Chapter 28

Frank sat back from his bowl of Vietnamese noodle soup and looked over at Jiang Yi, who was sitting on his left pretending to watch TV. Frank had been doing just that -- and ignoring her -- all through dinner, with the exception of telling her to 'sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up' when she made to leave. Jiang Yi couldn't figure Frank out; he made irascible comments, but he didn't seem to be angry about anything. The confrontation with the chef's knife was a little scary to her; she'd been angry to the point that she was willing to follow through on the threat -- but Frank had just sat there looking at her as if the whole knife thing was totally irrelevant and not a threat. Now, he was treating her like furniture -- except when she decided to leave. The man had no manners at all and talked to her as if she was a dog or something -- but he seemed perfectly at ease with the situation, as if it was a normal thing for him -- and that made Jiang Yi nervous and tentative. As a result, she'd been sitting and fidgeting for half an hour while he ate.

"Awright," Frank directed, eyeing her. "Go clean up -- shouldn't take much, since it was takeout. Bring me another beer -- I'll be on the couch." He got up and walked over to the couch and sat without looking at her.

Jiang Yi fumed. Obviously, she was just a servant here. Well, she would toss the leftovers in the trash and wash the utensils, hand Frank his beer and leave -- and then she was going to give that Toby a piece of her mind, by God! She cleaned up -- tossing things around and banging cupboard doors and such, collected Frank's beer and stomped into the living room to stand before him. "Here." She shoved the beer at him, then rasped sarcastically, "Will there be anything else?"

"Yah," Frank looked up at her, apparently unmoved by her attitude. "Siddown and shut up -- you're blockin' the TV."

Jiang Yi, flustered and angry, began looking around for somewhere to sit. "On the fuckin' couch," Frank rasped, apparently aggrieved at her stupidity. "You think I sit on this thing for my health when I've got a perfectly good fuckin' recliner?"

Flustered, Jiang Yi parked her ass -- none too gently -- on the couch. There didn't seem to be any good method of guessing what Frank would want next -- or when.

Frank was pretty quick to move on, however, reaching out to wrap an arm around her and tug her closer. Jiang Yi scooted closer; Frank didn't seem to be satisfied until she was leaning against his left side. But then he floored her again... "Hold this," he directed, handing her his beer bottle. While she sat there, staring at the bottle in her hands, Frank slid his right hand under her blouse. When she eyed him, confused, Frank grinned. "You don't know which end is up, do ya?"

"No." The answer was so obvious she probably didn't need to utter it.

"Why are you here?"

"I was told to come."

"And that's the only reason?" Frank prompted.

"I... don't understand."

"You understand, all right," Frank insisted. "Way I hear it, you've got a permanent case of PMS."

"I'm just angry," Jiang Yi rasped.

"What about?"

"Men! And boys, too!"

"What about 'em?"

"All they do is use you and toss you aside! Look at you!" She waved his beer bottle. "I'm a fucking coaster!"

"So you get used and tossed..." Frank muttered.

"I don't even get used!" Jiang Yi erupted bitterly. "I'm supposed to be grateful for that!" She blinked a few times -- the world had gone suddenly blurry.

"Are you?" Frank asked quietly.

Jiang Yi threw her hands to her face and broke out in a wail.

"Thought so." Frank rescued his beer bottle -- it was in danger of spilling -- and pulled the crying woman against him.

Jiang Yi had a lot of crying to do, it turned out -- a lot more than Frank expected. He ended up lowering her across his lap and hauling her wet eyeglasses off her face and rubbing whatever felt handy -- which started out as her arm and shoulder, but migrated eventually to her left tit -- while he watched TV and finished his beer. There wasn't shit he could do for her but let her get it out, he figured. Finally, she stopped sniffling and he got a petulant, "Stop feeling me up!"

"No." Frank was matter-of-fact about it.

"What do you mean, no?"

"No ain't hard to understand. You've heard it before. Shut the fuck up. If you need something stuck in your mouth for a pacifier, that lump under your head will do the job." Frank looked to his left. "And get your fuckin' shoes off the couch!"

"I thought..."

"You thought what? The world changed? Maybe it did, and maybe it didn't -- either way, we probably won't fuckin' know until tomorrow. You're still a bitch, and I'm still a bastard -- but right now you're MY bitch and you'll do what I tell ya!" Frank rasped. "Now lose the shoes!"

"Okay!" Jiang Yi cranked herself around to get a grip on a shoe and dropped it onto the floor. Frank noted with amusement that she didn't get up but tried to do it lying across him. When she'd finished and started to stretch back out, he directed, "Sit up a second. Raise your arms." Jiang Yi gave him a glance, but did as she was told. Frank grabbed her blouse at the tails and flipped it over her head. "Now lose the bra." Jiang Yi gave him another look, but complied. "Awright, lay back down. While you're at it, you can open my zipper and tell my dick all about what a good girl you are and how you want him buried in you somewhere all the time."

Jiang Yi hung her head and eyed Frank sidelong. "You do, don't ya?" he prompted. Jiang Yi nodded, shamefaced. "It'd suck if it was only two inches long, wouldn't it?" Frank chuckled.

"It isn't," Jiang Yi whispered. She'd just spent twenty minutes inhaling his male musk and feeling it unfurl and harden against her cheek through his work pants; it was more than big enough for her to want.

Frank grunted. "I'm gonna get out of my pants so I ain't all cramped up. You go get me another beer."

Jiang Yi shook her head and padded off to the kitchen. 'First he's nice, then he's a bastard, then he's nice, then...' She had no idea what planet he was from; all she knew was that she'd let her guard down and was defenseless -- and he would probably end up hurting her.

Frank used the time to undo his heavy workboots and get out of his pants -- but not his jockeys. Jiang Yi could work through them -- and Teela wouldn't have to be embarrassed if she caught them. As for Jiang Yi -- he'd seen a LOT worse and he knew how to appreciate chunky gook chicks. If she was a halfway decent fuck and he could get her chunky ass domesticated, maybe she could come around every once in a while to keep his dick oiled. Maybe.

She didn't give him any shit when she returned with the beer -- she just stood there, waiting for him to take it. "Take off the rest of that shit," Frank grunted. "I might as well see the merchandise."

Jiang Yi didn't figure she had anything to lose, so she got out of her stretch pants and panties, after which Frank waved her back down onto his lap. "Stretch out like you did before," he directed. "Make adjustments, if you need to." Jiang Yi did as she was bid, lying with her head on Frank's stomach. Using her left hand, she helped his erection clear his fly. Frank had a good bit of foreskin; Jiang Yi liked that, oddly, because she could stick her tongue in there between the foreskin and the glans. Most women wouldn't have enjoyed the taste of the stuff that sometimes built up in there, but to Jiang Yi it was 'man stuff' -- and it was a commentary on how little 'man stuff' of any type she got that she liked it. Besides, Frank was basically clean and had showered that morning...

She certainly surprised Frank! "Hey!" His eyes popped and he stiffened as her tongue tickled his glans. Jiang Yi made to rise, but Frank put a hand on her head. "You just surprised me. Go ahead -- you've got it's attention." 'Well, well...' he thought as she went back to work. It wasn't a thorough blowjob, because she was resting her head on his lap and not really moving it -- but it was pleasant, nonetheless -- especially the tongue action. Frank started exploring her body with his hands.

It was square, blocky -- but then, he'd known that. Jiang Yi's ass was squarish, too -- and not huge as a result. She would look like shit in a bikini -- but nude, she wasn't that bad. She had thick limbs -- but not fat ones. Her pubic fur was straight and black and silky and sat above a pair of puffy labia; he pulled her left leg up until her foot was planted against the inside of her knee and slid his fingers between them, drawing a groan from her. She was wet -- and moved with him as he slid his fingers along her split. "You wanna fuck, Honey?" Frank asked.

"Mmph hmmph!" Jiang Yi nodded, but she didn't unwrap her lips from Frank's shank.

"Awright. You seem ready..."

She was. This was the other Jiang Yi -- the one that didn't see the light of day often -- the one who loved sex and couldn't get enough and would do virtually anything to get it. "Where?" she panted.

Frank could tell the difference. She'd been sliding that direction for a while. The mouthy complainer who'd arrived a couple of hours ago had gotten meek and cooperative over the last half-hour or so. "I'll slide out from under -- you roll over and crank your legs up." She was flat on her back, spread wide before he even got vertical -- yeah, she wanted it, all right. Well, he did, too. Frank circled around and crawled into position between her legs and started rubbing his crank over her puffy pink gash. The lips popped open, exposing her open hole; he plugged his dick into the opening and pushed...

"Mmmmmm!" It was a high, nasal whine, but it was pleasure. Frank pushed until things went dry, then backed and filled and drilled another couple of inches. Jiang Yi moaned, "Ooohhh!" and cranked her head back, closing her eyes, and Frank watched her nostrils distend. He backed off again and went for the bottom -- and managed balls-deep. He had a sneaking suspicion she didn't have much left, either. She was tight -- surprisingly tight -- and her little box gripped his shank like a Chinese finger cuff as he tried to withdraw. "Damn!" Frank grunted.

It was good. It was every bit as good as she'd dared to hope, once she'd seen it. It was hard and smooth and the flared head was out beyond his foreskin dragging against her inner lining and it was Heaven... "Fuck me!" she husked.

Frank didn't know where that voice came from, but it sent chills up and down his spine! He was in instant lust, instinctively snapping his hips and driving his prong balls-deep in the twat -- then he withdrew slowly and snapped into her again!

"Ahhh! Yeeessss! Fuck!" Jiang Yi's eyes were glazed, her head rolling from side to side. He'd been in there mere seconds and her pussy was smoking!

"Time to ride! " Frank declared, and put his hips in a gear he hadn't used in over a decade -- 'stutter gear' he called it, consisting of a short stroke and a deep stroke, another short stroke and another deep stroke... Jiang Yi's pussy lips clutched him on the short strokes and her whole channel seemed to grab at him on the long stroke -- maybe the way she was flexing her hips had something to do with it -- whatever it was, it was FINE! Below him, she panted and puffed and her face flushed and she grunted, "UH! Uh! UH! Uh! FUCK! Uh! FUCK!" Her eyes popped open and Frank could see it in there -- her cum, right there on the brink -- so he shifted gears and pounded her rapidly for the half dozen strokes before she threw back her head and screamed, "AAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" loud enough to set the dogs two doors down to barking!

Looking down at the little bitch as she came, Frank discovered she had six-pack abs -- at least, when she was trying to shove her twat up his dick from below, anyway! He remembered Sujin fondly -- she'd been a fine fuck -- but not like THIS! Jiang Yi put a heel in each of his ass cheeks and climbed his pole from below -- and he could feel his cock kissing her cervix!

When she settled down, he put it back in stutter gear and went looking for his pleasure, not any too worried about hers, since it was clear she was gonna get there, anyway. Her little hands were all over him, feeling his arms and his sides and his razor stubble while she gave out a short or a long grunt based on the stroke she was getting. Then she started yelling "Fuck!" and "Yes!" again and Frank was gonna tough it out -- but she let out a screech and her twat clamped down on him and sucked him in and suddenly it felt like his cock was trying to push marbles through a soda straw as he blew a .50 caliber nut! "JEEEZUS!"

Frank owned Jiang Yi the moment his cock hit bottom. The stroke he took up hit every sensitive surface in her pussy -- and somehow managed to allow them to recover just enough between strokes that the next one was all new. On the long strokes, she rocked up and his glans dragged along her G-spot and on short strokes the flange at the base of it ruffled the sensitive areas at her opening and when he went deep his pubic bone pounded her clit -- and she lost all control, becoming mindless flesh seeking release.

And Frank granted that release. When all she could see was the glowing light of it before her, Frank shifted to a rapid stroke that not only brought her completion -- it intensified it! The shock wave erupted from her center and touched every nerve ending in her body -- and lasted an unknown length of time. When it was over, he was doing it again -- that stroke. She rose again while discovering the wonder of his sinewy musculature -- he was compact, even small -- but so hard! And he fucked like a machine -- like young Hank! Jiang Yi's initiation with Martin and young Hank had been good sex -- and since then, she'd had occasional sex that ran the gamut -- but this was GREAT! Her second orgasm was already out there, visible, attainable, when she came down from the first! And when she DID cum, Frank roared and erupted against her cervix and she could feel the pulse of his cum! Her pussy clamped down on him and pulsed and pulsed and pulsed -- and she could feel the response in Frank's cock! When he flopped down atop her, panting, it was the perfect end of the perfect fuck -- boys like Randy tended to swat her on the ass and walk away, or shove their gooey cocks in her face, but Frank gave her something to hold...

Frank didn't exactly hate having Jiang Yi caress his body and coo, so he let it go on for a while. Then he struggled up and said, "Couches ain't for fucking -- and they DAMN sure ain't for layin' around on afterward! Let's go to bed." Jiang Yi followed him meekly, holding onto his hand.

The Carter home was dark and quiet when the foursome arrived. Terence led them to the living room. "TV?" Bonita probably wanted sex, but even though Clint and Brenda seemed to be doing okay it didn't mean they were ready for sex -- their previous bout notwithstanding. The guys let the girls go hunting for a program -- the smart thing to do, since girls were so easily turned off by one thing or another -- while Terence and Clint raided the cabinets and the refrigerator for chips and soda. But the girls didn't find anything suitable -- and surprised the males when Brenda met them on their return with, "Hey, Terence, do you have any videos? Something, um, racy, maybe?"

Terence blinked. "Jeez, I usually go to the Net for that... Pa's got a stash, though..." He went digging behind the 'normal' videos on the shelf for the videos hidden behind them, flat against the back of the shelf. He and Damian had found the things long since -- and periodically took one upstairs to play on the PC DVD in their bedroom. Both Fred and Louise had looked the other way in such matters, especially while the boys were having problems finding sexual outlets. Fred tended to rotate the stock, bringing in something new periodically, but the usual fare was black guys on black girls or black guys on white girls -- the rougher the better. Three of the four hidden videos Terence extracted were just that -- but the fourth... The fourth claimed to be bisexual action.

Terence thought about putting it back, but he'd been handing the things to Brenda as soon as they came out and it was already halfway to her hand before he realized what he was looking at. He paused, but Brenda caught it and reached for the box, not quite snatching it from his hand. The two girls put their heads together and Terence knew the outcome before Brenda selected a box and headed for the DVD player. "Here, right?" Terence nodded. Brenda fed the player but left the tray open. "We'll be right back," she announced and gathering up Bonita, headed out of the room.

"What's up?" Clint asked, taking in the look on Terence's face.

"Pa left us an ambush," Terence said quietly, handing Clint the empty box. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

Clint eyed the box, his lips a tight line. "It'll be okay. We don't have to..."

"Yeah."

In the bathroom, Bonita asked Brenda, "What are we doing?"

"I'm getting rid of excess baggage," Brenda replied, throwing her top over her head. "The bra is coming off -- and the panties. Thank God these shorts are baggy. I wish I was wearing a skirt, like you..."

Bonita started working her way out of her own top. "So you plan to... have sex?"

"Don't you want to, Mamacita?" Brenda asked, using her pet name for Bonita, "You've done it with Terence and I've done it with Clint -- why act like it's the first time?"

"You're right," Bonita replied, turning her back on Brenda. Get my bra, please?" Brenda popped the catches and Bonita continued as she shrugged free, "About the movie..."

"What about it?"

"It could be... embarrassing."

"To who?" Brenda asked.

"Us. Them. All of us."

"Mamacita," Brenda murmured, stepping out of her shorts and panties and wrapping her arms around her girlfriend from behind, "They need to know. WE need to know. The gay sex thing is an issue hanging out there with them -- and they're stuck and not moving. Remember our first time?"

"Yes."

"How did it happen?"

"It was an accident, sort of."

"Exactly." Brenda hugged her lover. "They both know that they've been a certain distance -- and they want to go further -- but they're wary of each other. For guys, it's not easy to be equal about the whole thing like it is for us. So there won't be any accidents -- and this thing will just be there, between them -- between US -- until they do something about it. I want to encourage them -- and I want us there, involved!"

"Why?" Bonita asked.

"Because it'll help them be confident. We'll be supporting them. One of the big questions on their minds is what do WE think about the whole thing." Brenda stepped back and reached down to collect and re-don her shorts. "It's a question for us, too."

"Oh?" Bonita executed the much simpler task of removing her panties from under her skirt while looking at Brenda over her shoulder.

"Yes. Would you stay with Terence if you were Number Two? Would you have sex with Clint -- regularly -- to make Terence happy? What if Terence decides that he wants to have sex with ME regularly?"

"Wow! I don't know..." Bonita was a little rocked.

"What about all of the ways three of you can get together for sex?" Brenda asked her. "Can you handle sharing Terence with Clint at all?"

"I..." Bonita had told Terence that she could handle it -- but she hadn't THOUGHT about it -- she hadn't seriously considered it.

"You need to have a grip on that before we go back out there," Brenda admonished, "because it could happen TONIGHT!"

"What are YOU going to do?" Bonita asked.

"Whatever it takes," Brenda replied, shrugging. "In the first place, they can MAKE me do it anyway -- but I don't want them to have to. In the second, we need to have this resolved, anyway. Either it's a passing thing, or it isn't -- either way, we'll need to know."

"Terence has done most of it before, I think," Bonita mused. "Maybe everything that they can do..."

"Which means it won't go away for him, probably," Brenda told her, "and you're going to have to deal with it -- maybe not with Clint, but with somebody else. Maybe a bunch of somebodies."

"What happens if they don't..." Bonita mused, "click?"

Brenda shrugged. "Maybe nothing. Maybe I will have to pass on Clint. Maybe we won't see as much of one another. These things happen, and you have a man now."

"What is the perfect answer?" Bonita asked.

"There may not be one," Brenda replied. "Maybe we just become two couples -- but I don't think the boys would be bothered by us seeing one another. If Terence likes gay stuff, though, it seems to me that the perfect answer would be for us to be a foursome -- if it works for Clint."

"And everybody...?" Bonita completed the thought with hand motions, sweeps of her hands indicating random hook-ups.

Brenda nodded. "Don't worry, Mamacita, I won't steal your man. I'm sure it would be only occasionally, in the heat of things -- if at all. But if Terence and Clint don't work out, would you make me stay away from your bed?"

That put the shoe on a different foot. Bonita had a considerable emotional investment in her first love -- they'd been there for each other when neither of them had anyone else. "No. I would ask Terence to... protect you," she muttered.

"And he would fuck me occasionally -- that would be the only fair way to do things," Brenda pointed out.

Bonita nodded, thinking it through. Under those circumstances, she would WANT Terence to make love to her friend -- it wouldn't be fair for Brenda to suffer while Bonita enjoyed the love of both of them. "Yes."

"Okay, then." Brenda's argument was complete.

"What do you want to do?"

"Hit 'em from both sides." They discussed tactics for a moment, so that Bonita wasn't surprised by anything and they were on the same sheet of music, then returned to the living room, where the boys were still standing around looking uneasy.

By previous arrangement, both of them flowed into their date's arms and made certain that they realized there was clothing missing. Brenda took the lead in handling the video, since Bonita was incapable. "What's the matter, Babe? The flick? It's no secret that you guys are interested. Well, we're interested, too! I'd like to see it."

"What if you think it's -- I dunno -- nasty?" Clint worried.

"Nastier than licking pussy?" Brenda chided. "I'm surprised you guys manage to do that! I do it, and I think it's messier than sucking..."

Clint grinned in spite of himself. "I haven't."

"You oughta, Man," Terence told him. "It's a kick, watchin' 'em squirm and knowing you're getting to 'em." He grinned down at Bonita, who was rubbing her unfettered breasts against him and smiling. "The taste doesn't bother me, either."

"What's the worst that can happen?" Brenda murmured, leading Clint to the couch. "I can't think of anything BAD..."

"Come on," Bonita tugged at Terence.

"I have to get the remote," Terence mumbled, turning away. The girls were broadcasting 'just do it' vibes -- but it would probably take more than that. Too bad they weren't drinking or smoking pot or some fucking thing... When he turned back, Brenda was on the right end of the couch as he faced it with Clint beside her -- and Bonita was pressed against the left arm, patting a spot between her and Clint. Terence glanced at Clint, who answered with a shrug and a hand flick -- he knew they were being set up, too... Terence eyed him, considering openly opposing things by making Bonita move -- and decided it was a dumb idea. After all, he WANTED to -- and he was pretty sure Clint did, too -- it was a question of getting over the hump, and with the girls pushing... He settled gingerly between Bonita and Clint, leaning back and putting his left arm up on the couch back behind her, then clicked the remote, starting the video.

Clint started to mirror Terence's position, but Brenda reached up and took his hand and fed it through the armhole of her blouse to settle on a spiky nipple. "I know, I'm shameless," she whispered in his ear, "but I don't get this kind of thing from anyone else, and I don't see any reason to fool around pretending I don't want it -- do you?"

"No," Clint replied. There was something amazingly direct about Brenda -- an almost male mindset. He'd watched The Bitch at work on men any number of times, and she was always cagey -- always telegraphing one thing while doing another, always coming up with three or four hoops for a man to jump through before letting him have anything more substantial than racy talk. Brenda, on the other hand, handed him one of her tiny titties and said, "Squeeze it -- I like it." It was the kind of 'if it feels good, do it,' thing he expected from a guy. She wasn't buying or selling, offering a test drive or a teaser before quoting a price -- they were talking about here and now. She wasn't holding back, pretending to be a 'good girl'; she wasn't denying him -- and she wasn't denying herself. They would keep going, each only worrying about the other's comfort with things, until one of them decided it was time to stop -- and if neither of them made that decision, they would have sex -- period. No excuses, no pretense, just doing what comes naturally. While another guy might have just felt lucky and taken advantage and not valued the situation, Clint was impressed -- and grateful. This was an approach he understood -- and approved of -- and it raised Brenda in his estimation. If it had been a tactic, it would have been successful, anyway -- but it wasn't; it was pure Brenda...

Brenda had four big brothers -- and no sisters. She'd heard each of them rant and complain about 'bitches' and their incomprehensible ways. "Skinny," her brother Malcolm had told her during one memorable incident as she was approaching puberty (theoretically, at least -- at her age, there weren't a whole lot of visible signs that she'd gotten there, although the plumbing worked), "you can't afford to do that crap -- you don't have a pair of bigass man-magnets on your chest. If you was to turn sideways and stick out your tongue, you'd look like a zipper, so you need to be up-front with guys or you can fuckin' forget about a second shot!" Experience had proven Big Brother right -- and she'd listened and learned from her male teachers. Conventional wisdom from her few girlfriends tended to run counter to this -- according to them, if you didn't bait a guy and play him and reel him in like a fish, he would decide you were easy and take from you and move on -- but Brenda realized that many of them didn't have anything to bait the hook with, and she was worse off than most. That being the case, it was worth it to try Big Brother's advice -- especially since the worst thing that could happen would be that she would get fucked... Oh, maybe, if she got all hung up, she would get her heart broken -- but if she went in with her eyes open, she was less likely to get tangled up in the line she was casting like so many of her girlfriends who got caught up in the fishing expedition and didn't want to cut the line when they caught something that wasn't worth keeping. Besides, everybody got their heart broken -- even guys! She'd seen all four of her brothers turned upside down by some chick...

Brenda sighed, deliberately dropped her hand onto Clint's thigh, and settled against him to watch the video.