"Oh, nothing much", said Pat.  I could tell that it was just an automatic answer.

Something at that moment made me want *more* than social ritual.  I wonder if

that desire was a good idea.  "Oh come on," I pressed, "there must be *something*
new in your life!"

She sat there thinking for a second, then let out an involuntary giggle.  But

she still just sat there, looking off in space, obviously in thought.  "What is
it?" I prompted.

She seemed to come back to her senses: "Oh, nothing."  But she didn't say it like
she did before, and now I was intrigued.  She was still smiling.

I gave her my *I don't believe you* look.

"Oh, you asked for it: Jerry and I..., well, we've been a little, uh, *wild*
lately."

"Wild?"

"Oh, I guess we're trying new things.  OK, I *will* tell you!"  She paused for a
second and I briefly wondered what I'd started here.  "We've got this *thing* we
do now."

"Thing?"

"Yes: I'll tell him to take off his clothes."  She paused, but I didn't respond
right away.  She went on: "Just out of the blue, sometimes: I tell him to."  I
made a fleeting attempt to imagine Carl and myself sitting there, doing something
else; then simply asking him to take off his clothes.  I tried to imagine Pat
saying that to Jerry.  I couldn't.

"You ask him to undress?"

"Yes!  Well, I *tell* him.  Then I tell him to lie in the bed.  Then I get on

top!"

"Good grief!"  I thought about what she said: telling Jerry to undress and get on
the bed.  "You're making this up!"

"I certainly am not."

"And that's what you two *do* now?"

"Well, not every time.  Well, lately it has been most of the time."

"How can you just *say* that to him?"

"He *likes* it!"

"How did you *know*?  The first time?"

"Oh, I was just kidding a little and one thing led to another.  But we both love
it!"

"I could *never* do that."

She looked thoughtful for a second.  "Oh, I bet you could.  You should try it."

"With Carl?  I don't think so."

"Oh, sure:  I'll bet you'd love it."

"What about Carl?"

"What about him?  He'd probably *love* something a little different.  No offense,
of course."

I thought a little longer.  This wasn't like Pat.  "You're making all this up," I
repeated.

We didn't really continue the conversation at that point, but Pat brought it up
again the next time I saw her.  *I should try it with Carl*.  And after that, Pat
would bring it up whenever we spoke, always urging me to try it. "So exactly what
do you want me to do?" I finally asked.

"Just pick some moment when you two have a little time and tell him to take his
clothes off."

"Just like that?"

"Make it seem like a little whim."

"But what if he thinks it's weird?"

"Just giggle and give him a smile and drop it.  Late he'll wonder if it were a
joke."

"I don't believe you."

"Well, he'll at least *wonder*."

"No: I mean I don't believe you and Jerry do that."

She looked at me, obviously thinking.  Finally she responded: "You want me to

prove it?"

I was sitting in their bedroom closet.  I have no idea how I let her talk me into
this.  Jerry had just come home and followed her into their bedroom.  I was
behind a sliding door, but the closet was open so it was easy for me to lean over
and look out when I thought the coast was clear.

"Get undressed."  She'd actually said it!  Her voice wasn't harsh, but wasn't

friendly either.  He didn't say anything!  I heard the sounds: he was doing it!

Then it was quiet.  My imagination worked overtime.  They were just standing
there, probably facing each other.  He just stood there while she looked him
over?  Jerry?  "Get on the bed."  I almost jumped when I heard her voice again. 
I heard movement.

"Get it hard."  She says that!?  I almost gasped.  Did she remember I was in
here?  She didn't mention this part before.  I heard just a little something.

Rubbing?  The bed squeaking?

"Good.  Put these on."

"What?" came Jerry's voice.

"Just do it."  I didn't know *what* this was about.

Then she was in the closet!  She pulled on my arm.  She wanted me to come out!

I couldn't believe this: I resisted.  She leaned down and whispered right in my
ear: "I got him to put on sleeping shades; come on!"

I couldn't answer quietly enough because I couldn't get my mouth right up to her
ear.  I was sure he'd be able to hear anything above the softest whisper.

She was insistent, and didn't even seem to be thinking that I might want to say
something in response.  I didn't have a chance to say anything.  Finally I came
out.

He was on the bed.  Naked except for the shade over his eyes!  She pulled me
right up next to him and I did my best to keep my movements silent.  Then her

mouth was at my ear again: "Now do you believe me?"

I finally got to her ear: "I've got to get back in the closet."  Looking at her,
I realized she was naked below the waist.

She didn't let go, but once again whispered in my ear; "What do you think of his
cock?"  I just stood there wishing she'd let go of me.  "Look's good, doesn't
it?" she went on.  Then: "We could have *you* ride it and he'd never know!"

My mind raced.  *Then* she put her ear to my lips to let me speak.  "I'd better
hide again."

She caught my ear again: "Want to touch it?"  I just stood there, frozen. Then
she took my hand and held it out to his cock.  My fingers were on it. She
withdrew her hand and for a few seconds I was lightly rubbing it.  "You like
that?" she spoke out loud, her head right next to mine.

"Yes," came Jerry's answer.  I immediately pulled my hand away and managed to

get away from Pat back to the closet.  Pat giggled a little.  I managed to get
back in without any bumps or noises.

"You want me?" came Pat's voice again.

"Yes!"  Jerry sounded almost hoarse.  I heard movement, then bouncing.  The bed
squeaking.

"You like this."  It was Pat's voice; not phrased as a question either.

"Yes!"

I listened.  Their breathing became stronger and stronger.  The bed noises became
louder.  I slipped my fingers into my pants and underpants.  It was obvious they
both were getting into it more and more.  I couldn't help it: I fingered myself. 
I came.

I sat there, feeling lightheaded, recovering.  It was a while, but I needed the
time: finally I heard them dress and leave.  I still didn't move.

Then Pat was back, pulling me out.  "He's gone!" she said.  In a second, I was
standing next to her.  She was dressed.  She looked at me: "You came, didn't
you?" she said.  I didn't answer, but she didn't seem to have any doubt. Then she
kissed me.  Just for a second and it was done.

I ended up walking back home, wondering most about that kiss.  It had been
innocent, hadn't it?  We'd just shared a little adventure.  Or did she mean
something else?  I didn't know--I just kept wondering about it.

She was still after me to try it with Carl.  Carl and I were up in the bedroom
and I realized it was the right sort of moment.  I looked at him: would he want
sex now?  A part of me said *yes, of course he would*.  But I couldn't make
myself say it.  *Later*, I told myself, then *some other time*.

"It's just not *me*," I was telling Pat, when I was over at her house one day.

Yes, she was still demanding updates.  "I *tried* to say it, but I *can't*."

"Of course you can."

"No!  It's just too much."

She stood there thinking for a second.  "You ought to practice," she finally
said.

"Practice?" I answered dumbly, trying to figure out what kind of practice she

could be thinking of.

"Yes.  With me."

"Uh..."

"Just saying it!  You've got to *hear* yourself saying it.  Try saying it."

"Pat..."

"Come on.  *Take off your clothes*."

I stood there, wondering how I was going to get out of this.  She just stood
there, waiting expectantly.  Finally I said it: "Take off your clothes."

She took them off.  I just stared.  She didn't waste any time: just got undressed
quickly and stood there.  She looked serious.  I stared at her in shock.

Then she grinned for a second and spoke: "I just wanted you to see that someone
could take you seriously saying that."  Suddenly I felt better, more comfortable:
this had been a little wild, even for Pat, but it was definitely

the same old Pat.

Then she went back to her earlier attitude.  She just stood there, facing me,

waiting...

Finally I spoke: "Get in the bed."

She walked into the bedroom and lay down.  I followed her.  She just lay there,
still so serious.  Naked.  She still didn't end it: she just lay there.

There I was, in the bedroom with Pat, Pat naked on the bed, waiting for me. What
did she want?

She was willing.  I *knew* she was.  Pat wanted me?  I just stared.

Finally I spoke: "Do yourself."

It was so perverse: I don't know what got into me.  I wanted to see.  She
wouldn't do *that* unless she were willing, would she?

She didn't hesitate: her fingers went to her sex and her knees bent.  She din't
look at me at first, but after a little while when her breathing had increased,
she shifted her head and looked at me.  But she didn't stop: she just kept doing
herself.  Her eyes locked on mine.

She came and came.  She was so loud: I just stared.  Much louder than she had

been with Jerry.  I ran.

At home, in my own bed, I masturbated.

She came over that evening and got me away from Carl.  "Come back over," she
said.  "Jerry's there: we'll... we'll think of something..."