Everybody was thinking the same thing but naturally, it was left to Lucy to enunciate it. “Summer has to kiss Sid’s cock,” she looked around. “Then we’re all even. Everyone agreed?”
An hour before, her suggestion would have been greeted with shock, but the booze and the recently transpired events had changed everything. This had become a rite of passage - it was their secret and the circle had to be completed.
Sid looked at Summer apprehensively. Even though he had kissed her earlier, this was a whole new ball game. Slowly, he stood, and Nick felt a stab of embarrassment as he glimpsed his best friend’s erect penis. Summer didn’t move. Surely she wasn’t going to break the deal? Then, her face blushing furiously, she rose onto her knees and leaned toward Sid’s midriff. She paused, visually taking in his length and girth, before pulling back Sid’s foreskin and exposing his swollen glans. She opened her mouth and hovered just before him, her hot breath flooding his cock. Then, excruciatingly slowly, she placed her lips against the tip of Sid’s penis. The dare was just to kiss, but to Nick’s amazement, Summer remained still. Then, with the subtlest of movements, Sid’s entire glans disappeared between Summer’s lips. There was no motion, no rhythm, just Summer’s mouth engulfing the head of Sid’s cock. Time seemed to stand still as they remained tentatively joined, but then Sid suddenly jerked his hips and grunted, and Summer pulled away spluttering, a thin, sticky line of ejaculate still connecting them.
“Oh God!” Sid gasped. “I’m sorry!”
Summer spat into the sand and wiped the back of her hand with her mouth. Lucy went to her, but Summer, head down, put up her hand.
Looking mortified, Sid said, “I couldn’t stop…”
But when she looked up, Summer smiled at him reassuringly. “Sid, it’s okay. You just took me by surprise, that’s all.”
“Yeah, well,” he said sheepishly. “It’s been a while.”
Lucy’s magic spell had been broken, and now they were all acutely aware of their nakedness. Without talking, they put their swimsuits back on and tidied up. Nick no longer felt drunk, and he doubted the others did either. As Andy doused the fire and they picked up their bags, Lucy said, “We don’t say anything about this to the others, understood?”
Nick figured she’d take their silence for a yes.
Chapter Twenty-One
When Nick came home from work, he found Lucy lying on the couch in his living room, crunching on a dill pickle and flipping through a book of illustrations. On the cover was a drawing of a woman wearing nothing but a melted strawberry sundae.
“Hey,” he said.
Lucy raised her eyebrows and wiggled her bare toes, but didn’t look up.
“You okay?” Nick asked. Every day was an adventure with Lucy. You just didn’t know which one was going to turn up.
It had been a strange day at work. Neither he nor Sid had made any mention of the strange conclusion to their trip to Cape Cod. As they had worked together on the clapboard siding of a nineteenth century colonial, images of his friend’s cockhead being sucked by Summer had kept rushing into Nick’s mind, and he had wondered if the same thing had been happening to Sid regarding himself and Lucy.
On Sunday, Nick had awoken in one of the cottage guest rooms alone. He had found Rob and Tanya in the kitchen and over coffee, they had informed him that Summer and Lucy had gone for an early morning swim. Jason had made his own way back, Kylie had left alone after breakfast, and Sid and Andy were still asleep.
There had obviously been an unnatural atmosphere earlier because Rob had asked Nick what had happened the previous night. Nick had told him about the skinny-dipping but nothing else.
In the cold light of day, he realized that their relationships had changed irrevocably, and might possibly even have ended, thanks to his little Asian she-devil. Just as she had with him, Lucy was spreading her peculiar sexual tendencies amongst his friends and acquaintances like a contagious disease. They had all turned up as level-headed young adults, and left with a deliciously disturbing salacious secret. And yet, as he had driven her and Summer back to Boston, Nick knew more than ever that he loved Lucy with every fiber of his being.
He regarded her now, as comfortable and at ease as if she owned the place, wearing a white cotton tunic decorated with bamboo prints, one leg raised onto the back of the couch, giving him a glimpse of her pink underwear.
“I don’t think I should be paying rent anymore,” she said, looking up and marking her place with a finger.
Nick sat in one of the armchairs opposite.
“Okay,” he said, “I can live with that.”
“But that’s not fair on you.”
Alright. Where’s she headed with this?
“So what do you propose?”
Lucy pursed her lips and stared at the ceiling, as if composing her thoughts. Nick didn’t doubt that she had already thought this through, and that she was sure he would agree to anything she wanted - which of course, he would.
“I was thinking, maybe in lieu of the rent, I could do some household chores.”
“Uh-huh. What kind of chores?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never done chores before. You could write them on a piece of paper and stick them up on the refrigerator. Give me instructions, so I’ll know exactly what to do.”
While she was talking, her eyes were flicking back and forth from the ceiling to Nick to gauge his reaction. She stretched out her right leg, pointing her toes, and drew an invisible circle with her foot.
“I’m going to get a beer,” Nick said. “Want one?”
“Nope. Drank way too much on the weekend. Is there any Perrier left?”
Nick put his tool bag on the dining table and came back from the kitchen with their drinks.
“So these ‘chores’,” he said, sitting. “They would be like, cleaning, gardening, washing my car, stuff like that?”
“Whatever. If it saves me the rent.”
A sudden thought occurred to Nick. Had the sex been a precursor to this proposition? And if so, was it now over? He didn’t think so, and thought better of asking. He took a swig of San Miguel and wiped the froth off his lip with the back of his hand.
“So you get to save money, and for my part you’d be like what, my maid?” he asked.
Now Lucy rolled over onto her side and clasped her hands between her bare thighs. Her book fell face down onto the floor. Nick recognized the earthy glint in her eye for what it was. I bet the dirty slut’s getting wet just thinking about it.
Tuning into her thought process, Nick said, “That seems fair enough, but what happens if you don’t keep up your end of the bargain? I mean, say I give you a list and you don’t complete it, then what?”
Lucy didn’t answer. Instead, she opened her mouth and slowly traced her pink tongue around her lips until they glistened with her saliva. The memory of burying his face between her thighs in front of his friends flashed into his mind, and hot blood rushed into his dick.
“Without some system of checks and balances,” Nick went on, “you could just skip your chores and I’d end up losing out.”
Lucy waited silently, watching him with eyes that seemed to grow ever darker.
“So here’s my proposal,” he continued. “If you miss anything on the list, or your work isn’t to my satisfaction… you get punished. And you accept whatever punishment I decide or the deal’s off. No plea-bargaining and no using your sexy little body to get out of it.”
Lucy sat upright, knees together, and put out her hand. “Deal,” she said.
Nick put down his beer and went over to her. He took her hand and they shook. Instead of letting go, Lucy pulled him down onto the sofa and then straddled him in her favorite position. She kissed him on the nose.
“How was your day?” she asked.
“Kind of odd. Sid was in a very thoughtful mood, and so was I.”
Lucy ran her fingers through Nick’s hair and inspected every feature of his face, as if for the first time.
“I
t got really strange, didn’t it?” she asked.
Nick nodded. “I don’t know where it all came from to be honest,” he said. “Andy surprised me.”
“So did Summer,” said Lucy.
“And Kylie.”
“Fuck, yeah! She seemed so shy at first.”
Nick traced his fingers along the contours of Lucy’s tiny ears.
“Did you orchestrate all that from the start?”
“Uh-uh.” Lucy shook her head. “I was drunk and you know what I’m like. I just wanted to see how far we would all go.”
“Well, now you know,” Nick said.
Lucy slithered backwards until she was kneeling on the floor in front of him. She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and pulled his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. Nick’s thick, hard cock rested on his stomach. Lucy gently bounced his balls with her slender fingers.
“It’s funny,” she said. “People go about their lives wearing these respectable masks, pretending they’re all virtuous and clean, but underneath, we’re all animals really, endlessly craving bodily pleasure.”
“Well, you are, at least.”
Nick rested his head back as Lucy’s tongue traveled up the length of his shaft. She pulled away and examined his penis, rubbing her thumb over the tip.
“You know, I was looking at Sid and Andy Saturday night,” she said, now pumping him vigorously with her hand. “And I realized how lucky I was. You definitely are the biggest.”
“Thank you,” Nick managed to utter, as a jet of white semen erupted from his rod and coated Lucy’s hand. She kept rubbing until his entire cock was shining with his seminal juices.
She touched her lips against his salty glans and said, “So when do I start my chores?”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Nick had detected a suspicious sounding ticking noise under the hood of the Mustang - which Lucy had insisted that she couldn’t hear - so he’d booked it into Rick’s Auto Shop for some tender loving care, and they’d taken the red line into Porter Square and then walked the rest of the way to Somerville.
“I think you love that car more than me,” Lucy teased him. She was dressed in jeans, sneakers and a pink, sleeveless blouse. Nick noticed she was wearing a navy blue bra today and hopefully, panties as well. She had tied her hair in bunches with two red ribbons which made her look like a young teenager.
“Well, she’s almost as sexy as you,” Nick mused, “and she doesn’t give me half as much trouble.”
“But can she suck cock as well as I can?” Lucy asked sweetly.
“As far as sins of the flesh go, I fear you have no equal.”
He kissed her on the nose, noticing that she was still a little flushed from her sexual exertions earlier that morning. As was customary with Lucy, there had been an eventful start to their day. Nick had risen early - a tricky detail on one of his carvings staying with him through sleep - and he had crept down to the basement to work while Lucy still slept. When he had re-emerged for breakfast, he had found the back door to be locked. Seeing Lucy in the kitchen, he had rapped on the window, but she had merely smiled and poked out her tongue. Because they were going out later, he knew that she wouldn’t let him miss breakfast, so she was merely yanking his chain for entertainment. She would be in for a surprise this time, however, because what she didn’t know was that lock-picking was a skill sometimes required in the old buildings that Nick worked on. He had fetched his set of picks and wrenches and within a minute he was standing behind a startled Lucy and snapping a pair of handcuffs onto her wrists. Breakfast had gone cold while she had received her punishment upstairs.
The day was overcast but humid, and by the time they reached the apartment building, little beads of perspiration dotted Lucy’s’ cheeks and forehead. As they waited for the elevator, Nick said, “I’m a bit nervous.”
Lucy smiled and squeezed his hand. “You’ll be fine. Just follow my lead.”
They got out on the third floor and Lucy pressed the bell on the first door. A Japanese teenage girl opened it, greeted Lucy with a hug, and ushered them into a small ante-room containing dozens of pairs of shoes.
“Look,” Lucy said. “I bet they’ve all come here to check you out.”
They took off their shoes and entered a crowded living room. Lucy found Aunt Akiko standing with a small group in the corner and they exchanged kisses. Nick recognized a couple of faces from the restaurant, spotted Lucy’s charming cousin Chieko, and quickly deduced that he was the only Caucasian there.
Lucy guided him around the room, introducing him to everybody in turn, until they finally reached their host, Great Grandmother Bunko - affectionately known as ‘Mama Bunko’ to the family - who had just turned ninety-four. The white haired old woman was flanked by two other elderly women, presumably her daughters, and was sitting so still, Nick thought she might be asleep. Lucy spoke to her in Japanese and gestured to Nick who bowed as Lucy had previously instructed. She placed their gift with the others and then led him by the hand into the kitchen where the younger guests had congregated.
Lucy grabbed a couple of beers from the refrigerator and handed one to Nick.
“Don’t worry about formalities,” Lucy said. “We celebrate birthdays here just like everyone else.”
“What about dinner?”
“You know how to eat Japanese food by now. Just don’t belch and don’t stick your chopsticks in your rice.”
Nick looked at her inquiringly.
“We do that at funerals,” she explained.
“What, belch?”
“Idiot.”
Chieko suddenly entered the kitchen with a look of concern on her face and whispered to Lucy who briefly looked as though she had seen a ghost.
“Problem?” Nick asked.
Lucy looked at him and for a fraction of a second, he saw the tiniest flash of anxiety in her eyes. A moment later, a smarmy-looking Asian in a dark business suit entered the room. He came over and spoke in Japanese to Chieko and then said, “How you doing, Lucy?”
“Pretty good, Ken. Nick, this is Ken Yagamuchi.”
Nick wasn’t sure if he was supposed to bow again, but Yamaguchi saved him the worry by extending his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Nick,” he said as they shook, and then turned his cool smile back to Lucy.
“So this is your new boyfriend?”
“No, we’re just friends.”
“’Friends’, right. You at college together?”
“No,” Nick interjected. “I’m a craftsman, actually. I restore old buildings.”
Yamaguchi appraised him, still with the slight smile playing on his thin lips.
“That so? My company has just taken possession of a property in upstate New York. It needs some work. Maybe I could send some business your way.”
“How is the ‘laundry’ business these days, Ken?” Lucy jumped back in, as if she was trying to protect Nick from something.
Yamaguchi chuckled and said to Nick, “Your ‘friend’ doesn’t approve of my line of work much. She thinks I take advantage of people who are down on their luck.”
“And what line of work is that?” Nick asked.
“I guess you could call me a financial advisor,” Yamaguchi said, handing Nick an embossed business card. “Give me a call some time.”
Lucy swigged on her beer and said, “So what are you doing up here, Ken?”
“Paying my respects, of course. Mama Bunko’s son helped me a lot when I was starting out.”
“I’ll bet he did,” Lucy said.
Yamaguchi regarded them a moment, then said, “I’m curious. How did you two meet?”
“I spotted Nick doing some work on a cupola on campus,” Lucy said before Nick could reply. “I was impressed with his work and we got talking. I’m doing a project on woodcarving.”
Nick figured there had to be a good reason for Lucy’s elaborate lie, so he kept his mouth shut.
Yamaguchi looked unconvinced. “You still drawing those cartoons?”
> “Uh-huh.”
“So where are you studying now?”
“Boston U,” Lucy lied again.
“And this ‘project’ includes inviting your friend to a family gathering?”
To Nick, this was all sounding uncomfortably like an interrogation.
“Nick was showing me some more examples in town, so I invited him along.”
Nick felt a little deflated that he was being passed off as a casual acquaintance, but clearly nobody had expected Yamaguchi to show up today and he had to have something to do with Lucy’s troubled past.
“Sorry if I seem to be prying,” Yamaguchi said to Nick. “But Lucy and I go back a ways and I was just wondering what she was getting up to.”
“Like Lucy said,” Nick replied. “We hardly know each other.”
“Right,” Yamaguchi grinned. “Bet she’s driving you nuts. She always was a handful.”
“Actually, she’s been very sweet,” Nick said.
“Oh yeah. Our Lucy knows how to turn on the charm alright.”
Lucy said something sharply in Japanese and Yamaguchi laughed again. “Don’t mind me, Nick,” he said. “I’m just messing with her.”
Chieko, trying to change the subject, said to Lucy, “Isn’t your dad coming?”
“I doubt it,” Lucy replied. “Things are kind of awkward right now.”
“Maybe he doesn’t want to meet your new boyfriend,” Yamaguchi suggested.
“Come on,” Lucy said, taking Nick’s arm. “Let’s go find Auntie Akiko.”
“See you later,” Yamaguchi said. “I’ll tell Johnny you said ‘hi’.”
As they weaved through the guests in the living room, Lucy said, “Don’t worry about him, he’s an asshole.”
“Are we leaving?” Nick asked.
“No, that will make things look worse. Just be polite. Nobody will tell him anything about us.”
Lucy and Chieko sat on either side of Nick at dinner, and discreetly helped him with Japanese table etiquette. Lucy was particularly animated and chatted in Japanese whilst periodically translating for Nick. As he watched his popular and vivacious girlfriend holding court, he tried to reconcile her with the eccentric sexual dynamo who lived under his roof. Only that morning, she had fucked him like a crazed beast while her hands were cuffed behind her back. He was still amazed at the variety of ways that Lucy could sexually gratify both of them, using her mouth, breasts, thighs, vagina and today, even her feet - Nick had never been jerked off by a girl using her bare feet before, but she had succeeded in skillfully bringing him off, nonetheless.
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