Talk After The Threesome

Alone with her lover, Margaret Dowler chose her words with care. She sat beside Jim Hansen and watched as the handsome administrator came slowly to his senses, emerging from an alcoholic haze. Jim started to speak, staring directly into Margaret's blue eyes as he gathered his thoughts.

"No, let me do the talking," Margaret stated before her lover could begin. "And don't pretend that you're drunk or anything. I know you too well to fall for that."
"Go ahead, then," Jim answered, his voice still thick and slurred. "So far I have no idea what you're getting at."

Margaret smiled again and moved closer to Jim on the touseled double bed. "First of all, do you really not know who June is or were you just putting us on? You don't really? June, June Goodwin, John Stephan's little girlfriend, the girl you were going to expel from school. Does that ring a bell?"
"My God," Jim shouted, dropping all pretense of inebriation. "Are you trying to get me fired or are you blackmailing me, Margaret? How could you do this to me?'Why?"
"I didn't like the idea of deceiving you but it was the only way. I had to show you that your ideas of sex, your whole hypocritical morality is a crock of shit."
"In other words," Jim interrupted. "If I fuck the girl it's all right for John to do it, even though they're just children, even though he missed getting her pregnant by sheer luck. You've got a funny way of making your point, I'll grant you that."
"Come off your high horse, darling," Margaret continued. "She's not the first young girl you've been with. Half an hour ago you were bragging about some other girl you'd seduced."
Jim winced visibly before answering. "You've got me there, Margaret, I can't deny it. But the other girl was in high school, practically an adult. And I don't make a practice of that sort of thing, even if it happens now and then."
"Yes, but the point is that you should understand that you're not the only virile man in the world. Why should John's desires be any different from yours? For that matter, why should mine. Don't you see what a double standard you're setting?"
"I suppose so," Jim answered reluctantly. "Maybe I was jealous of John. You know it's not easy to be in my position. You could never understand the temptations I face every day."
"I think I might have some idea," Margaret said with a broad, knowing smile. "A pretty good idea, at that." v-
"No, it can't be," Jim protested. "You're not going to sit there and tell me that you've gotten involved that way with your students, with John Stephan. How could you, Margaret?"
"Oh, I suppose it's different for a woman. Wake up, Jim, this is the Twentieth Century, remember? We women have bodies too, sexual desires even. Jim, I'm really sorry to hit you with this all at once, but it was the only way. I couldn't let you get those two kids in trouble, it just isn't right."
"So, it is blackmail," Jim concluded, sitting up straight with his back propped against the wall. "If I do anything to June or John you'll make sure it backfires on me."
"Don't be melodramatic," Margaret insisted, "it's just not your style. Look, darling, you liked that little scene as much as I did, maybe more. Let's face it, let's drop the rhetoric, let's stop playing games. All I want you to do is be reasonable. Nothing's going to change, except for the better."

Jim did not answer for several minutes. He seemed to close in on himself, mulling the new information over and over in his now sobered mind. He looked at Margaret between narrowed eyes, admiring the woman despite himself. She was right, of course, had already won their battle. There was no way he could expel the children after having fucked June Goodwin.

At last he smiled appealingly at Margaret and then moved closer to the naked woman, inhaling the fragrance of her recently aroused body. Yes, now that he had fucked June, there was no reason on earth not to continue, but it was still difficult to accept the idea of Margaret making it with young John Stephan.

"You just have to get used to it," Margaret stated, as if reading his mind. "I don't even understand it all myself. All I know is that I've given up struggling against myself, that I'm happier now than I've been in my whole life before."

And Margaret did look happy, with her broad inviting smile, with her skin glowing like that of an adolescent girl, with her eyes bright and mischievous. Jim put his right arm around Margaret's shoulder and drew the woman close. Crazy as it seemed, he was aroused again, wanted to fuck Margaret then and there.