A Gift in Disguise Ch. 12

The full triangular expanse of her thick, black bush was exposed, wet with her juices and emitting the heat from the dark red folds it protected.

Karen extended her arms upward toward me, beckoning me to lower myself back onto her. The fire of long-denied sexual release was revealed in her eyes.

I reached for my cock with my right hand to guide it to her opening.

With surprising speed and precision, Karen's right hand pushed mine away from my erection. Still on her back, she smoothly scooted so I was closer to her pussy. Her hands flew to my erection, and she began to run her fingers over it.

Her touch was exquisitely sensual. Her face took on an almost worshipful countenance as if my hard, dark red manhood was already sending some unexplained pleasure into her body through her fingers. I heard and felt the sounds that came forth from my lips, though they were only sounds and not words. And from deep inside I felt the orgasmic explosion beginning its inevitable destiny.

Karen's eyes remained closed as her hands made love to my manhood. Yet even with no eyes seeing, Karen gently guided the tip of my cock to the hood just above her opening. She brought my tip down against her protruding clit, and they touched as if to kiss. While the sensuality of the moment ran its course through both of us, she guided me to her opening, and I slowly entered her warm wetness.

My cockhead had barely entered her when her eyes quickly opened and stared upward toward the heavens.

Her hands released me and her arms flew to my shoulders. Her legs flexed and drove themselves against the backs of my thighs.

I pushed slowly into her, further and further, until she fully enclosed me. At that moment her cunt muscles constricted around me.

Karen's face tightened at that moment, then the rest of her body's muscles in orgasmic sequence.

I withdrew my erection almost entirely, then started forward again. In rhythm, she moved her hips upward and guided my tip to her special spot. At the instant of maximum pleasure, we both humped frantically and furiously.

Her body convulsed when I released my hot white fluid into her. Her convulsions continued as seemingly did my own flow of cum. When my flow finally stopped, her body tightened once again and the coarse convulsions became tiny vibrations. They renewed my strength for one last series of plunges into her womanly cavern.

With my last thrust and the last clench of her own orgasm, Karen's body began to relax. She began to breathe again, first gasping for air, then settling into a normal rhythm.

Her eyes opened again having returned from whatever world they had been seeing.

Our faces were drenched with sweat. Cum flowed out from her around my now-softening erection still inside her. Our muscles began to relax.

I eased my weight off her now. This time she did not object. Then I completely withdrew my manhood from inside her womanhood.

I propped myself up on my elbow so I could better see her face. Her face took on a peaceful, gentle appearance reflecting her satisfaction. Neither of us tried to speak, maybe sensing that mere words would be inadequate to describe what we had both just experienced.

Her face still so peaceful and soft, Karen's eyelids fluttered. She seemed mildly surprised but definitely not alarmed by the degree of relaxation now consuming her. As if to use her eyes to speak words her lips could not form, Karen looked deeply at me. Then her eyes closed in the almost inevitable orgasmic sleep. Only Major Robyn Broadsword had at first seemed immune to it, but even she succumbed after a second wave of sequential orgasms.

After a few minutes, I arose and walked nude across the room to the love seat and coffee table. I carefully repacked the book inside the decorative box, and then that inside the archival box. I placed the book box and the cloth's archival tube by the door to the apartment, then went back and gathered my clothes.

I dressed, then walked back to the bed where Karen slept so peacefully. I covered her carefully and took one last look at her beautiful face. I placed her cell phone on the night stand close to her.

After turning on the bathroom light and turning off the other lights in the apartment, I collected my material and left.

The hot air in the warehouse hit me in the face in contrast to the cooler air of the apartment. The door clicked closed and locked behind me. I left via the same outside door by which I had entered. It was still daylight even though late in the afternoon. I placed the material in the trunk of my car and drove toward home.

Being still a little bit fuzzy from my time with Karen, I took the long route home using surface streets rather than the freeway. The longer drive helped clear my head.

I entered my apartment and immediately placed the archival storage box and tube in my closet. It was almost 7 p.m. Knowing Bethany was at work, I nevertheless felt I should try to contact her and let her know I had met with Karen.

As expected, Bethany's cell phone went to voicemail, so I left a message. "Hi, Bethany, it's Tom Connors. I met with Karen Matsumoto at her office this afternoon so she could look at the book. I was calling to fill you in on the details. If you get this message before ten tonight and want to talk, please give me a call. Otherwise, I'll try to reach you tomorrow. Bye."

About 8 p.m. my phone rang. Before looking at the screen, I assumed it was Bethany returning my call. However, it was a call from Emily.

"Hi, Tom. I thought about waiting to call you tomorrow, but between your classes and preparing for your master's defense ... Anyway, Lorraine called me today and practically begged us to retrieve the pussy cam from her on Tuesday."

"Begged? Why?" I asked.

Emily stifled a giggle, and the snort that resulted even caused me to laugh a bit.

"Well, Lorraine said Amanda's speedy-swift hair restorative worked. Apparently her bush regrew even faster than either of them expected. The itching was driving her crazy, so Amanda told her to stop using part 3 right away. Amanda and her pharmacist partner also compounded a potion to bring down her ph and osmolality. Lorraine took one final set of images of the regrowth with the pussy cam and then trimmed her bush back to where she likes it to be. She said the very last images on the pussy cam are what she thinks she'd like the phallus overlay to look like."

"I'll assume that ph and osmo-whatever-it-was-you-said are girl things. Is Lorraine okay now?"

"They are. Some day if you're desperate for conversation I'll explain them to you. And yes, Lorraine is just fine. The new lotion stopped the itching almost instantly. Amanda told Lorraine to go back to the original depilation-restorative formulation each time she uses the phallus. The only thing is, Amanda told her no interpersonal sex for a week to let the new stuff work completely. I guess Lorraine'll just have to date her vibrator in the meantime.

The reason I was calling was to see if you wanted to go with me on Tuesday afternoon to retrieve the pussy cam from Lorraine? Just in case she had any comments or thoughts relative to the phallus, I mean. And then I thought maybe you'd like to come by my place and we could photographically overlay Lorraine's new growth around the image of her with the phallus. I think it would be a good idea to let her see what the overlay she thinks she wants will actually look like with the phallus before Amanda constructs the overlay from Lorraine's own hair."

"Tuesday afternoon sounds good. Pick you up where? Your townhouse or at work? What time?"

"Well, since Lorraine's is kind of between the two of us, why don't we just meet at her place. You can follow me home afterwards. How about two o'clock at Lorraine's?"

"Two's fine. I'm going to bring a book of photographs with me. Because you and Marta are shifuku practitioners, I'd like you to look at them and tell me if they have any kind of effect on you."

"Well, that sounds mysterious. How many are there?"

"There are twenty-two photos."

"Are you going to show them to Lorraine, too?"

"No, not right now. I'd like to get your thoughts on them first."

"What kind of photos are they? Are we talking serious porn here or what?"

"No, they're not porn. They're photos a friend of mine took of me while I was swimming. And yes, I was wearing a swimsuit. But I don't want to say any more about it. I want to get your reactions first."

"Like I said, Tom. Mysterious. See you Tuesday at two at Lorraine's."

My call with Emily ended about 8:30. Bethany hadn't returned my call by 9:30, so I assumed she was tied up at work.

At 9:55 I was sitting on the edge of my bed getting ready to switch off the light and go to sleep when the phone rang. It was Bethany.

"Hi, Tom. I got your message earlier and had planned to call you sooner, but I just got off the phone with Karen Matsumoto. She said you spent the afternoon with her at the Special Collections lab.

Thank you for meeting with her as quickly as you did, Tom. I could tell from her voice that she's looking forward to getting some responses to your material from the special collections community.

She said she gave you the full-blown tour and that you were incredibly astute in your grasp of the processes and procedures.

Of course she wouldn't disclose anything about your material even though I've already seen it. She's really serious about her obligation of confidentiality. She said in her eagerness to get your material into the system, she forgot to ask if you wanted to sign a release identifying anyone outside the community, me for example, with whom she could discuss your material."

"It is an impressive operation," I responded. "I've agreed to provide her with the stuff anytime if she needs it for further analysis, so next time I see her, I'll remind her about the release and put you on it.

She's not really expecting to get replies for a few days, though. I'll make sure that the release authorizes her to discuss them with you, too."

"Thank you, Tom. I appreciate that.

And now for the really good news. I talked with Paul and Michael today. We're all in agreement that we want to invite Misako and her sister Risa to come back for another visit to work out the details of our exhibiting some of Misako's work at the Club. I'll be calling Misako tomorrow morning to arrange a mutually convenient time."

"That is great news, Bethany. I hope you and she can work something out. What finally convinced Paul and Michael to agree to go forward?"

"Well, obviously I didn't tell them about all the effects it — and you — had on me after our concert date last night, but they're pretty perceptive. I think they noticed a little more bounce in my step this morning. Our family has never been secretive, especially when it comes to sex.

By the way, Tom, you said Sharon had invited you to be her guest at family night at the Club Saturday after next. Will you be there?"

"Yes, I'm looking forward to it. I assume you'll be working out front?"

"Absolutely! And in gratitude to both you and Sharon for last night, there will be a special video piped in on the private channel in Sharon's room. Since you both like imagery, I promise that you'll both be very very pleased."

"And you're not going to tell me any more about it, are you?" I chided her.

"Nope. You'll just have to watch it. I might suggest that it will save time if you've both undressed and jumped into bed together to watch it. Whatever happens after that, it'll be up to you two." Her innocent laughter was both refreshing and calming.

After once again thanking Bethany for the concert date and our time together afterwards, I shut off the cell phone and light. Just as I faded into sleep, Bethany's laughter to close our conversation brought a smile to my face and a sense of well-being to my heart. I was looking forward to the coming week.