Free The Gentle Degenerates by Marco Vassi Page A

Regina said, “Would you like to have some coffee?” Kathy looked at her and the two women sized each other up quickly and fully. It was one of the most open untainted glances I had ever seen and for an instant I felt the full power of womanhood when it is not masked behind the social roles of servility and ineptitude that seems to be the woman’s mask in our civilization. Regina spoke. “I don’t mind sharing him,” she said. Kathy smiled at her. “There’s also us,” she said.
    Regina had never made it with a woman and this frank confrontation brought a blush of confusion to her cheeks. We hadn’t been here threee minutes and already the tension skewed the energy fields among us like the Ames perception rooms in psychology labs, where all the usual cues are changed, and size and distance play strange tricks with one another. Kathy moved right in and went for the coffee pot. “I’ll help you make coffee,” she said.
    Suddenly I realized I had to leave the room. I was relatively straight with each of them, but they needed to get it on with each other, and I went into the living room to put some music on and remove my presence from their encounter with one another. It was quite comfortable; I found Casals playing Bach’s suite for unaccompanied cello, and I took off my clothes and began dancing in the empty space. The house had a feeling of great calm: Danny, the little boy, asleep in the back, and two women bustling in the kitchen. Despite the supposed sexual irregularity being proposed, it just seemed like a quiet evening at home.
    They came in with the coffee, and when they saw me naked, exchanged knowing glances and laughed. For the first time, I began to feel uncomfortable. I had unconsciously assumed that this would be an analogue to a harem scene, and that I would move my wives around at will, but I flashed that they had come very quickly to some sort of deep understanding which left me outside of that particular bond. Feeling not a little foolish, I suspected they were doing a little-boy ploy with me, and I extricated myself from the mood at once.
    I sat down for coffee and Regina went for some grass; Kathy began prowling the apartment, like a cat who needs to sniff a new place all over before getting comfortable in it. I was looking for us to coalesce, but I decided not to try to force anything. Regina came back and we rolled joints and smoked a little in silence, and after a while a kind of relaxation settled over us. “Are we here for the night?” I asked. The women looked at each other and then back at me. “At least for the night,” said Kathy.
    In a flash, I saw their clothes fall off as they sat there, and I realized that in a short time I would probably be having both of them. As it turned out, that was a naive formulation, but for the moment I allowed myself to indulge in all the pretty pictures of what would happen. I would have them kneel at the edge of the bed, asses high, and stand behind them, putting my cock first in one cunt and then the other, switching quickly, to see if I could feel the tactile difference, the inequalities in heat and moisture. And when they embraced, Kathy’s slightly pendulous breasts would cover and enfold Regina’s smaller tits and they would grow wild as their nipples rubbed together. I had never been with two women who would make it with each other as well as me, and I was congratulating myself on solving the problem of the eternal triangle. There was, it seemed, nothing easier, and I wondered why somebody hadn’t thought of it before.
    I got up and went into the bedroom, and with great care smoothed out the sheets and covered the whole thing with a white fur rug that was lying on the floor, and then lay down in the center of it, pasha-like, waiting for the harem to file in. Which, in a few minutes, they did. Kathy looked at me and her upper lip curled. “Well, you’ve done it again,” she said.
    They came around to either side of the bed and then slowly