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Trial 
by deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. This is the last set of the 156 stories, posted as part of the
a.s.s.m. 2006 "deirdre fest."

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

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Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
age.

Permission granted to repost, to make available online, and to publish
in low-cost CD-ROM archives of alt groups if attributed to deirdre.
Permission granted to publish in periodicals and anthologies of this
type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment is
sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre

Trial 
by deirdre, 11/11/95

"Oh, nothing much", said Pat. I could tell that it was just an
automatic answer.

Something at that moment made me want *more* than social ritual. I
wonder if that desire was a good idea. "Oh come on," I pressed, "there
must be *something* new in your life!"

She sat there thinking for a second, then let out an involuntary
giggle. But she still just sat there, looking off in space, obviously
in thought. "What is it?" I prompted.

She seemed to come back to her senses: "Oh, nothing." But she didn't
say it like she did before, and now I was intrigued. She was still
smiling.

I gave her my *I don't believe you* look.

"Oh, you asked for it: Jerry and I..., well, we've been a little, uh,
*wild* lately."

"Wild?"

"Oh, I guess we're trying new things. OK, I *will* tell you!" She
paused for a second and I briefly wondered what I'd started here.
"We've got this *thing* we do now."

"Thing?"

"Yes: I'll tell him to take off his clothes." She paused, but I didn't
respond right away. She went on: "Just out of the blue, sometimes: I
tell him to." I made a fleeting attempt to imagine Carl and myself
sitting there, doing something else; then simply asking him to take off
his clothes. I tried to imagine Pat saying that to Jerry. I couldn't.

"You ask him to undress?"

"Yes! Well, I *tell* him. Then I tell him to lie in the bed. Then I get
on top!"

"Good grief!" I thought about what she said: telling Jerry to undress
and get on the bed. "You're making this up!"

"I certainly am not."

"And that's what you two *do* now?"

"Well, not every time. Well, lately it has been most of the time."

"How can you just *say* that to him?"

"He *likes* it!"

"How did you *know*? The first time?"

"Oh, I was just kidding a little and one thing led to another. But we
both love it!"

"I could *never* do that."

She looked thoughtful for a second. "Oh, I bet you could. You should
try it."

"With Carl? I don't think so."

"Oh, sure: I'll bet you'd love it."

"What about Carl?"

"What about him? He'd probably *love* something a little different. No
offense, of course."

I thought a little longer. This wasn't like Pat. "You're making all
this up," I repeated.

We didn't really continue the conversation at that point, but Pat
brought it up again the next time I saw her. *I should try it with
Carl*. And after that, Pat would bring it up whenever we spoke, always
urging me to try it. "So exactly what do you want me to do?" I finally
asked.

"Just pick some moment when you two have a little time and tell him to
take his clothes off."

"Just like that?"

"Make it seem like a little whim."

"But what if he thinks it's weird?"

"Just giggle and give him a smile and drop it. Late he'll wonder if it
were a joke."

"I don't believe you."

"Well, he'll at least *wonder*."

"No: I mean I don't believe you and Jerry do that."

She looked at me, obviously thinking. Finally she responded: "You want
me to prove it?"

I was sitting in their bedroom closet. I have no idea how I let her
talk me into this. Jerry had just come home and followed her into their
bedroom. I was behind a sliding door, but the closet was open so it was
easy for me to lean over and look out when I thought the coast was
clear.

"Get undressed." She'd actually said it! Her voice wasn't harsh, but
wasn't friendly either. He didn't say anything! I heard the sounds: he
was doing it!

Then it was quiet. My imagination worked overtime. They were just
standing there, probably facing each other. He just stood there while
she looked him over? Jerry? "Get on the bed." I almost jumped when I
heard her voice again. I heard movement.

"Get it hard." She says that!? I almost gasped. Did she remember I was
in here? She didn't mention this part before. I heard just a little
something. Rubbing? The bed squeaking?

"Good. Put these on."

"What?" came Jerry's voice.

"Just do it." I didn't know *what* this was about.

Then she was in the closet! She pulled on my arm. She wanted me to come
out! I couldn't believe this: I resisted. She leaned down and whispered
right in my ear: "I got him to put on sleeping shades; come on!"

I couldn't answer quietly enough because I couldn't get my mouth right
up to her ear. I was sure he'd be able to hear anything above the
softest whisper. She was insistent, and didn't even seem to be thinking
that I might want to say something in response. I didn't have a chance
to say anything. Finally I came out.

He was on the bed. Naked except for the shade over his eyes! She pulled
me right up next to him and I did my best to keep my movements silent.
Then her mouth was at my ear again: "Now do you believe me?"

I finally got to her ear: "I've got to get back in the closet." Looking
at her, I realized she was naked below the waist.

She didn't let go, but once again whispered in my ear; "What do you
think of his cock?" I just stood there wishing she'd let go of me.
"Look's good, doesn't it?" she went on. Then: "We could have *you* ride
it and he'd never know!"

My mind raced. *Then* she put her ear to my lips to let me speak. "I'd
better hide again."

She caught my ear again: "Want to touch it?" I just stood there,
frozen. Then she took my hand and held it out to his cock. My fingers
were on it. She withdrew her hand and for a few seconds I was lightly
rubbing it. "You like that?" she spoke out loud, her head right next to
mine.

"Yes," came Jerry's answer. I immediately pulled my hand away and
managed to get away from Pat back to the closet. Pat giggled a little.
I managed to get back in without any bumps or noises.

"You want me?" came Pat's voice again.

"Yes!" Jerry sounded almost hoarse. I heard movement, then bouncing.
The bed squeaking.

"You like this." It was Pat's voice; not phrased as a question either.

"Yes!"

I listened. Their breathing became stronger and stronger. The bed
noises became louder. I slipped my fingers into my pants and
underpants. It was obvious they both were getting into it more and
more. I couldn't help it: I fingered myself. I came.

I sat there, feeling lightheaded, recovering. It was a while, but I
needed the time: finally I heard them dress and leave. I still didn't
move.

Then Pat was back, pulling me out. "He's gone!" she said. In a second,
I was standing next to her. She was dressed. She looked at me: "You
came, didn't you?" she said. I didn't answer, but she didn't seem to
have any doubt. Then she kissed me. Just for a second and it was done.

I ended up walking back home, wondering most about that kiss. It had
been innocent, hadn't it? We'd just shared a little adventure. Or did
she mean something else? I didn't know--I just kept wondering about it.

She was still after me to try it with Carl. Carl and I were up in the
bedroom and I realized it was the right sort of moment. I looked at
him: would he want sex now? A part of me said *yes, of course he
would*. But I couldn't make myself say it. *Later*, I told myself, then
*some other time*.

"It's just not *me*," I was telling Pat, when I was over at her house
one day. Yes, she was still demanding updates. "I *tried* to say it,
but I *can't*."

"Of course you can."

"No! It's just too much."

She stood there thinking for a second. "You ought to practice," she
finally said.

"Practice?" I answered dumbly, trying to figure out what kind of
practice she could be thinking of.

"Yes. With me."

"Uh..."

"Just saying it! You've got to *hear* yourself saying it. Try saying
it."

"Pat..."

"Come on. *Take off your clothes*."

I stood there, wondering how I was going to get out of this. She just
stood there, waiting expectantly. Finally I said it: "Take off your
clothes."

She took them off. I just stared. She didn't waste any time: just got
undressed quickly and stood there. She looked serious. I stared at her
in shock.

Then she grinned for a second and spoke: "I just wanted you to see that
someone could take you seriously saying that." Suddenly I felt better,
more comfortable: this had been a little wild, even for Pat, but it was
definitely the same old Pat.

Then she went back to her earlier attitude. She just stood there,
facing me, waiting...

Finally I spoke: "Get in the bed."

She walked into the bedroom and lay down. I followed her. She just lay
there, still so serious. Naked. She still didn't end it: she just lay
there. There I was, in the bedroom with Pat, Pat naked on the bed,
waiting for me. What did she want?

She was willing. I *knew* she was. Pat wanted me? I just stared.

Finally I spoke: "Do yourself."

It was so perverse: I don't know what got into me. I wanted to see. She
wouldn't do *that* unless she were willing, would she?

She didn't hesitate: her fingers went to her sex and her knees bent.
She din't look at me at first, but after a little while when her
breathing had increased, she shifted her head and looked at me. But she
didn't stop: she just kept doing herself. Her eyes locked on mine.

She came and came. She was so loud: I just stared. Much louder than she
had been with Jerry. I ran.

At home, in my own bed, I masturbated.

She came over that evening and got me away from Carl. "Come back over,"
she said. "Jerry's there: we'll... we'll think of something..."


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