Relationships Vol. 4
A collection of erotic stories by
Piers Anthony
Published by Phaze Books
Also by Piers Anthony
Relationships Vol. 1
Relationships Vol. 2
Relationships Vol. 3
Relationships Vol. 4
This is an explicit and erotic novel
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Relationships Vol. 4
Copyright © 2010 by Piers Anthony
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Edited by Tina Gallagher
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First Edition November 2010
ISBN-13: 978-1-60659-577-0
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Contents
Introduction
Phone Sex
Off the Record
Ideal
Fifth Choice
Birthday Suit
Roles
Friday
Day in the Barrel
Sex-Ion
The Other Shoe
Running the Line
Potency
Mother Love
Lovecrossed
Introduction
This is the forth in my series of mostly erotic stories of personal relationships. The first three volumes are available from Mundania Press in print paper or electronic formats. I regard myself as a natural story writer who had to go to novels for commercial reasons—that is, to be able to earn my living writing—but now I am returning to the story form late in my career. I write stories because I have ideas I want to animate; they are fun for me, and I hope also for you the reader.
I don’t have themes for the books, but there do seem to be some coincidental groupings. Volume 1 had some unusual pairings, such as a mouthy teen boy encountering a sick old woman and joining her in suicide, or a college boy who gets assigned an ideal girlfriend, or a woman who discovers and joins a prison sex club, or a former bully who meets and loves a traumatized rape victim. Volume 2 had three interracial romances, as when a black man and white woman, to conceal their relationship, enlisted the companionship of a black woman and white man, who then fell in love. That may not seem like much, but I think it’s my favorite story in the series. Volume 3 introduced the concept of Alternity, an online realm where attractive avatars can have sex that feels like the real thing. So what about Volume 4?
Well, one thing that has bugged me for some time is the unrealistic nature of romance in movies, TV, and books. The men are handsome and talented, the women are young and lovely. That’s okay, but what about those folk, in fact the majority of us, who are not handsome, wealthy, highly intelligent, or beautiful? The ordinary man, plain girl, or older woman? Aren’t they entitled to romance too? So this time the majority of stories address this aspect, with average men, plain girls, older women, and lovely women who turn out not to be exactly what they seem. The trick was to discover realistic ways for them to make it, without resorting to magic. There’s a little magic here, but mostly the stories are contemporary mundane efforts, with the focus on interpersonal feeling. That is, love and sex.
Phone Sex
Edna waited politely until the other customers cleared. Then she braced the handsome young clerk of the hardware store. “There was a mistake,” she said. “You undercharged me for this trowel. Here is my receipt.”
The man nodded. “If we overcharged you, we’ll naturally give you a refund.” She noticed that his nameplate said ERLE.
“Undercharged,” she repeated. “See, the price sticker is here. The receipt is a dollar low. I didn’t notice until I checked at home. So I came right back.” She dug a dollar out of her purse.
Erle was amazed. “You are complaining about an undercharge?”
“Not complaining. Merely rectifying. You have to make a living too, don’t you?”
He shook his head. “We seldom encounter this kind of honesty. Keep the dollar; consider it a special sale.”
“No, no. I would have complained as readily if the receipt had been a dollar high. Take the money. I would not want you to get in trouble with your employer.”
Erle looked around. The store was empty for the time being. “May we talk for a moment? Do you have time?”
“More than I like,” she said with a wan smile. She did not clarify that her life was a private annoyance not even approaching the level of hell. Merely the frustration of being denied anything she might ever have wished for. Time? Time for what? She had no destiny. She was a wasted life, useless.
“I will not get in trouble with my boss. I am the owner of this franchise. I inherited the hardware chain when my parents died unexpectedly two years ago. Keep the dollar; I appreciate your honesty more than I need the money.”
She considered him more carefully. He was not only handsome, he was husky. He probably worked out regularly. “You’re the owner? Then why are you clerking?”
“Learning the business from the ground up. Making myself useful. I really don’t know what to do with my sudden wealth, and don’t want to make any foolish mistakes.”
“I am impressed, Erle. I believe I have seen you these past two years, without noticing.”
“And I have seen you, shopping for garden tools, mostly.”
“So we know each other, in a manner,” she agreed. “I am Edna, desultory fifty-year-old housewife.”
They shook hands.
“So be at ease about the trowel,” he said.
“I must compliment you on your attitude. Most wealthy young men would be going for cars, girls, and parties.”
“Not me. I have delusions of amounting to something.”
“No parties? Not even occasionally? Girls are attracted to money. You could surely splurge with a limited dalliance or two.” She paused. “Unless—”
“I’m not gay,” he said. “But also not dating. Girls paid me little attention, until I got rich; now they are all after me, but I don’t trust any of them.”
“I see the problem. Maybe you could date anonymously on the internet, until you are sure one is interested in you for yourself alone.”
“I don’t trust that either. She’d Google me and know, and maybe only pretend not to care about the money.”
“Then it seems I have no answer for you,” she said. “It’s not the kind of problem I ever faced, not having money or beauty. I live economy style throughout.”
“About that, we have sales every so often, with some real bargains. There’ll be one next week. Call to see whether there’s anything you want.”
“I won’t call, but I’ll come in.”
“No need to take the trouble; there might not be anything for you.”
Edna braced herself and said it. “I wasn’t questioning the merit of your sale. It’s that I can’t call.”
He paused. “Oh. No phone?”
“We have a phone. It’s that I have a phone phobia. I can answer, but I can’t call out.”
He stared at her. “You have a fear of phoning?”
“I really do, weird as that may seem. Had it all my life. My husband makes the calls. I’m helpless in that respect.”
“I wasn’t questioning your word. I just couldn’t believe that anyone else suffered that particular malady.”
Now she stared at him. “You too?”
“Me too. That’s the rest of the reason I don’t date. If a girl tells me to call her, I can’t.”
“And you can’t tell her why?”
“Too embarrassed,” he agreed. “It messes me up at the store, too. Our accountant has to handle any outbound calls. I know how badly it limits me, but until I get over it, I’m helpless.”
“And you can’t just get over it,” she said. “I truly understand.”
“Oh, Edna, it’s such a relief to meet you. I thought I was the only one.”
She laughed. “Well, we don’t call each other about it.”
“Please, I would like to know more about you. I never met someone who shared that particular problem.”
“I’m just an old woman trapped in an ugly marriage with nothing to look forward to. Nothing of interest, really.”
“Ugly marriage? It’s not my business, but—”
“He’s got a mistress or two on the side. When I challenged him about it, he said what was I going to do, divorce him? He knows I’m stuck. He has the money and the control. I am in effect a household servant, cooking, cleaning, whatever he wants. So I make the best of it, gardening and so on. I’d be utterly helpless on my own. Because of the phone.”
“Because of the phone,” he agreed. “Edna, I wish I could help you, but I can’t even help myself. Let me take you out to eat, or something.”
“I wasn’t asking you for anything,” she said, more sharply than she had intended. “You told me your situation, so I told you mine. That’s all there is to it.”
“But I don’t want that to be all,” he protested. “I want to keep company with you, because you’re the first person I’ve felt remotely comfortable with in a long time. Because of the phobia. If you could use money—”
“No money,” she said sharply. “I shouldn’t have spoken.”
“I understand how you don’t want anything from me. I respect that. You even came to return the dollar, though you could use it yourself. Please, what can I do for you?”
She laughed bitterly. “Have an affair with me.”
He laughed, and she laughed with him. Then they paused.
Then he spoke carefully. “I am not presuming anything. Just saying that I’m interested. Because I really would like to be with an understanding woman.” He blushed. “Sex—I dream of it constantly. So it’s not completely a joke to me.”
“You can’t be serious. I mean, about me. I’m old and saggy, and look worse naked. You can’t really be turned on by me.”
“Ma’am, I’m turned on already. It’s the phone that connects us; the rest is incidental. I got a ...” He turned sideways, embarrassed, and she saw the bulge in his pants.
“I’ll be damned,” she murmured. “I haven’t had that effect on a man in twenty years.”
“Except your husband, of course.”
“Except nothing. He has no sexual use for me. That drives me crazy, because I am a woman who really likes sex. Any kind, any time.”
He considered briefly. “The store closes at 5 PM. I have an apartment in back. So if it’s not a joke, and you have time...” He shrugged.
“I’ll be there,” she said, surprised by the quickness of her decision. Was she simply calling his bluff?
She showed up promptly at five. He conducted her to his small but well furnished apartment. “You haven’t changed your mind? Because we can just talk if you prefer.”
She removed her clothing, revealing her unappealing body. “If this doesn’t change yours, let’s get to it. I’m no sweet innocent young thing.”
“I’m the innocent one,” he said, stripping similarly. He had a fine body and an enormous erection, the kind she had dreamed about. “I think you look sexy as hell. What do we do now?”
“You haven’t had sex before?”
“I’m a virgin,” he admitted. “I have a huge desire, but don’t want to make a wrong move and ruin it.”
“Then come here,” she said, drawing him down on the bed with her.
“But I’m so big and you’re so small.”
“Not where it counts.” She made him lie on his back. Then she mounted him, set his turgid member to her cleft, settled onto him and stretched her body out against him. “Now thrust,” she said.
He did, and in moments she felt him spurting. She had not had so large and hard a member in her before, and the feel and audacity of the experience so excited her that soon she joined him in climax, kissing him avidly throughout. He truly wanted her! That thrilled her.
Then they lay beside each other, relaxing.
“That was wonderful,” he said. “Thank you, Edna, for a glorious experience.”
“Same here,” she said. “It’s magical to be truly desired, especially at my age.”
“Oh, yes, I desire you,” he said. “Maybe it’s because you’re the only woman I really trust, despite our brief acquaintanceship. I know you’re not trying to get anything from me.”
“Except sex.”
“I’m getting that from you. What will you tell your husband?”
“The truth. He’ll never believe it. How I had one superlative outing with a rich, handsome, young man who plumbed me better than I’ve had in twenty years.”
“If you keep talking like that, you’re going to get me wanting more.” Indeed, his member was thickening. He was young; he recovered quickly.
“You can have all you want. I am quite thrilled to be wanted.”
“How often can you come? I mean, here.”
“I know what you mean. Every day, if you want. Until you tire of me. I do so like having this effect.”
“It may take years for me to tire of you. You truly understand and accept me.”
“We understand and accept each other. At least in one or two respects. We are totally different creatures, but we have a common need.”
“Sex,” he said. His penis was coming erect. “Is it okay again? You won’t mind?”
“I don’t think I’ll ever mind being so ardently desired. I have been hopelessly hungering for that for decades. Do with me what you wish.”
“I’d sort of like—your breasts, and stuff.”
“Take them.”
He half mounted her and put his face to her breasts, hesitantly. He had had little, if any, experience, and needed reassurance and encouragement. She took hold of his head and guided his mouth to her nipples. Soon he was licking and sucking on them. That started working her up again, too.
Before long he was penetrating her again, working up to a slower, longer climax. She did not climax with him this time, but that hardly diminished her enjoyment of the experience. To have such a handsome, husky young man craving her as a sex object! How could she ever get enough of that?
Finally his orgasm came upon him, and she felt the heat of his ejaculation within her. She kissed him, turned on in a sense that went beyond the sexual.
“You know, we should try to do something about our phone phobias,” she said as they rested again. “They unfairly limit us.”
“Don’t I know it! But what? I’ve tried, and gotten nowhere.”
“Because you did not have an understanding companion to work with. Tomorrow, let’s alternate sexual efforts with phone efforts. Maybe we can get somewhere.”
“You’re on.”
“Phone sex,” she agreed, laughing. The fact was that sex was easier than the phone.
This time she let him play with her buttocks and cleft. He licked her until his member swelled again. In the process he brought her off without knowing it. She was satisfied with that, not wanting to impede his progress. He entered her, but wasn’t fully hard and couldn’t climax. Three times in an hour was too much, despite his ambition.
“I can get you there,” she said.
“I don’t think anything can. I want to, but I’m spent.”
She took his penis and stroked it with her hand. Then she put her mouth to it. He lay there, quietly amazed. Soon she had it turgid. “Now get on me and in me,” she said.
He did, and this time had his orgasm. “Thank you!” he gasped.
“You are welcome. I knew you could do it.”
“A young woman would not have the patience.”
“A young woman would not have any concern about her sexual desirability. You said you were hungry for sex. I am hungry for your hunger.”
He smiled. “So we are a good match.”
“But we must be clear, this is purely sex and phobia, not commitment or love. If we enable each other to abate our phobias, that will be a natural end to our association.”
“As you wish,” he agreed. “A passing affair.”
She wished it could last forever, but knew it could not. This way she had set a reasonable limit, so she would not be too disappointed when it ended.
Next day he had a set of cell phones. “This one’s for you,” he said.
“Oh, I can’t afford that!”
“On loan. For the phone effort.”
That she could accept.
They had enthusiastic sex. Then, naked, they tackled the phones. “I figure if we can punch in the numbers, then maybe we’ll be able to call each other by hitting the buttons,” he said.
“I wonder. I haven’t worked with a cell phone before. Only dial phones. Sometimes I could dial the first two or three digits, but then my finger froze.”
“Finger,” he repeated, his gaze moving to her crotch.
“I think I can read your mind. Very well. Post the first number, and you can put in one finger.” Actually the thought of him inserting a finger into her excited her almost as much as the penetration of his penis. She craved variety.
They copied out the cell phone numbers on paper, finding that possible to do. Then he took his phone and tried to make an entry from her number. His breathing accelerated and his hand shook, but he persevered and managed to get the first digit entered. Then, worn out from the effort, he set the phone down.
She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. He kneeled before her, licked his finger, and cautiously poked it into her vagina. “Oh, that’s something!” he breathed as it penetrated. His penis lifted. He worked his finger around inside her, clearly turned on by the experience. That turned her on too.
Then it was her turn. “But what’s your reward?” he asked.
“There’s something I’ve always been curious about, but never had the nerve to ask my husband, not that he’d ever let it happen,” she said. “But I think it’s more than a digit’s worth. It would be a whole number’s worth.”
“Tell me.”
“I don’t want to turn you off. It’s a really naughty notion.”
“Tell me,” he repeated.
She told him. He considered, surprised, then agreed. “For the whole number. We’ll add up the digits, and when you get there, you can do it.”
“You won’t be repulsed?”
“I don’t think so. It’s weird but interesting.”
She addressed her phone. She struggled, as he had, and finally managed to enter the first digit. It was almost as bad as dialing, even though the phone was not actually dialing, just storing the number.
“Now you get the first finger,” he said.
“First finger?”
“Your idea for the prize made me realize that I’m interested too. So you can build up to it the same way as I will.”
“Build up to what?”
“I want to feel your orgasm with my finger. The very thought excites me.” Indeed, his penis was stirring. “I had never in my life thought of such a thing, until you described it, but now it turns me on powerfully.”
“Oh, of course. I don’t even know where your prostate is, really.”
“You can reach it with your finger. My doctor does.” He bent over the bed, presenting his bottom.
Hesitantly she lubricated her forefinger and poked it at his rectum. It resisted penetration. She applied more lubricant to the rectum and tried again. This time he pushed against her, and the tip of her finger wedged in, the sphincter clasping it. She had never done this before with any man, and it was weirdly exciting. For him too; she saw his member stiffening.
“It’s about finger-length depth,” he said.
She pushed in farther, feeling the sphincter loosening as she gained depth. Was this what sexual penetration felt like to the man? It had its own kind of thrill. Her vulva was getting wet.
Her finger got in all the way, but all she felt was the tube of his colon. “I’m not finding it,” she said.
“I can’t help you there. I guess a doctor knows what to feel for.”
She pulled her finger out. “But doing that—it really turned me on.”
“Me too,” he said, his erection standing tall.
Without another word they fell on the bed and had vigorous sex. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips as he thrust. She truly was turned on, as her orgasm came almost as fast as his did.
Next day they made themselves enter the second digits before getting physically digital. It was another struggle, but less so than before, perhaps because the thought of incipient sex was an encouraging distraction.
This time they lay beside each other on the bed, on their sides facing each other. His finger penetrated her vagina while her finger penetrated his colon. She could see his limp penis stirring as she pushed in, and felt her vagina contracting round his finger as it penetrated. But she didn’t find his prostate.
So it continued, day after day, until they had the full numbers entered in the phones. He never tired of exploring her vagina, and finally she did find the walnut-sized lump that was the surface of his prostate beyond the wall of the colon. She had missed it before because she had somehow expected something much larger.
“Now we are there,” she said as they lay recovering from enthusiastic sex.
“All we have to do is select the numbers and press the green button,” he agreed.
“I’m terrified.”
“So am I. It was possible to do the digits, one by one, knowing it was not really the same as phoning out. But now the thought of actually doing it scares me.”
“Let’s try it now, before we lose our nerve entirely.”
They tried it, sitting naked beside each other on the bed and holding their cell phones up. Each of them managed to select the number—it was the only one. But neither could press the activation button. Their hands were shaking too badly.
“Let me take you out somewhere to eat,” he said. “We can try again tomorrow.”
Edna was so relieved to be off the hook for the moment that she agreed without protest. They washed up, dressed and went to his car. He drove to a restaurant in another town where neither had been before, and treated her to a wonderful dinner.
She had to chuckle. “Usually the man treats the woman to a meal before he gets her in bed.”
He took her hand. “When we graduate, and can function outside, our association will naturally end.”
She felt a chill. “Yes,” she agreed tightly. “That was our agreement.”
“I don’t want it to end.”
“Neither do I,” she confessed, relieved that this was not the kissoff. “These past two weeks with you have been the best of my life. But you know you have to start dating real girls, with an eye toward a long term relationship. You and I have no future. It’s purely temporary.”
“I’ve been thinking about it. I—I think it’s not just the phone. Or the sex. It’s the understanding. The trust. I need you in my life, Edna.”
“I wish I could have you forever. But we’re realists. It has to end, lest it cripple your future. If anyone caught on that you had a plain old woman for a mistress we would both expire from embarrassment.”
He continued holding her hand. “True. But I have an idea that may help, if you agree.”
“I’d love to hear it.”
“When I become phone-competent, I’ll have to start moving up in my managerial capacity. Truly running the company. I think I can do it now. But it will require time in the office, calling suppliers, arranging deliveries, and so on. I won’t be able to spend full time clerking the store. I’ll need to hire a clerk.”
“Yes, that makes sense. Working your way up.”
He did not speak. He merely held her hand, gazing at her. She was evidently missing something.
Then she got it. “Me!” she exclaimed.
“A part time job, if you prefer. It would bring you some money. And—”
“And it would park me there at the store, readily accessible without attracting attention. We could continue. As long as you want.”
“That was my thought.”
“Oh, Erle, I wish I could kiss you!”
“Let’s finish here and get back to the car,” he said.
They finished and returned to the car. There they kissed passionately, heedless of possible passers-by who might see. Then she drew up her skirt, he drew down his pants, and she sat on his lap so that he could enter her from behind. His eager penetration in this unfamiliar setting and position turned her on so effectively that again she was able to climax with him. It was a wonderful conclusion to a wonderful day.
He delivered her to her house. “I’ll see about the paperwork for the job,” he said as she got out.
Next day they tried to make their calls again, but failed again. It was just too much.
“I have an idea,” she said. “When we were posting the digits, the idea of the sexual reward motivated us. Maybe sex can help here.”
“How?”
“I’ll distract you sexually while you try to dial out. With luck it will make it possible.”
“I don’t know. More likely the phobia will ruin the sex.”
“That’s a risk. Stand and take your phone.”
He did so, naked. She kneeled before him and fondled his flaccid penis. It stirred slightly.
“I still can’t dial,” he said.
“Hold your finger over the button, as close as you can manage. When you can, push it.”
He stood ready, but the phone was shaking with his nervousness. She understood exactly how that was.
She took his penis into her mouth and sucked. It swelled, as it had to. She tickled his scrotum with her fingers. She tongued his glans. She felt his member expanding. She kept sucking and tonguing, bringing it slowly to a full erection. She ran her finger into his anus.
Her cell phone rang. For a moment she did not make the connection. Then she did: he had made the call!
She snatched up her phone and clicked it on as she withdrew her mouth from his penis. “Hello,” she said breathlessly.
“It’s me,” Erle said, just as breathless. “I made it!”
“Congratulations!” she exclaimed.
Then they both fell on the bed and had phenomenal sex, kissing so hungrily that she was hardly aware of her orgasm. Victory!
“Your turn,” he said as they recovered.
“Not today,” she said, smiling. “I’m sexed out for this session.
“It does work,” he said. “I was scared, but you got me so worked up I had to push the button before you made me spurt. I wanted to do it in you, not in the air.”
“I will keep that in mind during my turn.” She rolled over and kissed him again. “Oh, Erle, I’m so pleased!”
“I haven’t graduated yet,” he cautioned her. “It was a close call, and I don’t think I could do it without the distraction.”
“But we proved it’s possible. We’re getting there.”
“We’re getting there.”
Next day she stood naked, spread-legged, hovering with her phone while he addressed her breasts, fondling and kissing them. When that didn’t do it, he kneeled before her and started licking her cleft. The touch of his tongue was electric, sending a thrill to her. The novelty of his doing this while she stood added to the effect. When he ran his finger into her vagina she was so turned on she knew she was in danger of being overtaken by an orgasm. She jammed her finger down on the phone.
His phone rang. He grabbed it. “Hello!”
“Just get me on the bed!” she gasped.
He did, and she wrapped her legs about him again, eagerly joining his thrusting as she kissed him. It was another fine sexual session.
But when they tried to dial again without sex, they couldn’t. They had made progress, but had not yet graduated.
In the following week she came to work at the store, though they still had not succeeded in phoning without sex. She was a trainee, and he carefully showed her how to do it. He was just as careful not to touch her, deliberately treating her like an anonymous employee. They wanted there to be no suspicion. But during the lunch break on the second day they retreated to his apartment and had hasty sex. Again, the novelty contributed; it had always been after hours before.
They made unsteady progress. When it got so that he could dial while she held his penis without stimulating it, and she could dial while his finger was up in her vagina without moving, they knew they were getting closer.
Finally they succeeded, fully clothed and without contact. Both their hearts were racing, but they knew they had turned the corner. Now they could celebrate.
They stripped. He lay on the bed while she ran her finger into his anus, found his prostate, then sucked on his penis until his breathing was hard and his climax came. She felt his prostate flexing as the fluid surged through the conduit and spurted into her mouth. She had finally monitored the whole of his orgasm. It satisfied a lifetime’s naughty dream and was a terrific turn-on. It was as though she had brought his pleasure into existence herself, generating it from some hidden fundament.
Then she lay on the bed while he ran his finger into her vagina and tongued her clitoris until she came. He felt the whole of her orgasm. He, too, was a creator.
For a time thereafter it was routine. She continued to learn the ways of the store, while he moved cautiously into management. Both of them were improving, and both felt increasingly comfortable doing their jobs. But both remained shaky when phoning out to new numbers. Sometimes Edna came to hold Erle’s hand when he had a difficult call to make, and on the worst ones they made sure they were alone and she unobtrusively reached into his fly and held his penis. It remained phone sex, though no one else knew it.