The Poet Pt. 03

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The Poet (Part 3)

Kathryn M. Burke

When Blake shuffled into his apartment, Rowena greeted him brightly. “How’d it go?”

He didn’t answer, just gazed at her with brooding melancholy.

“How was Gloria?” she asked.

At last he spoke. “I–I wasn’t with her.”

“Why on earth not?”

“She got freaked out.”

“Freaked out? About what?”

He pointed to his groin.

Rowena let out an amused chortle. “You mean the size of your cock? I’d warned her about that.” When Blake again fell silent, she went on: “Look, Gloria’s no virgin. I can’t imagine her getting all het up about a big dick, even one like yours.”

“Well, she did.”

“So where the hell were you all night? Surely you didn’t just wander into some other girl’s room and spend the night with her?”

He nodded briefly.

“You did? Holy cow! Who was she?”

“Her name’s Lorna. I’d taken a class with her.”

“Let me get this straight. Gloria has a hissy fit and kicks you out of her room, and you end up in this girl Lorna’s room. Did you just go to sleep there, or did you actually fuck her?”

Blake suddenly blazed in anger. “Don’t talk about her like that! I made love to her!”

Rowena held out her hands as if warding off an attack. “Okay, okay, settle down. I didn’t mean anything. But it just seems to me she was pretty accommodating to spread her legs for you without any advance warning.”

As Blake continued to glare at her, Rowena felt the first stirrings of apprehension. Looking her lover sharply, she said in disbelief, “You’re not telling me you–you care for her?” The idea struck her as preposterous.

“I love her!” Blake thundered at the top of his voice.

“You love her?” she said derisively. “After one night? Things like that don’t happen.”

“It happened with you!”

“Yeah, well…” She let out a ragged breath. “That’s because I was your first–I took your virginity.”

“It happened with her too.”

Rowena was ready to tear her hair out. “You’re really saying you–you’re in love with this girl?”

“I want to pursue a relationship with her.”

“Okay, fine, go ahead.”

Blake stared hard at her and repeated emphatically, “I want to pursue a relationship with her.”

Now Rowena was getting really scared. “Are you,” she whispered, “are you–dumping me?” She couldn’t wrap her mind around the concept. This whole business of sending Blake to that sorority house was just a way of getting him to be more devoted to her–because there just couldn’t be another girl who could elicit the powerful feelings she’d gotten out of this man. And yet, here he was, telling her–

“Maybe we could keep on,” he said lamely, knowing that would be impossible.

Now it was Rowena’s turn to get angry. “Not on your life, bud! I’m not playing second fiddle to some bimbo you’ve copulated with for one night.” Dashing around the apartment, she made her way to a closet and pulled out a small suitcase. “I’m outta here! Until you figure out what the hell you want, you’re not gonna have me to kick around anymore.”

Rowena’s theatrical gesture was carefully calculated. As she began throwing random pieces of her clothing into the suitcase, she was certain Blake would crack and beg her–maybe on his knees–to stay, professing that he’d never see this annoying Lorna girl anymore. But as he stood there stone-faced, Rowena realized she’d backed herself into a corner. She now had to leave–at least for a little while–until (so she assumed) Blake’s desperate yearning for her company, and her body, reasserted itself and he begged her to come back.

But it wasn’t going to happen right then. As she finished a careless and superficial packing of her stuff, Blake just continued to stare blankly at her–so, with a suppressed sob of anguish and resentment, she bolted out of the apartment.

Her place was taken, with amazing ulus escort swiftness, by Lorna. She had gotten tired of the sorority house and its general craziness (especially at night), and welcomed the relative tranquility of this off-campus apartment. And she knew that she had to be with her new lover and figure out exactly why he felt so strongly for her, and she for him. She knew he’d had a girlfriend–some stupid female who had played with fire by actively urging him to sleep with other chicks at the house, for God knows what reason–but didn’t know anything about her. She saw faint traces of her presence in the apartment, whether it be some cosmetics left in the medicine chest or even a pair of her panties mixed in with Blake’s underwear.

And in the weeks that followed, Lorna and Blake did get to know each other very well–in bed and out of bed. The end of the semester was approaching–with graduation to follow after that–so they had a lot of studying to do; but they made sure to make time for each other as often as they could. Their relationship blossomed in a way that amazed them both, and they truly felt as if they were in a kind of practice session for being husband and wife.

The hectic flurry of graduation came and went, and the couple looked forward to finding jobs in the small town they’d grown so fond of. Lots of possibilities beckoned, and they figured they’d take their time about taking up work that suited them.

One day Lorna was sitting on a bench outside the administration building, drinking in the warm June sun and thinking of how nice life had suddenly become. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the girl who had sidled silently up to her.

When the girl sat down on the bench, Lorna turned her head with a jerk and said, “Hello.”

“Hello,” the girl replied. Looking at her keenly, she asked, “Are you Lorna?”

“Yes.”

“I’m Rowena.” After a pause: “Does that name mean anything to you?”

Lorna’s eyes widened as she said quietly, “You–you were Blake’s girlfriend before me?”

“Yes.”

The two young women sized each other up. Lorna saw in her unexpected companion a girl plunged into the depths of melancholy and self-recrimination–on the brink of tears, in fact. She sensed that this was totally uncharacteristic of this otherwise vibrant and bubbly creature, and her heart went out to the girl Blake had rejected.

“Wh-what has he said about me?” Rowena asked.

“Not much,” Lorna acknowledged.

“That figures. He’s forgoten all about me.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“I would! Why hasn’t he even spoken a word to me since we broke up?” Rowena shook her head as if trying to get the cobwebs out of her mind. “Look, Lorna, I don’t mean to intrude on your relationship with Blake. He’s obviously made the decision to be with you, and more power to you both. I just wanted to let you know I’m not a bad person.”

“I never thought of you as a bad person.”

“He did.”

“Oh, I don’t think so.”

“Yes, he did! He could never get over the fact that I’d had some guys–okay, maybe a lot of guys–before him.”

“Oh, Rowena, that was just a kind of jealousy many men have.”

“It was more than that. He said to me, ‘That shows me what sort of person you are.’ God, what a horrible thing to say! It made me feel so–so low.” Rowena tried to blink away some tears, but they fell down her cheeks anyway. “I don’t think he ever loved me. He said he did, lots of time–but now I don’t think he really meant it.”

Lorna’s heart went out to the grieving girl. “You’re wrong about that.”

“Oh, maybe he felt grateful to me for–for taking his virginity. He probably had lots of crushes on girls but was too shy to approach them. All he could do was write this anguished poetry about them, and about himself. But that’s not love.”

“I’m telling you, you’re wrong. He yenimahalle escort did love you.” And Lorna added with emphasis: “And still does.”

Rowena’s jaw dropped. “How can you possibly know that?”

“Listen, Rowena,” Lorna said intensely, “the last few months with Blake have been wonderful. This is the most fulfilling relationship of my whole life–but things aren’t quite right between us. I’m beginning to think there’s a place in his heart that only you can reach.”

“You mean it?” Rowena whispered, a flicker of hope emerging in her heart.

“Yeah, I mean it.”

Without warning Rowena flung her arms around Lorna and buried her face in the crook of her new friend’s neck–and then gave way to an ocean of tears, both sad and vaguely happy. Lorna just held Rowena close, knowing that this girl had to let out her pent-up emotions in this way. Rowena clung even more tightly to the other girl, her tears wetting Lorna’s cheek pretty much the way Blake’s tears had moistened her bare breast during that first incredible night with him in the sorority house.

And then, impulsively, Rowena took Lorna’s face in her hands and pasted a sloppy, wet kiss on her mouth.

That kiss seemed to last an eternity. For both of them it was a complex and inexpressible experience. They knew that they were strangely joined together through their love of one man, and their kiss was as much a sort of vicarious kiss directed to that man as it was an affirmation of their union. Each could feel the other’s breasts pressing together, even through the blouse and bra they wore. And they both reflected, with incongruous humor, that whoever was around probably took them to be lesbians boldly making out in public, heedless of the spectacle they were creating.

At last their lips parted, and Rowena said, “Gee, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”

“It’s okay,” Lorna said, her eyes shining. “I liked it.”

“I’ve never done that before–I mean, kiss a girl.”

“Neither have I.”

For a while they just stared at each other. Then Lorna said decisively: “Look, you have to come to our place. I guess it was your place before.”

“No,” Rowena said, suddenly getting scared. “I–I can’t meet him again.”

“You can, and you will. We need to straighten this out.”

That was the response Rowena secretly wanted, and they both got up and all but marched to the apartment they both knew so well.

When they reached it, they found it empty. Perplexed, they just stood there for a little while, then sat demurely on the living-room couch, saying little. In about twenty minutes Blake came home from whatever errand he’d been running. Stopping short when he saw the second girl in the room, he said accusingly at Lorna, “What’s she doing here?”

“Blake,” Lorna said calmly but firmly, “you’ve not treated Rowena very well.”

“I’ve not treated her well?” he said incredulously. “She’s the one who walked out on me, remember?”

“Okay, but I just think you have a lot of unresolved issues with her. We all need to work them out.”

Blake just stared at one girl and then the other. Visions of his intense lovemaking with both of them darted through his mind.

“Work them out–how?” he said hoarsely.

Lorna gazed hard at both of the other two people in the room, then said to Blake, “You need to go in there”–she nodded her head toward the bedroom–“and show her how much you love her. Because you do love her, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Blake whispered, looking at the floor.

Rowena thought she was going to faint. Standing up with shaking legs, she waited for Blake to do something.

He approached her stiffly, took her hand, and went into the bedroom. That bed had seen so much passion between Blake and Rowena–and then between Blake and Lorna. In some strange way the two young women blurred together in his mind, although he realized how different they were–physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

Blake carefully closed the door, then looked at his erstwhile girlfriend. Rowena was suddenly overcome with an inexplicable feeling of shyness and embarrassment, and she had to turn her back while she undressed. The whole thing was taking on the aspect of a dream or fantasy. But when she turned around, Blake’s own nudity–and his immense erection–was all too real.

As he stood there, legs somewhat apart, she flung herself down on her knees and took his cock into her mouth.

It was not a gesture of submission, but one of renewal–the renewal of her love for him and the renewal of her sense of self-worth as a woman. She licked and sucked and nibbled that cock (and the balls underneath) with tenderness and devotion, then led Blake to the bed. He seemed inclined to lick her pussy and bring her to climax first, but with a little shake of her head she indicated that she wanted something else. I want you in me–right now.

Blake bowed to the inevitable and entered her.

This coupling was very different from any they’d had before, even that glorious one when he’d shed his virginity and attained intimacy with a female for the first time. He felt that he’d known Rowena for ages and also that she was a fresh, new woman–new in the sense that her dubious past was wiped away through her undying affection for him. He started by thrusting slowly, but at her gentle insistence (“Harder, please!”) he picked up the pace, finally pounding her almost violently–but always tenderly–until he exploded with a mind-bending orgasm that poured what seemed like a tsunami of his seed into her.

Rowena held him close as his final pulsations throbbed in her vagina. Blake made as if to withdraw, but she kept him firmly embedded in her–and then, after a minute or so, and to her own amazement, her own climax began working its way from her pussy all the way through her body. Her legs and arms quivered uncontrollably, and her eyes rolled in her head and even her teeth rattled in her head as the paroxysm shook her to the very depths of her being. Blake, his cock still plunged in her, couldn’t believe what was happening–and her orgasm had the incredible effect of stimulating an utterly unexpected second one of his own, as he poured out thick streams of come into her while he held her close, his hands clutching her breasts and bottom.

After they separated, Blake flopped over onto his back next to her. Rowena, her tongue lolling out of her head as she continued to feel the after-effects of the most overwhelming climax of her life, eventually got to her feet and shakily walked out of the bedroom.

Rowena went back to the living room, where Lorna was still sitting on the couch, staring ahead and seemingly lost in thought. As she gazed upon the naked girl with the discharge of her boyfriend dribbling out of her pussy and down the insides of her thighs, she gave her a questioning look.

“Lorna,” Rowena said gently, holding out a hand, “please join us.”

The other girl smiled faintly and nodded to herself. She got up and let Rowena lead her into the bedroom, where the smell of recent sex was pungent and stimulating.

Lorna undressed quickly, and both of them paid Blake the attention he deserved as the focus of their love and passion. The trio engaged in all manner of complicated permutations and acrobatics. The two women serviced him as he lay on his back, Lorna impaling herself on Blake’s cock while Rowena sat on his face and let his own seed trickle into his mouth. Then the females lubricated themselves and were in turn speared in their posteriors by Blake’s huge organ–and took occasion to hug and kiss and press their breasts together. Later the women engaged in a lengthy session of sixty-nine as Blake tunneled into their bottoms one after the other.

It was a session for the ages–one they never forgot. They lost count of how many orgasms they each had, but plenty of bodily fluids were exchanged from one to the other to the third. But this was just a way of sealing their three-way relationship in the most emphatic possible manner, and they knew that they would be doing that for a long time to come.

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