Whistling Past the Graveyard

Mary Beth kissed Dennis again then said, "Maybe I could give your wife some lessons on giving blow jobs. Who knows, maybe she could benefit from some oral sex. Have you ever licked her clitoris?"

"No, but I'm willing to learn."

The remainder of the time was spent showing Dennis the finer points of eating pussy. He also got to fuck two women whose only interest was sex and the enjoyment it offered. By the time Dennis left, he was a changed man. The afternoon gave him a new view of life. His money was well spent. He also arranged a weekly meet with one of the women in the group. He felt confident that any of the women would be superior to what he had been settling for previously. And, one more thing: He offered to give a loan should we need one.

You may ask where the reflection comes in. I like to take stock from time to time, and in this case I wanted to reflect on what the course of my life would take. Sam and I had started a very successful business with a stock that only required payment and no storage. It paid very well with no taxes attached. Given my new knowledge of business via Sam, I was concerned that at some point we needed to launder the mass of cash into something legitimate. Or should I take my share of our profits and continue in college, then wife, kids, house with back yard, membership in the local club, station-wagon, dog, once weekly sex, dinner at six, more kids, lawn mowing, etc., etc., ad infinitum. Fuck no! Laundry it would be along with sex with all of the many, many available women whom I now knew were at every turn. Over the past year I had learned one of life's great lessons: women loved to fuck. Even more than men, women loved the raw sex that included eating pussy, blowjobs, ramming cock into her cunt while sucking a nipple. Women loved sex in a way that was more honest than men came anywhere near knowing about. They loved to be fucked, so who was I to deny those with whom I came into contact. Whether it be in the produce section of the super market or the bus to campus, I was going to pick up on the sexual vibrations that women gave off, every one of them, even if they denied transmitting them.

How's that for reflection?

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Home is Where the Heart is

At the end of the academic year, Sam and I made the decision to leave the business until the Fall semester. We would use some of our newly acquired wealth and enjoy the summer. We, unlike most undergraduates on summer break, didn't have to dig ditches or cut brush at the local summer camp for rich brats. We were now the rich brats.

Mr. Griffith, the banker with shaved cock, gave us great investment advice without charge. He also expected a discount on blowjobs, with which we cheerfully went along. After all, he was a great source of tax-free advice. He also gave us one very good piece of advice influenced slightly by his now less than tight-assed sex life: Buy one thing that you really want and invest the rest. Therefore, I bought a sports car.

As I drove north from the city, where I had spent the most important year of my life, one arm resting on the ledge of the door of my new Corvette, I thought that it would be the gentlemanly thing to stop and see Flo and have one of the great dinners on the menu of the café where she worked.

"Hi, Bill," Flo said with her sexy smile. "You look like you could use a dinner and dessert."

"I really would like some dessert, although I'm hungry for the dinner. I'll have that hot beef sandwich with the gravy and mashed potatoes?"

"Great," Flo said, "and since the town marshal is out of my life, we can have dessert at my house.

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The summer was one spent reacquainting myself with some of the local women and introducing myself to some new ones. Then there was the trip to France and being introduced to a different perspective on sex.

My return to the U in the fall was welcome; I missed Mary Beth. I moved in with her in her new condominium overlooking a lake. She was still devoted to her husband only in that that shared investments and a name. We continued the business agreement of the previous year and I created a path to a life that I would never have imagined as a youngster before sex became my saving grace.