The Property of Edward James Page 5

  “You look so beautiful, Elizabeth,” I said in a hushed reverent tone.

  She responded by winking at me.

  It’s extraordinary how each moment of my time with Elizabeth, especially our first day together, is etched into my memory. She took the towel off her head, sat down at her vanity table and started brushing though her gorgeous hair and applying her makeup. I watched in the reflection of the mirror, my eyes lingering on her voluptuous breasts. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. When she noticed me looking, she gave me a half-smile in the mirror.

  “I hope you don’t mind that I’m not… fully dressed.”

  “No, I don’t mind at all.”

  “I didn’t think you would…”

  She returned to brushing out the wet locks of her hair and applying makeup to her face as I watched. Elizabeth asked me if I’d like a glass of water and I said yes. She put the brush down and stood up, arching her back and walked a few steps over to her kitchen, her exotic, pointed breasts leading her body across the small room. Elizabeth poured two glasses of cold water and came back in.

  “Thank you, Elizabeth.”

  I was glancing down at her pretty breasts as she handed me the glass and it slipped through my fingers and shattered into a million pieces on the floor.

  “Oh shit! I’m so sorry, Elizabeth. How clumsy of me. Let me clean this up.”

  I was tremendously embarrassed, but Elizabeth was very kind to me, despite messing up her apartment.

  “Hey, no worries, Edward. Accidents happen. Could it be that you were a little bit distracted?”

  We squatted together on the floor and carefully picked up the shards of glass together, her large pendulous breasts just inches away from me.

  “There you go. Good as new, right?” she said.

  “Yes. Once again, I’m terribly sorry about the …”

  “Don’t worry about it. Why don’t we share my glass, Edward? I’ll never finish it. Hold on tight this time and don’t let go,” she said, handing me her glass.

  “OK, thank you,” I said.

  I took a sip, happy to have my lips touch the same red smudge on her glass where those pretty lips had just been. I handed the glass back and she took another drink.

  “I’m done in the bathroom if you’d like to take a shower,” she said, setting the glass down.

  “OK, thank you.”

  Elizabeth suddenly kneeled in front of me, unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. The second she started removing my clothes I became aroused. She pulled my pants over my waist and down my legs, took my shoes and socks off and then unbuttoned and removed my shirt. I stood before her with an erection tenting my boxers. It was impossible for Elizabeth not to notice it. Normally I would have been awkward and shy about my body, but the fact that Elizabeth was so comfortable in her skin made me relax.

  “You have a very nice body, Edward,” she said.

  “Thank you. So do you, Elizabeth.”

  She handed me a dry towel.

  “The director said on the phone that we have to be completely shaved for his film. I shaved my intimate areas and I left my razor and shaving cream for you in the bathroom. Have you ever shaved yourself down there?”

  “Umm, no.”

  “Well, take your time Edward and please be careful not to cut your skin. You’ll find more clean towels folded in the cabinet next to the sink if you need them. Call me if you need anything, OK, Edward?”

  “All right. Thanks for letting me use your shower,” I said.

  “Sure. From now on, I want you to consider my home as your home now, Edward.”

  I couldn’t get over the generosity of this woman, sharing her home with me. I kept thinking about our sexual encounter during the audition. By the nice way she was treating me, I wondered when our next encounter would be. Perhaps after the show tonight?

  I went into her bathroom and took a hot shower. Everything looked clean and smelled so good. She had all these tiny bottles of shampoos and conditioners and oils and lotions for me to use. After my shower, I put shaving cream on my body, from just below my belly button to my scrotum and inner thighs, and shaved off all my pubic hair with her curved blue-handled razor with the word “Venus” written on it. Even her razor looked sleek and sexy! The cream felt cool on my private areas as I shaved. I hoped I didn’t clog her shower drain with all the hair I removed.

  After I was finished and toweled off, I looked down at myself. I had never seen what my private areas looked like without hair. The skin was pale white, never having been touched by the sun. Without the covering of pubic hair my penis looked longer and larger, even in its relaxed state. Because my waist and hips were slender, it appeared more prominent, protruding from my body, like in the statue of Michelangelo’s David. I went back into her living room to present myself, the towel wrapped back around my waist. I looked at her reflection in the mirror and Elizabeth looked very sexy. Her lips were bright red and eyelids were an alluring shade of dark blue. While I was in the shower, she dressed herself in thigh high white stockings, a garter belt, and a sheer frilly camisole. I noticed she wasn’t wearing panties. I felt myself get hard under the towel as I gazed at her.

  “OK. That didn’t take too long. Now come close to me, Edward. Let’s see how well of a job you’ve done…”

  I walked a few paces over to her and she turned away from the mirror to face me, still seated in her chair.

  “May I remove the towel from around your waist, Sir?” she asked flirtatiously.

  I nodded and she removed the towel, letting it fall to the floor. My penis was fully erect now, standing at attention in front of her. She inspected my work with her hands, sliding her fingertips down the pale white skin of my belly, slowly up my hairless shaft and down to the smooth skin of my scrotum. It was like discovering a new and unknown land. Now that the ugly curling pubic hairs were gone, I never wanted them to return.

  Elizabeth tenderly cupped her palm around my testicles and began lightly stroking the sides of my enlarged shaft with the other hand. My penis felt more sensitive to the touch, especially the thin, vulnerable skin on the underside of my scrotum. Her soft touch, her sexy lingerie and the way she gazed so intently at my penis made me feel like I might explode again. I tried to step away from her to gain control of my ejaculation, but she closed her hands around the base of my penis and wouldn’t let me go.

  “Leaving so soon?”

  “I’m sorry, Elizabeth. It’s just that… I’m not used to… I mean you’re so pretty… your breasts are so…the pretty lingerie and… the sexy way you’re touching me, I’m afraid I’m… I’m going to lose control again… if you don’t stop…”

  “Do you feel like you’re about to ejaculate?”

  “Yes…”

  “Already? You came just a couple of hours ago. You’re so virile, Edward James...”

  I felt her fingers close down tightly around my shaft like a vise and she squeezed it. Hard.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Well, It’s very flattering that you want to come the minute I look at you and touch you and that you think I’m so sexy that you can’t hold back. Personally I don’t mind it at all, but I think our fearless leader, Mr. Farnsworth, would be quite upset if you lose control so fast with me.”

  She kept squeezing my penis so hard that the muscles in her arms contracted and the skin at her fingertips turned beet-red from the constriction. It looked like she was strangling me there and the tiny slit at the head of my penis had opened, as if gasping for air. But I hardly felt anything, except for a not unpleasant tightness from the constriction.

  “Is this hurting you at all, Edward?”

  “No, not at all. I hardly feel anything, actually.”

  “I’m squeezing you as tight as I can. These things are indestructible. I can’t believe it doesn’t hurt you.”

  “It doesn’t. I can hardly feel it.”

  “Do you still feel like you’re about to come?”

  “Actually, n
o.”

  “Good. I have the feeling that you, my friend, are going to have to be aroused like this for hours, without release, if the rest of the script is anything like what we read today. By the way, you naughty boy, if you had looked a little more carefully at the script, Magdalena becomes overwhelmed by desire and makes a move to kiss Brother William under his robe, but the good monk is supposed to stop her advance and certainly he wasn’t supposed to ejaculate inside of her mouth!”

  “Oh my God! Is that what the script indicated? I had lost my place and—”

  “Uh-huh. I suppose you were improvising then?”

  “I’m so sorry, Elizabeth. I really feel embarrassed about that. I didn’t mean to… I mean I wasn’t trying to take advantage of…”

  “You weren’t trying to take advantage of me?”

  “No. Not at all. I had lost my place in the script. It was an accident.”

  “So it was an accident when you released your semen into my mouth?”

  “No, it’s not like that. I didn’t mean to—”

  “Don’t worry about it, Edward. Can’t you tell I’m teasing you again? I’m such a tease. I’m sorry. Believe me, I really didn’t mind. But next time you feel you’re about to lose control when we’re filming, just squeeze my arm and I’ll know what to do to stop you from coming too fast, OK?”

  “OK, I will.”

  Elizabeth released her vice-like grip on my shaft.

  “It works like a charm, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes,” I said, amazed. “It does, Elizabeth. Thanks.”

  So that was how, in one easy lesson, Elizabeth cured me of my little premature ejaculation problem.

  Chapter Six

  Practicing the New Technique

  “Don’t feel embarrassed about it. You just haven’t been around a woman in a while. All the guys are like that with me. They have trouble holding back. We just need to get a little bit more comfortable around each other, that’s all. You just need a little more practice, and I intend to give you as much practice with me as you’d like, Mr. James…”

  Oh my God. She said it with complete seriousness, without a shred of flirtation in her voice. She was going to let me…

  “Thank you, Elizabeth. I’d really appreciate any chance you can give me to… practice.”

  She smiled and turning away to continue primping in the mirror. I couldn’t believe my luck. This day kept getting better and better. I glanced out of Elizabeth’s window and saw the towering buildings of downtown San Diego scratch the skyline. I felt like I had been transported out of the congested hellish bowels of my flophouse downtown into a heavenly life in Elizabeth’s condo in Hillcrest. Good fortune was finally shining down upon me.

  Her cell phone rang again and she checked her caller ID.

  “Dirk again?” I asked.

  She shook her head no, firing off a text.

  “Duke? Derrick? Dougie?”

  “Donny. But I told you, I’ve moved on from the D’s, you lucky boy. I’m all yours now.”

  “I just need to keep you away from any other man whose name starts with the letter E.”

  Elizabeth laughed at my joke. I was really starting to relax around her and not be so tongue-tied. Elizabeth stood up and walked into her bedroom. I followed her in. She sat down on the edge of her bed.

  “You’re very funny, Edward, do you know that? You have a great sense of humor.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Now, all we need to do is get you in a little better shape. The camera is so unforgiving. So drop down and give me twenty push-ups and twenty sit-ups. I’m going to help get your upper body and abdominals into shape.”

  “OK.”

  I hadn’t done any serious exercise in quite some time and it was true I was a bit out of shape. I was still painfully aroused, so each time I lowered my body, the head of my penis hit her carpeted floor. After about fifteen push-ups I could feel the burn in my arm muscles. After number twenty, I collapsed to the ground, breathing hard.

  “Five more. OK, honey. Then flip over and give me twenty sit-ups.”

  The sit-ups were even worse. Though I was slender, my belly seemed to be made of pudding. After ten sit-ups I was struggling so much that Elizabeth had to hold my legs down on the ground to help me finish the last ten. Seeing her luscious breasts dangling in front of me gave me the extra incentive I needed to sit up all the way. Even with just that small amount of exercise, I knew I would be sore the next day. I rubbed my stomach and massaged my arms.

  “Are you OK, Edward?”

  “Yes.”

  “You didn’t pull a muscle, did you?” she asked, playfully tugging once on the base of my erect penis.

  “No, I’m fine,” I said, smiling.

  “Good.”

  Elizabeth leaned forward and gave me a soft tender kiss on the lips, the swollen tips of her breasts rubbing against my chest.

  “Now after all this hard work, I think you’ve earned your reward. Have you ever seen what a woman looks like, completely shaved?”

  My breath stopped.

  “No, I… I don’t think so.”

  “Well then, you are in for a treat.”

  Elizabeth stood up, reached her hand out to me and suddenly pulled me onto the bed with her, laughing as I fell on top of her legs. She looked so pretty and feminine in her sheer camisole and stockings. She leaned back, resting her elbows on her fluffy pillows and, like the wings of a butterfly; she slowly opened her thighs for me. The lips of her vagina were curled open and slick with moisture. I can’t begin to describe to you how lovely they were, Mr. Bergman, only to say they were like the perfectly formed petals of a tulip, fashioned into warm wet human flesh. Elizabeth watched me closely as I gazed at her, my body stiff and my eyes mesmerized by the folds of her glistening lips, the magical portal from which life itself emerged.

  “Do you like what you see, Edward?”

  I could hardly speak.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Then why are you so far away? Wouldn’t you like to take a closer look?”

  She reached her hand out to me, drawing me into her body. I rested my cheek on her inner thigh, my lips just inches away from her cleanly shaven flesh. Shutting my eyes, I breathed in the musky intoxicating scent of her arousal. I felt her stroke her fingers lightly through my hair. She arched her hips and pressed on the back of my head until the inches between us disappeared. My lips touched her wet outer folds and the tip of my tongue stretched out to kiss her innermost flesh.

  I took my time, licking and kissing her, worshiping her with my tongue and lips. I pressed my palms into her inner thighs, spreading her legs even wider apart with my hands, and nuzzled my nose and mouth as deep as I could into her womb, rapidly flicking my tongue over and over within her. I heard her moan and felt her inner thighs tremble several times. By the time I pulled back, my cheeks as well as the bed sheets were damp with her secretion. I opened my eyes and saw a creamy thick emission, the color of pearls, slipping out from within her, over the moist folds of her sex. She took a deep breath before closing her thighs.

  “Well, Mr. James, I believe we’ve found something besides acting that you are particularly skilled at.”

  I smiled, feeling good that I had pleased her in bed.

  “Now, get inside me and let’s have a little fun. When you feel like you’re about to come, squeeze me like we discussed, and we’ll practice our technique. OK?”

  “All right.”

  I couldn’t believe I was about to make love to the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life. Elizabeth opened her thighs for me once again. She tilted her head back and breathed in as I slipped easily and deeply into her sheath. When I looked down at her swollen puffy areolas and felt the stimulation on the sides of my shaft and the wetness on the head of my penis, I felt the urge to ejaculate almost immediately. I immediately squeezed her upper arms and pulled out.

  “Elizabeth! Squeeze me as hard as you can!”

  She grabbed me arou
nd the shaft with both hands and squeezed hard. Just like cinching a hose to stop the flow of water, the pressure stopped me from ejaculating. I was afraid that the second she took her hands away I would lose control and start spraying her like a fire hose, but I didn’t. The pressure she applied worked again! I was able to move in and out of her as slowly or as rapidly as I wanted after Elizabeth constricted the initial impulse to release my semen. I felt completely in control now, able to confidently pleasure her for as long as she desired, without the fear of coming to soon. We changed positions and she sat on my lap, facing me, sliding up and down on my erection. God, it was fantastic to have such wild sex with Elizabeth! As the sweat was beading on my brow, I noticed a digital clock across her bedroom with the little red shining numbers: 7:20. I already missed my check in time at the theater!

  “Oh my God!”

  I had never been late for a performance in my life. I immediately pulled out of her.

  “Why are you stopping? Don’t stop…”

  “I can’t believe it. I’m late for my show, Elizabeth,” I said.

  “What? Oh my God! We lost track of the time!”

  We jumped out of bed and threw our clothes on. The classy black dress and heels Elizabeth wore looked like she was attending the Academy Awards. She looked fantastic.

  “What about dinner? I still want to take you out,” I said.

  “We can get something after the show. Here. I’ll grab a few apples from the fridge we can eat on the way. Come on! I’ll drive. Maybe we can still get you there before 8!”

  Chapter Seven

  The Best Birthday in my Life

  Elizabeth wanted to drop me off in front, but since the theater space was on a dangerous block, I insisted on staying with her. After finding a parking space a couple of long blocks away, we ran as fast as we could, holding hands and laughing the whole way. We entered the hotel, passing a few vagrants and drug addicts lounging in the lobby, who stared at Elizabeth in her black sexy dress as we hurried by. We ran down the dank, dimly lit stairway to the basement and I arranged to use one of my comps to get Elizabeth into the performance. She sat in the audience of mostly friends and family of the cast, along with a few others who made the mistake of entering an experimental theater that smelled of the unwashed. I threw my costume on backstage without a care in the world while the stage manager and the other actors chewed me out for being so late. The house lights dimmed and I found my spot for the opening scene on the dark stage with the help of the fluorescent sticky tape on the floor. The stage lights came up on the final performance of our play. I had made it on time after all.