Chaz, her ex, called one day and invited her to lunch. They had been divorced amicably and remained friends for many years. Chaz had a problem he wanted to talk to her about. When their lunch was delivered, he began explaining the situation.
Chaz was a hair dresser, but people made the mistake of thinking he was gay. Sometimes a client would take a fancy to him and ask him out. That’s what happened initially with Veronica.
Veronica was a beautiful leggy brunette who wore her hair in an up do with a curled length of pony tail hanging down her back. Chaz didn’t usually go for brunettes, but she was stacked and she was paying for dinner, so he agreed.
He met her at a steak house where they enjoyed the meal, a bottle of wine, a couple of cocktails, and the conversation. He took her home by way of the back streets even though he didn’t feel that drunk. When he walked her to the door, she asked him in for a night cap.
After a few minutes of kissing on the couch, she suddenly fell back on the pillows and fell asleep. He thought it was weird, but they had been drinking, so he politely kissed her on the forehead, muttered a whispered ,”Thank you,” and went on his way.
The next day Veronica phoned him to say, “I really enjoyed the evening and maybe we could do it again sometime.” He was interested so they set up another date for the following week.
The same thing happened; dinner, drinks, lovely conversation, back to her house where she again fell asleep on the couch. They had been making out furiously up to that point, so Chaz was both horny as hell and frustrated that Veronica had fallen asleep again. He did something he felt guilty about. He undid her blouse and brassiere and began fondling her beautiful full breasts. He couldn’t resist tasting her magenta nipples, but she never woke up.
The next two weeks produced the same scenario with Chaz becoming more brazen each night. He lifted her skirt, removed her panties and ate her out for about fifteen minutes before ejaculating into a napkin. Finally he decided to mount her as she lay there passed out. “Do you think this is wrong?” he asked Kristie.
She thought about it. Likely as not Veronica knew exactly what was going on. In fact Kristie thought she wanted it that way. Veronica was having fun “playing dead” while poor Chaz felt guilty about molesting her.
“When that happens again, why not whisper to her, ‘I’m really enjoying this and I hope you are too. If at any time you want me to stop, I will.’ And then kiss her gently on the lips.” That was Kristie’s solution to assuage the guilt Chaz was feeling.
The next date with Veronica was coming up in a few days. Chaz did exactly what Kristie had recommended. As soon as he finished the statement that he had rehearsed with Kristie’s direction, he felt a slight almost imperceptible squeeze of her thighs against his hips as if to hold him in place. He was now fully inside her and ready to explode. He looked down at her face and saw her smile just like the Mona Lisa. She liked to play dead.
(First published 8/13/12)
