Ginger Fox Part 3

"Did you feel good?" I turn my face, kissing her hand as it approaches my lips.
"I felt alive. I didn’t have to hide anymore; there was no disguise or fear of letting a man see me..."
"Was your first time in Sodoma?" I look at her with disbelief, biting my lip and watching her with interest.
"Your curiosity is quite large for someone so small, Gim."
"I know..." I cover my face to hold back a laugh, kicking my feet on the bed, certain that Baby had her first time with a man in Sodoma. "Oh my God... How was it?"
Baby laughs, turning onto her back again, clasping her fingers together on her stomach.
"Come on, Baby, tell me," I say, already feeling my neck tingle with curiosity.
"It was different." She turns her face towards me, shrugging and whispering mockingly.
I open my mouth, outraged that she’s using the same argument I used when talking about Jonathan.
"I can’t believe you’re using my words against me, Baby?!" I pull the pillow near my legs and hit her with it.
"Well, I should let you die of curiosity since I stayed up all night, anxious, while you were sleeping like a rock after hours of sex with my brother." Baby uses the same pillow I hit her with to hit me back. I hold it in my arms, pulling it towards me and hugging it. "Your room smells like sex and your bed like a damn man, you naughty girl! Did he come on this pillow you’re lying on, or was it this one?" I lift the pillow to my nose, sniffing it while teasing her. She looks at me with a fake disgusted expression, smiling at me. "It was this one, it still has his smell."
I rub my nose more vigorously, just to catch the faint scent of Jonathan. It’s not the pillow that smells like cum, but rather his masculine sweat mixed with his woody perfume. If I could see myself in this scene right now, I would know precisely how a drug addict looks in front of a line of coke. I’m addicted to Jonathan.
"Gross! I’m going to put you in the first rehab center I find to get you some treatment, you disgusting..." Baby laughs, looking back at the ceiling.
"Come on, don’t stall. Tell me how it was." My eyes stretch towards her, still holding the pillow close to my face and hugging it tightly. Maybe I really do need some rehab in my life after Roy.
"The meeting was going to be in Moscow. I didn’t want to wait until summer for them to be here on the island, so I took a plane and went to Russia..."
"You went to Russia to get laid? And I’m the disgusting one." Baby turns her face towards me, giving me a disapproving look.
"I’m not the one hugging a cum-stained pillow, Gim." Laughter escapes my mouth, and I bury my face in the pillow, muffling the laugh.
"Maybe you should take Roy’s cum to a lab and develop an elixir that calms the hysteria of sexually frustrated women. Freud would approve of that idea."
"Oh my God! Shut up, Ginger. Not even Freud would approve of that idea, and besides, you’d end up finishing your supply of elixir with how addicted you are to him." Baby laughs even more, stretching her body on the bed.
"Probably, I would do that." The blonde turns quickly, lying on her side on the bed, smiling at me while stroking my face. "Come on, keep going. I promise I won’t interrupt."
She sighs, letting her long eyelashes flutter with a couple of blinks, looking at me.
"Ralf Sanger," she says slowly, looking at me seriously.
I’ve heard that name before, but I don’t remember where. And then, like a spark, the image of the serious, well-dressed man who appears on TV and has posters all over the United States flashes in my mind.
"The former U.S. vice president?" Baby nods, smiling at me. "Noooo! Damn! But isn’t he from the Republican Party? He’s all pompous, conservative, and always talks about morality and good manners."
"That’s him. Remember what I told you? We all hide our demons, Gim. Ralf is no exception." She takes a deep breath, creating suspense, as she leaves me in agony with my curiosity.
God! I see that man preaching so much crap on TV that it makes me itch just knowing someone can think as backward as he does.

"The club that night was in an abandoned hotel. At first, I felt lost, looking at everything as if I were in a candy store not knowing which one to try. There was a Russian woman in the center of the hotel hall, doing a double anal." — The big "O" on my face is impossible to hold back as my eyes widen, staring at Baby.
"Wow..."
"Yes, a lot. I just stood there, in shock. She was being crushed by two men, and her screams were not of someone in pain." — Baby pouts, moving her head as we both laugh at the poor or lucky Russian woman; I’m still not sure how to classify her. "Well, I didn’t leave; I wanted to see it through to the end, to see how much she could take. A waiter brought me a glass of vodka, saying it was courtesy of one of the party's hosts. I was so naive that I didn’t realize that Sodoma parties don’t have hosts, only counselors."
I clutch the pillow, with my eyes and ears wide open, not missing any of the details of her story, letting my imagination succumb as if I were reading one of those erotic tales.
"Ralf is one of the counselors of Sodoma in North America, and since he was in Russia, he attended the club meeting in Moscow to honor Czar, the Moscow counselor." — She blinks, her eyes shining as she talks about the man. "You’ll meet him; he’ll be at the next meeting here on the island."
"Who?" I whisper, lost, looking at her. Actually, I’m not sure if I even want to be at the next meeting.
"Czar. But we’ll talk about the grumpy Russian later." — I nod, excited. "I kept the drink the waiter left me, but by accepting the vodka, I was also accepting the invitation of the mysterious man who sent it. But I stayed there, blissfully unaware, and continued watching the scandalous Russian scene."
Baby describes in detail how the woman was coupled with the two men, their penises deep inside her anus, thrusting simultaneously and following a single rhythm, sweaty, with labored breaths in the poorly lit center of the hall.
"I must have been on my second glass when I felt a light touch on my shoulder, which gave me goosebumps all over." — Baby lets her fingertips run over my arm, and I feel my hairs stand on end. "The strong breath was on my neck, so low it could make me kneel in that hall."
I don’t blink; I think I even hold my breath, waiting for the plot’s climax. I seem like the curious girl at the end of the book my mother read to me every night, except now it’s not fables holding my attention but Baby’s first fuck.
"He placed a warm, almost restrained kiss on my neck, and his hand, which had been on my arm, slipped to my waist."
Baby’s hand spreads on my hip, giving a light squeeze.
I should tell her that I’m in pain, but I still stay silent because it’s like feeling what she felt that night.
"I was so focused on that brutal sex scene in front of me that my body lost its movements, leaving me at the mercy of the strong fingers exploring me."
Automatically, my mind brings back the experience I had with Roy in that observation room. I was so merged with the image of Bob fucking Lorane that my mind shut off, leaving only my body to react to every touch of Jonathan.
"I only realized I was exposed when I felt the cold air from the air conditioner touch my burning skin. He was torturing me with light circles on my nipple. The bastard was good; he knew it. My cock, which was hidden between my legs, was starting to get hard, making me feel twice the pain for having it restrained." — Her nails drag across my stomach, stopping near my lower belly and sliding slowly.
It’s as if I were there. Baby’s soft voice recounts each sensation, making my body feel each of her touches, transporting me to a cold night in Moscow.
"He startled me when his hand slipped under my dress." — I feel the silk robe being pushed aside, until his hand is on my bare thigh. "There was no way to escape, as his other arm was trapping my waist. So I let him explore, even though I was scared of how he would react. His breathing became doubly heavy when he touched the middle of my crotch, sliding back."
Her hand slides, stopping on the curve of my ass, just caressing in circles.
"He didn’t speak or even ask if I approved; he just dragged the tight dress up. His hand was already pulling my panties down my leg. I felt my whole body aching, almost screaming for him to fuck me right there..."
My face buries into the pillow as his finger brushes the front of my vagina. Baby slides it slowly, torturing me while I bite the pillow, smelling more and more of Roy.