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Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Man's Story  (mF)  Chapter 39
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CHAPTER 39

I looked down at Lu's beautiful body lying face-down before me, and I
wondered what had just happened. Had I really made love to this
beautiful, worldly woman? 

I followed the long curve of her back to the rise of her buttocks, and
down past her thighs and calves to her tiny ankles. There wasn't a
mark or blemish anywhere. She didn't have the hidden look of strength
like Kristen or Erin did. Her body was like one solid piece of a
substance I couldn't describe. It was absolutely beautiful.

I thought of Molly's body and Lu's was different. Molly's was the body
of a perfect woman. Lu's is longer and leaner, like something you
might see in a painting or statue.

Looking again at her fantastic butt, I noticed some redness around her
anus. It couldn't have been from me. I couldn't have had sex in there;
that unbelievable butt was too perfect to defile with a penis.

I don't know how long I stared at her, but she finally turned her head
to me and said, "You must go now."

I wanted to say something clever, or thank her somehow. But it didn't
seem appropriate, so I just gathered up my things and left.

All the way to our room, I kept thinking about her. Making love to her
had been a fantasy! But the intensity had been disturbing, and it left
me with an uneasy feeling.

And who was Jun? 
Was it her pet name for Tomaso? 
Was it even a man's name?

I was tired and I needed to be alone for a while so I could think. 
When I got to my room, I took a quick shower and looked at myself. My
dick was still swollen and I had scratches up and down my back and
sides. Besides that, my mind was still in a whirl.

I lay down on the bed, but I couldn't nap.

How could I have done what I did? I may be only seventeen, but I know
better. I don't care how beautiful she is; there is no excuse for what
I did.
I kept thinking about Kristen. What I did was unforgivable, and I had
never felt this bad about anything in my entire life.

I don't know how long I lay there, but the next thing I knew the phone
was ringing and Mom was asking if I wanted to eat with them. So I
threw some water on my face and started for next door. I wondered if I
should call Lu and ask her if she wanted to come, but I didn't know
what to say, so I just figured I'd see her later.

When I got next door, they were all talking about the trip to Hoover
Dam and how interesting the scenery was. I tried to join the
conversation, but I couldn't clear my head of what I had done and how
it was going to affect Kristen. It must have been obvious at dinner,
because after we finished, Mom asked, "Pete, is something bothering
you?"

I just shook my head and said everything was fine.

After dinner, we went directly to the showroom. Tomaso had arranged
for a table close to the stage. We got there quite early and were
watching the showroom fill up, when Kate asked me, "Pete, did you and
Lu get all your shopping done?"

I was deep in thought when she asked the question, so it was a minute
before I said, "Uhh, sure. It was fine."

I guess I must have looked strange or something, because there was
kind of an awkward silence. Then Dad said, "Pete, come with me," and
we walked out of the showroom to a quiet hallway.

He said, "Okay. What's going on?"

I said, "Dad, I feel terrible. I betrayed Kristen this afternoon!"

I told him everything, including what I thought about Lu's need for
excess roughness. But I may have made a mistake at the end, when I
said, "She was like Clair Gilroy, Dad; she couldn't seem to get
enough!"

I don't think I ever saw my dad blush before. He raised his eyebrows
and said, "You've, uhh, been with Clair Gilroy?"

"Uh huh."

He seemed to ponder that for a minute. Then he said, "Well, what can I
help you with? Do you want to do something about Lu?"

It took me less than a second to say, "I don't want to do anything
about her. I feel terrible about it. I wish it never happened and I
hope she doesn't try to pursue me. What I did to Kristen is awful.
What shall I do, Dad? Shall I go to her and try to apologize?"

Dad looked at me for a while before he answered. Then he said,  "I
don't think you have to worry about Lu chasing you. I think she was
just looking for a good time. As far as Kristen goes, I'd leave it
alone if I were you and just see what happens."

"What if Tomaso finds out?"

Again, he didn't answer for a minute. Then he said, "It wouldn't
surprise me if he already knew."

"But Dad, how could he?"

"I don't know what, but something odd is going on with them. I noticed
it when she was staring at me at the beginning, and he didn't seem to
mind."

"Is it something bad? Should I worry about Kristen's association with
him?"

"I don't know. I'm leaving tomorrow, but you keep your eye on things.
Kristen is a big girl, but try to make sure she isn't in over her
head."
 
We heard the orchestra start, so we went back in and sat down.

A comedian, who we learned later worked for the hotel, opened the
show. He told jokes, did some juggling, and loosened up the audience.
 
Then the lights dimmed and Kristen stepped from behind the stage
curtain and into a spotlight. She was breathtaking. The wardrobe and
makeup department had made her look more beautiful than ever, and the
stage lights seemed to radiate from her.

She welcomed the audience, and thanked everyone for coming. Then she
made a joke about how the magic they were about to see, might not be
what they expected, but she hoped they would be pleased. Then she
introduced Tomaso.

I hadn't realized how popular he was. The enthusiastic applause went
on for a long time. 

He immediately sang a medley of his songs, and as before, his voice
was wonderful. The audience was eating it up, and when he finished,
they applauded for what seemed like five minutes. Then he sang a few
fast tunes, and when they were finished, he pulled a chair to center
stage, told some jokes and talked to the audience for a while.

After that, he stood up and said that he was going to introduce a
friend of his who was performing for the first time in Las Vegas, and
he brought out Kristen and introduced her as Kristen Baker. She seemed
to glide onstage. Tomaso took her hand, looked intently at her, the
houselights dimmed, and they were bathed in the spotlight.

They waited until there was absolute silence, and so quietly, you
could barely hear them, they started to sing the opening verse of
"Stardust." 

It was beautiful to watch them together. Their voices slowly increased
in volume, but they sang to each other as though they were alone. The
music that flowed from them was magical.

I knew that it was just part of the show, but It's a love song, and
along with everyone in the room, I was sure those two people on stage
were in love. 
I thought for a minute my heart would break.

When the song ended, the audience applauded wildly. Kristen bowed and
Tomaso stepped back and led more applause for her. Then he stepped
forward and said, "Not bad for a first timer huh?" The audience
applauded again and some people began yelling "More!"

Tomaso said to Kristen, "Do you think we can talk you into one more?"

Kristen was grinning so widely that I thought her face would break.
She  nodded, the room grew quiet and she began to sing
"Sunrise-Sunset!"

She was incredible. There wasn't a sound in the room but her voice.
People seemed dumbstruck by its clarity and fullness. She finished to
thunderous applause, and a big hug from Tomaso.

Tomaso finished with two more songs, and when he took his final bows,
he motioned for Kristen to join him on stage. When she came out, the
applause was deafening. I glanced at my watch, and was surprised to
see that nearly two hours had gone by.

We were sitting in our seats waiting for the room to clear, when a man
came to us and asked us to follow him backstage. We went through a
side entrance to a dressing room, and when we opened the door, Mr.
Mariani was there, hugging Kristen.

When we walked in, Kristen ran to me. We hugged, and she started
talking a mile-a-minute, asking me if I thought she did okay.

After I told her several times that I thought she did great, everyone
started congratulating her. Dad, Ben and Kate were gathered around
her, telling her how much they enjoyed her performance, and I noticed
Mom and Mr. Mariani standing slightly back from the group.  

I was close enough to hear Mom say to him, "I thought you were gone?"

He said, "I was; I just flew in to see her perform and I'm leaving
again in a few minutes. Why, did you miss me?"

Mom didn't answer; she just smiled.

Just then, Amy came in, carrying some papers. She went to Kristen and
stood beside her. Then she said, "Please everyone, we have to make
some changes for the next show, and I need to talk to Kristen."

We were leaving when Amy said to me, "Pete, Tomaso wants to talk to
you. His dressing room is across the hall."

A chill ran through me. Had he found out about Lu and I?
What was he going to say --?

When I got to his room, it was crowded with people congratulating him
for coming to the hotel's rescue, and telling him how great he was.
When he saw me, he nodded to a guy who was standing in the background.
The guy thanked everyone and began ushering everyone out. Then he
closed the door behind him.

Tomaso didn't say anything for a minute, and when he did, his face was
sad. He said, "Pete, I need to talk to you about some things. You
probably noticed that Lu wasn't with you when you watched the show.
She's in the hospital!"

My blood ran cold! What had I done? I know that our sex had been
rough, but had I really hurt her?

I was about to say something, when Tomaso held up his hand for
silence, and went went on. "Lu and I have been friends for a while. At
one point, we were even lovers. She grew up in the US and made a
considerable fortune in the stock market. Several years ago, she
bought a villa in Spain and retired."

Stunned, I blurted out, "Retired! But she's only a girl!"

"She's older than you think, but don't interrupt. I met her in Spain
and we traveled together for a while. I also wondered why she retired
so early, but whenever I would ask her about it, she would give me a
vague answer. Then one day she got ill, and was taken to the hospital.
When I visited her there, I talked with her doctor. He told me that
she has an inoperable cancer, and had less than a year to live. As
soon as she found out that I knew, she refused to travel with me
anymore. She said she didn't want to be a burden on me, but I knew the
real reason was because she saw that I was falling in love with her,
and she didn't want me to be hurt so badly when she passed. I pleaded
with her to stay with me, but nothing I said would change her mind.

"She left me and went back to Spain, and I haven't seen her for almost
six months. She heard that I was going to be in Las Vegas, and she
asked to meet me here. When she got here, she asked me to help her
live out a fantasy. She wanted to meet a handsome man and have an
interlude of nothing but sex. She had planned on it lasting for a day
or two, but she's very weak, and I guess your lovemaking was too much
for her. I suspect the end might be near."

I was in shock! How could that beautiful creature be dying? She looked
so perfect from the outside. How could it be true? Then something
crossed my mind.

I said, "So you knew that when we came back from shopping we were
going to have sex?"

"Yes."

"And it didn't bother you?"

"Yes it did, but it was something she wanted to do."

"Why didn't she do it with you?"

"Because she knew how I feel about her, and the finality of it would
have broken my heart."

"But why is she in the hospital? Did I do something to hurt her?"

"Not really. There was some blood; that's why she went to the
hospital. But she is so full of drugs that she doesn't feel much pain.
She went there to get checked to see if there had been any real
damage. There wasn't. When they discovered how far along the cancer
is, they wanted to keep her there, but she refused. She called her
family and they are driving in from LA to take her home."

I said, "So I won't have a chance to say goodbye?"

"No. I talked to her on the phone just now and this is the way she
wants it. She told me to thank you and tell you that you were
wonderful."

He stopped talking for a while. As I sat there thinking, his face took
on a look of terrible sadness.

I said, "How about you. Did you have a chance to say goodbye?"

"No, she wouldn't let me. All she said was, 'Remember me fondly,' and
she hung up."

Neither of us could say anything for a while. Then he went on. "Pete,
we have another concern. It's about Kristen. Before you ask, she'll
never hear about Lu, so put that out of your mind.

"But, Kristen has a wonderful talent. We are very excited about her.
My agent wants to sign her right now and take her on the road with us.
It would mean that she would be leaving Monday and you wouldn't see
her for quite some time. I know how she feels about you, and if you
insisted, she probably wouldn't go. But I'm asking you to make a
sacrifice, and encourage her to come with us. She doesn't realize how
good she is. With the proper management, she can be a superstar. We
can provide that management, and with my contacts, I think we can turn
her into something great."

I said, "You keep saying 'We.' Who else is in on this?"

"My agent, and her father."

Shocked, I said, "Her father! But I thought he liked me!"

"He does like you. But Pete, this is bigger than the two of you. She
has enormous potential."

A lot of emotions went racing through my mind, and one of them
surprised me by being a kind of relief. At first, I thought it was
because of Kristen's not finding out about Lu. But soon, I began to
realize that it was something else, and I needed to be alone to think
about things.

Tomaso could see that I was deep in thought and he said, "Think about
it. We'll hold off talking to her about it until Sunday."

I was about to leave, when I remembered something. I said, "Who is
Jun?"

It was as though I had slapped him. His head jerked around and he
asked, "Did she call you that?"

"Yes."

He looked out the window for a minute before he answered my question.
Then he turned to me and said, "Jun is a mythical God from the village
where her family is from. He was supposed to come to every woman once
in her life, and be her perfect lover. If she died without being
married, he would come for her and they would be together forever. I
wanted to be her 'Jun', but I never was. Apparently, she thought you
might be."

I was staggered at what he said, but there was such pain in his eyes,
I quickly lied, and said, "No, she said it before we made love. I
think she was talking about you."

I don't think he believed me, but his eyes were moist, and he put his
hand on my shoulder and said, "You're a good man, Pete." 

When I went back outside, Mom and Dad were gone. I was going to go
somewhere and think, when I heard Kristen calling me.

She came rushing to me and threw her arms around me.

She hugged me so tight it hurt my neck. Then she began raining kisses
on me. When she finally let up, I held her away from me and looked at
her. She still had the stage make-up on and she looked fabulous. And
for the first time in my life, I actually felt unworthy. She was
beyond beautiful; she was spectacular! And I felt like scum because of
what I had done to her. As I stood there looking at her, I vowed to
myself that I would never again let my penis do my thinking for me.

She went on and on about how much fun she was having, and how exciting
it was, being on stage in Las Vegas.

She was so happy that I pulled myself together and asked what she
wanted to do. It was just past midnight and Vegas was just coming to
life. She said that she wasn't a bit tired, and would like to visit
some of the late shows, so we went back to our room and she took a
quick shower. When she stepped out of the shower and was toweling off,
she gave me a horny look, but my penis was still a little sore, and I
didn't want her to see any scratches I might have, so I kidded her
about waiting until later. She was obviously still pumped from her
performance, so she didn't argue, and threw on some clothes.

We got in to a late show at the hotel next door. It was a good show,
but about halfway through it, I noticed her starting to nod off. The
excitement of the day was starting to wear off, and she was clearly
exhausted. So, as soon as it was over, we went back to our room.
We had just gotten in, when Amy came in. She had a serious look on her
face, and when I asked where she had been, she said she had been
talking to Mom and Dad. I asked her about the serious look and she
just shrugged it off.

She and Kristen both went right to bed and fell asleep instantly. I
lay next to Kristen for a long time thinking about the day's events.


Friday

The girls were both still sleeping when I got up the next morning. I
wanted to have breakfast with Dad and talk with him about Kristen
before he left. When I tapped on their door, he opened it and held his
finger to his lips so I would be quiet. 

I asked, "Mom still asleep?"

He nodded and said, "Yeah, she didn't sleep well last night."

"Is anything wrong?"

He looked at me for a second. Then he said, "No, she's fine," and we
went down to breakfast.

I told him what Tomaso said about me not getting in the way of
Kristen's leaving, and he said, "Well, do you love her?"

"Uhh, yeah, Dad, I think I do."

"Then you have no choice. You have to convince her to go."

Surprised, I asked, "What do you mean?"

"If you didn't care so much about her, the choice would be easy. If
you really love her, the choice would be the same, but it will be hard
on you. 
If you convince her not to go, she would always regret what might have
been. So, you have to let her to go, and if your love is strong
enough, it'll last until she finds out if a career is what she wants."

We finished breakfast and I walked with him to a waiting taxi. As he
rode off, I thought about what we had talked about. I knew what he
said was true, but I found myself missing her already.

When I went back to the room, Kristen and Amy were sitting on the bed,
talking. They were both in panties; Kristen was wearing one of my 
t-shirts and Amy was in one of her own. When I entered the room, they
looked up, smiled and went on with their conversation. Here were two
beautiful, almost naked girls, and neither one of them was paying any
attention to me. They were so cute that I couldn't stand it, and I
leaped between them and started roughhousing with both of them. They
began laughing and pummeling me. Before long, I let them wrestle me
down. In the process, there was a lot of bumping into each other. At
one point, Kristen was sitting on my chest while Amy sat on my legs. I
suddenly realized I had a huge hard-on.

Amy saw it first and yelled, "Oh my God! We're about to be attacked!"

Kristen turned around and saw what Amy meant. Kris immediately twisted
around. The two of them grabbed at me and tried to unzip me. I had to
scramble away, and it wasn't until I was standing at the side of the
room watching them laugh at me that I realized that I had run away
from two gorgeous girls. So I leered at them and started back toward
the bed just as there was a knock at the door. Both girls dashed for
the bathroom and I went to answer the knock. 

It was Kate.

She saw that my face was flushed and my hair was mussed. She grinned
and was looking around for the girls just as the shower started.

Finally, she asked, "You have breakfast yet?"

"Yeah, I ate with Dad earlier. Did you talk to Mom?"

Her eyes narrowed before she answered, and she said, "Yes, she's a
little tired from the late nights and the dancing, but she'll be
fine."

It surprised me, because I know how strong Mom is, but I forgot it
when the phone rang. It was Tomaso's agent asking for Kristen, so I
called to her. She stepped out of the bathroom wearing a robe and took
the call.

Kate and I were talking about what we were going to do today when
Kristen hung up and ran into the bathroom, calling for Amy. A minute
later, both girls came out. Kristen was giggling, and said, "I can't
believe it. They want me to sing a rock and roll production tune! They
even want me to dance. I have to start rehearsing right now. They want
Amy to come in around one o'clock to talk to her about staging. So I
gotta go!"

She gave me a quick hug and kiss, waved to Kate, and was gone. The
suddenness was disconcerting, and it left me with kind of an empty
feeling.

Amy and Kate were hungry, so we got Ben, and went to have breakfast.
I wasn't hungry, but I went with them and sat with them while they
ate.

My mind was wandering as I sat there. I watched Amy eating and
marveled again at how beautiful she had become. There is an inner
strength about her that's almost magical, and I can't imagine life
without having her near me. 

Some things about her remind me of Sam, and I wondered how she was
doing, and promised myself I would call her when I got home. 

Thinking about home made me think of how life had been with Kristen. I
had been close with her for quite some time, and while she had never
been clingy, she had occupied most of my time. She had been my first
full time girlfriend, and I wondered what life would be without her
and how badly I would miss her.

Suddenly I began thinking about the other girls in my life.

I thought about Della, and when we made love. Was that only a week
ago? She still had a place in my heart, and I wondered if we would
ever be together again.

Then Desi's face formed, and I remember marveling at how she had
matured in the short time I had been away. I could still see her as
she stood in front of Kristen and I, and told me how I would screw up
somehow and lose her. I wonder what she would think if she knew that I
was going to lose her for a whole different reason.

Even little Denise popped into my mind. Cute, vivacious Denise. I had
seen her go from a bitter person, to a happy smiling young lady in
just a few months. She was older than Desi, but somehow seemed
younger, and I couldn't think of her now without picturing a smile on
her face.

Next came Tammy. Beautiful, sophisticated Tammy, and how it felt
holding her next to me when we were together in Cantil. I never
thought that I could be happy for her to be with someone else, but
Tony seemed like a good guy, and I was glad for both of them.

Molly and Alice were another matter. I can't imagine ever looking at
Molly without holding my breath. She is so perfect she's almost beyond
description. So perfect, in fact, that I was never comfortable around
her. To this day, I can't believe I actually made love to her. 

Her sister Alice is probably the cleverest girl I ever knew. She isn't
smart in book matters, like Amy is, but I never saw anyone as focused
as she is. I like Alice a lot and I wish her well.

Then there is Kate and Sylvia. As close as Kate and I have been, it's
hard for me to think of her without thinking of Sylvia. Kate opened up
a whole world to me, and I often think of her beautiful body. It's
been a while since I've been with her, but I think I could draw her
entire body from memory. Her look, her smell, and her taste will
always be something I remember and use to gauge others. I know she
truly loves me, and that love will be something I will always hold
dear. But whenever I see her in my mind's eye, I see Sylvia standing
next to her or behind her.

Sylvia will always be something special to me and I'm not sure why.
She's beautiful, and she's sexy as hell, but there's more to it than
that. There is something basic about her that just seems to fit me.

I can talk for hours with Kate about anything in the world. But I
can't stand being around Sylvia for five minutes without wanting to
make love to her.

These thoughts and lots more were running through my head, when I felt
something and realized Kate was pulling at my sleeve.

She said, "You were day-dreaming. Where were you?" 

Ben was talking to Amy, so I leaned close and said quietly, "I was in
the den at Sylvia's, watching you serve coffee to us while you moved
to the music. I was remembering how the moonlight was shining through
the raindrops on the windows and casting shadows on your naked body."

There was a sharp intake of breath and her eyes narrowed. Then her
face flushed and her hand shook slightly as she set down the coffee
cup she had been holding. She turned quickly to Ben and said, "Come,
dear, finish your coffee. Amy has to go and I want to look in on
Beth."

When we got to Mom's room, she was up, dressed and finishing some
breakfast that room service had dropped off. She seemed fine, and said
to Amy that she could bring her things back if she wanted to.

Amy and I went to our room right away. She gathered up her things and
said, "It's been fun being in here with you guys. But I'll give you
some privacy."

It was after twelve-thirty and she was obviously in a hurry, but she
gave me a hug before leaving. I followed her back to her room and
found that Ben and Kate were talking about going to the mall where Lu
and I had gone, so I told them, "I'll hang around here for a while." 

A few minutes later I went down to the arcade. After feeding some
quarters into the machines, I got bored and wandered around looking at
the casino.

There were lots of shops around, and over in a corner by itself was a
bookstore. It was quite large and had chairs around so you could relax
and read. So I grabbed a car magazine and sat down for a while. When I
finished with it I went to a section marked "K" and was looking for
the latest Stephen King book, when I saw a book by someone named
Kinkaid, titled "A Sexual Being."

Intrigued, I pick it up and began thumbing through it. It turned out
to be a similar book to the one in Cantil, and it was full of pictures
of couples doing all sorts of things. There were only a few things I
hadn't seen before until I found a chapter titled "Ben-Wa Balls." It
showed how to insert them and went on for a while explaining how and
where a girl should use them and how they felt to her. It sounded
interesting and I had plenty of time and nothing else to do, so I took
a stroll down to the sex shop where Kristen and I had been.

There was a different guy behind the counter, and when I asked him
about Ben-Wa balls, he took me to a showcase and pulled out several
different kinds. After I asked him what he recommended, he pushed some
blue ones towards me and said, "These are Sylicatone balls. They are a
steel ball within a slightly larger silicone sphere. Slip these inside
her and let her walk around for a while. They knock together and make
a vibration that'll drive her crazy."

They were a little larger then I expected, and seemed to be held
together by a plastic cord. On a whim, I paid for them, and was about
to leave, when I heard loud voices coming from the back of the store.
An old fat guy came out, followed by the skinny girl we had seen
working in the little room the other night. She was in street clothes
and was screaming at him about some money she said he owed her. They
had just passed me when he turned and slapped her, hard. She stumbled
past me and knocked down a video display rack, and videos flew
everywhere. She was trying to regain her balance, when he roared
something about her ruining his store, and started at her with a
closed fist. He weighed at least three hundred pounds, and I doubt if
the girl weighed a hundred. I just couldn't let him hit her, so as he
went by I pushed him onto the fallen rack. He sprawled on top of it
and I grabbed the girl and pulled her out of the store. 

When we got outside, I expected her to thank me. Instead, she glared
at me and said, "What the fuck are you doing? Do you want to get me
fired?"

"B-But he was going to hit you!" I stammered.

"Yeah, but he always feels sorry, and pays me what he owes me."

Shocked, I said, "But that's no way to live!"

When she turned to me this time, she was really angry. She said, "What
the fuck do you care about how I live? You people come here and
pretend that you're all high-rollers. But you're all after the same
thing, and when I give you what you want, you always complain about
the price!"

I looked at her and tried to imagine who her 'customers' might be. I
had seen some girls at the bars in the hotels who were probably
'working', and some of them were quite pretty. This skinny,
plain-looking girl was no match for them and for some reason, my heart
went out to her.

I asked, "Are you hungry?"

She frowned and said, "Is that a proposition?"

I said, "No, I'm asking if you would like to get something to eat."

Her face softened a little and she was about to answer, when a voice
behind us said, "Bobby, get your ass back here; Jimmy has to go!"

It was the fat guy, and he was standing with his hands on his hips.

She said, "I gotta go; Jimmy has to get to class."

"Where are you going?"

"Jimmy works the counter during the day. But three days a week, he
goes to school. I work the counter those days until the night guy
comes in."

I looked at the fat guy and said, "Are you sure you're gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, his bark is worse than his bite. He don't hit me much, and he
lets me stay in a room over the store. He don't let any of the other
girls stay there, I think he kinda likes me."

She turned and walked back toward the fat guy and I tried to picture
them together. I was still giggling to myself when I got back to the
hotel.

I went to our room and sat on the bed looking at what I bought. There
was a small wooden box, and inside it, there were two rather large,
smooth plastic balls and a small book of instructions. I opened it and
started reading,

Sylicatone balls are two ball bearings that are encased in a slightly
larger plastic sphere. These plastic spheres are then covered with
100% pure silicone. These two balls are joined together with a piece
of string or nylon cord, which allows the user to retrieve the balls
from the vagina after use. The plastic casing allows the heavier
bearings inside to roll around causing different sensations as the
wearer's hips move about. Sylicatone balls provide interesting
sensations. Most women claim extremely heightened sexual awareness.

It went on to explain how vaginal musculature would be improved and
showed several pictures of their installation.

It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't actually had an orgasm at the
end with Lu and I was getting horny reading the brochure. I thought
about doing something about it, but decided against it. This turned
out to be fortunate, because just then I heard someone the door. I
shoved the box under my pillow as Kristen came in and threw herself
down on the bed beside me. She was wet with perspiration and I could
feel heat radiating from her body.

I said, "What's going on? Why are you so hot?"

She looked weakly at me and said, "Damn! Dancing is hard work!"

I grinned and nodded, saying, "Yep. It certainly can be. Now, once
more, what's going on? Why are you dancing?"

"It's for the rock and roll number. They have me running around the
stage like some kind of damn ballerina. I must have practiced it a
hundred times."

"Are you going to do it in the next show?"

"No, we're not quite ready. We may try to put it in the late show."

She sat up, smiled and said, "They told me to rest for a while. I have
to take a shower. Wanna wash my back?"

I leered at her and said, "Yeah, I'll wash your back. If you play your
cards right, I may even wash your front."

We started tearing off our clothes and ran laughing into the shower.

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