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Chapter 2

My name is Cherie, which in French means 'dear' or 'beloved', and if you use it as a noun it means, 'darling', which of course, is what I am. My mother called me this right after birth, had it translated into French, and liking the French sound, named me.

I am usually quite content and even happy, despite all that's happened to me in the theatre, which is putting it mildly to say the least.

But, back to my going with Richard to his home on a nearby street after meeting him at Emilio's.

Well, right outside of Emilio's terrace, Richard was in the process of telling me where he lived – in this flat; two medium-sized kitchens, one you could eat in. There were several grilled windows all looking out on pure brick. In the back, off his parlor, was Cat Alley where loads of cats used to crawl and roam, crying out for food and howling at night.

Cat Alley fronts on the back of many tenements. I've seen men doing repair work every day from the telephone company and Con ed, men washing down the bricks of nearby buildings for waterproofing, and there's a lone woman who feeds the cats at two or three in the morning.

During the summer Cat Alley smells of unadulterated cat piss and this is so strong, tenants must keep the windows closed. But there's one window I'll tell about where a newly married couple moved in and when we were there, and when Richard and I had nothing better to do, we'd get naked in our bed and watch what this couple did to each other. Oh, this was simply grand. We nicknamed them Sally and Ray.

On the way up Minetta Street, Richard was holding my hand, and I was walking along beside him. Surprisingly, he was much taller than I was.

I was marching along, looking up at his face, feeling the strength in his body. Let me tell you, when you're actually doing what I as doing, and you feel this terrible thing beating in your heart, it's fantastic. If you've never fallen in love in your whole life, you've no idea what this means.

I felt as if I were in some ultra kind of heaven. And, of course, all this time, I was wondering what he was going to do to me. I was imagining everything.

Maybe he was going to fuck me the minute we got home, maybe on the sidewalk.

About halfway up this lonely street there's and L-type intersection. This is where Minetta Lane connects with Minetta Street. Both streets are less than a city block long and people seldom hang out there. If they're walking here, they pass you by and seldom stand around.

In the winter there is hardly a soul on either the street or the sidewalk, and this day of which I speak, there were no people at all.

Right around the corner of the two little streets, Richard grabs hold of me.

"You want to know something. I really like you."

"Me, too," said I. "Thank you," I said, but I was holding back. If this man really knew how much I'd been thinking of him in the last half hour, he would have captured me right then and there, threw me down on the sidewalk, taken down my jeans, pushed up my cashmere sweater, took my breasts into his mouth, stuck his penis between my legs and fucked the living hell out of me.

Suddenly, Richard did take me into his arms and held my face up to his lips. He brushed his body up against mine, then kissed me full on the mouth.

I felt his lips press against mine, his tongue searing my lips, and my soul must have gotten up to dance, because almost immediately I felt myself wiggling back.

Here I was, thrusting out my breasts, my lower body including my thighs and rubbing my hot pussy all over his groin. I could feel his cock poking back. I could feel it rubbing up against my belly.

I adored feeling his poker on my belly and once when he lowered it, backing up a little, I felt it going between my legs and right into my crotch. Again and again I did this, and soon his cock was actually penetrating between my thighs.

All this time his lips were caressing mine, but somehow we didn't have the courage to stick our tongues in the other's mouth. Later, we agreed that we were both craving to do so.

Probably our first kissing was more like a father kissing his happy daughter, or a happy daughter, like me, kissing her father.

His hands were all over me. I felt them holding my buttocks, pressing into him. Then I felt his shoe rubbing my ankle and this was when I felt the edge of his tongue. It sank into my mouth, and nothing ever tasted as sweet.

I stuck my tongue back into his mouth and he was chewing on it; and I loved this. I truly loved this. Ronald McKay never did this. In fact, I could not remember any man doing this to me in the years since I'd been kissing.

Of course, my hands were over his neck, feeling his collar, caressing his shoulders, and then I had to push him away until I loosened his tie.

We were smiling at each other. These were great smiles.

"Come with me," he said quickly.

"Where?" I wanted to know.

Richard smiled. "Does it matter…?"

"You know it doesn't:"

Right off the intersection was a stone wall. And behind this wall was a building and we ran toward it. He opened the iron gate and soon we were inside. We could look out.

"We're safe in here."

"Can't we go home?" I asked him. I wanted to make love, but not in public.

"I want it out in public," he said, as if he were reading my thoughts.

"Okay," I said, and, to and behold, if at the very minute, Richard didn't fall down on his knees and begin to take down my jeans. I could hardly believe this.

Right in public. I could look out from the wall and see everything. Now and then a person was actually passing by, but none of them looked in our direction.

"You do see," he said, "people pass and pass but no one looks." He quoted T.S. Eliot, "People come and go – speaking of Michelangelo," or words to that effect.

I kept looking around. Some one had to see us.

When my jeans were down to my knees and my pussy bush was completely exposed, he was rubbing his nose and lips all over it. He was sniffing around and I could hear his breath being drawn in.

His hands were all over my bottom and then they were gripping my thighs.

"I love your scent. It smells so good, so nice," he said, smiling up at me, licking his lips. Ronald McKay never told me a thing like that.

And the next thing I know, Richard was using his tongue and I'm looking down at him. He's touching my bare pussy with the tip of his fingers, licking with his tongue along the sides of my bush, licking down around the outline of my pubic hairs, across the top to around the opening of my ripe pussy.

Soon I feel him parting the tender lips of my pussy and then I see him touching it with his nose. I feel his nose inside of me, and he's rubbing it up and down. I hear the juicy noises. Yes, I can hear the noise and see the milky fluid from my pussy beginning to wet his mouth.

I begin to grind my pussy in his face. His nose is suddenly on my clitoris, as if his nose were searching for it, there I am, a girl with her jeans down and no panties on, bush showing, and with the clitoris exposed, the fleshy cunt lips dripping.

Richard was really sniffing now, getting up really close as if to suck my burning clitoris.

In a word, this was driving my absolutely crazy.

The next thing I knew, he was turning me around. Now I'm facing the wall. I feel his hands on my buttocks. And I am thinking, this is such a strange place to do this, but then, I've never been made love to outside, behind a wall.

I feel his hands wandering over my buttocks. They are parting the cheeks, opening and closing them. I wonder if I have any pimples on my buttocks.

Then I feel his face between the cheeks. I hope he likes it.

Richard's got his eyes closed and he's rubbing his whole face willy nilly between my bottom cheeks. I feel my ass cheeks begin to quiver, because my cunt is waiting for his tongue. I feel that sudden ecstasy, a longing for a tongue I've never felt before. My cunt is feverish, suddenly arching, and I want to say right her, that if anyone had told me I was oral erotic before this, I would have told them it wasn't true.

Then I felt his tongue slide between my buttocks, this time reaching for my cunt. I know he's on the right track. Then I felt him parting my asscheeks once again, and so wide, I can feel the afternoon breeze attacking my hole.

All of a sudden, I feel his tongue slip into my pussy from behind! 'Oh golly', I scream to myself. 'Oh God!'

He mumbles. "You like this…?"

"Oh yes, I do. I do." I keep telling him, the words slipping from my lips.

"Tell me to do it once again," he's saying. "tell me you really love it."

"Oh yes, suck my twat, suck my lovehole. Keep your tongue in it. I love it. Oh, I love the way you're doing it. Never stop tonguing my cunt."

By now I'm bending over more and more, and at the same time, I'm spreading my thighs wide apart. I'm still with my back to him. My beloved cunt is open wide and the air is in my behind, and I can feel cool air rushing to it, striking it, between the caresses of his tongue.

Then I feel it getting all wet. All wet, soaking wet! This means Richard has stuck his tongue inside and has licked it.

Let me tell you, this was the first time ever in my whole life I had my whole cunt kissed and licked and sucked by anyone, man or woman… in public!

Then the next thing I know, he's standing up next to me. I'm so anxious to kiss him, to see if there's any smell from my crack, but then I know there isn't. I sniff around his lips and smell nothing. I lick his lips with my tongue and then take his tongue into my mouth and I suck on it.

Then he pushes me back.

"Madame," he begins, and this is the first time I hear his elegant accent, "let's go to my home and I'll introduce you to my gold fish."

He says this with a bright smile, helps me pull my jeans up, helps me with my belt, then he cuddles my breasts with both hands and blows me a cute little kiss.

"You'll do," he says, and I see a tiny grimace on his lips and that bright smile in his eyes.