The Erection Set

“Your attitude is a little too European, Mr. Fucia.”

“Please, call me Raul ... and my attitude is only universal. The masculine viewpoint, and especially true here in New York.”

“We New Yorkers pride ourselves on being rather sophisticated. I don’t think it’s true at all.”

“Oh? Then look around you. See the men? They stand and let themselves be surrounded. They listen to the overtures, gauge the quality of the bodies and select the one they believe will be most appreciative of their favors. Already there has been some discreet pairing off.”

“Regular cocktail party routine, Raul. Same people, just a different time and place.”

“No, my dear, not routine at all. The women vie. Yes, they vie. They beg, they implore, they demand. Unlike the animal world, it is the women who compete in style and showy displays of flesh to entice the opposite sex into accepting their advances. For instance, look at yourself.”

Sharon turned and looked at him, smiling wryly. “I seem to be on the conservative side, don’t I?”

The smile he returned was deliberate, eyes dropping beneath the level of her own. “Not really,” he said. “Assuming that professional women are all properly coiffed and made up, carefully tailored and impeccably mannered, can you explain why you are not wearing a brassiere, nor why neither seam nor hem of undergarment shows beneath that silken Pucci minisheath you’re wearing? Except for your dress and shoes, you are completely naked, and when you stand erect certain basic hirsute attributes are proudly evident despite the outer covering.”

“I didn’t think it showed,” Sharon said. She knew the red was showing on her shoulders, but the blush wasn’t in the casual tone of her voice.

“Perhaps I have a more experienced eye than most. And perhaps I think you are lying. You do know it shows.”

“Then you shouldn’t be looking in that direction.”

“Why not? It is the reason for your ... undressed appearance. Flaunting the female plumage, no? An admirable approach. I am thoroughly enchanted. And why not? Your skin is flawless, your physique perfect. Of all the women in the room, your breasts are by far most suited for their purpose. Large enough to be the objects of attention, to sustain themselves without implementation, yet not so large as to interfere with more important actions.”

“Is sex all that you have on your mind?” she asked him. His half-shaded eyes unveiled themselves momentarily in surprise and she was pleased that her voice had held no expression of excitement he had deliberately tried to implant in her.

“That is generally true,” he told her. “Can you suggest something that should take precedence?” He sipped his drink and waited for her answer.

“Try gainful employment.”

Raul shrugged and smiled again. “Hardly necessary. I am quite wealthy. Working for more would only be a pretense. I would rather spend my time and energy working on you, my dear. You interest me immensely.”

“For what purpose?”

“The ultimate purpose,” he said, “of taking you to bed with me, totally naked and ready for the unlimited capacity of Raul Fucia. Your enjoyment of my efforts would be profuse.”

Sharon let her eyes range over him, then her teeth glinted in a small grin. “I’m afraid I’d be a disappointment to you, Raul. You see, I’m quite virginal.”

“Lovely,” he said. “A woman virginal in spirit is a wonder to behold.”

“In body, my friend. I’m a complete maidenheaded virgin. How about that?”

There was no denying the tone of her voice at all this time. She had calculated it to perfection without any effort at all and for a moment nearly enjoyed the consternation that showed in his face.

“Impossible!”

“Not so impossible. I’ve just never been laid, that’s all. I never met a man I wanted to get that close to. Simple, when you consider it.”

He put the drink down, pulled up the ottoman beside her and sat down quickly, his hand reaching for hers. She let him take it without resisting. “Then, by all means, you must have me. I insist, you must!”

“Why?”

“Because the initial experience has to be a momentous occasion. Only a man of experience can ...”

“Raul ... balls. When I want to, I’ll go. Not before. You’re not the man either.”

“But you have not seen me.”

“You’re beginning to show, Raul. The thought of a possible virgin in your life was a little too much. Was that why you sat down?”

“My dear Sharon ...”

“I’ve been around, my fine foreign friend. I’ve necked, petted and experienced orgasm. I’ve engaged in a few sexual episodes that produced the proper physical pleasures and enjoyed it and I’ll probably do more of the same again when I want to. I know all the tricks, positions and erogenous zones and I’ll be a real terror when the time comes. Only right now I still have the little goodie that makes me an unpenetrated virgin and I’m going to keep it that way.”

She felt his hand slip away from hers slowly, his eyes uncertain. “You are a ... a ...”

“Lesbian?”

He nodded.

“No, though I allowed myself the pleasure of experimenting in that direction several times. Does that startle you?”