of heat
looking at her.

Yeah, slim hard bodies are nice, but the package counts for less
when the content is so fine. You're younger than I thought.

No, that's not a put down. We're students of the world until the
day we die, you know. Somedays we are teacher and somedays we are
taught. C'est la vie, baby.

We go back up and she pulls me into the bathroom. Help me get
this suit off she says. I sit on the pot. She stands between my
knees. I pull the thing down her chest and out pops two of the
cutest boobies. Can't say tits. I put a little kiss on one and
lick the other nipple. Do it, she says with some heat in her
voice. Suck it, she commands. I follow orders. I sucked that
little hard pink thing like a starving child. She gets her
fingers in my hair and starts to laugh. But she's not laughing,
she's barking except when I bite then she chirps. I love the
sounds women make. They're all so different. Such sweet music.

Cut to the chase? This is the chase, friend. She pushed my head
away and turns to bend into the bath tub. Her round butt is right
in front of my face so I kiss it. She wiggles, trying to pull her
suit down over her hips. I help, of course. Her plump cheeks are
so fine, I bite her ass. Or try to. Her skin is too taut. I can't
take it anymore. I jump up, drop my shorts and try to poke a
first class piece of wood between her legs. She spreads, I bend
my knees and slide into her. One stroke, she's so wet. She chirps
and grunts at the same time. I made some funny noises myself, let
me tell you. I lean back against the sink and let her drive. She
wiggles and strokes and squeezes and makes happy little sounds
for a minute or five. I'm hangin' on tight to those cushy hips.
Then she stops and just presses back against me, her fingers
rubbing hard on her box. We didn't move for a bit, then I felt
her vagina clench. She sort of snorts out her breath.

Some are, some aren't, right? I wouldn't call Jeany a screamer.

I'm beginning to wonder if she's gonna stay like this all night
when she lifts off and turns around. She stares down at my wood,
frowning. She grabs it and wipes her juice off before dropping to
her knees. She looks up at me and says, your turn, opens her
mouth wide open and sticks her tongue out. It's my turn so I say
suck it. Her eyes flinch, but she tries. Busy tongue. Oh, yes.
Loved her busy tongue.


I'm back. Sorry. Got lost in that memory. She's sucking and
jacking and stroking my balls. Such enthusiasm. I warn her that
I'm close. She nods her head and mumbles, mm, hmm. I can't hold
back anymore. I start to squirt, my pleasure song reverbrating in
the tiled bathroom. She's clenched her eyes shut. She looks like
she's in pain. I notice the furious hand between her legs. My
world narrows, I'm just a dick now. A squirting, orgasming dick.

Yes, it was very nice. Very good for both of us maybe. I may have
burned my finger prints into the Formica. She stays on her knees
until I'm soft then stands, bends over the sink, and lets my
semen dribble out of her mouth. She seemed reluctant to part with
it, somehow. Before she could rinse I grabbed her shoulder and
pulled her into a kiss. That tongue again.

What do you mean, how could I do that? It's my semen. If she can,
I can.

Well, I'm off put when a woman wont kiss me after I've done an
hour of kitty licking for her.

You're right. Different strokes. It didn't take too long for me
to figure out that Jeany is a take charge woman. She goes for it
big time when she wants something. Sorta wish now I'd gone to LA
with her.

You think I'm sounding smug about her? Sorry 'bout that, but if I
let my real feelings come out, I'd probably be on the next plane
to Lalaland. You know how it is with Chinese women, don't you?

Ah, an hour later you're horny again. Sorry, couldn't resist.

You're very welcome. It felt good to share this story. Well, I
gotta go.

Sure, you can hear the Jeany and Carol story next time. You have
a nice day now, dear reader.


Conversation II Jeany and Carol

Well, hello. Nice to see you again. It's been a while. Hope
you've been well.

Well, I'm just sort of, ah, mezzo, mezzo. Fair to middling. So,
you ready for the Jeany and Carol story?

Good. Let me get a latte and we'll sit outside. It's too nice a
day to be cooped up in here, right?

Great. I'll meet you outside in just a minute if you'd care to
grab a table for us.



Thanks. Would you like to hear the story or would you like a
Jeany Chow status update first?

Well, she had something of a guy friend for a while that her
mother seemed to tolerate, at least.

Yeah, he was Caucasion, a cowboy type, boots and all. I guess
momma will take hapa haole over nothing.

It's Hawaiian. Means half white or mainlander actually, I think.

How'd I find all this out. Well, I spent a weekend with her last
month.

He went back to Texas. Missed his horse, or something.

Yeah, we messed up her sheets a bit, but I really don't know yet
if I'm ready for domesticated status. Although, the bi-cultural
aspect is very intriguing. Except for the heavy duty matriarchy
part. That can get, um, interesting.

Okay, okay. I'll stop blathering. Jeany hadn't met anyone to pal
around with when she was in the SF office until she met Carol in
their apartment pool. They had a nice chat in the sauna after
some laps and hit it off. During one of their talks, Carol, being
a very direct person, asked if Jeany had met any interesting men.
So Jeany told her about me.

I guess she said nice things 'cause Carol asked to meet me.

We had dinner together a few times and a movie once, but the fun
didn't start until one evening Jeany and I were just hanging when
Carol called. I'd been giving Jeany a massage, something we both
enjoyed.

'Course it's great for starters, but it also makes for a nice
interlude, you know. I'm no teenager. Try it sometime, after. You
might be in for a surprise.

Okay, back to Carol. Jeany's talking on the 'phone to Carol so I
start giving her feet a nice little rub. She has such tiny pretty
feet I've got to be careful not to acquire a full blown foot
fetish. Jeany was listening to Carol, and would let out funny
little pleasured noises as I rubbed. Carol must have wanted in,
so the next thing I know she's knocking on the door.

Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. Hoping, actually, 'cause
Carol's a very pretty, petit blond. A little reserved, but she's
got a nice look about her. So Jeany puts on this short little
yukata robe and let's her in. But, in a jiff, she's back sprawled
on her stomach on the living room rug. Carol's standing there,
her hands on her hips, giving me a wary eye. I just keep on
rubbing Jeany's feet.

Jeany, being the generous lady she is, asks Carol if she'd like
some of my magic. That made me feel rather good. Carol, sorta
tense, says she would and lays down next to Jeany. I straddle her
ass and start working on her shoulders. Her muscles are so
knotted it takes me a half an hour to de-kink her.

Oh, I enjoyed the hell out of it. God, she's a tight bod. She was
wearing this short sleeved silky blouse and it felt good to give
her my best. Pretty quick, she was making the same kind of funny
ooh and aah noises Jeany had been making, so I slid my hands
under her blouse and unfastened her bra strap. She gave me sort
of a warning glare over her shoulder, but didn't say anything.

I usually start with a light massage then build up to heavier
pressure then ease off. By the time I finished her back and
shoulders, Carol seems to be asleep. So I go back to my honey and
start working on the back of her thighs then I roll her over and
do the front. Did I tell you Jeany's skin is so silky soft? Maybe
'cause she eats a lot of rice, don't know. I'm rubbing and
stroking, just getting off on how good she feels, then I noticed
that Jeany was giving me the 'I want it now' look.

Well, her eyes are heavy lidded, her mouth's half open and she's
breathing fast. You know, and her cheeks are flushed. I don't
need to be hit over the head when I see that look, so it was time
to dive, bro, and dive I did.

Carol's asleep, man. I don't care, and Jeany is right fast past
caring about anything except what my tongue is doing for Cher.

Hell yes, she gets into it. She told me the two favorite parts of
my body are my thumbs and my tongue. Ain't she sweet?

So I get a lip lock on her clit and start pumping two fingers in
and out slow and easy. Pretty quick she's past the moaning stage
and is starting to 'Oh, god. Oh, god.' So, of course, I back off.
Jeany didn't appreciate losing my tongue action so she raps my
head with her knuckles. She wants a home run. Then this tingly
idea pops into my head. I start mauling her clit with my tongue
again and stick a third finger into her. She starts to 'Oh, god.'
again. I wait until her voice goes up an octave and pull my
fingers out.

The next 'Oh, god.' sounds a little frustrated so I give her two
fingers in her cunt and one up her ass. Something new for us. The
next 'Oh, god.' she adds a big 'no', but she's over the top. It
hits her so hard she curls into a crunch, trying to rip hunks of
shag out of the rug. Then Carol sits up and stares at us like
we're slime drooling aliens or something. Jeany's cunt and ass
hole have a death grip on my fingers. I'm so glad I didn't have
my dick in her. It would have been crushed.

No, I'm dead serious. She had the mother of all orgasms, at least
for the two of us.

Yeah, you'd think Carol being there would be inhibiting, but not
true, not true. Just the opposite.

I just grin at Carol. I couldn't read her expression. Her eyes
seemed frozen to mine. I think I made a good impression, she just
flinches when Jeany says 'Now do it for Carol.'

I think most women like it. I've met a few who were pretty
nervous at first, and one who actually refused to let me go down
on her. I erased her name from my Day Timer real quick. But let
me tell you, Carol got naked in less time than it takes to spell
'cunning linguist'. Sorry, couldn't resist. I mean she was blur
until her butt hit the rug. You know what such eagerness gets,
don't you?

Yeah, I took my time. I wish I could describe her expression. She
had this look on her face like a little girl begging a reluctant
daddy to buy her a pony.

You are right, I didn't make her wait long. I can't be that
cruel. 'Sides, I wanted my hands on her as much as she wanted my
tongue. Remember this woman is a sleek little hard body with
peaches and cream skin. Shit, I'd give this woman a tongue bath
at high noon in Union Square if she even hinted.

Okay, maybe I exaggerate, but you get the idea. I get up on hands
and knees and pull my sweat shirt off. I've got to feel this
woman's skin against me. Then it dawns on me, I've never even
hugged this sweet thing, much less kissed her. But my Daddy
always said, start at the bottom and work your way up. So I
grabbed her foot and started rubbing it, sort of kissing and
licking her instep. Her face told me I'd better follow Daddy's
advice a hell of a lot faster. Not wishing to displease, it took
me about three kisses and licks up her leg to get to her curly
pelt. At her knee, I got a whiff of her arousal. Heady wine,
indeed. I stuck my tongue in her as deep as I could and just
gloried in her rich flavor. I've never heard a woman whimper the
way she did at that moment. It was a whimper of relief, not pain.
I popped a kiss on her belly and then stuck my tongue into her
navel.

Hey, it's an orfice, sorta, so what the hell. I'm on hands and
knees now, working north. Each nipple gets a kiss, a lick and a
suck. She's quiet now, so I look at her face. Her eyes are
closed, her lips are parted slightly in a faint smile. She's
figured it out. We're on a slow stroll to the roller coaster
ride.

Well, 'cause I liked her. She's a nice young woman. I thought at
the time that maybe after Jeany headed south we could buddy up.

Well, I've got about fifteen years on her, so we probably aren't
a good fit as serious lovers.

Yeah, it's a shame maybe, but let me get back to the story. I
kiss her throat. She's got this long skinny neck I could just
almost wrap my fingers around. Love that. I kissed up the side of
her neck and along her cheek. She was tickling my cheek with her
warm fast breath. When finally our lips met, she wrapped her arms
around my neck, and we just pressed together. I lowered a bit and
gently scrubbed her nipples with my chest hair. She made a little
sound and stroked my lips with her tongue. I felt her smooth
thighs slide up my hips. God, she felt so open and vulnerable it
makes me shiver, even now.

I have no idea why she'd open up so fast. I felt like she was
telling me, I am yours, do with me what you will. I'm amazed and
honored by her trust at that moment still.

So, back at the ranch, Jeany made her presence felt by putting
her hand on my butt and tugging my sweats down. I felt her reach
under and grab my dick, trying to aim me into Carol's liquid
heat. I could have kissed her for that, but my lips were
'occupado'. I felt Carol's heels dig into my butt. She was
agreeable, it seemed. So I pushed, forcing my dick head into the
tightest cunt I'd known in a while. When my dick head popped
through, Carol's body gave a little twitch and she 'eeped'
through her nose. She'd never seen my dick and was surprised by
the feel. There's a knob on the end of my pole that's about half
way between a golf ball and a doorknob in size, depending on
circumstances, of course. This probably was the biggest thing
she'd ever had in there.

No, I'm not bragging about hauling around a monster pleaser. It
actually looks mal-formed when compared to the usual appendage.
Remember, Carol is very petit, less than a hundred pounds. And
very young, probably not that many lovers in her short life.

She's early twenties. Just started her first job after graduating
Bryn Mahr. Some Haverford guy probably got her first, and kept
her busy all four years. You want to hear about Carol or my
story? You are as easily side tracked as I am.

Jeany had given permission for me to give Carol the full
treatment, it seemed, so I attended to my duties with delight. I
started pumping slowly, going like a centimeter deeper with each
stroke. It was maybe three or four minutes before she had all of
me. She felt so good. She was like a warm, very slippery velvet
glove. I've not ever found anyone who felt so plush. I felt like
I could do this forever with this beautiful woman. When Carol's
hips started to grind with some urgency, it was tongue time. With
little reluctance I pulled out. I'd be back in there soon enough.
Carol didn't see it that way. She bit my lip and kicked my butt
with her heels. It pretty obvious the girl wanted her dick back.
Soon, very soon, I told her, raising up and looking her full in
the face. She gave me this heated 'you better' look that almost
made me laugh. I slid back to kneel before her alter of carnal
pleasure and did my duty. You know, it's really a treat to
pleasure a woman that way.

Yeah, maybe it is a power trip, but it's also very giving in a
way. Don't you think?

Well, I sure gave her my best. She was already about half way up
the first hill when I got her clit between my lips. I didn't have
to worry about being too gentle with her now so I gave her the
tongue lashing she wanted. I didn't tease, I gave her two fingers
right off and started sucking and licking like the madman I was.
Carol voiced her appreciation, loud and long. I was getting into
it too, my dick was a log under my belly. Her hips were
thrashing, her thighs were flapping, banging my ears. I saw, but
couldn't hear her fists bang the rug. Then Jeany leaned over and
bit her nipple. That did it. Her hips surged up, she screamed a
short high pitched, ear drum breaking squeal. Her body went
totally rigid, vibrating. I didn't stop licking, sucking and
pistoning my fingers. Her hips surged once more. She screamed
again, a short sharp sound barely heard from between her tightly
clamped thighs. Now the coup de gras. I split her legs and
scrambled up, my dick a hard, cunt seeking missile. I gored hard
into her to the hilt, mashing her clit with my bone.

'Oh, god. It's coming again.' She yelled and convulsed. Her
clamping cunt sucked me over the edge. I screamed out my own
pleasure.

No, don't talk for a moment. I still reliving the memory of a top
ten orgasm. Give me a minute.


No, that was it. We never got together again. We crossed paths
once in the apartment hallway, but she was tense and distant.
Jeany told me before she left for LA that Carol had not been so
friendly to her either. It's a mystery.

You know, I agree with you. She sure could have had a boyfriend
she hadn't told Jeany about. That makes sense. Well, it's time
for me to be off.

You are welcome. It's been a pleasure to share Jeany with you
again. Oh, I told her about you, by the way. She gave me 'ass
hole' status for a bit until I told her you'd never meet face to
face. One last thing. I'm taking a leave of absence, wont be back
for a while.

Where am I going? You have to ask, dear reader? I'm going to Los
Angeles. It's time to Chow down.





Mohandas K. Gandhi 1869-1948 is known as Mahatma (Great Soul) by
the people of India

"If non-violence is the law of our being, the future is with
women"




Writer's comments.

I sort of enjoyed the style of this experiment, but don't care
for the protaganist's defensive detachment, his superior
attitude. My intent was to attemp a portrayal of conversations
I've observed between strangers where establishing the pecking
order seemed more important than the social exchange. In the
future, I'll stick to the traditional mix of narrative and
dialogue. It's more fun if there is a 'color man' (or woman) in
the booth.

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