42 Brenda's Idee Fixee
Brenda is obsessed with menage a trois, not primarily sexual - after all she is virgin, and plans to keep it until she has a reason not to. Maybe because she is inherently French? Maybe because the 2 guys she wants to give tries are Dr Stan and Joe Pro who are complementary opposites? Joe is already aware of Brenda's intention and although finding her offer attractive is honor bound not to invade Stan's ground, and Stan is first a scientist for whom a relationship is mostly important for the stability of life he needs in his work. Brenda, who has become well educated, has now sublimated other ambition to wanting to be menage-a-trois with her guys. (She pronounces the a-trois, "ah tries," like the American she is)
Early autumn, summery with morning cool, she awakens, Stan lying beside her. She turns to him, wanting to be kissed. They kiss tongue on tongue, lingeringly, and mouths separate and she whispers breathily, "Stan, I love you. And Stan! I love Joe too. Let us be a 3-some, helping, sharing, loving?"
Being given happiness by this lovely young woman who is dedicating herself to making a home for him; and also having developed an admiring, respecting relationship with Joe, Stan has come to realize Brenda's fix of 3 together and it is not a thought that bothers him though he would not have brought it up. His reply is wordless, a gentle long kiss, a loving and accepting gesture.
Quiet joy fills Brenda's spirit. She thinks I am the luckiest of we three!
Since Joe's brain surgery with the magnetic pulse stimulation that freed him from daily worries - Stan calls them small paranoias -, his mind has enlarged so that others refer to him as the Brain. At night school he discovers his talent for pictorial and sculpted art, and he learns technique, so much so, he is now earning a living doing murals for local shopkeepers and recently has gotten into medical illustration and model sculpting because Stan, recognizing Joe's talent and noting the need for it, has arranged for Joe to be the hospital artist.
Relations between Joe, Brenda and Stan have got close, especially now that Brenda opened to Stan about desiring they be 3. And Brenda has been doing an educate Joe Pro project at his apartment weekdays. Now it gets closer.
Wednesday. Brenda wakes feeling her skin a tingle. Stan is already at hospital. She gets out of bed, no clothes, her skin cooled by the light breeze from the half-up windows rustling the sheer white curtains.
After a breakfast of tea and brown toast - she is always honing an edge for slimness - she lets herself out onto the 2nd floor hall, goes down the stairs - so happy to live in a walk-up because so easy to use her energy up & down stairs - and out into the courtyard and a left turn on West 209th Street, and on her right the green Mosholu Parkway. Another early autumn, she thinks, and turns left on Jerome Ave and walks leisurely past bustling stores, beside the old El subway train tracks on their peeling, rusty metal girders; and by the good-weather morning shoppers to the end of the long block. At corner of Jerome & Gun Hill Road she stops in the cafeteria and takes out coffees, milk and sandwiches. Then turns west - to her right - and after 5 blocks turns left at Tryon Ave and now she is at Joe Pro's corner, the dingy cream-color, 5-story brick apartment building.
She is dressed in high neck & white collar green dress with orange fringes in pockets over breast bumps and with hem of dress at mid calf. Perfect for the early autumn.
Joe lives in the janitor walk-in apartment. She rings and a middle-aged, foreign-dressed, thin woman opens and in broken Italian-English welcomes her with a Latin embrace. Behind the woman is a little girl about age 10 with a pudgy oriental, yet not quite oriental face. These are Joe's mother Maria and the mongoloid (term for Down's syndrome in the 1940s) retarded daughter, Anna.
Joe comes out from an inside room, a smell of paint following him and coloring his tank-top shirt. "Hello Brenda."
"Here are sandwiches and coffee for you and Mama and some milk for Anna." Brenda hands them over, then with Joe goes upstairs to his roof studio.
They sit together on an old black sofa against the wall of the large sky-lit room he uses. She has brought a vegetable sandwich and coffee for him. She is working on his good health. "Joe, here's breakfast, I hope you followed my advice not to eat. I want to feed you. I want to need you." She giggles at her silliness. Joe is hungry. Actually he had his mama's pasta breakfast 2 hours before but makes like he did not.
They start the day's educate Joe session with her French lesson in which he conjugates I love you, ending with a Kiss me, my lover. Then she says, "Joe, this morning I told Stan about the three of us and he didn't get angry. He gave me a sweet kiss and said, "Go ahead, Brenda, if I have to be cheated on, let it be Joe." She is telling a lie but it is not far out. Stan had essentially sealed his OK with the kiss. "Darling, I want to love both you and Stan. I want to be for you two only."
"Brenda girl, you are mi Madonna. The blessed virgin, the damosel with mercy." A frenzy comes over him. He encircles her in his arms, and they kiss and lips part and tongues meet."
"Let's love bare," Brenda whispers breathily. She disengages, stands and pulls her dress off, only skin under. Then she starts on Joe, loosening his pants as he gets up to make it easy and pulling his shorts down.
"Wow! You are built, Joey boy!" She pushes him still in shirt down onto sofa and gets on knees before him. "Honey you're a man and you get what I can give now and I will save my virgin for the two of you." She starts sucking him noisily. Then she breaks off and assumes the position for rectal sex - on her knees, ass high in air and shoulders down on her folded hands. "A man needs a tight hole so take me from behind. But be gentle."
They are at it. Then having expended 2 ejaculations and Brenda having an orgasm from Joe's mouth, they settle down to her further educating him.
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