Noodle Boy Plays Chess

By Raymond Duane

Music started, and out came the human chess pieces, who arranged themselves on the big, padded squares as Ruth and Ashley settled into their chairs.
Tremendous physical energy came in with the pieces, each one an intimidating presence, even more so in unisex-style uniforms of tank tops baring their taut stomachs and sport briefs tightly clinging to their crotches and showcasing powerful thighs.
The chess games featured in this story are historical games played by such luminaries as Napoleon, Humphrey Bogart, Bobby Fisher, and other chess notables. Don't be confused by the novice game.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Raymond Duane
• Release date: May 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005557621

Raymond Duane

Born in antiquity, I was raised with Robert Louis Stevenson, Walter Scott and Mark Twain. I'd spend Friday nights with my grandmother and she would read to me. With sound effects and excitement.All I've ever wanted to be is a writer and dreamed of being Ernest Hemingway. (I got the drinking part right.)I worked for the college paper; was founding editor of a weekly newspaper; and I did a lot of magazine work, including for adult entertainment.That experience formed the basis of Noodle Boy in Porn Valley, which is very blue and very "adults only."My fantasy books are for Jill, my wife, who loves dragon stories with strange creatures and magick. Sword and sorcery, with a blend of mystical philosophy about life and love. She and I wrote a dragon story titled Fort Jafra and we're working on a follow-up.She and I published Unfinished Faces, a book of my poetry and her art. I also have written a few cookbooks. My characters like to eat.These days, I'm in rural Central Valley, with Jill, three dogs and five kittens I found in a discarded box in the walnut grove.

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Noodle Boy

Plays Chess

Raymond Duane

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Noodle Boy Plays Chess

The chess games featured in this story are historical games played by such luminaries as Napoleon, Humphrey Bogart, Bobby Fisher, and other chess notables. Don't be confused by the novice game.

Ruth Raymond at first avoided …

The chess piece lay discarded …

Lana was behind the wheel …

Inside Clown Town, the dancers …

The beaches in Southern California …

One aspect of chess the …

The Hospital was at one …

Ruth and Lana met a …

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Ruth Raymond at first avoided the main topic, but she finished a long, meandering exposition right on point: Ten years of loving, married sex, but not one single orgasm … for me.

She didn't have to add that last part. Lana Hayward knew what she meant. Ruth answered an obvious question.

He never suspected. I'm in PR. I can fake sincerity. I'm very good at it. Ruth didn't like the way that came out. It's not that, I do truly enjoy sex with him. It just isn't … little ones, I think. I've heard women talk about mini-climaxes, without the big finish.

You get that by yourself, the big finish?

Yes, Ruth looked like she wished she hadn't. Her face got tight and she turned it aside.

Everyone masturbates.

But no one talks about it.

Unless they must.

Must we?

The difficulty people have accepting sexual desires that fall out of the mainstream fascinated Lana. That people also have trouble talking about simple, routine things brought worry to her rather than intrigue.

A repressed society shames people over natural impulses. She concerned herself with that, and in her way, she helped ease the tension one person at a time.

No one should ever feel embarrassed or ashamed about safe, consensual sex, any part of it, with quiet emotion.

You haven't heard anything yet.

Lana smiled.

Ruth sat tight lipped, and then it poured out.

I use a vibrator and a dildo. God, I hate that word. Dildo. Sounds stupid. She bit her lower lip as she pondered what they were talking about and what she was revealing.

Lana wrote notes in a leather-bound notebook, things like the couple have no children but keep thinking they will, how Ruth might be smoking too much pot (the marijuana enhanced her toy time, but Ashley didn't approve), and that Ruth preferred g-string panties (of which Ashley approved). Lana later let me read her observations and evaluations, and I told her the usual about Ashley, that he didn't talk much. Most husbands didn't.

When did you first masturbate? Have you always used toys?

I discovered toys my freshman year in college, but I've always been … someone who does it for herself. I really do enjoy a dil … the toys, but I've never done it with Ashley, or any man. Oh, hell, there's only ever been him.

Would Ashley like you doing the toys with him? Lana spoke in her soft, smart voice, a lot of comfort in the almost whispered words.

I suppose he would. I've thought about it.

I'm pretty sure he would like that. Lana could tell that the true point hadn't yet been revealed. So the dildo goes inside and the vibrator works the clit?

Ruth hesitated rocking in her chair. Yes.

How often do you fuck yourself?

Ruth sat stiff, shoulders back, shocked to her Lana say such a thing. Lana smiled and waited for an answer.

Do you have to use such language?

It'll be easier if we do. You're fucking yourself and keeping it from your husband. It's like an affair. You're finding pleasure away from him, not sharing.

That's why you're here? with a sneer. So I can share me fucking myself? She said the word defiantly.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, Lana said.

Ruth laughed. This is silly.

Your sex life isn't. We need to explore that without any shame or embarrassment.

I'm not embarrassed.

Yes, you are, and you're feeling shame, have for a long time. Lana pressed forward, wanting to break the ice. What do you think about when you masturbate? She doubted she'd get a straight answer, but certain it was Ruth's fantasy life causing the turmoil, not the accessories.

Fuck myself, you mean.

Yes. I don't do the dildo, but I like my vibrator. It has a big head.

Does your husband like you doing it? What's his name?

Lana told her my name and said, Just call him Noodle.

Ruth giggled at the mention of my nickname, which really wasn't a nickname anymore. Most of the people I knew in Los Angeles didn't know my given name. Everyone called me Noodle, even my parents, after they got over the shock of how I got the moniker, and my sister, who absolutely loved teasing me about it.

He had a misadventure on a porn set, Lana said, without offering further explanation.

Ruth let it pass. They were there to talk about her, and as much as it bothered her, she had to do it. After years of talking to no one and doing major damage to a marriage she cherished, it was way beyond time to say it out loud.

When did you tell Ashley about the lack of a big finish?

A while ago, more than a year now. We haven't had sex since.

Together you mean?

Oh, I don't think he's been with other women, if that's what you mean.

But you're with your toys, and you're not missing sex with him, are you?

I miss the touching, the kissing, the physical communication. He's so distant now. Except when we're out socially or at industry events. We're the happiest couple in LA real estate don't you know?

Lana did know the reputation. I gathered the information about the couple for her at the library going through back issues of local newspapers and magazines. Editions of Who's Who. National interviews in professional journals.

When she and Ashley met, Ruth had already made a name for herself in public relations, marketing and promotion, with a lot of expertise in advertising and generating brand awareness. Her reputation was of someone who saw the big picture and was quick to jump on the right emerging trend.

A sought-after consultant, working with several companies, including the movie studios, she was also involved with something called the internet, which few people outside laboratories and government defense departments knew anything about.

Ruth was on top of the technology. She said it was going to change everything about PR and the way business worked. I didn't know about that. I'd only recently heard about computers, which were glorified typewriters, as far as I could tell. Judging from her career success, I figured I should buy stock in something.

With a face like a precious vase at odds with her athletic physique and luxurious black hair coiffed in front of her left eye, Ruth was made to knock down barriers and influence buying decisions. She put her own numbers to the classic 36-24-36 and they added up to infinite sex appeal, with spectacular cleavage.

I knew that, and appreciated it, but Ruth was sitting with Lana, so I also knew who was the best looking woman in the room. My wife has the best body for me, made for pushing, gorgeous auburn hair – I love her hair – and a secret something that drives me crazy. No other woman has that.

The two women sat on a comfy leather couch in Ruth's study, her version of Ashley's library, with the books and working desk, but more paintings, photographs and sculptures instead of antique weapons.

Ruth's chess set sat different from her husband's and didn't fit the furnishings. It was an old square card table, with two folding chairs, a simple, wooden black-and-white board and pieces in the traditional manner, the king with the high crown, the rooks like castles, the knights proud horses, the bishops sharp and angular, the pawns with round tops, and demur