Esther and Star Ch. 03

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On Monday night at dinner, I told Esther about my new hours. I would start on the Providence-South Station line on Wednesday. She was genuinely glad for me, and I couldn’t help but catch her glancing at Star.

Star congratulated me and said that she and Esther would find a way to have fun without me.

That night, I put my hand on Esther’s shoulder as she read in bed, and I asked her if she wanted to have sex. She said that she still wasn’t ready.

Every night when I came home—which was now usually around ten o’clock, I asked her—not ready, yet.

So, every night at midnight, I went into the living room and turned on the television, waiting and hoping that Star might emerge from her bedroom. She didn’t.

On Thursday night in bed, Esther sighed and said, “Fine.” She rolled on her back and spread her legs under the sheets. Initially fired up, I sat up and slid under the sheets on top of her. I bent down to kiss her, but she turned her head away. I stopped and looked at her eyes. She looked like she was steeling herself for an uncomfortable medical exam. Fuck that.

I slid off of her and said, “I don’t want to fuck some girl who doesn’t want to fuck me.”

Then, I realized I had just dropped two f-bombs. She stared at me, stunned.

“Sorry. I curse sometimes. A lot, actually. Tried to hide it from you all these years because I knew you wouldn’t like it.”

Esther opened her mouth as if to say something. Nothing. She closed her mouth, and an image flashed in my mind of sliding my cock in between those lips. It vanished as quickly as it appeared.

I sighed, adding, “Doesn’t seem to be any point in trying to hide it any longer, so fuck it.” I rolled onto my side away from her.

Anger welled up inside me. I was starting to genuinely dislike my wife. I wanted to ravage her body, though. Fuck, I wanted every part of her.

I turned over and glanced at her, seeing that long blonde hair. For years, I dreamed of wrapping it around my wrist and clutching it while I fucked her from behind.

I began to think it might never happen.

Thankfully, I thought, I wouldn’t have to suffer through uncomfortable dinners during the week, but weekends would suck if it weren’t for Star keeping the conversation going.

Friday, between my morning and evening runs, I went to the Barnes and Noble in Downtown Crossing—yes, my third trip to a bookstore in a matter of weeks. I was sick of spending my evenings being bored as hell, waiting for sex with Esther that seemed like it would never happen again, or waiting in desperation for Star to come back to the living room in the middle of the night to chat and suck my dick.

Also, I felt stupid. I felt like the number of times that I had looked foolish seemed to be increasing of late. Reading books made you smart, I think I heard somewhere. So, I walked around for a while, and then I found a cute, somewhat older employee and asked her what might be a hard book to read.

“I’m sorry?” she responded.

“I’m not a big reader. I barely graduated high school, actually.”

The woman smiled—not condescendingly, it seemed, at my blunt honesty.

I continued, “So, I just wanted to find a good book that will be hard for me to read—a challenge, you know?”

“What kind of books do you like?”

“I don’t know. None of them?”

She smiled. “How about fiction or non-fiction for starters?”

“Non-fiction is true, right?”

She nodded.

“Fiction, then. Like an English class book. A really tough one.”

She walked me over to the fiction section and pulled out The Grapes of Wrath.

“No!” I almost yelled.

She looked surprised.

“Sorry,” I told her, “we had that one during my senior year. I can’t do that. What else?”

“Did you actually read it?”

“No.”

She smiled. “Well, then, here you are.” She handed it to me.

I liked her self-assurance. I took the book, nodding. “Okay.”

I bought it.

That night, Esther was waiting up for me when I got home. She saw me carrying the book.

“What is that?”

“A book I’m going to read.”

“Really?”

I nodded.

“Why?”

I shrugged. “Well, I’m going to be totally honest here, Ess. I’m not getting laid, and I need something to take my mind off it. Second, I’ve been feeling dumb. There’s some things I thought I knew, but I obviously didn’t. So, I’m going to read to get smarter.”

“Good,” she responded.

I quit getting dressed and just stared at her.

She noticed. “That’s…that’s not what I meant. I…”

I just gave her a look that said, “Come on, what the fuck, lady?”

She gave up.

“Esther, do I need to move out? Out of this room? Out of the apartment?”

She didn’t respond. She looked like she was thinking really hard about her answer.

Fuck it. I tried to give her an out. “Esther, I’m glad that you and Star have become good friends, and I want you to know that if the time you spend with her is helping you figure things out, then I’m okay with it. I wish I could be more help, but if my sister can do sancaktepe escort it better than I can, I understand. Tell me where you need me, and that’s where I’ll be. Or, if it’s better for you to be in her room or something, then so be it.”

For a fraction of a second, I thought I saw joy in her eyes, but if it had been there, she covered it quickly and thoroughly. She said, “Thank you for saying so.”

Finished dressing, I slid into bed with my new book. Reading! Yeah!

“I’m going to start a new job tomorrow,” she said.

I didn’t turn toward her. “Are you happy about it?”

“Yes, I wanted to feel like I was doing my part.”

“You always were. Nobody ever doubted that.”

“I know. I just felt like I needed something of my own.”

“Then, I’m glad. What’s the job?”

“Weekend mailroom at Dana-Farber. Star mentioned it to me.”

“Cool. They get a lot of weekend mail?”

“Tons.”

“So you sort it and run it up to the offices?”

“Yes.”

Esther was going to work on Sundays? A month ago she would have considered that downright evil. “What hours?” I asked.

“Nine to five, both days.”

“So sixteen hours?”

“Yeah. It’s a start.”

“Cool. I’m going to read now.”

And I did. Reading is hard. I kept having to look up words on my phone. I decided that I needed a dictionary.

I went back to Barnes and Noble the next morning and picked one up. Same lady helped me—Diane.

Esther was all dressed up for her first day on the job, and Star and I wished her well on her way out the door.

“Well? Is she a lesbian?” I asked.

“How much does your dick weigh?”

“I don’t know.”

“There’s your answer.”

“Smart ass. Are you guys doing stuff?”

“Yes.”

“Well?”

“What? You want me to give you the details? No, I’m not doing that.”

“She’s my wife, Star.”

“I’m not your spy, shit-for-brains.”

“You’re seriously not going to tell me? Even after you let me watch?”

“No. These are different circumstances now. Plus, I’m already in the middle of something, and I don’t want to be taking any sides. So, no.”

I shook my head in disbelief.

“Besides,” she said, “we’ve got more important things to discuss.”

“Huh?”

“You’re training. Remember, brother mine? It starts today.”

I sighed, “What’s the fucking point, Star? I should just divorce her.”

Star charged three steps towards me and shoved. I didn’t see it coming, so I careened and tripped backward over the end of the couch.

“Holy shit!” I said as my legs and my torso switched places. My shoulder hit the floor first, and my ass rolled over my head. I pushed myself up.

Star’s hand was covering her mouth. “Oh, shit. Sorry! Are you okay?”

“Will you fucking settle down, Star? Fuck!”

“I didn’t mean to push you that hard,” she explained. “But, you better not give up on Esther, brother mine.”

“She’s fucking you now! I’m kicked to the curb! Better I just end it and clear a path for you two.”

“I told you: I don’t think I’m a true lesbian! Besides, we might be fucking, but I’m not trying to steal her from you, dumbass. I’m trying to get her to be able to enjoy sex and talk about it. I’m hoping that I can advance her along and get her back to wanting you—get her to…to the cock phase of sexual pleasure, okay?”

I stared at her, mouthing the words “cock phase.” Then, I doubled over, laughing.

She did, too.

I was cackling so much that I was barely able to yell, “You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?”

She stumbled over to me and slapped my back, holding her tummy with her other hand. “‘Cock phase!’ It was ridiculous, wasn’t it?”

I nodded, and a minute or so later, after a few more rounds and burst of laughter, we were wiping our eyes.

She said, “Don’t give up, though, okay? I’ll tell you when you need to be worried.”

“Okay. So, what did you say we’re going to do, now?”

She got excited. “Oh, yeah! So, today’s your first day of training.”

I nodded, starting to get excited. Sex lessons from Star? Oh, baby. “What do you want me to do?”

“Wait, I have to tell you what our goal for today is.”

I looked at her and waited.

“Today, you’re learning how to talk to and spend time with a woman to make her feel like you’re interested and to make her like you.”

“What?” I responded, floored.

“Maybe we’ll get to kissing, but today is dating,” she said, like it was the most natural, expected thing in the world.

“Dating? Star, I know how to date and talk to girls. I got Esther to marry me, remember? I thought you were going to teach me how to pleasure women.”

“There’s no sex without the first part, dumbass. Women aren’t like men. All of those things, even the dates and the conversations, are part of the build-up. The sex is just the final act.”

“But, I already know the dating and conversation!”

“This is the way, brother mine, or I won’t help you.”

I glared at her, and then relented, shaking my head. “Okay, sarıyer escort what do you want me to do?”

“You’re taking me out to dinner—lunch, I mean. So, dress nicely. I’m going to go change, too.”

“Where do you want to eat?”

She thought for a few moments and said, “You know, I haven’t had good barbecue since back home. I want some pulled pork—a good pulled pork sandwich.”

“Star, this is Boston. Is there any good barbecue in all of fucking New England?”

She simply said, “It’s your job to find it, Hatrick.”

“I’m Hatrick again?”

“And I’ll be Stella. Hatrick and Stella are going on a date.”

“Can I be another name?”

“No, Hatrick. Go get dressed.” When I turned toward my bedroom, she called out, “Nicely!”

I grabbed my phone and began searching for a good barbecue place in Boston. There were quite a few places, I was surprised to learn. I didn’t want anything downtown. Downtown would be expensive; it would be run by people who wanted to buy their way into good barbecue. I was looking for a backyard place—a place with some stank. I decided on Redbones out near Davis Square in Somerville. Looked like they had some good beers, too.

I put on khaki pants and a collared navy shirt. I threw on some deodorant and a drop of cologne. I combed my hair with my fingers, and then I went and waited for Star.

Fifteen minutes later, she emerged. Her hair was pulled back in a super tight ponytail. The tail, itself, had big, bouncy curls. She wore gold earrings with black dangling jewels. She’d put makeup on her eyes, and her lips were absolutely glistening. It was like she’d had them varnished. They looked full and very, very wet.

Her dress stopped me cold. It was a simple summer dress, inch wide straps hanging on her shoulders. The neck was low. It was completely black, but had a huge orange flower print that wrapped around her left side. It went down to about mid-thigh. Black high-heels made her legs look stunningly long.

That dress, though, wow. It hung on her shoulders and just flowed from there. The material seemed paper-thin and very lightweight. The dress begged to be lifted up, over her thighs and tummy, over her head, and dropped on the floor. It was so flimsy that she had to have felt virtually naked underneath it.

“Zip me?” she asked, turning around.

I saw the black bra band in the center of her very tan, very smooth back. I walked over and zipped her up, careful to make sure I felt her skin just a little.

She turned around and said, “Now, the first thing, on seeing your date…”

“Star, you look absolutely beautiful.”

“Stella.”

“Right. Stella, every man in Boston is going to be jealous of me toni…uh…this afternoon.”

She smiled. “That’s pretty good.” Her fingers reached up and touched her neck. “Oh, wait, almost forgot.” She turned and walked back to her room.

I caught a glimpse of her cleavage when her hand went up. Damn. And she smelled like women and sex—at least, that’s what I thought of when I caught the scent of her perfume.

She came back holding a necklace—a thin, gold collar-style one with a black teardrop jewel. “Put this on for me?”

She turned around, and I moved next to her body, smelling her. Her butt just grazed my front as I reached around her neck. I felt the super soft skin when I latched the tiny clip.

I was getting hard.

She turned around and looked me up and down. “You look very nice, too, Hatrick.” Fuck, we were close.

“Thanks.”

We were less than a foot apart. Star was stunningly beautiful, and she seemed genuinely happy. We looked at each other for a beat.

She said, “It is a date, and I am your girl, so you may kiss me before…”

I was kissing her. Not hard. Very, very softly, like she was something I absolutely cherished. Her lips were hardcore pornography. I am not shitting. I broke the kiss off, gently, before I completely lost control of myself.

Star opened her eyes and stared at me. She muttered, “I didn’t even get a chance to teach you how to do it.” Her chest was rising and falling. She searched my eyes and said, “Do that again.”

I kissed her and pulled her close, my cock pressed against her belly. She opened her mouth, and my tongue instantly filled the space. Her hands ran up my chest, over my shoulders, and along the muscles of my back. Then, they divided. One was in the hair on the back of my head, the other down my lower back and on my ass.

My hands caressed her face, and then her breasts. Her dress felt like it was made of some ultra-thin silk. Her tits were rigid underneath. I held each breast in my hands and softly squeezed, letting my fingers and thumbs enjoy and savor their weight. Through her dress and bra, Star’s tits felt like the skin was barely containing the bulging flesh underneath.

I let go of her breasts, and lifted the bottom hem of her dress. I gripped her ass with one hand and caressed her pussy through her panties with the other.

She was wet.

Still kissing with an intensity I’d never felt silivri escort before, I picked her up by the hips and took her to the couch. I sat her down and pulled her ass to the front edge. Her panties were off in moments. I knelt between her legs. She gasped into my tongue. I rubbed her pussy again, and easily slid a finger inside her.

Still kissing, I unbuckled my belt and took down my pants and boxers. I grabbed my cock and brought it to her pussy.

I broke the kiss to watch my cock open her up. I wiggled the tip between her soft lips and armed my hips for a long and gentle thrust.

“No!” she gasped. “No. No. Please, no. Stop.”

I waited and looked up at her.

She was panting, and she looked unbelievably sexy. “It’s too…we can’t…no.”

I drew back from her and nodded.

She put her feet on the floor and scooted her ass back into the couch, still drawing rapid breaths. “Okay,” she huffed, “Okay, you’re good at kissing. We maybe can skip some of the introductory material.”

I was sitting on my heels. We caught our breaths, just looking at each other.

Star glanced down at my cock. “Down boy,” she said, smiling and giggling.

I shook my head. “Doesn’t work that way, you know. Wish it did, sometimes.”

After looking up at me, she stared at my cock for a bit, and then nodded, saying, “You’re not going to be able to focus with that thing like that. Stand up.”

I did.

“Come here.”

I took a step towards her, and she put her hands on my ass and drew me closer.

“We’ll call this a ‘down boy.’ It’ll be for when you’re too preoccupied to be taught anything.”

She grabbed the base, pulled it down her mouth, and then I watched those full wet lips open and take me in. I was getting a blowjob from the sexiest, most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and she was my sister.

I filled her mouth a few minutes later.

She took her panties and went back to her bedroom for a few minutes. When she came back out, we left.

Redbones was pretty dang good. I had a brisket sandwich; she got her pulled pork. Our conversation began with lessons about talking to girls. Ask her questions, she said. Not too personal, but ones to get her talking about things that made her happy. Come up, Star advised me, with a bunch before you even go out. Be interested, she said, and above all, listen to what she says. Even better than the first questions are the follow-up questions to something interesting she says. It shows you’re listening.

It didn’t take long for our conversation to move on. We talked about Mom and Dad, about good times at home and school and out in town from childhood. We laughed a lot.

I really enjoyed how every fucking guy in the place was staring at my date. Yeah, mother fuckers, I thought, you wish you were me.

“When was the last time you took Esther on a date like this?”

“Go out to eat? Hell, like a couple weeks ago.”

“Not just going out to eat, dumbass. Getting dressed up to go out to eat. Having a conversation where you ask her questions and listen to her. A date.”

“Oh,” I said. I thought about it and nodded. “It’s been a while.”

“It needs to be formal. That’s the critical part of it. You’re kind of taking her out to show off her beauty to others, see? And then the other big part is the listening, okay?”

“Okay,” I said. “And thank you.”

It was nearing 3:30 when we got back to the apartment.

“Is that the end of the date, Stella?”

“Yes.”

“May I kiss you goodnight?”

“Yes, but not so passionately this time. A simple kiss.”

“A peck?”

“No, more like a wedding kiss. A you-may-kiss-the-bride kiss. Not too short, not too long.”

I held her waist and the back of her neck, and I kissed her. As before, I poured everything into trying to be as soft as I could. I wanted full contact, but gentle contact. I wanted to feel Star’s lips with mine. I broke it off at the moment I wanted to extend it forever. Shit.

She stared at me. “Do you kiss Esther like that?”

I thought about it, and the realization hit me hard. “Honestly? Not in a long time.”

“Why not?”

“We didn’t really kiss when we fucked. I’d kiss her neck and stuff a little bit, but not really her lips. Weird, I guess.”

“Not weird, brother mi…Hatrick. A problem.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded. “You must always kiss her before and, if the position is right, a lot during sex, too. Especially with Esther, I would say. She needs a lot of kissing.”

“Show me how you kiss,” I said.

Star smirked at me, but she stepped to me, put her hands on my shoulders and drew me down to her lips. When she drew away, she said, “That’s a wedding kiss.”

“What about a during sex kiss? What do you do then?”

“Like this,” she said, and when our lips met, her tongue dipped into my mouth. I felt it lick my tongue over and again. My whole body loved that kiss. She pulled away too soon.

“Wow. You kiss Esther that way?”

She nodded. “A kiss should tell a guy everything he needs to know about what to do next. It’s like reading a book. You’ve got to read the kiss.”

“Explain that.”

“Well, for starters, you’ve got to kiss softly—at first. You’re kissing to feel how she feels. If she’s soft back to you, then she wants to be seduced. If she comes at you harder, then she want to seduce you.”

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