Gift of the Black Virgin (12 page)

The skin under his cast itched. He couldn’t
sleep for more than a few hours at a stretch, couldn’t enjoy his
food. Joanna wouldn’t let him have any wine, and that made him even
more irritable. He missed his coffee, was revolted by the tea she
forced on him, and detested having to pee in a bottle.

He knew he was a miserable patient, and he
appreciated Joanna’s care, even if he was ashamed at needing
it.

But what can I do? That damned doctor ordered
bed rest for a week, then limited mobility for another few.

“
Putain de merde
!” he muttered under
his breath every time he thought about missing so much work. He
knew he wouldn’t be able to finish his report until he got off the
painkillers, and he wouldn’t get off the painkillers until the pain
subsided. All he could do was wait it out.

Joanna was surprisingly sweet about
everything. Although he knew he was often less than kind to her, he
never once saw her get upset, or frustrated, or impatient. She was
right there, every time he needed her. She cheerfully did whatever
he asked her, no attitude. No moping.

But this unscheduled blip in their plans
might actually have some benefits, he realized about five days into
his bed rest. They were getting to know each other. And she was
proving to be a remarkable woman.

Joanna asked him all kinds of questions about
himself, questions that forced him to go far back into his past. It
was an interesting exercise, and at the end of it he was left
feeling that not only had he shared himself with his wife, but he
understood himself a little better, too.

“No one has ever asked me about my first
time, before. And I’ve never volunteered the tale, either. I guess
I was a bit unsure that it was normal,” he told her.

“What do you mean,
normal
?” Jo asked.
She had just lit a fire and was serving them both from a large pot
of chamomile tea. Knowing she had almost two good hours ahead of
her, she snuggled down on the rug beside his bed, and stared at the
fire, Sammy curled up beside her.

“Well—I was very young. Only fifteen. And my
lover was probably in her mid thirties. I don’t know,” he said,
laughing. “I never asked.”

“Tell me more.”

The fact that Joanna was looking at the fire,
and not at him, relaxed Luc. He began at the beginning.

“I was crazy about soccer when I was a kid.
You already know that. And I played both in and out of school.
Every day during the school year, unless the weather was
impossible, I’d be out there on the pitch after my classes.
Practicing with the rest of the team, running back and forth until
I’d be ready to drop.

“I don’t know how long she’d been watching
me, but sometime before my sixteenth birthday I became aware of a
woman who lived nearby. Her back yard bordered on our pitch. Her
kitchen window actually gave her a pretty good view of the entire
playing field.”

He stopped to sip some tea, made a face, then
put it down.

“You’d better drink that, mister. Or there’ll
be trouble.”

“So one day I guess she was in her yard doing
some gardening or something, and I saw her just sort of standing
there, looking in my direction. At first I thought she was looking
at someone else. You know, someone behind me. But then she smiled
and I just knew she was smiling at me.”

“I bet you were already a drop-dead gorgeous
kid, weren’t you?”

“I guess. I mean, girls always liked me.”

“How tall were you?”

“I was getting close to six feet by then.
That was about the time I started noticing women looking at me. Not
just girls, but women my mother’s age.”

“How did you like that?”

“At first I was confused. But I got over that
in a hurry. That’s when I learned how to flirt. They taught me.” He
laughed then, remembering those early crushes.

“And who was this particular woman?”

“I didn’t even know, for the longest time.
All I knew was that she was married, her husband traveled a lot,
she didn’t have any children for some reason, and she was lonely,
stuck in the house all day by herself.”

“What was her name?”

“Patrice.”

“So how did Patrice seduce you?”

“Slowly, actually. After that first smile, I
started looking for her every time I played that pitch. And she
always seemed to be there, either in her yard, or standing in the
window, holding the curtain back, watching me, smiling. Then one
day she called out to me as my practice was winding up. She asked
me if I knew how to repair the broken latch on her gate. And one
thing led to another…”

He picked up his cold tea and finished it off
in one go. Then he was quiet.

“Don’t stop now!” Jo turned to him, an
expression of disappointment on her face. “Come on. Share, please.
I want to know
exactly
what she did to you. And then I want
to know what you did to her.”

“Okay, if you really want to hear it. I went
over to look at the gate and could see how to repair it easily
enough. I told her I needed a screwdriver. She went into the house
and came out with a couple of different kinds. Then she watched me
fix the latch, which was just a little loose.”

“What did she look like?”

“She was, um, sort of average sized. Pretty,
with dark hair, like yours.”

“Good figure?”

“Very good. But then in those days I wasn’t
too discriminating. I liked
all
women.”

Joanna laughed and poured herself another cup
of tea.

“Did she look like me at all?”

Luc paused before he answered. “Maybe. A
little. What are you suggesting?”

“Nothing,” Jo said with a feigned innocence.
“Just curious.”

“I guess you could say she looked a little
like you. I thought she was beautiful.”

“What happened after the screwdriver?”

“She thanked me and asked if I would like to
join her in a glass of wine.”

Jo laughed. “In some US states she’d be sent
to jail for that.”

“I know,” Luc said. “But we French are more
relaxed about such things.”

“How much wine did you have?”

“Just the one. Then she invited me to come
back for another drink after my next practice.”

“And you went.”

“I sure did.”

“And then what happened?”

“Two glasses of wine.”

“Don’t tease me! Then what?”

“She started to tell me what a big handsome
young man I was, how mature for my age—she knew I was only fifteen.
Then she asked me if I was a virgin. I must have blushed when I
said yes, because she seemed to know exactly what to do to make me
feel like a man.”

“Specifically?”

“Specifically? Okay, um, she started touching
me in a way that I hadn’t been touched before.”

“Where?”

“I don’t remember, exactly, but maybe my
hair, then my chest. My arms. And she was speaking the whole time,
telling me how big and strong I was. How hard my muscles were. You
know, stuff like that. And I
was
hard. I think I’d had a
hard on from the minute I walked into her house.”

“What were you wearing?”

“My soccer gear. Jersey, shorts.”

“So she could see a raging boner from a long
way off.”

“I guess.”

“What was she wearing?”

“I have no idea.”

“We’re you standing or sitting when this was
going on?”

“Standing, I think.”

“What happened next?”

“She kissed me. Then she stuck her tongue in
my mouth and I almost came in my pants. So I sort of grabbed her
and we kissed some more and she started rubbing her breasts into my
chest and then I did.”

“Did what?”

“Come in my pants.”

Luc heard Jo stifle a giggle. “It wasn’t
funny, at the time. I felt like a real jerk. But she was very good
to me. She calmed me down, said it was normal and everything. Then
she started the whole process over again. But this time she jerked
me off.”

“So you were okay with that?”

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be? It was great.”

“Then did you leave?”

“Yeah, but the next day—guess what? There she
was, standing behind her kitchen curtain, smoking a cigarette,
blowing the smoke out the window, watching. Smiling. And waiting, I
knew now. When the practice was done I trotted over there and found
the door ajar. I walked in and she was waiting for me in this silky
kind of housecoat. I guessed she was naked underneath, and you can
imagine what happened then.”

“I can, but I want you to tell me.
Exactly.”

Luc laughed. “You’re really getting into
this, aren’t you?”

“Does that bother you?”

“Not at all. We drank some wine, she climbed
onto my lap and kissed me some more. This time I managed to control
myself a little longer. She opened her robe and showed me her
breasts. It was the first time I’d been so close to a woman’s
breasts. She placed my hand on them, and I rubbed them. I was
surprised at how soft they were. I guess I’d always thought they’d
feel like a rubber ball, or something.”

Slowly Jo unbuttoned her blouse and pulled
one of Luc’s hands inside. He began to caress her breasts as he
spoke.

“And then?”

“She asked me to stand up, and when I did she
pulled down my pants.”

“How did that feel?”

“Fucking amazing. Then she knelt down in
front of me and kissed me.”

“Just zoomed right in on your cock?”

“No, not exactly. She was gentle and slow and
had me so worked up that I blew my load as soon as she took me in
her mouth. I thought the back of my head would explode. It felt
that good.”

Jo wriggled her blouse off and undid her bra,
giving Luc’s hand full access to her breasts now.

“Sounds pretty exciting,” she said as she
snuggled closer to him.

“It was.”

“So did you go back every day?”

“Almost. Sometimes her husband was home, but
he’d never be there for more than three or four days in a row.
Sometimes I was away playing in tournaments, and things like that.
But I kept going to her at least a couple of times a week for a few
years.”

“And was it Patrice who taught you the fine
art of cunnilingus? You know you’ve been taught by a master—or a
mistress, I should say.”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me about the first time you went down
on her. How long did it take for her to get you down there?”

“I can’t remember. Not long, I guess. At
first she would suck me off while my fingers played with her pussy.
I didn’t know what I was doing, so she probably wasn’t able to
come. So then we graduated to fucking.”

“Do you remember the first time you fucked
her?”

“Oh yeah.”

“What do you remember the best?”

“How hot she was. Inside her body, I mean. It
was almost summer so it was warm in the room, but when I shoved my
cock inside her it felt so amazingly hot and slippery. I probably
came in an instant. I don’t remember.”

Jo stood up and unzipped her jeans. She
pulled Luc’s hand into the opening and he started to rub her belly.
“And when did you first taste her pussy?”

“Probably not long after that. The first few
times she sort of directed me through it. She explained all the
bits, what they were for, how sensitive each part was, stuff like
that.”

“Uh huh. Keep talking.” Jo slipped out of her
jeans and pulled her panties down to her ankles, kicking them to
the side. Then, to Luc’s surprise, she climbed up on the side of
his narrow bed and, careful not to place any weight on him, swung a
leg over his body, straddling his face.

“Show me what you learned,” she said
breathlessly, hanging onto the headboard of the bed for
balance.

He smelled the saltwater musk of her cunt,
and wondered why female genitalia smelled of the sea. He liked it,
and began to kiss her trimmed pubic hair lightly, causing her to
moan softly.

“Show me,” she urged.

“First of all,” he said into her bush, “I
learned where the magic button hides.” With this, he flicked his
tongue at Jo’s clit, causing her to give a little jump.

“Good. Good. Then what?”

He raised his hands and carefully separated
her lips, exposing her fully. He kissed them, running his tongue
down to the entrance of her vagina, flicking softly as he went. He
could feel her shuddering as he flattened his tongue and licked her
again, from her opening up to the base of her clitoris, feeling her
labia plump with excitement. She pulled back, breathing hard.

“And I learned that these lips love to be
licked, and sucked.” He touched them lightly with a forefinger.
“They’re not particularly sensitive at first. But when they’re
kissed, when they’re stroked and sucked, then they grow fat and
aroused. Is that right?”

“Mmmph.”

“And then the juices start to flow,” he added
as he pulled her back down onto his face and thrust his tongue
inside her as far as he could. She wiggled and moaned and tried to
pull back. But he held her hips tightly, grinding his face into her
cunt, lapping at what he could reach of her vaginal walls.

“Luc, I want to come. Now!”

He pushed her away from him again. “No, no.
I’ve not finished my lesson. When a woman has been caressed and
kissed and sucked into full arousal—all without touching her little
pearl button, of course—then all you have to do is lick or suck it
oh-so-gently and she’ll come all over your face.”

“Show me,” she panted, straining to lower
herself.

“Already?” he asked with fake surprise.

“Yes, please. It’s been so long…”

He smiled and pulled her back so that he
could torment her clit with little circular licks. When he felt it
elongate and grow hard, he took it between his lips and sucked
gently as she bucked and jerked and cried out.

Luc noticed that, unlike his dog, Sammy
didn’t even bother to look up when Jo made her come noises.