Island Cultural Center

by Marilyn Foxworthy

  I pinched her nipples hard and she fell against me. She may have had another orgasm at the moment but I wasn’t sure.

  As she crashed onto my chest, I lifted up and rolled her onto her back, me on top and between her legs. Grabbing her wrists and holding them at the top of her head, I plowed her. I plowed her garden hard. The ground was fertile and soft now, the years of neglect gone and forgotten, the furrow tilled and softened, watered and prepared for planting. And with a heavy grunt of my own, I pushed my seed into the sweet comfort of my lover’s pussy.

  We rested with me on top of her for a minute. When I rolled off and tried to pull Lisa onto my shoulder, she pushed away quickly and grabbed her towel and wiped me.

  She settled onto my side and whispered, “There was a lot of lube, or I would have tasted you, the way that Brenda did that first time.”

  I think we fell asleep soon afterward. I was spent. I didn’t hear Brenda and Charlotte come in, but when I got up to use the bathroom, they were in the living room chatting. Before going back to bed, I went to see what they were doing.

  As I walked into the room, completely naked, squinting in the brighter light, I said sleepily, “Hi. What time is it?”

  Charlotte said, “About 11:30. You fell asleep early.”

  I said, “Are you coming to bed?”

  Both women stood up and came to the bedroom, turning out the lights as they did.

  Brenda whispered, “If we’re going to sleep with the door open, we should wear T-shirts.”

  Charlotte moved quickly to say something to Brenda and Brenda replied, “Of course. That sounds nice. I’ll get you one.”

  Charlotte said, “I’ll get it. Um, should you maybe wear that nice nightie?”

  Brenda said, “You have one, too.”

  Charlotte said, “I don’t feel like I’ve earned mine yet.”

  Brenda said cheerfully, “Then earn it tonight. Come on, we’ll both wear one. I’m going to wake up Lisa for a second and have her put something on too.”

  Brenda and Charlotte slipped on the Baby-dolls that I loved so much and Brenda went to the bed and stroked Lisa’s hair.

  She said, “Sweetie, sit up for a minute. I need to dress you.”

  Lisa protested but let herself be lifted to a sitting position and Brenda slipped the gown over Lisa’s arms and head and then lay her back down.

  She said, “Ronny, lift her up and put her on the outside. She’s asleep, so Charlotte and I will get to snuggle you tonight.”

  I sleepily complied and moved Lisa to the edge of the huge mattress while Brenda held the covers and I slipped Lisa underneath. Brenda crawled in next to her. I laid down next Brenda and Charlotte tucked in next to me.

  I was a bit more awake now. Brenda and Charlotte seemed almost wide awake, but starting to wind down.

  Charlotte lay in the crook of my arm on one side and Brenda on the other. We talked in whispers.

  Charlotte said, “This, um, this smells nice.”

  Brenda said, “It does, doesn’t it?”

  Charlotte said, “I’ve never done this before. Slept with anyone. Or smelled a man like this. I feel so out of my element. I don’t know what’s happening.”

  Brenda said, “Oh, there’s something we need to do before we go to sleep. Give me your hand.”

  I felt Brenda reach across my stomach and take Charlotte’s hand. Then I felt her push Charlotte’s fingers toward my crotch. Charlotte seemed to hesitate for just a second, but gave in and an instant later, I had both of them resting their hands on my penis. Brenda started to stroke me and encouraged Charlotte to do the same. It felt nice.

  I pulled Charlotte closer and said, “Charlotte, you are the most intuitive woman on the planet. And you love me in ways that no one else ever can.”

  Brenda nuzzled my neck and stroked me more firmly as an indication that she agreed and had no issues with it.

  I said, “Stop blocking yourself. You will know what to do if you give yourself to lovemaking the same way you do to everything else.”

  I felt her shudder violently and stiffen. Not in arousal, but in an adjustment to her world view. She needed to accept the world as it existed now. Charlotte squeezed me hard as she shook again, and then she fell into a relaxation that might have been uncommon for her.

  Stroking me softly, Charlotte raised herself on one arm and bent to kiss me, kissing my penis and balls with her fingers at the same time.

  She said, “Master,” and laid down on my side again, her hand now cupping my testicles warmly.

  I smiled to myself and said softly, “Cherry.”

  Brenda whispered, “Oh.”

  Charlotte said gently, “Brenda, we should sleep now. We’ve had a big day and we have another big day tomorrow. Do you need anything before you go to sleep? Can I get you anything?”

  Brenda yawned and said, “Oh, I guess I am sleepy. No, Dear, thank you. I’m glad you’re home now.”

  Brenda lay quietly for a moment and then said, “Char, I want to make the beds.”

  It sounded like she was drifting off, but added, “And dishes. Can I do that?”

  I’m not sure if she heard Charlotte say, “Yes. That can be one of your roles from now on. I’ll make a note of it.”

  I whispered as quietly as I could, “Cherry, I love you. I thought I was really going to mess things up when I thought you were so much younger than me. I know that I would have.”

  Charlotte moved her hand to my chest and stroked me beneath my t-shirt and said, “No, you wouldn’t have. You would have done what I needed in spite of how young you thought I was. Do you believe in love at first sight?”

  I said, “It’s the natural order of things. Ask me in the morning.”

  She rubbed my chest some more and said, “Sleep, My Prince. You did well today. I’ll probably kill you in the morning.”

  I heard the reference to the movie and said, “You’ll kill me?”

  She whispered, “I said ‘blow’ you. Go to sleep.”

  After that, I slept better than I could remember. I was always a light sleeper. But that night, I had no more memory until I woke up an hour before dawn.

  I was in bed, lying on my side with my left arm under Charlotte’s head and my right around her body, cupping one of her breasts. Something felt funny though. Her butt was pressed against me lusciously and I seemed to have a stiffy, and for some reason it felt a little moist and warm. I was suddenly very uneasy. What was I doing and what was Charlotte thinking about it? Or what would she think when she found out?

  I must have stirred, no, it was just that Charlotte sensed that I was waking up, but she grabbed my arm that held her breast and hissed, “Stay!”

  I said as quietly as I could, “Charlotte, I didn’t, I mean, it was just, but I um…”

  Charlotte turned her face upward to look over her shoulder at me and I felt the first few inches of my penis gripped in a warm hug.

  She said, “Just like that. Stay there. Go farther in. Please. Quietly.”

  I was awake enough now to know that my stiffened morning penis was lodged inside Charlotte’s body, halfway into her vagina as we spooned.

  I pressed in a bit more, I couldn’t really help myself, and Charlotte bent herself in a way that made it easier.

  She relaxed her head onto my arm again and said, “This is good. I mean it. Good. This is really good.”

  I said, “But…”

  She stopped me and kissed my arm and said, “Don’t. I did this. I didn’t care if you wanted it or not. I wanted it and I did it. For me. For me. You touched me and held me and I wanted you. And I was awake and you were breathing on me and your penis was hard and I wanted it. I can smell you. And it turns me on. Ronny, last night, in the water, you felt good, but I was scared and you were big and it was nice and I was excited but I couldn’t relax. When I felt you poke my ass his morning, I wanted it bad. So I reached down between my legs and pulled you toward me. At first, I just rubbed you a little bit between my thighs, and Baby, that wa
s nice, but then I started getting really wet and my pussy, I mean, no, damn it, I do mean my pussy, your pussy now, but it opened up and screamed that it wanted me to put you inside me. So I did. For the first time maybe ever, I served myself. I prepared a meal for me. I wanted a big sausage and I wanted it whole. And then I thought that I wanted to give you a bath. A nice hot bath in my, your, pussy. So I did.”

  She grunted very quietly and pushed her hips toward me, trying to bury me even deeper.

  She said, “I’ve had half a dozen little orgasms already. Uh! Go deeper, Ronny, a little deeper. Please!”

  I pushed at her and held her tight, the two of us finding a rhythm that suited her. I was happy that she was finding her way. I was thrilled to be having sex this way, too.

  Charlotte said, “Ronny, love me!” and she seemed to climax again.

  Reaching her hand down between her legs, Charlotte started rubbing the root of my shaft, the few inches that couldn’t reach inside her in his position, and I started to climax.

  As I finished, she whispered, “Don’t move!” and she shuddered again.

  She gripped my arms tightly and shivered and said, “Next time, I want to be face down with you on top.”

  Then she added, “I don’t want to disturb the girls. Come down here.”

  Charlotte slid out of bed and motioned for me to lie down on my back on the carpet beside the bed. I did so and she knelt and started to lower her lips to my groin. Grabbing her and twisting her feet toward my shoulders, I lifted her right leg over my body so that she was on her hands and knees above me, facing my feet. If she got to taste me, I wanted the same from her. She didn’t seem to pay attention to where she was until she was already pushing her mouth down over me. But as I pulled her hips down and started licking and sucking her nectarine, she jumped involuntarily.

  I hissed, “Stay!” and she relaxed onto my mouth.

  We stayed this way for a while. Charlotte sucking my shaft and me licking her slit. I tasted her sour juices, but also a hint of the saltiness of my own. Charlotte was obviously getting a taste of the same combination. Neither of us seemed to think it was distasteful at all. After several minutes, I kissed her firmly and she rolled to the side to stand up and pull me to my feet.

  I whispered, “Do you want a shower?”

  She said, “No. Are you ready to go downstairs?”

  I said, “If you are coming with me.”

  Chapter 22 - Plumeria

  Charlotte said, “Go wait for me in the living room, I’ll get us some clothes.”

  I said, “After we brush our teeth.”

  I took her hand and led us into the bathroom where we brushed our teeth and washed just our faces. Charlotte quickly applied just a bare minimum amount of makeup. Standing there at the sink in her transparent pink nightie, she looked more gorgeous than I had remembered seeing her before. And then I realized that I’d never actually seen Charlotte naked before, except in the darkness of the beach. Every time she’d had her clothes off in front of me, it had been in the dark.

  When she finished at the sink, I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her to face me.

  I said, “Charlotte, this is the first time I’ve seen you naked. Cherry, you are very beautiful.”

  She was. Charlotte stood about five-foot-nine. I think that I had guessed at five-eight, before. Her breasts were large, her waist was smaller, and her hips were wider. She wasn’t big. I asked her about her measurements and she grinned and told me that she was a 34D. Her hips flared out from her waist in a really nice way. She was a bit larger than Lisa but smaller than Brenda. She looked like a very healthy, very beautiful, woman in her thirties. Despite being 57 years old.

  Charlotte let me take a good look at her for a moment, smiling, before she turned off the light and pushed me toward the living room, whispering that she would join me in a moment.

  It wasn’t sunup yet, but there was a little light coming through the big windows and I was surprised again at how great Charlotte looked as she came out of the bedroom carrying clothes for each of us.

  The first thing that she did, after setting our clothes on the chair next to her, was to pull off her negligee. Laying it aside, she pulled off my T-shirt and then had me put my legs into a pair of shorts that she had for me. As she bent lower than necessary to pull the shorts up my body, I was sure that I saw her close her eyes briefly and inhale as if she were again enjoying the smell of my body. Buttoning my shorts at my waist and pulling up the zipper, she leaned in and brushed my chest with her own and then kissed me tenderly. Charlotte took up her blouse and buttoned it up the front.

  She said, “Lisa was very specific about what I could wear. It was wonderful. The only time I’m allowed to deviate is if you tell me to. It’s very freeing.”

  I said, “Charlotte,” but she stopped me.

  She came close, and standing so that our fronts touched, she looked up at me and said, “Did you hear Cupcake’s story? Why her name is Cupcake? Legally?”

  I said, “No.”

  She said, “From now on, everyone must call me by my real name. If you have other pet names for me, that’s fine. But my name is, and always has been, except that I didn’t know it until you told me, Cherry Jackson. I’m having it changed, legally. I know it’s right. It thrills me in ways that I can’t explain. Sit down.”

  Charlotte, who wanted to be called Cherry all the time from now on, pushed me into a chair and climbed onto my lap, facing me.

  She said, “Tom will call me Charlotte. You and the girls will call me Cherry. You want to know why? Because I don’t have a name. You never asked. You never asked me my last name. If you had, I would have had to tell you that I didn’t know. How could that be, you ask? I never felt good with anything as a last name. Like I was waiting. When Marilyn resurrected me and gave me a new life, she told me to wait until I found it for myself. My name on my most official documents is W I Charlotte. Just initials instead of first and middle names. It’s perfectly legal. My last name was Charlotte. It was a place holder. It stood for Who Is Charlotte. My parents named me W I.”

  She was getting a bit amped up as she talked.

  I said soothingly, “Cherry, Babe, it’s OK. Of course you are Cherry.”

  She softened and said, “Thank you.”

  I said, “But there is this question that I’ve been wondering about. Why does Lisa say that girls put their top on first and guys put their pants on first?”

  Cherry grinned in the dim light and said, “She says that it’s because a girl wants her lover to know that she isn’t holding anything back. That her genitalia is her most vulnerable spot and she wants her man to know that she shares it with him. She shows him her vulnerability. But a woman wants her man to show her his chest. The symbol of his protection over her. His most vulnerable spot is his heart. She wants her man’s heart beating for her so that she knows that she has a home and is safe. Um, do you feel like running and walking? I thought that you would want to write, but maybe a short run would be better.”

  I said, “I think it would. I need to get back in my body and out of my head more today. I don’t have shoes for that.”

  She said, “Yeah, they’re on the list. We can go barefoot for now. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

  Cherry disappeared into the bedroom and came back with different clothes. Pulling off her blouse, she replaced it with a close-fitting sports bra. It was blue and looked enough like a swimsuit that this early in the morning, no one would notice if she didn’t wear a shirt; which she wasn’t going to. She slipped on the bottoms to one of her new bikini’s and grinned at me.

  She said, “I like this. Come on, we’ll go like this. No shirt for you.”

  Cherry was nearly skipping as she went for the door and we stepped out into the hall. We went down the elevators, across the veranda, down the steps to the pool, across the sidewalk, and out onto the sand. There were a lot of rocks and driftwood in the dry sand and we had to be a little careful until we reached the we
t sand at the water’s edge.

  Taking my hand, Cherry said, “We aren’t going to kill you this morning the way I said I might last night.”

  I said, “No, you said blow me.”

  She smiled and said, “And I did. But anyway, the point is to slowly expand your stamina and your lung capacity. We’ll start with a quick walk. To the north end, then back to the south end, then back to here.”

  After we had walked most of the way to the north end, near the shops, Cherry said, “Ronny, we have a scheduling problem. I’m not used to problems. I make problems go away. I don’t have problems myself. I don’t know what’s going on.”

  When I didn’t say anything, she went on, saying, “It’s like I can’t make my own decisions anymore. I always make my own decisions. I know what you should eat, what I will do, how to arrange your schedule, how to make an elephant disappear, how to arrange a safe place to meet with the dictator of a banana republic. I know everything. Why does this throw me off?”

  I said, “Cherry, what is it? Let me help.”

  Cherry gasped and stopped dead in her tracks. She hung her head and closed her eyes for a second. Then she raised her head and started walking again.

  She said, “I’ve never needed help like this. Or I’ve never had help like this. Sure, I have essentially unlimited resources at my disposal, but this is different.”

  I said, “Do you want to tell me what it is?”

  She said, “Yes. It’s trivial. Why is this a problem? Ronny, I can’t solve this.”

  I slowed our pace and waited.

  She said, “Our schedule today. I want to stay with you.”

  I said, “I’d like that.”

  She said, “No, you don’t understand. There’s a conflict. Lisa needs to see Cupcake.”

  I said, “She does?”

  Cherry said, “I feel that she does. She wants to. Or she will soon. And what does Brenda want? But I want the girls to stay here or wherever we are. Together. And I need to move the plan forward. For what things will be like after this. But it’s mostly you! You mess it all up.”