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25 – Meeting Veronica
Well, it finally happened. “Hi, Katie” I heard from behind me one Friday morning at the shop. I turned to fine a smiling young Coed. I recognized her. “Oh, so sorry,” she said as she glanced down at my name tag. “I…I thought you were someone else…sorry,” she stammered. She was embarrassed.
“Veronica?” I asked tentatively.
“Yes…yes,” she replied, surprised. “I go by Ronnie…are you…you are…”
“Yes,” I lowered my voice and said conspiratorially, “I am “Katie”, I added using my fingers for air quotes. “It’s time for my lunch break. Let me buy you lunch, and I can explain.” I looked at her questioningly.
She hesitated, but then agreed. I called out to Susan that I was going to lunch. She poked her head out of her office, smiled at Ronnie, and said “Sure. Have fun. No hurry. Just be back before 4-ish…”
So, I walked Ronnie outside, and we headed to a nearby outdoor café. When the waitress came for our drink order and she asked for a glass of white wine, I told the girl to “make that a bottle”.
As she walked away, Ronnie asked concerned “Don’t you have to go back to work?”
I laughed good naturedly. “Yes. Susan’s a great boss and besides, Friday afternoons can be slow and she leaves at 4pm for a standing Happy Hour get together with her Lesbian girlfriend, Lynn”. This made Ronnie giggle. Ronnie was an attractive brunette. Her brown eyes sparkled when she laughed. She was taller than me, with larger breasts, but with a slim waist and hips. She had that infectious, bubbly personality of a cheerleader (I wondered if she was one). I liked her…and I recognized her from the photograph hanging on the Order of the Chalice wall!
Our wine came and was poured for us. We clinked our glasses and drank as we looked over the menu. The waitress came back to take our order: we both asked for salads.
Then Ronnie opened the subject, “Okay, so you are Katie but you use the name Maire for the shop?”
I chuckled, “No, I am Maire most of the time. I am only Katie when I’m around Steve and the fraternity.” This surprised her. “Okay, let me explain. I was brought up as a good Catholic girl. Sex was for procreation only; not to be enjoyed. Women were to be ashamed of their bodies and to serve their husbands only.” Ronnie smiled and nodded. “I am married to a wonderful man, Liam. We love each other and we have always been faithful… until…” I had Ronnie’s full attention.
“My best girlfriend, Melissa, broke me out of my shell. One evening when our husbands were away, the two of us went out to our neighborhood pub. We dressed nicely…okay, slutty, and without trying, we picked-up two men. I wasn’t looking for any relationship and neither was my mentor, Melissa. She just wanted sex. In the parking lot of the pub, we fucked the two men!” Ronnie was surprised but allowed me to continue. “I wanted it, but it surprised me how much I enjoyed it. I love my Liam as my husband, but this new sex-thing had me interested. Up until then, I had only had sex with Liam. He and I first had intercourse a week before our wedding. I thought I would burn in hell for not waiting for our wedding night!” Ronnie burst out laughing.
“Maire, how old are you?” she asked. I told her I was 30 years old and she was shocked. “Oh, my! I hope I look as good as you do when I’m 30.”
I went on to tell her about getting a job at Susan’s Lingerie and how this opened-up new worlds for me. “I didn’t want to ruin our marriage by having affairs, but I was very interested in men and sex.” Ronnie chuckled and our salads arrived. She refilled our glasses with wine. “Liam discovered my stash of sex toys that I had purchased at the shop and that got us talking. He admitted that he didn’t think that he was satisfying me fully in bed… he would enter me, thrust some and then satisfy himself, not rudely but that’s all sex was to him. He told me that he had a fantasy idea that he wanted me to consider. My loving husband wanted to watch me have sex with other men! No affairs or sneaking around, just me performing in front of him and getting my sexual satisfaction.” Ronnie again showed her surprise. I continued, “So, after I got over that shocker, we agreed to visit the pub and see if we could entice a man to come home with us, to fuck me in front of him. This was very exciting for me to consider.
“I arranged things with John, the guy I had sex with in the parking lot…and well, some after that as well. He agreed to play along and meet me… us… at the pub.” Ronnie was listening intently and I was enjoying telling my story. “Not only did we bring John home with us, we also brought his friend, James … the one who had fucked Melissa. They both had their way with me. I loved it and so did my husband.
“Since then, I met Steve and Jackie. Please don’t tell anyone this, but I’ve been fucking and sucking Steve for some time now. We both just use each other as sex toys. We are not in a relationship as we have wonderful partners already. Steve’s cock is sooo big! Did you know that?”
Ronnie laughed with me. “I haven’t seen it myself, but I have heard the rumors.”
“Well, they are true,” I confided. “His cock is at least 10” long, thick and delicious. It is just amazing to cuck on… he’s also a big cummer … and he has the most luxurious fucking rhythm and staying power. I have multiple orgasms.” Ronnie giggled.
“I even arranged a cuckhold session with Steve for Liam. My husband never suspected that I knew Steve and I really enjoyed performing with him for Liam. It makes me tingle even now telling you about it…”
I paused to catch my breath. “Anyway, that brings me to joining the Order of the Chalice,” I concluded.
Ronnie gushed, “Joined? You conquered it, Maire…er, Katie.” She smiled at me, and reached over to squeeze my hand.
“Well, if I remember, you completed six interviews and most of the Chalice yourself” I complemented her.
“But you did all 12 plus a full chalice! How did you do that?”
“By loving it! I enjoy men and sex. I’ve learned how men worship their sperm, so I honor their cock and seed, too. They love a woman who does so.
“You see, from their first wet dream…”
“What?” Ronnie interrupted to ask.
“When young boys, p*****nage usually, begin to generate testosterone, they also have the beginnings of erotic dreams. They cum in the PJs, usually in the morning, while they are sleeping. They then discover masturbation as they fantasize about girls. According to my sources, they can cum several times a day and use tissues, their sister’s or mother’s panties, photos in magazines…whatever is available to deposit their semen. Young boys develop an association between sexual pleasure, erect penises, and fountains of their seed. They fixate on cumming.
“Any woman who understands this innate passion of a man, and his addiction to his semen, will be a sought-after sexual partner. Guaranteed.”
“Wow!” was all Ronnie could say. Then she added, “You are amazing, as Maire and as Katie.”
“Enough about me, Ronnie. Tell me about yourself.” I changed the subject.
She laughed good naturedly, sipped her wine, and began, “Well, let’s see…I’m a Junior majoring in Business. I’m a Varsity cheerleader (ah! As I had suspected!) and my boyfriend/sponsor is the star quarterback on the football team. I’m not as adventuresome as you, but I’ve been sexually active since a Freshman in high school. I’ve always been a cheerleader and have dated older boys and sports stars. I learned early that I needed to open my legs for my boyfriends when they needed sex. Oh, I enjoyed it, but I really didn’t know what I was doing at the time. It never occurred to me how men can obsess about their sperm. And here I am.” She concluded. She looked down at her watch. “Oh, my. You did need to get back to the shop. It’s 3:30 already. I’ll come with you and you can help me find some sexy things, okay?”
We waved the waitress over, I paid the bill, and we departed. She linked her arm in mind as we walked back to the shop. Susan greeted us as we walked-in with a knowing smile and then she left for her happy hour date with Lynn.
Well, it finally happened. “Hi, Katie” I heard from behind me one Friday morning at the shop. I turned to fine a smiling young Coed. I recognized her. “Oh, so sorry,” she said as she glanced down at my name tag. “I…I thought you were someone else…sorry,” she stammered. She was embarrassed.
“Veronica?” I asked tentatively.
“Yes…yes,” she replied, surprised. “I go by Ronnie…are you…you are…”
“Yes,” I lowered my voice and said conspiratorially, “I am “Katie”, I added using my fingers for air quotes. “It’s time for my lunch break. Let me buy you lunch, and I can explain.” I looked at her questioningly.
She hesitated, but then agreed. I called out to Susan that I was going to lunch. She poked her head out of her office, smiled at Ronnie, and said “Sure. Have fun. No hurry. Just be back before 4-ish…”
So, I walked Ronnie outside, and we headed to a nearby outdoor café. When the waitress came for our drink order and she asked for a glass of white wine, I told the girl to “make that a bottle”.
As she walked away, Ronnie asked concerned “Don’t you have to go back to work?”
I laughed good naturedly. “Yes. Susan’s a great boss and besides, Friday afternoons can be slow and she leaves at 4pm for a standing Happy Hour get together with her Lesbian girlfriend, Lynn”. This made Ronnie giggle. Ronnie was an attractive brunette. Her brown eyes sparkled when she laughed. She was taller than me, with larger breasts, but with a slim waist and hips. She had that infectious, bubbly personality of a cheerleader (I wondered if she was one). I liked her…and I recognized her from the photograph hanging on the Order of the Chalice wall!
Our wine came and was poured for us. We clinked our glasses and drank as we looked over the menu. The waitress came back to take our order: we both asked for salads.
Then Ronnie opened the subject, “Okay, so you are Katie but you use the name Maire for the shop?”
I chuckled, “No, I am Maire most of the time. I am only Katie when I’m around Steve and the fraternity.” This surprised her. “Okay, let me explain. I was brought up as a good Catholic girl. Sex was for procreation only; not to be enjoyed. Women were to be ashamed of their bodies and to serve their husbands only.” Ronnie smiled and nodded. “I am married to a wonderful man, Liam. We love each other and we have always been faithful… until…” I had Ronnie’s full attention.
“My best girlfriend, Melissa, broke me out of my shell. One evening when our husbands were away, the two of us went out to our neighborhood pub. We dressed nicely…okay, slutty, and without trying, we picked-up two men. I wasn’t looking for any relationship and neither was my mentor, Melissa. She just wanted sex. In the parking lot of the pub, we fucked the two men!” Ronnie was surprised but allowed me to continue. “I wanted it, but it surprised me how much I enjoyed it. I love my Liam as my husband, but this new sex-thing had me interested. Up until then, I had only had sex with Liam. He and I first had intercourse a week before our wedding. I thought I would burn in hell for not waiting for our wedding night!” Ronnie burst out laughing.
“Maire, how old are you?” she asked. I told her I was 30 years old and she was shocked. “Oh, my! I hope I look as good as you do when I’m 30.”
I went on to tell her about getting a job at Susan’s Lingerie and how this opened-up new worlds for me. “I didn’t want to ruin our marriage by having affairs, but I was very interested in men and sex.” Ronnie chuckled and our salads arrived. She refilled our glasses with wine. “Liam discovered my stash of sex toys that I had purchased at the shop and that got us talking. He admitted that he didn’t think that he was satisfying me fully in bed… he would enter me, thrust some and then satisfy himself, not rudely but that’s all sex was to him. He told me that he had a fantasy idea that he wanted me to consider. My loving husband wanted to watch me have sex with other men! No affairs or sneaking around, just me performing in front of him and getting my sexual satisfaction.” Ronnie again showed her surprise. I continued, “So, after I got over that shocker, we agreed to visit the pub and see if we could entice a man to come home with us, to fuck me in front of him. This was very exciting for me to consider.
“I arranged things with John, the guy I had sex with in the parking lot…and well, some after that as well. He agreed to play along and meet me… us… at the pub.” Ronnie was listening intently and I was enjoying telling my story. “Not only did we bring John home with us, we also brought his friend, James … the one who had fucked Melissa. They both had their way with me. I loved it and so did my husband.
“Since then, I met Steve and Jackie. Please don’t tell anyone this, but I’ve been fucking and sucking Steve for some time now. We both just use each other as sex toys. We are not in a relationship as we have wonderful partners already. Steve’s cock is sooo big! Did you know that?”
Ronnie laughed with me. “I haven’t seen it myself, but I have heard the rumors.”
“Well, they are true,” I confided. “His cock is at least 10” long, thick and delicious. It is just amazing to cuck on… he’s also a big cummer … and he has the most luxurious fucking rhythm and staying power. I have multiple orgasms.” Ronnie giggled.
“I even arranged a cuckhold session with Steve for Liam. My husband never suspected that I knew Steve and I really enjoyed performing with him for Liam. It makes me tingle even now telling you about it…”
I paused to catch my breath. “Anyway, that brings me to joining the Order of the Chalice,” I concluded.
Ronnie gushed, “Joined? You conquered it, Maire…er, Katie.” She smiled at me, and reached over to squeeze my hand.
“Well, if I remember, you completed six interviews and most of the Chalice yourself” I complemented her.
“But you did all 12 plus a full chalice! How did you do that?”
“By loving it! I enjoy men and sex. I’ve learned how men worship their sperm, so I honor their cock and seed, too. They love a woman who does so.
“You see, from their first wet dream…”
“What?” Ronnie interrupted to ask.
“When young boys, p*****nage usually, begin to generate testosterone, they also have the beginnings of erotic dreams. They cum in the PJs, usually in the morning, while they are sleeping. They then discover masturbation as they fantasize about girls. According to my sources, they can cum several times a day and use tissues, their sister’s or mother’s panties, photos in magazines…whatever is available to deposit their semen. Young boys develop an association between sexual pleasure, erect penises, and fountains of their seed. They fixate on cumming.
“Any woman who understands this innate passion of a man, and his addiction to his semen, will be a sought-after sexual partner. Guaranteed.”
“Wow!” was all Ronnie could say. Then she added, “You are amazing, as Maire and as Katie.”
“Enough about me, Ronnie. Tell me about yourself.” I changed the subject.
She laughed good naturedly, sipped her wine, and began, “Well, let’s see…I’m a Junior majoring in Business. I’m a Varsity cheerleader (ah! As I had suspected!) and my boyfriend/sponsor is the star quarterback on the football team. I’m not as adventuresome as you, but I’ve been sexually active since a Freshman in high school. I’ve always been a cheerleader and have dated older boys and sports stars. I learned early that I needed to open my legs for my boyfriends when they needed sex. Oh, I enjoyed it, but I really didn’t know what I was doing at the time. It never occurred to me how men can obsess about their sperm. And here I am.” She concluded. She looked down at her watch. “Oh, my. You did need to get back to the shop. It’s 3:30 already. I’ll come with you and you can help me find some sexy things, okay?”
We waved the waitress over, I paid the bill, and we departed. She linked her arm in mind as we walked back to the shop. Susan greeted us as we walked-in with a knowing smile and then she left for her happy hour date with Lynn.
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