Date: Tue, 15 Sep 2009 18:39:01 -0300 From: Dave Gabriel Subject: Making Music With Daniel and Jan-4 Hey guys, Thanks for your comments thus far! Heads up - this section is properly bi and has sex that includes a woman. It does, though, offer some more important info about Jan, though, that leads into the next installment. That one will be gay again and return to Daniel - hope you enjoy regardless! - Dave The first Saturday night had rolled around quickly at Applewood. Sundays, there were no ensembles, no private lessons, no nothing. - it was a rest day for everyone. Breakfast was served an hour later as well on Sunday, so Saturday night was loose: The younger campers got to stay out till 10:30 and that was really more like 11:00. There were movies and popcorn for them, endless ping-pong, running and around and screaming, and lots of general letting off steam. For the adults it wasn't just loose - it was a downright Walpurgian Night: Everybody wanted to let out his or her inner freak, it seemed, and then I remembered that it had always been like this here. In my perceptive, curious 14th and 15th years - when I came here back in the 80's as a teen - I had gleaned that all sorts of stuff was going on with the adults. The difference was - now I was one. I realized now that Part of the attraction of this place for the adults, beyond coming together to make chamber music and other such lofty pursuits, was, plain and simple - to get freeeeeeaky! Tonight turned out to be just that for me. After some half-hearted ping-pong with the kids, Jan and I headed to the porch outside the kitchen where there were a few chairs and people smoking. I brought along the Maker's I had bought the day before with Daniel. I figured at least a few people would enjoy a sniff of whiskey. Jan and I had already had a couple shots and I was feeling toasty. At 10:00 a gaggle of boys ran up to the porch where we were sitting - Mary, Jan, myself, Ricky the old goat and his muse Jennifer the 16 year-old cellist, and a few others. Daniel was with them, and Margaret was close behind. "Hey everybody," she said. "Hope you're enjoying yourselves," she said, with a crinkle of her brow, expressing mock disapproval. She looked at Ricky and then at Jennifer and then her look expressed...real disapproval. "Jennifer, remember - in the cabin at 10:30 right?" "Yeah," said Jennifer, looking down, smiling. "Jan and Dave," she addressed us. "Yes ma'am!" said Jan. He was a little drunk, I suddenly realized! Mary giggled. "Daniel's gonna grab a sleeping bag and sleep in the cabin with the other boys tonight," she said. "Aw darn it! We'll miss you Daniel!" he said, smiling. Daniel probably blushed but I couldn't see, he was hanging back in the group. "If it gets boring come back our way, okay?" "Okay!" said Daniel, as they all ran away. The little party continued with 6 or 7 of us and others dropping in and out. We passed the Maker's; Jan went to fetch the rest of the beer and some others brought some more beer. The conversation ranged from ridiculous to serious - whether there was really such thing as "penis envy", (women said no; men said of course there was) whether bio fuel was ultimately better for the environment, instrument shop talk (oboe reeds), some dirty jokes. The crowd started to thin out. First Jennifer said she had to go. "Shall I walk you to your cabin?" Ricky said. There was a silence; finally Mary snorted. "What?" Jennifer asked, looking at Mary angrily. "Nothing, sorry..." Mary said, stifling a giggle. "I gotta go pee!" she whispered, running off. Ricky sheepishly followed behind Jennifer and caught up with her. "Hey..." he said, and then we couldn't hear them anymore. We all sat in silence thinking the same thing - what an old dog that Ricky was, trying to hop in the sack with a 16-year-old girl! And despite the pathetic aspect of Ricky, in some weird way I think at least some of us were rooting for him. He was the personification of all things transgressive - in real time for all to see. At least that's how I saw him. Mary came back. Now it was just the three of us - Jan, her and I. "Oh, I see the two lovebirds are gone!" "Yup," replied Jan. "They're really quite inspiring!" he said. "What do you mean?" she asked, looking at him quizzically. "Inspiring?" "I'm just...inspired tonight," he proclaimed, mock-theatrically. "You're just inspired by that whiskey," I offered. "Yeah, yes - it's true. I'm a little...mmm... how do you say...drunken?" "Yeah!" said Mary, giggling. You're drunken...Gedrunken drunken, what's your function..." She started a nonsense dance and we all laughed hysterically. We were pretty ripped. While she danced, Jan and I were checking her out. Mary was 28, had short cropped black hair, really nice round hips, and small but well-formed tits. She was wearing cut-off shorts, and earlier, I had noticed something very alluring: She did not shave her pubic region at all, it seemed - and there was a little hair peeking out from her shorts. I thought that was really hot - a girl au natural like that. I love a woman's pubes and all the hair around there. Now she was dancing and shaking her ass a little. She knew just what to do even if she was joking. I could tell this girl liked sex. She sat down again. "Fucking Ricky," she said. We sat in silence for a while. She talked quieter. "You think he's gonna try to fuck her tonight?" Neither Jan or I immediately responded. Finally, he said, "I think we should take a walk a little bit. What do you think - look at the stars?" "Good idea," she replied. "Let me grab my smokes downstairs. Two seconds." She ran away. I looked at Jan who looked at the sky. He seemed not just drunk, but distracted. Unless: was he one of these guys who got drunk and then let out all the pent up shit that he was holding inside? "Hey," I said. "You over there!" I leaned over and slapped him lightly on his thigh and squeezed it. "Brother Jan," I said. "You cool?" He snapped out of his reverie and looked at me slowly, smiling. "Broer David," he said, giving me some Dutch. "Alles goed." He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I felt warmth for him. Mary was back. "Let's go," she said. "Race!" I grabbed the bottle and we followed her. She ran fast and fleet; Jan and I struggled to keep up. She looked back and laughed. Finally she circled back and ran around us in circles, mocking us. Jan and I stood there watching her, stupidly. "You're fucking fast, Mary," I said. "I stand humbled." "Me too - like he said," said Jan, panting. She smiled. "Let's sit on the rock over there - you know the one?" "Yeah," I replied. "Gets all the moonlight. You can see everything." I started towards the rock - I remembered drinking wine coolers there with some buddies when I was 15...and puking. That was the last time I was there, in 1985. Strange, all of this was. "What exactly do you want to see?" she asked me. "For starters," Jan interjected, "you!" "Oooo...I'm flattered, big tall Dutch guy!" We climbed on the rock and sat. She took out her American Spirits and we all took one. "Thanks," I said. "Mmm. I like dese Shpirits!" Jan slurred. His accent got stronger the drunker he got. Mary and I cracked up simultaneously. "What? What?" he cried. "Okay, screw you, both of you!" He got up and made to walk away. "Sorry, sorry! Jan, sweetie, come back!" Mary cried. "Sweetie,...that I like," he said, and came back. We made room on the stone and he sat on the other side of Mary. "My fucking feet hurt," she announced after a few drags. "Walking around that kitchen all day." "You do a great job. I loved that vagan lasagna," said Jan. He was kind of kissing her ass and it was pretty funny. "Vegan," she said, smiling, sincere. "Vegan, vagan...vagina!" he said. We all giggled. "You guys be sports and each massage one of Mary's feet for her?" asked Mary, mock sweet. "You bet," I said, and gently took her foot. I was good with foot massage. I went to work on the middle of her foot and worked my way up to the ball of the foot and squeezed. "Wow, Dave - you're fucking awesome. Where have you been the last week! I'm not gonna let you go!" "Cool with me!" I said stupidly. Jan began as well, using both hands. It looked like he was more or less caressing her foot - and - working his way up her shin and lower leg. "Feels good," she said. I began working my way up her leg as well. "I mean," she said as she smoked, "If Ricky fucks her, is that statutory rape?" She was still thinking about Ricky and Jennifer. There was a good chance they were fucking right now for all I knew. I doubted it though. "Suppose it is," I replied. "What's that - statutory?" Jan asked. "Statutory rape is when an adult has sex with a minor - in this country that's under 18." "Different in Holland - there it's 16," he said. "Anyhow...that's not rape. Ricky won't rape that girl. He doesn't have it in him." "Why not?" asked Mary. "I don't think he will either. But how do you know for certain?" "He's too...soft. I know people who rape." Whaaaa? Where was this going? "What do you mean, Jan?" I asked, neutrally. Then, without a pause: "'Cause, huh...well, 'cause I was raped, you know." Fuck. I instantly shot to a few days ago: him there with his eyes full of tears, after he fucked my mouth like that. I shivered. "What happened?" asked Mary, totally serious, looking at him. Jan looked down, and continued caressing her lower leg; it was something he could hold onto. Mary put her hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want. Fuck - sorry." "No no! Doesn't matter! Look, it wasn't the end of the world. Things happen and then your life goes on." We sat, silently, waiting. "I have an older brother - older by 12 years. My parents had me much later, you know. I was - how do you say - a little misser!" "A mistake?" I offered. "Yeah. Mistake. Anyhow, one of my brother's friends - the guy was a little older than my brother - 22. I was 10 then. He was a real dick. He was always there at the hockey club where I went every week and hung out with all my friends. And he followed me home one day and he...he used me." We sat in silence. "You mean he fucked you?" Mary asked. I thought it was insensitive of her, but - I was glad she asked. "No, no." He paused, then continued. "He took me to the woods and he made me suck him - suck his penis." We sat there silently. He kept on rubbing Mary's leg, absentmindedly. She stroked his shoulder. "He did it a lot the rest of that school year and I was afraid of him, and I was ashamed. I got used to it after a while. It wasn't so bad." "What do you mean, it wasn't so bad?" Mary asked. "That fucker should be strung up by his balls!" He chuckled a little. "No...you know, it's not like that. People do things. That guy feels horrible. I've seen him since. He has kids now. I don't want to ruin his life." We thought about that for a while. He continued. "Sex is just...it's weird, you know - but it's really not. All that stuff happens to you and then it's just what you know. Anyhow, I survived. And here I am with you guys." "Yeah," Mary said dreamily. We sat for 5 minutes - it seemed like an eternity; at the same time it seemed just like a blip. The stars were out in all their glory, the moon was beautiful and lit up the whole field. We heard someone shriek and laugh far away; then there was no sound again for a while. Mary broke the silence finally. She turned to me. "And what's your story, soldier?" "Can't top that one! But I can tell you one thing," I said. "What?" "You're fucking hot in those shorts, Mary." She giggled. I took a chance, wanting to diffuse the heavy vibe; it seemed to work. "Jan and I have been looking at you all day!" I continued, smiling my raised-eyebrow smile at her. I realized it was the same one I gave my oldest daughter when I wanted to show approval for something she did, and that kind of freaked me out. No doubt - I was another satyr roaming around Applewood - just like Ricky! She looked at Jan, questioning. "It's true," he said. We were a good team, him and I, and I liked where this could go. Funny thing about drinking - you get better at it. You learn to use the lack of inhibition to your advantage. It emboldens you, but you don't just say any old dipshit remark that pops in your head. With age comes...cunning! There better be something good, after all - right? Jan continued. "Dave, why don't you tell Mary what you told me today - what you like so much about those shorts she's wearing?" "Aw man!" I said. "Busted!" said Mary. "What? I wanna know." "Well..." I began, hesitating, and then gathered my whiskey-fueled courage. "I like the way I can see your hair peaking out of them - the hair around your bush. It's really hot...it gets me really excited, Mary." "Me too, by the way, Mary," said Jan. I looked down and saw that his hand was on her thigh now. I moved mine up as well, caressing her. Her body was hot - literally, I mean: there was heat emanating from her. She smiled, and let out a little laugh. "Well, well, boys...Very interesting!" She looked down at our hands pawing at her legs. "I think we have the makings of a little threesome here, what do you think?" "I think it's entirely possible, and entirely up to you, Mary," I said. "Us guys would not want to force ourselves on you in any way, right Jan?" "Certainly not, David." She looked at us and giggled. "You guys are too much!" Then she said after a moment. "So tell me Dave, great communicator: What would you two do with me, if you could, right here, right now, if you could do anything?" "I for one would get those shorts off and take a look at your pussy, sexy girl." She paused, and then said, "Go for it." She unbuttoned them and unzipped them, and then raised her ass off the rock. Jan pulled them firmly down off her legs. It was just her panties now. As far as I could see, they were nothing fancy - kind of grey and wrinkled up. Nice and tight around her. This girl was getting me excited. Jan put his hand under the front of them; she looked at him. "You're wet, Mary," he said. "Yeah..." she said, spreading her legs. I pulled them down slowly. Her bush was beautiful - silky black hair in the moonlight, lots of it, but very soft. And wisps of hair around the sides, where she didn't shave. Really hot, this girl. I put my finger in my mouth and wet it; I found her clit and began to massage it slowly. Her clit was easy to find and I was relieved - I really didn't screw around with other women and only knew my wife's pussy for the last several years, with one exception that turned out to be a bummer. It's funny with pussy - I'm much more particular about it than I am a guy's dick. But this girl was very hot, and very sexual. I leaned down and found her clit with my tongue and began to lick it, feeling it grow a bit. She moaned and bucked a little bit after a minute of that. "Fuck, Dave - you're good at eating my pussy. Wish more guys knew how to do this." Meanwhile, Jan had gently raised up her tank top. She was braless. He was pinching her nipples lightly and she moaned. "You like that?" he asked. "Fuck yeah, what do you think?" she said. He put his hands all over her, those big hands. She sighed. Meanwhile, she put her hand on the back of my head and started to guide me on her clit. I love when a woman does that, when she takes control. After a couple of minutes, she said, "Break time." We stopped. It was drunken sex - a different kind of pace. Women don't usually strive for an orgasm just from a guy's tongue anyways - so I wasn't the least bit offended. I wanted to see where else this would go. We lit one cigarette and shared it. "So...Jan," she began. "Mmm?" he looked at her. "When you said that sex...is just something that happens to you - and then it's "what you know", what did you mean?" "I meant...I meant that whatever happens to you when you're young stays with you. That's your idea of sex, the first one. And even if it was scary, or not fun then, it stays with you. It's what you go back to." She took a big drag of the cigarette. "I don't get it with you. You mean you like guys force feeding you their dicks?" God, she was crass, that girl. I hit her gently on the arm. "Sorry! Oh my God, I'm such a stupid sometimes." "No no!" he said. "It doesn't mean that." Then he paused, and looked directly at her. Then he said, with some authority, with a different tone - that neutral, cold tone that he used when he told me what to do earlier in the week: "It means that I like to get my dick sucked, if you really want to know, Mary. I like to be standing up, looking down." Well, now it all made sense! Kind of... She looked at him and squinted, smiling slowly. Then she lay down and took a long drag of the cigarette, and said, calmly: "Get your clothes off, you two." We looked at each other. I shrugged, and slid off the rock, Jan followed. In a few minutes, we were down to our underwear. I was half hard now. She shimmied off the rock and kneeled on the ground. "I want to suck you guys - at the same time." We looked at her and smiled. "Come here, right next to each other." We obeyed. She immediately pulled down our underwear and both of our cocks stuck out lewdly. "Wow...look-ee here," she said. "Gonna start on medium-sized Dave - got to work up to you Jan." "Take your time, sexy woman," he said, stroking her hair. She took my cock in her mouth and in seconds I was fully hard. She was an expert - she used her tongue closer to my head, and at the same time gave some suction on my whole cock. She tugged on my balls. Furthermore, the presence of Jan right next to me made it extra hot. I loved having my buddy there with his cock out, waiting. "How is it, Dave?" he asked. "Fantastic, Jan," I whispered. "You're incredible, Mary." She looked up, smiled, took my cock out, and began on Jan, who was now fully hard. "Man," she commented, taking his dick out of her mouth for a moment, "So big..." I knew what she meant. She took his head in her mouth, then took some more, then she gagged. "Easy," said Jan. She backed off. Then she put her hand on my ass and pulled me towards her. "Both of you now," she said. She took my head in her mouth. Jan leaned forward and offered her his dickhead; she awkwardly tried to take both of them in her mouth. I felt Jan's slimy dickhead against mine. She went back and forth between us; we grew a little more aggressive, offering her our dicks. She loved it. We loved it. Another break. She looked up at us and remained kneeling. "I wanna see you guys kiss." Whoa! "Wow, Mary - what's that all about?" I asked. "You guys kiss some and I'll suck you some more." "What do you think, Jan?" I asked. "I'll try, I guess. What do we do, mother Mary?" She smirked. "Both of you stay facing me. Put your hands on each other's asses." That was easy. Finally, I got to touch his ass. It felt good. He gripped mine and squeezed, kind of hard. "Now kiss." Jan turned his head first, slowly towards me, and leaned into me. I turned my head towards him and our mouths moved against each other. I gave him my tongue slowly, just a little, he took it a little more aggressively. We kissed in earnest for a while. It felt good. His breath, like mine tasted like whiskey and beer and tobacco and that was just fine. "Yeahhh!" said Mary from below. A few seconds later, I felt her warm lips around my cock. I loved this place! There was another break and some giggly conversation...We got Jan to say 'vagina' in dutch, and he explained that it rhymed with 'pagina', the dutch word for 'page'. That really got Mary going - she had a giggling fit for a while, repeating 'pagina' and 'vagina' over and over again. We settled down into a reverie. She was caressing our cocks, as we lay next to each other. I was kissing her nipples, biting them - they were hard - and exploring her underarms with my tongue. Happily, I found that she didn't shave there - there was lots of silky black hair and I stuck my nose in there. Her smell was light, a little like rice vinegar. She sighed, "Oooo...Dave I love when you go there with your tongue." I continued, there was some silence. Then she said lazily, "I want one of you guys to fuck me." There was silence for a moment. "How would that work?" Jan asked. "I mean - I don't want to make you a mommy, Mary. My seeds are very potent, you know." I happily had an answer. "I've got the solution," I announced. I went over to my pants, pulled out my wallet, and produced a condom. "Right on," said Mary. "So..." I knew how I wanted this to play out. "It's for you two. I want to stay here and taste the top part of you Mary. Here, brother Jan." He looked at me and smiled. I knew she wanted his big dick inside her, and I also didn't really want to fuck her. Why? I had done that before. The only things that I really want to do, when I stray from my wife, are things that I can't do with her...if that makes sense. Otherwise - it's sort of gratuitous in a way. I loved Mary's body, it would have been great, but what I was getting off more was the intimacy between the three of us, the feeling of being free together - just like I had down in the cabin with Daniel and Jan in a very different way. Jan was the link - I really liked rolling with Jan and started to feel like if I wasn't careful, I could fall over the edge for him, I could fall for him real hard in some kind of way that I never had. Guys were my buddies - and sometimes my fuck buddies. I didn't like to take it further - it felt sentimental. I had done that in high school. But here I was, kind of poeticizing him. I had to be careful. Jan opened the condom and slipped it out. Mary and I watched transfixed. He seemed to have found his inner sober guy here, and rather quickly had the tip on his cockhead and was rolling it down. He was completely hard and his dick pulsed a little bit from his own touch. "You're gonna enjoy that big thing, Mary," I half-joked. She smiled. Jan was ready. "Raise your legs please," he said quietly. Her legs were up, and he moved forward, opening her pussy lips with his two fingers and guiding his cock in. She sighed. "I'll give it to you nice and slow," he whispered. "It's okay. It feels great Jan." She looked at me. "Kiss me everywhere, please Dave." Cool. I started on her lips and mouth; she opened her mouth to receive me. I moved down to her neck and she moaned. I knew that Jan was entering her more and it was very exciting; I was rock hard and pressed my dick against her thigh. I found her nipples and pinched them lightly. "You okay - doesn't hurt?" Jan asked. "No no, it's cool...go for it, you can fuck me now. I'm so wet from both of you." "Can you come like this?" Jan asked. "Lemme put my legs down." She lowered her legs and tucked them together; Jan reposition himself so he straddled her with his legs around hers. "Now my dick's hitting where you want a little more?" he asked, haughtily. He was ready to come; I heard it in his voice. "Tell me when you start to come, girl," he said. It was almost a growl. He started fucking her for real now, quicker. Mary grabbed my head and pulled it towards her. I used my teeth on her sexy small tits, I kissed and sucked on her neck, I burrowed my nose into her underarm. Finally, she tensed up and bucked and thrashed a little. "Nnnn...now - cumming." Jan sped up, panting. As she came, he approached his orgasm, and yelled lightly, more like a whimper. I stayed close to her, and for the second time in a few days, enjoyed listening to someone else's racing heart...It was intense. After the sex, there was happily no sloppy awkwardness - we all knew it was time for another chapter in the night. "See you guys," said Mary after she dressed, carrying her sandals. She kissed us both on the cheek. As she walked away, she said, "You guys get muffins from me in your cabin tomorrow morning." "Yeah!" we exclaimed. That was a nice thought.