Free The Merry Month of May by James Jones Page A

don’t know why it is. But pornography just is considered fair game. By everybody. An honest man that you could leave all sorts of money lying around in front of, and just let him loose around your pornography!” Harry said.
    Then he was suddenly sitting in the black chair talking again, without having walked there or sat down in it—just as if some film cutter in a studio working in front of a Moviola had expertly clipped that unnecessary footage out of the scene. Harry was talking about his Fantasy again.
    “And that’s it. That’s what it is: Me and two women in the same bed together, as you may have surmised by now.”
    Surmised? I peered at him owlishly. I was incapable of surmising anything. Harry was leaning forward pouring again, first his glass, then mine. This was clearly not the same bottle. Feebly I tried to stop him at my glass, and failed.
    “Me and two women, doing everything to each other, to the other two, and all of us watching it all with great relish and the greatest of pleasure.
    “Are you listening to me?
    “I remember the first time—First?—the only time I ever had it. One spring day I drove through the pass and over into the Burbank area. It was flat, for miles before you got to the actual city. There used to be lots of massage parlors over there, back then, where you could get laid for anything from ten dollars up to fifty dollars, depending upon what exactly you wanted. I was a pretty big shot then, and not married. I picked out this slender young girl with nice boobs, one of the three who worked there. Slim young thing. She had sneaky eyes and she looked me over closely, a real scrutiny, and then asked me privately if I’d like for her to bring her friend with us too. I was hot instantaneously. Well, we did just about everything three people can do together, I guess. I’ve never had another scene like it.
    “I went back there later, and saw my girl again, but her friend had left. I asked her about our scene, and she said sure, and she got another girl. But it wasn’t the same. The two of them were just putting on an act for me, the second time. I suppose my girl didn’t want this other strange girl to find out she really liked it. I learned one thing. The women have to like it, or it’s no good.
    “I’ve known women since then that I thought might like that kind of action. Some of them, when I was making it with them, I was sure had been making it with other girls. But I could never quite get my nerve up enough to ask them. And none of them ever asked me.
    “So that’s the one time I ever really had it. Maybe that’s why it haunts me.
    “I tell you, Jack, there’s nothing like lying there watching two women go down on each other while one of them is gently jacking your cock. Or one of them sucking the other, while you’re fucking the one.
    “But I think it takes a special kind of woman. She has to like men too.
    “Oh, I know it’s just a fantasy. For a man in my position now, married, and with a wife and all, and a family. It’s like one of those fantasies you have about taking your wife to one of those undressing orgy places, like Olga’s, where you take off all your clothes before you even go into the bar. You imagine it, but you would never do it. It would hurt too much. If it was your wife. You can’t do those things with a woman you really love,
    “Oh, I know all about fantasy. Enough to know that when you try to put them into reality, you’re liable to cause mayhem. Or murder . . . —or else they’ll just be ridiculous.”
    He moved then, and stretched his muscles stiffened by sitting immobile too tensely too long, and I realized in my befogged, dimly apprehending way, suddenly, that he had not moved at all in a long time.
    “I don’t know what got me onto all of this. —? Oh, yes. See, I know it’s only a Fantasy. But it haunts me. Haunts me like some haunting melody. Maybe because I only had it that one time. But why should it affect me so? Well, see, I