Author's note - "Veni, Vidi, Vici" verses "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck". What you see here is two short stories -- 3 words each. The first story - "Germany Laid Bare" - appeals to the mind, the second - "Caesar Crosses the Tigress" - appeals to the gut. I had thought to write a character driven sex tale that appeals to the thinking reader. Well it didn't fly, so I will publish these last two scenes of Act 01 and set the half written Act 02 action scenes aside. Me, I will go back to my science fiction novel that I temporarily set aside when the idea of Hope and Joy came to me. Good luck to all of you.
Please note -- All the actors in this play are of consensual age and are consenting participants.
== A Meeting of Minds ==
RECAP: In Scene 1 we met Jessie, an older man, and Hope, a young pixie, and learn of their mutual want of sex. Scene 2 introduced Joy who turns out to be brasher and bolder than her friend Hope and is also a bit manipulative. Scene 3 returns us to Jessie's house where a deal is struck and the decision made to have sex.
For thirty odd years Jessie had watched girl-women much like these two pass through his life, all the while holding tight to the academic en loco parentis creed. For thirty odd years he had stayed true to himself, to his wife and to his job. Standing here now with temptation at his fingertips he asked himself, could he really set those thirty years aside as easily as the university set him aside. Damn straight, he answered. He deserved a break.
Hope stared sullenly at the floor. She was embarrassed for both herself and her friend. Good girls don't show up in slinky party dresses begging for sex. Where's the love and romance in that? The hell of it was she wanted this to happen. With his statement of eternal love she wanted it all the more. 'You're a stupid girl and a hopeless romantic,' she chided herself. 'Stupider yet because you knew all along you were going to spread your legs.'
Across the room Joy smiled thinly at the quiet drama playing out between Hope and Jessie. She had brashly brought them to the edge and knew any more words from her would most likely queer the deal. The air was electric with sexual excitement, both hers and theirs, for in truth there was a good ten seconds when Joy considering claiming Jessie for herself. Bright guys were hard to find and she was weary of hiding her mind behind this bimbo act. Okay so he wasn't Hollywood handsome, nor a B-Ball hall of famer, but there was this an inner strength in him she found appealing. It was the kind of strength she'd seen in her mother's boyfriends. You had to be strong to deal with mom. Leaning back against the wall Joy tried willing one of the two to act.
Reaching out Jessie laid a soft hand on Hope's shoulder, but was taken aback by the tear running down her cheek. "It's okay, sweetie," he said softly, "we don't have to do this."
A soft moan escaped Hope's lips, "But I want to," she sniffled. "I want you to make love to me, and me to you, but it's just ..." The tears had seeped into her words. "I never did this before and I am afraid I will mess things up."
'Damn,' Jessie cursed. He really hadn't thought this through. Both Huong and Esther, his two lost loves, had known their way around the bedroom. If anything they showed him the hows and whys of making love. 'You can do this,' he told himself. 'If you can teach Bio 202 to a pack of giggling nurses, you can certainly teach this girl about sex.'
