Twelve Nights

by Remy, Carole

  “Aggie, this is Dr. Topas. Dr. Topas, Aggie Trout.”

  Aggie shook the offered hand. Something about the name niggled at her memory.

  Jimmy kept up a stream of small talk as they entered the elevator. Aggie thought furiously. Ha, she remembered in triumph as they stopped at the apartment floor. I’ve read Shakespeare, too. Sir Topas was the name of the false monk in Twelfth Night. Twelve nights? She silently saluted Jimmy’s ingenuity and resolved to play the game to the hilt.

  “Dr. Topas is a specialist in multiple personality disorders,” Jimmy explained as he helped Aggie out of her coat. She nodded solemnly. He had the wrong term, but it was a good stab. “I’d like you to talk to him. Maybe we can banish the second personality forever.”

  “Which one do you want to keep?” she asked innocently.

  “The one that’s here now,” Jimmy answered without hesitation. Aggie was glad he somehow knew. “Let’s all sit in the library.”

  Aggie and Dr. Topas followed Jimmy into the book filled room. Aggie saw the bogus doctor’s eyes caress the wealth of books. An academic, perhaps? She wondered how Jimmy had persuaded him into the charade. Jimmy seated Aggie under a light and placed the doctor and himself in shadow. He waved for the doctor to begin. Aggie sank back into her chair. This should be fun.

  “Aggie,” the doctor began. “Do you mind if I call you Aggie?”

  “Please do.”

  “Aggie, I want you to think back to your childhood.”

  Aggie closed her eyes and pretended to remember. In reality she was trying to dream up a barely plausible tale.

  “You are twelve years old Aggie,” the soothing voice said. “Tell me about where you live.”

  This was easy.

  “We live in a big old house in a small town in Alabama.” There were hundreds of small Alabama towns. Jimmy would never figure out which one she meant. “The house was built in the 1890’s. It has wood floors and high ceilings and a huge attic.”

  Aggie stopped talking. She had almost added ‘where my twin and I used to play.’ She had better be careful. The doctor seemed undisturbed by her silence.

  “Back up to eight years old, Aggie. Where do you live now?”

  “The same house, but it seems even bigger.” Aggie congratulated herself. ‘Even bigger’ was a nice touch. She had done regression therapy before and knew the right buttons. Aggie slit open one eye and saw the doctor nod happily to Jimmy. The two frauds. I’ll give them something to nod about. She began to moan. “Oh, ooohhh…”

  “What is it?” the doctor asked.

  “Ooohhh…” Aggie groaned.

  Jimmy took her hand and shook it lightly.

  “I have a tummy ache,” she groaned.

  “She must have gotten sick when she was eight,” the doctor explained. They didn’t think their regression was really working, did they? Aggie almost laughed but instead she stopped groaning and began to giggle.

  “Dada,” she gurgled trying her best to sound like a preverbal baby. “Goo-goo. Agga waana ookie.”

  She was afraid she had gone too far. Jimmy’s fingers tightened on her hand.

  “Doctor,” he exclaimed dramatically. “You’ve regressed her to a baby!”

  Aggie knew now that he was on to her and that they were somehow together pulling a fast one on the bogus doctor.

  “Oogle, oogle, ooo,” she babbled.

  “Bring her back!” Jimmy’s voice was near hysteria.

  “You’re ten now,” the doctor said frantically. “Now you’re twelve. You’re twenty now, Aggie. We’re back in the present.”

  Aggie allowed the baby smile to fade slowly from her face. When she opened her eyes she almost lost her composure as she looked into Jimmy’s laughing orbs. She swallowed her giggles and turned to the doctor.

  “You’ve cured me!” she cried and jumped out of her chair. She ran and knelt at his feet, wrapping her arms around his legs. The man looked like he might have a heart attack. Then Jimmy’s laughter bellowed forth. The sound filled the room and drew Aggie and the doctor’s eyes together. He figured it out. His tenor laugh and Aggie’s giggles melted into Jimmy’s low fading chuckle.

  “You know there are two of us,” Aggie accused Jimmy a few minutes later as the three sat over coffee in the kitchen. He nodded. “How did you figure it out?”

  “Looks aren’t everything,” Jimmy shrugged.

  “And this charade was to get me to admit it,” Aggie pushed on.

  “Aggie Trout, meet Dr. Jeremy Gladstone.”

  “You really are a doctor?” Aggie asked.

  “Of anthropology,” Jeremy admitted.

  “How did Jimmy convince you…”

  “To play the role?” Jeremy finished her sentence. “Jimmy and I go back a long way.”

  “You look a lot like Freud,” Aggie commented.

  “Less without the mustache.” Jeremy pulled it off. “Damn itchy thing. Well, I’d better push off now.”

  Jimmy and Aggie both stood and walked with Jeremy to the door. He shook hands first with Jimmy and then with her.

  “I’m glad we met,” he offered.

  “Me too.”

  “I’m sure I’ll see you again.”

  “I hope so.” But I doubt it, she added silently. However wonderful the next five nights might be, Aggie had no illusions that they would continue beyond the contract. She would have to make enough memories to last a long time. As the door closed, she locked her fists into Jimmy’s shirtfront and pulled him to her. “You’re a demon. Dr. Topas indeed.”

  “I should have guessed you’d know your Shakespeare, witch.”

  Jimmy kissed her hard and then lifted her by her locked elbows. He carried her rigid in front of him to the bedroom and plopped her on the bed. He whipped off his clothes and stood naked and challenging before her. She let her eyes roam over his middle-aged bulges and bumps as he preened like a body builder at the side of the bed. His cock rose from limp to half mast to fully engaged.

  “Come take me, you gorgeous thing,” she called to him when the inflation was complete.

  He pounced onto the bed above her.

  “How do you want me?” he asked.

  “Any way you want,” she replied.

  He pulled the sweater up over her head and kissed her breasts through the lacy bra.

  “Do you want to try something different?”

  “Probably,” Aggie agreed tentatively. “Like what?”

  He eased the short skirt down off her hips and kissed her pubic mound through the black silk panties. He looked both eager and hesitant.

  “Spit it out,” Aggie told him. “I can always say no.”

  Jimmy almost absently pulled off her panties and sat her up to unhook her bra. When she sat naked on the bed, he still didn’t speak. Aggie pulled him down to lie on the bed and snuggled into his arms.

  “Whisper in my ear,” she told him. He did. Her logical librarian brain said an emphatic no, but the limbic emotional brain was closer to her mouth.

  “All right,” she agreed.

  “Have you ever done it before?” Jimmy asked out loud.

  “No,” she admitted.

  “But you’ve thought about it?”

  She nodded.

  “I want you to have an orgasm first,” Jimmy offered. “It’ll relax you.”

  “I never turn down a free orgasm, “ Aggie smiled.

  Jimmy arranged himself between her spread legs and lowered his mouth to her crotch.

  “You smell so good,” he murmured.

  “I taste good, too,” Aggie reminded him.

  He lowered his mouth obediently and supped. Within a very few moments Aggie crested the peak of the first orgasm. She waited for the stimulation to continue, knowing the second would be sharper and more full. But Jimmy lifted his head.

  “One more?” she asked, suddenly nervous.

  Jimmy sat her up on the bed and put his hands on her shoulders.

  “We don’t have to.”

  “I
know,” Aggie agreed. Now that the moment was here, she wanted to continue. The opportunity might not come again. “Let’s do it.”

  “It may be painful the first time,” he warned her.

  She nodded. Just get on with it.

  “I think you’ll like it eventually.” Was he trying to convince himself?

  “Just put your dick in my ass,” she ordered.

  Jimmy smiled.

  “I’ll stop if you tell me to,” he offered.

  Aggie climbed off the bed and found his necktie. She wrapped it twice around her head and over her mouth.

  “Argle, agguu,” she tried.

  Her voice was unrecognizable. Good. She trusted Jimmy more than her own resolution. She didn’t want the chance to back out. Jimmy looked out of his mind. Her self-gagging obviously aroused him tremendously. He positioned her kneeling at the edge of the bed facing in. He walked into the bathroom. When he returned, he stood behind her and placed his hands on her hips.

  “Bend down,” he ordered.

  Aggie was hot and wet and throbbing with anticipation. How much would it hurt? Hurt like ‘ow’ or like childbirth? She leaned her forehead onto the bed so that her ass stood up like an invitation.

  “I’ll use my fingers first,” Jimmy told her.

  She heard the snap of what she thought must be rubber gloves. Her stomach turned. One well greased finger rimmed her asshole. Mmm. This part felt good. It slid inside. She jerked forward but Jimmy’s other hand held her steady. Though it felt strange, the finger didn’t hurt. She remember their other night of love and Jimmy’s finger up her ass. She had liked it, had been aroused by the invasion. Somehow the present touch seemed more clinical, less intimate. Jimmy slid the finger up and down inside her. Her muscles tightened involuntarily and she tried to breathe slowly and relax. Nothing hurt. It was just strange. He slid his finger out.

  “Two now,” he warned her.

  The pressure was more with the double entry and again Aggie jerked forward. Two was more than twice one, she would swear. Still the sensation was more fullness than pain.

  “Keep breathing,” Jimmy advised, and she tried. At last she felt her buttock muscles ease. As she relaxed, Jimmy’s motion reached through the wall of her anus toward her vagina. She gasped and waited for the next thrust. This wasn’t so bad. After several moments, Jimmy again eased his fingers from her bottom. Time for the real thing?

  “I’m going to stroke you with a small dildo,” Jimmy said.

  She felt a hard pressure even as he said the words. He didn’t give her time to adjust, to think, to get scared. He pushed again hard and she jerked forward in earnest. This was a small dildo? It felt like the Rock of Gibraltar. It was thicker and much longer than his fingers. The ungiving rod pressed way up inside her. Stop, Aggie yelled into the gag, but the sound didn’t emerge.

  “Try to relax,” Jimmy urged. “Keep breathing.”

  He didn’t move the dildo in and out but left it still. She supposed he was letting her get used to the fullness. He wrapped his free arm under her belly and leaned over her back. Aggie decided she didn’t like the dildo. It was hard and unyielding. It didn’t feel human. Surely his cock wouldn’t be this uncomfortable. She wanted to tell him but couldn’t. Now she regretted the gag.

  Jimmy’s hand found her pubic mound and he cupped the soft hair. She gurgled encouragement as his finger snaked through the curls to her moist inner lips. He found her clitoris and for a second Aggie forgot the throbbing in her rear as a sharp spur darted from bud to vagina to anus. Could she have an orgasm like this? When Aggie’s notice returned to her rear, she found the throbbing had ceased. Her bottom had accustomed inself to the intruder. Had Jimmy known this would happen? Apparently, for soon he eased the dildo out.

  Aggie panted for a moment as she waited for the next onslaught. He had to put his cock in her now. She wanted it, she realized. He was hers and she wanted him inside her. Jimmy might have read her mind, for he untied the gag.

  “I’m ready,” she gasped.

  “I will stop ….”

  “I know. Come inside me,” she invited, still panting. “Let’s have the biggest honking orgasm ever.”

  Jimmy’s hands gripped her hips hard.

  “I’m going to come in fairly quickly,” he warned her. “Try not to fight me.”

  The pressure was immense and Aggie cried out as the sheathed head and then the length of him forced past her rectal muscles and into her anus. No wonder he had said the dildo was small. She panted and gasped and clamped her lips together so she wouldn’t tell him to stop.

  “I’m in.”

  “I know.” She tried to laugh but only panting emerged.

  “Can you hold steady?” he asked.

  “I’ll try.”

  His right hand left her hip and reached toward her crotch. Yes, she thought, distract me. His finger on her clitoris was an instant demand and the willing bud obeyed. Aggie savored the arousal and ignored the ache. As she relaxed and then tightened toward orgasm, his cock seemed to grow from her rear into her vagina. The sensation was even more erotic than painful.

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Keep going.”

  Slowly Jimmy began to rock in her rear. At first each push overwhelmed her and her arousal died with the pain. Then she grew into the unnatural rhythm. Jimmy kept his finger hard at her clitoris and her awareness darted from pleasure to pain and back. Then the two merged and it was all one sensation as Jimmy grew further inside her. His thrusts took him to her gut now and she was fleetingly glad they hadn’t eaten. Then the thought disappeared with all others as the first climax approached.

  The tremors were stronger than first climaxes had a right to be and Aggie’s knees trembled on the bed. Jimmy groaned and stilled above her. Aggie felt her powerful rectal muscles squeezing him unmercifully. Payback. Slowly the trembling died down.

  “Did you come?” she panted.

  “Not yet.”

  “Keep going.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I want another climax,” Aggie insisted. “Keep going.”

  He did. This time the pounding was more insistent and the finger on her clitoris couldn’t entirely distract her. The combination of fullnesses drove deep inside her and a primal sense of who she was filled her. The second climax was strong, powerful enough to wrench a cry from her throat. Again Jimmy ceased his movement.

  “Keep going,” she cried. “Don’t stop now.”

  Jimmy’s right hand left her crotch and he braced her hips again with both. His pumping reached toward an insistent rhythm and then he grew again. She knew from the pressure that he was almost there and she contracted her vagina to help him. The contraction drowned the last vestiges of her civilized self and Aggie’s orgasm roared from deep in her belly. She knew rather than felt that Jimmy joined her in the final release.

  Her arms and legs gave way and she would have fallen if not still pinned by his strong hands and by his stronger organ. His pulsing joined with hers as both emptied themselves of their vital juices. At last he withdrew slowly from her. As his penis left her, his grip loosened. Aggie collapsed forward onto the bed and Jimmy tumbled still trembling on top of her.

  Chapter 22

  “He knows,” Aggie insisted. “We have to both go.”

  “He can’t be sure,” Angela argued. “Did he know my name?”

  “No,” Aggie admitted. “But he invited us both to dinner tonight. That doesn’t sound too sinister, does it?”

  “It sounds like the end of a hundred-twenty thousand dollars.”

  “Maybe Richard will be there,” Aggie mentioned seemingly casually.

  Angela threw a bed pillow at her. Richard. She couldn’t afford to think about him. They had one fantastic night, that was all. It would have to be enough. The pillow sailed back and hit her in the side of the head. Angela grabbed it and flailed at her twin. By the time a sleepy Andrew wandered in, they were in full form. The only thing missing was feathers. It seemed the pillows were foam. />
  “Morning, Andrew,” Aggie called out.

  Angela took advantage of her distracted attention to land a solid blow to her rear. She knocked her off the bed. Angela jumped up and yelled, “I’m the king of the castle!”

  Andrew shook his head and muttered something of which the only intelligible word was ‘juvenile’.

  “Why is he still here?” Angela asked the twin on the floor.

  “He loves me?” Aggie answered. “I don’t know. I’ve given him enough hints.”

  “Like disappearing last night. I think that’s a pretty big hint.”

  “He’s supposed to be a computer genius, you know,” Aggie giggled. “But I don’t think he has much people sense.”

  “Repeat after me,” Angela coached with exaggerated lip movements, “Andrew, go back to Cincinnati!”

  “Shh,” Aggie flung her pillow at the bed. “He’ll hear you.”

  “I’m going to take a shower,” Angela ended the conversation and left the room. She heard the suite door open and snick shut. One day Aggie would see reason and give Andrew the boot. In the meantime, at least he fetched her bagels.

  Aggie was in the shower and Angela savoring the last bite of bagel when their father and Mary arrived at the suite.

  “How are the newlyweds this morning?” she asked as the two walked in hand in hand, their cheeks flushed.

  “We just went for a walk around Stanley Park on the seawall.”

  Angela had a dreadful premonition.

  Aggie walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head.

  “Hi Dad, Mary,” she called as she went into the bedroom.

  “It’s six miles,” their father continued.

  “That’s a long walk,” Angela commented, wanting to hurry Aggie back into the room.

  “We met up with …” Mary paused. “Oh, hello Andrew.”

  The young man had been standing by the window and hadn’t turned when the older pair entered the suite. Mary must have just noticed him. He turned at her words and their greetings took enough time for Aggie to enter from the bedroom.

  “Anyway,” Mary continued. “We met up with that nice man, Jimmy Buko.”

  “He talked us into walking around the seawall with him,” their father added, oblivious to the looks the twins exchanged.