The Making of a Gigolo (15) - Agatha Roberts

by Lubrican

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Chapter Fourteen

The next day Paula spent all morning with Bobby. She was distracted, because, as she had masturbated the night before, all she could think about was that Bobby had seen her naked, right there in that room. He had put her in the same bed she was lying in. He'd said he thought about ... things. Had he stood, staring at her naked body? Had he wanted to touch her? had he touched her? Maybe just a little?

She kept thinking about that as she mudded the corners in the room they were working on. He had her do the corners because he said she was better at it than he was. When they were done she asked what was next.

"Nothing," he said. "We're out of money. I had the sheetrock mud, so we could do that, but paint and the rest of the electrical and plumbing will have to wait."

"That's too bad," said Paula. "This is going to be a neat place to live."

"Maybe not," he said. "My sisters will be living out here with me, you know."

"You love them," she said. "I can see that. You guys get along a lot better than my sister and I do." She blinked. "Did." That made her think about what had caused the split. "Bobby, can I ask you a question?"

"Uh huh."

"New Year's Eve. You said you thought about me ... when I was naked."

"Not really," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"You were passed out, you smelled bad, and I was upset," he said. "It's kind of hard to be horny when those are the circumstances."

"Oh." He had burst her bubble. She'd been pretending that he'd stood over her, wanting her, but just been too much of a gentleman to take advantage of her. Her dejection must have been communicated in her voice, because he spoke.

"Don't get me wrong," he said. "You're a beautiful young woman. I noticed that. If it had been under different circumstances, you might have been in real trouble."

She felt better immediately. Something, she couldn't tell what, urged her to say more.

"There was a point where I almost wished you had raped me."

"Don't even joke about that," he said.

"I wasn't joking," she said, looking at him.

"You want to explain that?" he asked.

"It's just that I'm scared to death of sex. If you'd done that while I was unconscious, it would be over, and I wouldn't have to be afraid anymore."

"That's the stupidest thing I think I ever heard," he said.

"Why?" she asked, taken aback only a little at being called 'stupid'.

"Because the real joy of sex is experiencing it. And whatever makes you afraid of it won't go away just because it happened while you were passed out."

"I like the first part," she said. "You know, the flirting, like when we danced." She frowned. "It's just that going all the way part that makes me scared."

"I think you'll be fine when you meet the right guy," said Bobby. "Things like being scared have a way of taking care of themselves, when you're really excited."

"That's easy for a guy to say," she said. "All you have to do is shove it in."

"You're just full of stupid remarks today," said Bobby. He grinned to take the sting out of it. "Making love to a woman is hard work. You have to pay attention to her and make sure she gets to where she needs to go, before you take care of yourself. It's all about making her happy. Then, when you know she's happy, it's okay to be happy about it yourself."

"I don't think other men are like that," said Paula. "Every time I've gotten close, the guy was saying he was dying and begging. It never sounded much like he cared how I felt. One of them even lied to me. I told him I was scared, and he said it wouldn't hurt. I know it hurts. Every girl I ever talked to about it said it hurt the first time."

"How many girls have you talked to about that?" asked Bobby .

"I don't know ... four or five maybe. It doesn't exactly come up in casual conversation, you know."

"It doesn't have to hurt," said Bobby. "At least in my experience, you can make it hurt as little as possible."

"How many girls have you ... done it with?" she asked.

"You don't want to know," he said.

"Yes I do."

"No, you don't," he said firmly.

"What are you ... some kind of stud?" She laughed.

He only smiled. "Trust me, with the right guy, you'll have a good time. Why are you in a hurry anyway?"

"I'm not in a hurry," she said. "It's just that when you don't do that with a guy, he loses interest."

"That's not true either," said Bobby. "I have a friend. She's one of my best friends and we've never done it."

"But she's not your girlfriend," said Paula.

"I guess not," said Bobby. He frowned then.

"Do you want to do it with her?" asked Paula.

"Yes." His answer was immediate. "But it wouldn't work. She got hurt, really bad, and she's not ready for that. I get the feeling she's not interested in me that way anyway."

"You should ask her," said Paula.

"That's silly," he said, smiling.

"No it's not!"

"What am I supposed to say?" asked Bobby. "Hey, Connie, I've got the hots for you and I want to boff you all day long. How 'bout it?"

Paula laughed. "No ... not like that, of course. But a girl knows what she wants to do ... and not do. Men just never ask."

"How about you?" he asked, on impulse. "What would you do ... and not do ... with me?"

Paula's eyes opened wide. She felt blood suffuse her cheeks.

"You already know I like to rub up against you when we dance," she said, evasively.

"Come on," he taunted. "You're the one who suggested this. Is that all you want to do with me?"

She was quiet for several heartbeats and he thought he might have pushed her too far.

"Maybe not." Her voice was not very loud. She watched him, suddenly fearful again. She wasn't sure what was making her fearful, but it clamped down on her stomach.

"Interesting," he said. "You know you didn't actually answer the question."

She blinked. He went on.

"Isn't it interesting that you told me what to do, but it turned out you couldn't do it yourself? I think you just proved me right. I don't think asking a woman what she wants is going to work."

"I just wasn't ready!" she yelped. "It's not fair to just spring that on a girl when you hardly know her."

"I've spent as much or more time with you than I spent with the first couple of women I made love to," he said. He thought back to Tilly, and Martha, and even Sherry. All of those relationships had blossomed in less than a day or two.

"This is weird," she said.

"It was your idea," he reminded her.

"Okay, okay, give me a minute."

He did and she immediately wished he'd kept talking. She looked at him. He was handsome. She'd been very pleased when she first saw him. He was older by years than any other man she'd spent time with. That had attracted her too. She'd felt more grown up, in the arms of an older man. Then she'd ruined it by getting drunk. She wondered if he would have made a move on her if she hadn't gotten wasted.

"Are you attracted to me?" she asked suddenly.

"I'd have to say yes," he answered. "When you're not drunk," he added.

"If I hadn't gotten drunk that night ... would you have tried something with me?"

"Hard to say," he mused. "You got me going with the way you danced with me. I thought you were very forward. I was worried something might happen."

"Worried?"

"Being your date was a favor for a friend of a friend," he said. "That's not exactly the right situation to try getting a girl naked in."

"You did get me naked," she said.

"That was different," he countered. "I wasn't going to ruin our sheets by leaving your stinky clothes on."

"Did you look at me?"

"Of course."

She went silent for another dozen heartbeats.

"If I was dating you, I'd want to kiss you. I wouldn't mind if you touched me ... a little."

Bobby snorted. "And I'm supposed to figure out how little to touch you?"

"I'd let you know."

"I thought the whole purpose of all this was so that we'd both know what was going to happen and not happen," he pointed out.

"Okay, you can't fuck me!" she snapped. "There!"

"I could live with that," he said calmly.

"You could?" She was shocked.

"For a while anyway," he said. "I'm pretty sure you'd change your mind, once we got to know each other better."

"Why?" she asked.

"I've done this before," he said.

"Were they virgins?"

"Some of them. Maybe half."

"It sounds like you've done this a lot!" she said breathlessly.

"I told you not to ask," he reminded her.

"But you would be willing to kiss me and touch me, and that's all?"

"Of course," he said. "If that's all you needed, that's all I'd do."

"But what about ... your needs? Some of those guys tried to tell me they were in pain."

"I know how to masturbate," he said calmly.

"Wow," she said. No man had ever talked with her this openly before.

"Now, if we're all done talking about what we both could do and not do, I have some jobs to go take care of."

"Sure," she said. Her mind was whirling.

The next morning, Bobby said he had something to do and left right after breakfast. He drove to Erica's and went in. She met him in the living room and took him to the crib. Owen was lying there, moving around, his eyes shifting around as if he were trying to look at things.

"You make good babies," she said, holding his hand.

"Even if he's a boy?" Bobby smiled.

"Even if he's a boy," she said. She put her arms around him. "Want to watch me feed him?"

"I'd love to," he said.

She unbuttoned her shirt and flipped open the flap of her nursing bra to expose the nipple. She picked Owen up and put his lips to the nipple. He started sucking and she shuddered.

"It feels so strange when the milk lets down," said Erica. "It's almost painful at first."

"I know," he said.

"How do you know?" she asked.

"I have two breastfeeding sisters," he caged.

"I make way too much milk for him," said Erica.

"I can help with that," said Bobby.

Paula asked to use the phone, after lunch, and called the girl who she'd ridden with to Granger that was going to pick her up on the sixth and take her back to school. She explained where she was now staying and gave directions to the B&B. Her friend thought she'd be there around noon, if the weather held.

She spent a lot of time thinking that afternoon. The twins were gone to work and Mirriam was doing various chores around the house. She thought about her conversation with Bobby, that morning. She thought about the things he'd said ... that it didn't have to hurt ... if it was done right. He'd asked her why she was in a hurry. She wondered about that herself and pondered it for a while. She was convinced that if she wasn't scared of sex, she would be able to find a boyfriend and see if they could make something work for longer than a month. Then she thought about what she had told Bobby she might accept from him ... if they were dating. She had been on one date with him ... sort of. She'd screwed that up. She wondered if he'd take her out again, before she left, if she asked him to.

Supper was the usual gabfest. Bobby talked about some of the things he'd done that day, and the twins told stories about the kids they'd taken care of. Paula didn't have much to contribute, until Bobby mentioned that she was better at finishing corners than he was. She expected the other women to be amazed, but they weren't. It was as if they expected her to be good at something and had just heard what it was.

"I should have taken you with me this afternoon," said Bobby. "I could have used you a couple of times."

"Bobby!" scolded his mother. "She's a guest."

"I wouldn't mind!" said Paula. "I was bored anyway. And you have fed me all these extra meals."

"You want to go with me tomorrow?" asked Bobby.

Paula said, "Sure!" at exactly the same time Mirriam said, "Bobby!" again.

That night Paula asked if they could dance again. Bobby looked at her so intently that she felt hot. Again they danced fast first, gyrating until they were all hot and sweaty. Then the slow songs started. Mirriam had been sitting for a while and hopped up to claim Bobby first. Paula's eyes opened a little wider as Mirriam put her arms around Bobby's neck and he put his hands on her back, almost exactly like he did with his sisters. She watched intently, because it looked like when his back was to her, his hands seemed to move lower. It was that way with his sisters too, but none of them ever made a fuss about it.

Then it was her turn and she melted against him as he treated her exactly the same way. His hands smoothed down onto her butt and he squeezed gently.

"You said I could," he whispered into her hair.

For every way in which she teased him, he reciprocated, stroking her butt, back, and even the sides of her breasts. It got late, and the twins fed their babies, sitting on the couch, then went to bed. Mirriam and Paula traded off with Bobby a while longer, then Mirriam said she was going to bed. She looked at Bobby and said, "Behave."

"Do you want to keep dancing?" he asked. "We can if we turn the music down low."

"Okay," said Paula. When they were dancing again, Paula asked "What was that about? What your mother said."

"She was warning me not to seduce you," he said.

"She thinks you might?"

"She knows me pretty well." He stroked her back. "She knows about all the women."

"How odd," said Paula. "I can't imagine my parents knowing about all the men I've gone out with. Not if they had seduced me."

"It's complicated," said Bobby. "A couple of them were her friends."

Paula stopped. "You seduced her friends?!"

"I shouldn't have told you that," he said. "Don't worry. You're safe."

They started dancing again.

"What if I don't want to be safe?" she asked into his chest.

"Then you're not safe anymore," he said. His hands went to her butt and squeezed, pulling her against what was clearly an erection. She felt weak, but got over it quickly.

She knew that if she turned her face up to him, he'd kiss her. While she was deciding whether or not to do that, she just instinctively looked up.

He was a good kisser, Paula knew immediately. She'd kissed a lot of boys, both in high school when it was strictly forbidden, and in college, where she was free to do it as much as she wanted. She loved kissing. It made her feel so good inside. She would be happy to kiss for hours, but the men she dated in college always wanted to touch her, instead of just kissing her.

Like Bobby was doing now, she thought dreamily, feeling his hand on her breast. But he was kissing her so wonderfully, she didn't mind his hand there, squeezing, molding. The music was still playing, but they were just standing there now, kissing. He was so gentle. Both his hands and his lips seemed to caress her. She pushed her loins forward and felt the bulge she knew she was responsible for.

She trusted him, somehow. He had been so open that she believed he would only do so much. That let her enjoy the feeling of moving against him. It made her belly hot inside ... all this kissing ... and rubbing.

He pulled back.

"You should go to bed now," he said.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because I'm really turned on," he said. "I want to honor my pledge."

"I like this," she said, rubbing against him some more.

"I do too," he said, smiling. "I'd like to see you naked again right now."

She felt the thrill of fear shoot through her and then relaxed. He'd just said it right out loud.

"You want to watch me change into my night clothes?" she asked.

"What do you wear to bed?"

"A T shirt," she said.

"No panties?" His eyes gleamed.

"Sometimes," she said.

"Tonight?" he asked.

"Are you going to masturbate?" she asked, emboldened by his honesty.

"Something like that," he said, thinking of the twins.

"Me too," she whispered. "No panties tonight."

"I'd like to watch you very much," he sighed.

The fear came back, but only lasted until she bared her breasts to him. She'd done this before, taking her top off for a boy to let him look and touch. She'd never gotten completely naked, though. But he'd already seen her that way ... so it was all right.

He didn't say anything. He just stood and watched. When she was naked, she reached for the T shirt. Then she turned to let him see her.

"You look good," he said. "I see why the men are impatient."

"You want to do ... that ... to me?" she asked breathlessly.

"Ohhhh yeah," he sighed. His head jerked. "But I won't."

"I can't believe this," she murmured.

"It's okay," he said. "I need to go now."

"All right."

She stayed naked, as he went to the door, opened it and stepped outside. The door closed softly. She started to put the shirt on, but then paused. Tossing it aside, she got into bed naked.

Then she rubbed.

The twins were asleep, but that didn't matter. He joined Matilda first, waking her by sucking at her nipple. He got milk almost immediately and she woke up whining at the initial pain of her milk letting down.

"I knew you'd come," she sighed, scooting over so he could join her. "She makes you horny."

"So do you," he whispered, climbing on top of her.

He didn't hear Betty making "awake sounds," so he spurted in Matilda.

Then he climbed in with Betty, who was awake after all. She wanted to cuddle and told him to leave her breasts alone until Veronica woke her to feed. She knew from the sounds he'd made that he'd spurted. She also knew that he'd be ready to go again when she had to get up with her daughter.

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