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From: Jack C Lipton <jcl@penrij.uucp.jtan.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Ecstatic Cling [04/12] Evelyn (rom MF oral slow hyp mc reluc bond(light) public)
Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2003 23:10:07 -0400
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Author: Jack C Lipton <cupasoup@softhome.net>
Title: Ecstatic Cling: Evelyn
Part: 04/12
Universe: Ecstatic Cling
Summary: Marital Issues get resolved the "hard" way
Keywords: rom MF oral slow hyp mc reluc bond(light) public
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		      Ecstatic Cling
		    Night  4:   Evelyn

		     by Jack C Lipton

Evelyn turned out to be rather aggressive in our "cleansing"
exercise and had learned enough to give good cues to me when
I went down on her to guide me in doing the best I could for
her.  Her own concentration when it was my turn was lacking.

While we were getting the dining room ready for dinner I did
not hide my disappointment, which was two-pronged.  She'd
shown little enthusiasm in giving me a blow job and she was
resisting the need to work closely with me.  She was much
less cooperative than even Dawn had been.  We didn't fight
but I did tell her that she was making me miss Beth a LOT.

She stopped and asked me why?

"Because she paid so much attention to me that I could work
with her.  We both knew and agreed on what needed to be done
so we concentrated on each other.  It was like magic.  I
followed her as much as she followed me."

"Sounds like a tough act to follow."

I sighed, nodding.  "I'm sorry, but, yes, you're right.  I
got spoiled."

"Well, let's try something.  Forget I'm me and I'll forget
you're you, let's see how we can work this out."

We picked up our work and, will little hints here and there
started to work together better.  We slowly forgot how much
we found the situation uncomfortable so we poured more and
more attention on each other.

It's funny but as soon as we started touching each other and
kissing here and there things started to swing and our work
got to be fun.

We took the time before dinner to handle some biological
imperatives (no, we didn't jump each other), washed up and
went back in for dinner.  We sat and looked over this
evening's meal-  fried chicken, biscuits, gravy and even my
favorite, potato wedges.  Some couples went straight into
the impaled mode, we spent some time breaking up the food so
we wouldn't have an awkward time eating, *then* we got into
that "nice" position and Evelyn was on my lap.  We didn't
start eating right away, she went along with my desire to
kiss and caress her, which she returned.  I was having a
good time before we started eating and it felt like her eyes
were glowing as we fed each other.  I even applied gravy to
her small breasts and, well, went to town on them.

During dinner we stopped pretty often to just kiss and
cuddle.  She was getting close to her climax and, to my
utter surprise, started talking dirty to me, something I'd
never been really exposed to.

Panting, she started with, "Oh, I'm getting close, I'm going
to cum on your lap, Oh, I want you to cum in me, give it to
me, yes, fuck me full, fuck me..."

I'd never realized how exciting being told to cum like that
was.  When she came it was obvious from the squeezes
matching her moaning so I did as she'd bid and came in her.

Once we'd stopped panting we thanked each other and kissed
before finishing the meal.  I cuddled her as best I could
after my erection fell out of her.

I watched the others afterward and whispered in her ear
about how few of them were really getting into it.

Cleaning the dining room with Evelyn wasn't as bad as the
setup had been;  we were finally getting "in tune" with each
other.

Entering group discussion we were already feeling pretty
mellow and kept touching each other's hands and looking at
each other.  We got dragged out of this loop early on:

"Jack, Evelyn, you both seem to be getting along pretty well
at dinner and even now.  So what are you doing right?"

All I could do was shrug.  It beat me.  Evelyn, though, did
find something to say.  "Well, he puts all of his attention
on me, listening to me, watching me when we're working.  I
started out a bit spooked so I tried to pay close attention
to him, and, well, I don't understand why it works.  The
more attention" she faced me, looked in my eyes as she
continued "I give him, the more he gives me back.  It's so
different.  I remember when John would look at me that way
but ... he stopped ... Oh ..."

I could watch Evelyn's pupils dilate and shrink in cycles,
she was remembering things.  Some were obviously pleasant
but she had enough bad memories too.  We had silence for her
to think.

"... it was me, it was me!" she finished and started sobbing
on my chest, me doing my best to hold her.

I had no idea what revelation she really had but I could
feel her shaking all the way to her core.  This woman was
hurting.

She finally pulled her head away from my chest, turned to
her husband who was now standing by us with his current
partner Peggy and wailed, "I'm sorry, John, I'm sorry.  I
didn't know!  I didn't know!"

John ended up on the hot seat while I held this sobbing woman
in my free arm.

"So, John, what didn't she know?"

"I'm not sure, but she must now realize that I backed away
when I wasn't getting much attention from her.  I was pretty
pissed at her because she wouldn't talk to me much and sex
was pretty uninspiring, so I backed off."

Evelyn had somehow cried herself to sleep in my arms.  I
kissed her forehead as she dozed.

The meeting was a little quieter but both Carl and Walter
were getting feedback from Belle and Sandi, their current
partners.  They weren't enjoying it.

When the session broke up we went to shower which was a nice
quiet session and I didn't do much for her and I encouraged
her to take it easy and not do anything for me considering
how drained she was.  I knew she was still upset and more
than a little angry with herself.  We went to bed and she
was passive enough to accept my cuddling.  I kissed the back
of her neck and told her to sleep and have happy dreams.

It seems I couldn't get anything right, she started sobbing
again.  The only thing I could think of doing was to rock
her and I just told her to relax, that she was safe, that I
loved her...

Oh, yes, I did love her.  I also loved Helen, Alice, Dawn
and Beth.  I would not want them to be hurt by anyone, most
especially by me.

She quieted down and soon faded to sleep.  Despite how upset
I'd gotten dealing with her emotional pain, I also managed
to pass out.

Morning was a serious jolt to me as the wakeup call rang the
phone.  Evelyn was still asleep, her head on my right
shoulder and her right arm across my chest.  I kissed her
forehead before reaching for the phone.  When I turned back
to her she was looking at me.

"Are you all right, Ev?"

She nodded.

"OK then, we might as well get up and see about getting to
the exercise room."

"But... don't you want to fuck me?"

What a question.  I was also bothered by the phrasing, but
the answer was the same:  "Not my choice.  You were hurting
a lot last night.  And I don't like to fuck, really."

She looked puzzled before asking, "But... I thought..."

Oh, she must not realize what I meant.  "I'd much rather
make love with you.  That's with you, not *to* you, OK?  I'm
not about to pressure you either.  If you want me you'll let
me know in some way I can't ignore.  If you don't want me,
well, I'm not going to chase you."

Her face had a couple of emotional jumps before she agreed
that we needed to get up since she needed to pee.

We used the big shower stall to pee and rinsed off the lower
half of our bodies, dried, and headed off to the exercise
room.  Once my bladder was empty my erection faded
completely.

Our "pull down" exercise was fun with her chest rubbing mine
and my erection showed itself again, slapping her bare pubes
as we worked the bar.

We did the weights without any overt sexual contact and soon
readied for our shower when Evelyn-- or, as I was calling
her, "Ev"-- shaved me and did an exceptional job.  I thanked
her as we got ready to start our shower.

"Thanks, that's the best job I've done since I got here.  It
was nice of you to trust me."

I kissed her and told her she'd done a good job.

We didn't do the straddle thing this morning at breakfast
(though it seems every body else did) and we had a nice and
relaxing meal.

However, I got hit between the eyes this morning, when the
TV and VCR played our morning conversation:

   "If you want me you'll let me know in some way I can't
   ignore.  If you don't want me, well, I'm not going to
   chase you."

"Jack, would you care to let us know what you meant by this?
And has it applied to Helen as well?"

"Of course it applied and applies to Helen.  She hasn't been
comfortable when I'm even moderately aggressive.  I did
realize, fairly early on, that, if she's not interested in
me she won't pursue me.  If she doesn't pursue me, she's
not interested in me.  And if I have to pursue her all the
time, well, I feel like shit.  So I figured I'd wait.  As I
got less and less of her attention I dropped the amount of
time and attention I gave her, it had become a losing game. 
What was the point to further investments in time and
attention?  I got nothing out of it except some short-lived
sexual pleasure."  I shrugged.

"Well, Jack, what were you looking for?"

"For my needs to be important to her.  I didn't need her to
'put up' with my sex drive, I needed her to find me
desirable enough for her to chase me.  I had my manhood all
invested in her and, well, that was it."

"Helen, what do you think of what your husband said?"

I looked over, she looked puzzled.  "I don't understand."

"Jack said he needed for you to be sexually interested in
him so that he'd feel like a man.  What stopped you from
giving him attention?"

"Well, we worked, I'd be tired when we got home.  Oh, yeah,
he used to rub my feet but he stopped."

"Why did he stop?"

"I don't know, he just did.  Not all at once, of course.  He
just spent less and less time doing my feet."

"And what did you do for him?"

"What?"  She still looked very perplexed.  She could not be
this thick, could she?

Ruth sighed and shook her head in disappointment.  I was
getting better at reading facial expressions.  Ruth's
husband jumped in, "How much time and attention did you give
his feet?"

Helen stared at him.  "But his feet didn't hurt like mine."

Leon just rolled his eyes.  Bill, her current partner, was
staring at her like she had two heads.  "Helen, didn't Jack
deserve any attention?"

"Of course nn...." she stopped, eyes going wide.  "Uh...  he
never told me that his feet hurt.  He never asked..."

"Did you ever ask?"

"No, I'd take off my shoes and put my feet up on the coffee
table.  He'd have me move to put my feet in his lap and he'd
start to rub and massage them."

"So, you didn't tell him, you didn't ask him, he volunteered
to do this for you.  What did you volunteer to do for him?"

"Well I'd tell him he could hold me in bed."

This time I could hear a lot of snickers rolling across the
room.

"So, you didn't really want your husband's attention, did
you?" asked Ruth again.

"Of course I wanted his attention.  He used to be very nice
to me, rubbing and scratching my back, brushing my hair and
helping me dress."

"And how did you reward him for doing this?"

"Well, I'd thank him and kiss him for being so considerate."

"And how long did it take for him to stop doing anything for
you?"

"Oh, I don't know, a couple of months."

I added, "Actually, more like a year, hon.  I kept hoping."

Ruth looked at me, then at Joanie, Carl's wife.  "Joanie,
how long did it take for you to stop treating Carl so
special?"

"Oh, about four months.  He didn't seem interested in my
attention so I figured that if it wasn't important enough to
him, why was I doing it?"

Ruth polled three others, none of whom got past eight
months.

"So, it would be safe to say that Jack is an idiot, right?"

Walter agreed instantly.

Ruth hit him, "Well, you've been an idiot, too, Walter.  You
neglected your wife's need to feel special, too."

Alice came to my defense, with, "If he's an idiot, he's *my*
kind of idiot.  I made the same kind of mistake and didn't
learn my lesson soon enough."

Beth also spoke up, "He's less of an idiot than I am, I've
still been trying to get my husband to notice that I've got
needs too, and it's been over a year and a half."

Peggy's husband Bill was nodding, as was June's husband
Mark.

"So it seems we have the neglected and the neglecter.
Evelyn, you want to add anything here?"

I could tell her eyes were quite wet, already tears had run
down her face.  She closed her eyes and shook her head
before trying to burrow into me.  I held her and scratched
her back in lazy circles.

"Jack, what are you doing?  She didn't put out for you last
night, so why..."

"She's hurting and she needs to feel loved.  I don't know
why, but she has a nice smile and I enjoyed working with her
yesterday."

"But doesn't she need to pay for that in sex?"

What a stupid question.  "Of course not.  She already has
quite a lot of credit with me because of how well we worked
together last night.  If she really wanted to have sex," I
shrugged, "she'd let me know in some obvious way.  Don't get
me wrong, the amount of sexual activity I've faced here far
exceeds anything I've ever experienced or believed possible,
but in some ways it feels better to be useful and wanted."

"So, that said, Helen?  What did you do to make your husband
feel useful and wanted?"

"Well, we were married.  I stayed faithful to him."

"How is staying faithful much of a stretch for you?  I mean,
if you weren't going to have sex with him, were you
interested in having sex with other men but restrained
yourself?"

I was beginning to think that Helen's reputed intelligence
was lacking.  I knew she was quite smart but none of it was
showing here.  Helen just spluttered, "What?"

"OK, let's step back a bit.  How often did you have sex with
your husband?"

"Well we would have sex the first night after my period
ended.  I didn't want to get pregnant."

"And how did this work?"

"I'd ask him if he wanted to have sex with me.  After a
while he just would roll over when I asked and go to sleep
without answering me."

Dawn opened her mouth, paused, then spoke, "It sure doesn't
sound like you did anything but just let him climb on top of
you.  How did you feel when he didn't even try?"

"Well, irritated, figuring that he'd just try at a bad time
of the month.  I didn't want to get pregnant."

Dawn had a shocked look on her face.  "You know, Helen, I
tended to ignore my husband too, which is why we're here
with everyone else.  What would you have done if he had gone
out and fooled around?"

"Oh, I'd be pretty damn pissed off.  My first husband did
that, and I divorced the bastard."

"And you wanted to be divorced again?"

"Of course not!  Everything was fine until he stopped
rubbing my feet."

I just put my face in my hands, my ultimate stupidity was
fully revealed.

"So, Helen, you're not really all that interested in having
sex, right?"

"Of course not.  It's not ladylike."

I couldn't watch but I could hear the derisive laughter.

"So, will you get a divorce now that Jack knows he can find
a woman who actually finds him interesting?"

"But... I really should be married.  Especially if I'll be
pregnant."

"Helen, start thinking about it.  You can be non-sexual and
live alone, giving your child away, or you can have both a
husband and a child.  I'm not currently sanguine about your
chances of the latter, and, given your current blind-spots,
I'm not sure you should keep a child anyway.  Do you even
want your husband?"

"Of course, but I want him like he was when we got married."

"Well, maybe you can get him a pre-frontal lobotomy since
he'd need one, along with castration, to stay on as your
servant.  No, not a servant.  A slave.  You want a slave."

"Of course not!  I want my husband.  I want his respect and
his consideration and his support.  I want him to be kind to
me."

"Right, but you don't want to pay for it."

"Pay?"

"Yes, he was your slave because he thought you loved him,
but it looks like you only really loved the work he did for
you.  Initially he wouldn't expect much in compensation.
When he realized that no real consideration was forthcoming,
well, he backed off.  You'd used up all of your credit with
him, and, given this program, he's aware of how indebted you
are to him."

I was really hoping that Helen wasn't really this stupid.
It was a relief when the subject was changed and we saw a
tape of Helen's orgasm of the morning.  "Helen, unless there
is something odd about this, we'd suspect you just ovulated
this morning."

Bill was quite black.  Wow, that'd undercut Helen with her
friends.  I figured that in another week and a half I'd know
if Helen and I would be together.  Or not.  It all depended
upon whether she still wanted to be.  A part of me was hurt
by this news but yet another was elated since she'd need ME
for a change, and I'd find out, for good or ill, how
important I really was.

Helen was left to stew as other film clips were shown and
commented on.  Carl and Walter were not reassured, nor were
either June or Peggy.

The meeting wound down without anything more aimed at me or
Helen.

Our work to clean up guest rooms went quickly since we got
back into the groove of working together more easily than we
had before.  I gave her attention, none of it overtly
sexual, which she matched very well.  My dick didn't spend
as much time at attention as I would have feared but, after
finishing the third room, she put down a towel on a bed we'd
just made and pulled me on top of her.  I was startled, so I
went "Huh?".

"Jack, right now, I am *so* wet, I want you *NOW*.  Just get
your dick into me as quick as you can.  Please love me?"

I'm not a complete idiot, of course.  I loved her so I did
my best to hold her and comfort her in that most intimate of
embraces.

I didn't last long, of course.  We were most fortunate that
she didn't need me to.  As much a simultaneous orgasms are
usually the exception, they seemed to be the rule from which
there were few exceptions this week.

We kissed and cuddled as we came down from our high and were
soon cleaning up and re-straightening the covers on the bed
we'd used.

We still had some time before getting into lunch preparation
so we went for a walk on the beach.  I enjoyed holding her
hand as we walked in the sand.  We did stop now and then to
kiss and hold each other.

Lunch was on the gas grill again and we were getting
everything together for the task.  Evelyn and I discussed
how to do the lunch stuff and, with the time coming, we got
the chicken onto the grill on one side and lit the other.

As the crew filtered in we were flipping burgers, toasting
buns, making sure the hot-dogs were ready, the beans were
nice and hot on the side burner and started to dish people
up.

Once we'd served everybody we were able to shut off the gas
and go to sit down.

Unlike the others we didn't "assume the position" but we ate
so close to each other and fed each other, her eyes, like
mine, looking at each other.

We did help a little with the clean-up and, when the time
rolled around, went to my psych session.  By now I knew that
we were undergoing a hypnotic session.

The session went fast, they put us under almost immediately.

 From there we went and cleaned up the lobby.  Finally I was
not part of an exhibition.

"So, Jack, Evelyn, not giving us a good example?"

Ev shook her head.  "I didn't feel up to it right now."  I
just shrugged.  What could I add?

Our little tryst was up on the screen and Ruth commented "I
am pleased that you're not completely off sexual activity,
Evelyn."

Evelyn nodded.  "It just took a while for me to feel better.
Jack helped a bit."

It was time for me to be re-partnered.  It was Joanie's turn
to be my partner.  I didn't know how she was doing but her
husband was still a thick brick in the discussions.

			End Ch 04

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