I detest hookers, but something kept me from snarling at her and driving her away. As a whore, she didn't quite ring true. Her perfume was a delicate, tantalizing fragrance rather than the cheap, strong scent street walkers use to mask their sweat, and her makeup was that used by a beautiful woman to compliment and enhance her natural beauty rather than the thick, gaudy smear whores use to conceal their pimples. I could also detect a tiny hint of nervousness and hesitancy in her smile, and her eyes didn't meet mine as she held the filter tip between her red, full lips with two fingers.
"Sure," I said, taking the folder of matches from my shirt pocket.
A whore would have held my hand to steady the match, but she didn't touch me and her fingers trembled fractionally, shaking the cigarette as she bent her head and dipped the tip toward the match. She blew out the match with the first drag of smoke and smiled again, still not looking into my eyes. "Thanks," she breathed in a husky, contralto voice.
"What'll it be?" the bartender asked briskly, snatching up the ashtray and dumping out the burnt match, then rattling it back into place and looking at the girl.
I relaxed to let it play itself out; I had spent my last fifty cents for the beer I was dawdling over, and she would split as soon as I let her spring for her own drink. But I was wrong. "I'll have a champagne cocktail," she said, picking up her clutch purse. She opened it, took out a five, and put it on the bar.
"How about you, mister?"
"I'm OK."
He grunted, gave me a sour look and flipped his bar towel over his shoulder as he turned away.
"Do you come here often?" she asked, tilting her head back to blow a stream of smoke toward the ceiling.
I looked at her, at the smooth, downy skin on her throat and at the stunningly attractive features which I instinctively knew would be even more beautiful in the glaring light of day, I could see some of the other men on down the bar casting glances at us. "First time."
"It is for me, too. I'm usually at Howard's or Christy's over on Gimbal Street."
It was what a whore would have said, naming her hangouts for openers so the potential customer would have no confusion in deciding whether she was a good-time girl or in the business, but it still didn't jibe with her appearance and my instincts. I nodded, and we both lapsed into momentary silence as we looked at the bartender fixing her drink. My daydreams of beautiful women lusting to become slaves of my body had disappeared with adolescence, boyish fantasies and masturbation, so I had no illusions that she had been irresistibly drawn to me from afar. She was also not a whore, regardless of what she might have said, and beautiful women didn't comb bars for companionship because they didn't have to. That exhausted all the reasons why she might be there and I couldn't think of any other rational explanation. Then I suddenly remembered a conversation I'd overheard between a couple of men in a barbershop earlier in the day. One of them had told of being lured into a mugging by an attractive brunette, and he'd seemed somewhat more rueful about his failure to fuck her than he had over the bandage on his temple or the loss of all of his money.
The bartender set her glass down and whisked up the bill. She picked up the glass and smiled at me over the rim of it as she took a sip, then she set it back down as the bartender dumped some crumpled bills and a few coins on the bar in front of her. He picked up my beer bottle and shook it, turning the couple of inches of liquid into foam. "Through with this?"
"No. I'm just going to sit here and wait until it turns back into beer, then I'm going to drink it."
He slammed the bottle back down and angrily turned away, and she laughed softly. "You don't like to be pushed around, do you?"
I shrugged. "No one does."
"But you do something about it." She took another sip of her drink and looked up at me as she set the glass back down. "Why do you keep your hair so short? Do they make you do that where you work?"
I opened my mouth to tell her that my concept of manhood didn't include hair dryers and hair spray, then it all suddenly became crystal clear. In a country where it has become fashionable to look like a mix between a queer and a tramp, a neat haircut and clean clothes meant to her a front to keep a job in a conservative and hence well-paying position. The man who had been talking in the barbershop had had short hair and had been financially stable enough to laugh off the loss of his money, and it all added up. She was a shill rather than a hooker, and she was trying to lure me into a setup because she thought I had money. "Everyone has to play the role, I guess," I said.
She smiled understandingly and her soft fingers brushed the back of my hand in a quick pat. "It takes more of a man to face facts than it does to fight something he can't win. Are you married?"
"No."
"Not that it makes any difference to me," she said, and both her nonchalant tone and whimsical shrug fell flat because of her nervousness.
I let my hand drop on her thigh, and every muscle in her body tensed in her effort to keep from twisting away from my hand. The liquid in her glass trembled, catching tiny glints of the diffused light in the bar as she picked it up and took another sip, and she bit her upper lip between her teeth as she set the glass back down and swallowed nervously. "You're in the business, then?"
"Of course. What did you think?" Again her voice shook, and the cigarette trembled as she put it between her lips for a quick puff.
I felt a dull, gnawing anger burning within me because she had singled me out as the dodo for her game, but I was also intrigued. I had spent most of the past two days in a bus and it had been too long since I had unloaded, and the woman was breathtakingly beautiful. The situation became more and more challenging as a tingle of desire for her raced through me; if I beat her and the man or men in the game with her, the prize would be her soft, warm body. I squeezed her thigh, feeling it, and glanced down at her curved body. Unless appearances were deceiving, the prize would be more than worth the risk and the effort involved. My eyes moved over her tapered thighs as I felt her warm, resilient flesh with my hand again and fantasized how her legs would feel around my waist, and an answering throb of lust surged through me, spreading up from my balls like a warm ripple.
She cleared her throat and gave a small, quick laugh. "Well, are you going to play around all night or are you going to make an offer?"
I shrugged. "You might not be onto my game, honey?"
"What's yours?"
"French."
"All right," she said, nodding. "I'll spring ten for it."
She wordlessly nodded, which cinched it. Ten dollars was the going price for a quickie from the hotel flies in this place during the tourist season, and even they wouldn't go that without a few minutes of haggling.
"Finish your drink and we'll go to my place."
She shook her head firmly. "Mine is closer."
"How do you know it is? You don't know where I live."
It stumped her and confused her for an instant, then she got a grip on her nervousness. "I have a room in a hotel just down the street, is what I meant, and you couldn't live any closer than that."
"Well, there's no point in making a big deal out if it, honey, and going to a lot of trouble by running all over the place. We can go out to the alley behind this place to do it."
She shook her head stubbornly. "No, I want to go to my room at the hotel."
"Christ, why the big deal-"
"Don't be so loud," she said, motioning with her chin toward the other people along the bar, "they'll hear us." She took another sip of her drink and a puff on her cigarette, thinking rapidly, then she cleared her throat nervously again and tried to smile brazenly. "I can make it better for you in my room. Besides, I don't want to take a chance on being caught by the police. I'm helping my husband, and I don't want him to find out what I'm doing to get the money."
I kept toying with her for almost half an hour while the bartender frowned pointedly at the beer I was nursing along and she gradually became more impatient with me. The fact that I didn't even have a place didn't matter as she stubbornly insisted that we go to her place. Her experience and vocabulary didn't encompass the whispered promises whores use to titillate and inflame their customers, but the anticipation of fighting for her body, then claiming the prize, made the blood pound in my head with a giddying force as I played with her, and I finally nodded and slid down from the stool to go with her before she became irritated enough to give up and leave without me.
Her expensive clothes went with the sleazy hotel like a mink coat in the welfare line, and the room had obviously been rented for a one night stand so the police wouldn't catch them at their game. I had wondered if the punch line would be the outraged husband storming into the room and catching us in bed or if it would be the blunt, direct sap on the back of the head as I went into the room. I had more or less hoped it would be the former, because I was anxious to explore the tantalizing, rounded curves of her body. However, I suspected that it would be the latter, because it was a sure bet that a select few, carefully chosen, men had ever viewed, much less sampled, the delights of her graceful, delicately rounded body. When we stopped in front of the door and she handed me the key with a nervous attempt at a smile, I knew that there was a man waiting for me just inside the door.
Two
I forced all thoughts of the woman from my mind and concentrated on what I had to do as I took the key. There was a heady, exhilarating anticipation racing through me as I turned toward the door, and I clamped a firm control on myself to keep my awareness and reactions to a peak without letting myself be tempted into rashness or a deadly blood lust. I deliberately turned the key the wrong way and fumbled with it, and she stepped forward with an impatient sigh to guide my hand. I looked toward her with a fatuous smile as I turned the key, and when she responded in order to maintain her role I slid the tumbler back before she knew the door was unlocked. I reached for the door knob with my right hand as I rattled the key in the lock again, still smiling at her, then I pushed the door open with my right hand as I quickly put my left hand behind her back and shoved her into the room.
She stumbled, almost falling, then she did fall to the floor as the man's arm descended. He recognized her too late to stop the blow, but he did turn the sap to one side and only hit her across the shoulders with his forearm. He was fast and strong, but he was confused by the situation and I had the initiative. I raked the light switch with my left hand as I launched the stiffened fingers of my right hand at his solar plexus, then I swiveled and hit him in an outside chop to the neck with the edge of my left hand. He bounced back up, but the agony of the knotted muscles in his stomach slowed him enough so that I easily dodged the sap as I brought my toe up into his groin. It doubled him over, and I floored him with a roundhouse chop on the back of his neck. He groaned as he collapsed into a limp, unconscious heap.
The girl struggled out from under his inert body and looked at me with wide, scared eyes as I closed the door and leaned against it. She glanced from me to him as she backed away, her face pale under her makeup. "What did you do to him?" she stammered. "Have you killed him?"
"He's not hurt, honey. He'll have a sore neck and stomach tomorrow, but in a couple of days everything will have healed except his pride."
She cleared her throat and tried to collect her composure. "He's my husband, you know. He must have found out what I was doing and followed me here-"
"And how would he get into the room? Why would he hide here and wait for you rather than look for you in the bars? Let's cut out the shit, honey. I'm not an uptown tourist and you can't feed me any line of shit. He might be your husband, all right, but he knew what you were doing and he knew what to expect. It's the mug game, pure and simple."
She blinked, thinking rapidly, then shook her head. "I don't know what you're talking about. We've been short of money because he's been out of work, and I've been picking up a few extra dollars by-"
"I said cut out the shit, cunt," I snarled, irritation lancing through me-like a knife as reaction from the brief, violent encounter with the man set in. "You might think you invented the mug game, but cunts like you have been using their pussies as bait for centuries." I turned to lock the door and slide the night latch into place, then I looked back at her. "You either drop the role and level with me, or I'm going to start smacking the shit out of you."
Her lips thinned and her eyes were large in her face as she suddenly became even more pale with fright. "All right," she said in a shaking whisper. "What do you want?"
"How long have you been in this game with him?"
"About two weeks. I met him a month ago in San Antonio. He said he was a real estate dealer. After we got married he made me start bringing men to a motel room where he would be waiting. He was afraid the police would catch us if we stayed in one place too long, so we came here three days ago."
I nodded and leaned over the man, patting his pockets. The roll was in his front pocket, and it looked as though it was close to a thousand dollars. I shoved it into my pocket, pleased with the added bonus, then stripped off his belt and began tying his hands behind his back. "Are you going to take all of our money?" she asked.
I nodded, pulling the belt tight and knotting it. "If you can call it yours-I'd say it belonged to the shitheaded, horny cocksuckers who followed you to him." He didn't have on a tie, but there were laces in his shoes and I quickly stripped them out to tie his feet together. "What did you do with the bums he sapped tonight?"
"He took them down the fire escape and into the alley on the next street."
"How long ago?" I asked, jerking his feet to bend his legs so I could tie his hands and feet together.
"The first one was about an hour and a half ago, and the other one was about an hour ago."
I grunted. It would be hours before they recovered enough to go to the police, if they ever did go to file a complaint-most men who were mugged didn't, because it would ruin the holdup story they told their wives. I finished tieing the man and stood up, dusting my knees and looking at her.
"What are you going to do now?" she asked warily.
"What I came here for." I nodded toward the bed. "Strip and let's get at it."
Her eyes widened again as she opened her mouth and gasped. "I'm not going to do that," she exclaimed, horrified. She nodded toward the man. "He's my husband, and I'm not going to bed with the man who beat him up while he's lying there on the floor. Besides, I can't make love with just anyone-"
"You goddamned well are," I said, walking toward her. "It doesn't make any difference to me if I just fuck you, or if I beat the shit out of you, tear your clothes off you, and then fuck you."
She jumped back, her face ashen and her limbs trembling. "I'll scream," she said in a warning voice. "I'll shout and scream, and I'll throw things through the window if you touch me-"
"And then the police'll come, and I'll tell them what happened."
"There's two of us and one of you, and they'll believe us-"
"Right up until I get the bartender to tell them about your picking me up, and until they check the alley in the next street and find the two men."
Her resistance sagged as I talked, and she looked at me beseechingly with tears in her eyes. "Please don't do it," she begged. "Go ahead and take our money, but don't make me do that."
"I'm not going to change my mind, honey," I said, bending over to check the bonds on the man again. "I came up here to fuck you, and that's what I'm going to do. You see, what you don't realize is that I knew what the game was all the time. I wouldn't fuck a whore any more than you'd fuck a guy you met at random walking down the street. I knew you weren't a whore when you dropped the pass on me, and I knew what I'd have to do before I fucked you." I straightened back up and smiled at her. "See, honey? You didn't know what we were coming here to do, but I knew it all the time. Now let's take our clothes off and get to it while we're still friends, because it'll be better for both of us that way."
She worried her full, red lower lip between her teeth and glanced at the man. "He might wake up."
"That's the chance you take."
"Could we go somewhere else to do it?"
I shook my head. "No."
"Please-let's just get another room in this place. I have some money in my purse, and I'll pay for it. I'll make it good for you if you do-"
"I said 'no,' and you're going to make it good anyway."
"Please," she whispered entreatingly. "Just do that for me and I'll do anything you want me to. I'll make it good for you-truly I will. I'll take it in my mouth for you or anything if you'll--"
"You're going to do anything I want anyway, and I'm tired of arguing. He might not wake up before we're done if we start now, and maybe you can bullshit him into thinking I just took your dust and split with it. But if he does wake up, then I really don't give a fuck-that's between you and him, and that's part of the penalty you pay for losing the game."
She looked down at the floor with tears in her eyes and her lips trembling as she kept herself from breaking into sobs. Her full, jutting breasts heaved slightly as she took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh, and she looked at me with a pleading expression. "You won't change your mind?"
"No."
She nodded slightly as she turned toward the battered old chest of drawers and began taking her jewelry off. "Turn the light off, then, please," she said, dropping her earrings on the chest.
"Not on your life-I want to keep my eye on the guy, and I like to see what I'm fucking."
There was a deep, resentful pain in her eyes as she looked toward me. "You don't give in on anything, do you?"
"I'm letting you off easy, honey. I could beat the shit out of you and fuck up your face so that another man would never look at you, or I could just kill both of you. You'd better be glad that I just feel like balling, because if I was in a pissed off mood I'd give you reason to remember this night for the rest of your life."
Irritation crept into my voice as I spoke, and her fear was plain again in her eyes. She tightened her lips and nodded quickly as she slipped her coat off and draped it over a chair, and a thrill of anticipation made a tingle spread up through me from my balls as I looked at her. She was dressed in a light, filmy blouse and a dark, clinging skirt, and they outlined the curves of her full, lush body. She had an attractive, heart-shaped face with full wide lips and large blue eyes. Her auburn hair was short, and it tumbled about her head in loose, puffy ringlets. The straps on her bra were visible under the thin blouse, and they strained against her from the weight and size of her large jutting breasts. The blouse was tucked into the waistband of her skirt, outlining her tiny waist and the gracefully swelling curve where her hips flared out from her waist. Her buttocks were just large enough to be in perfect proportion to her breasts, and the clinging fabric of her skirt outlined their molded curve as she turned sidewards and began unbuttoning her blouse. The skirt ended just at the point where her firm thighs tapered inward to her knees, and my eyes moved up and down between her pert ass and her beautifully shaped calves.
Her fingers moved slowly down the buttons on her blouse, and as I watched her I felt a growing desire to slide my cock deep into her warm body and feel her long, graceful legs wrapped around my waist. Her reluctance to bare her body to my devouring eyes tantalized me, stimulating my desire for her until the blood was pounding in my head. She occasionally gave me a quick glance, and her face was red and embarrassed as she tugged the bottom of the blouse out of the waistband of her skirt. The movement of her shoulders as she shrugged out of it made the cups of her bra move in a trembling motion, and the tingle of anticipation made the hair on my legs and arms stand up as she turned to drop her blouse on the chair and my eyes moved up the delicate curve of her back to her soft shoulders. Her skin was shimmering white, with the pale texture and almost bleached look of a city dweller who is rarely in the sun, and there were a couple of dark moles on her back which contrasted sharply with the billiant sheen of her skin. She put one hand on the back of the chair to balance herself as she lifted her feet and bent over to unfasten the ankle strap on her shoes, then she kicked them off and stood in her stocking feet as she unfastened the waistband of her skirt. She pushed the tight skirt down and stepped out of it. Then, as she shook the wrinkles out of the skirt and put it on top of her blouse, each line of her body was bared to my gaze. The thin pantyhose, skimpy bikini panties, and clinging bra were all that remained on her, and as she bent over to push the pantyhose down, I looked at the graceful curve of her firmly rounded hips. My desire suddenly swelled to a raging lust within me, and I trembled all over from my torrent of need for her body. I longed to kiss and caress each curve and hollow of her body and to feel the damp warmth of her body enfolding my aching cock. There was a deeply seated need in me to let the hot semen throbbing in my cock gush out into her body.
She walked toward the bed, naked except for her panties and bra, and my eyes moved over the delectable curve of her buttocks as she bent over to pull the covers back. "Take the rest of it off," I said, as she started to slip under the covers.
Her face was crimson with embarrassment as she looked at me, and her voice was strained with anger. "I'll take them off under the covers-I'm not going to strip myself naked in front of you just because you want me to. I'll let you do what you want because I have to, but I'm not going to-"
"You're going to take the rest of your clothes off before you get into bed, or I'm going to jerk you back out and tear them off."
She was on the verge of tears again as she dropped the edge of the bedclothes and walked toward the chair, fumbling with the catch on her bra. It fell loose, and she dropped the bra off with a shrugging motion of her shoulders. Her breasts were full and large, and they jutted almost straight out from her body. I looked at the twin mounds of delight and at the large, dark nipples which tipped them, and they trembled with a resilient movement as she slid the panties down her hips and bent over to slide them off her feet. The small patch of dark, curly hair was visible between her thighs as she turned toward the bed again, and the aching need within me was a growing force which made my breath catch in my throat as she almost ran toward the bed. She slipped under the covers and turned her back toward me as she jerked them over her, and my trembling fingers fumbled with the buttons on my shirt as I began undressing.
I jerked my clothes off and dropped them into a pile on the floor, then I moved toward the bed with my cock standing straight out from me in a throbbing, trembling erection. She involuntarily jerked from fright as the mattress sagged under my weight, then she flinched as the head of my cock touched her smoothly rounded buttocks. A shudder raced through her body as I put my hand on her waist and felt her warm smooth skin with my fingers, and I could feel the trembling revulsion in her body as she lay tense and unyielding. Her skin was silky and soft under my fingers, and I let my hand slide from the firm curve of her waist to her flat stomach as I moved closer to her. She turned her head minutely to glance over her shoulder at me. "Please be gentle," she whispered entreatingly. "Don't hurt me."
"You're going to have to loosen up and let yourself go, or I can't. If you stay all tightened up the way you are now, it'll be like boring a hole in you when I fuck you."
"I'll try," she whispered, nodding with a quick, nervous motion.
"Let's work together on it, and maybe it'll be good for you too," I said, flattening my hand out on her soft stomach and pulling her toward me. "Lie against me and try to relax."
She took a deep breath and forced the tension from her muscles as I pulled her toward me. My cock pressed against the firm, resilient flesh of her rounded buttocks as her back rested lightly against my chest. The warm fragrance of her perfume filled my nostrils, making my desire for her pound with an increased urgency within me as her soft body rested against mine. I gripped myself to control the raging impulse to spring on her and jam my cock deep into her with a single, violent thrust. I moved my hand slowly from side to side on her flat stomach to accustom her to the feel of my hand on her, and I could detect a gradual relaxation spreading through her until her tension diminished to an occasional quiver. I slid my left hand under her and curled my arm around her until my hand was resting lightly on the firm, smooth mound of one of her breasts, and I moved my hand on her stomach in gradually widening circles until my fingers were brushing the edge of the bun of crisp hair between her thighs. She flinched a couple of times when my fingers first touched her pussy, and I felt a movement in her body as she again forced herself to relax. My fingers moved further down her body, concentrating around her pussy, and I dragged them along her thighs to her stomach. There was the slightest quiver of response in her body, and there was a minute movement of her thighs as she involuntarily spread her legs apart. The tips of my fingers kept moving through the triangle of hair as they roamed around on her thighs and stomach, then I began to let them comb through the hair as they touched her soft vulva. There was a suggestion of a sigh and a responsive quiver in her body as her thighs moved slightly again, and I moved my fingers further down on her pussy. My hand on her breast began to massage it with a slight pressure as I moved the tips of my fingers back and forth along her vulva, then I let one finger gently slide through the crack. She flinched and jerked as the tip of my finger brushed her clitoris, and I glanced at her face; her eyes were closed, and her full wide lips were slightly parted as she breathed in and out with a deep, regular rhythm. I moved my fingers around on her pussy again for a moment, then I searched for her clitoris. There was an answering throb in her body when I touched it again, then I slowly stroked the tip of my finger back and forth across it as I squeezed her breast more firmly. Her thighs slowly spread further apart and her hips thrust upward to press her pussy against my hand as the sensation of my finger on her clitoris began to stimulate her.
There was a roaring need within me to spurt my come into her body, but I also felt a desire to have her take it gladly and eagerly into her. I held myself under control and deferred the hungry lust which flowed upward from my balls as I gradually coaxed her toward a need for me, and her breathing gradually became deeper and shorter as my fingers titillated her pussy. Her clitoris became erect and hard under my finger, and I raised myself slightly to let her roll over onto her back. My lips moved over her shoulder and neck as I stretched over her, and I trailed my tongue out in a dancing movement along her soft skin. She shuddered as I moved closer to the swelling mound of her breast with my lips, and there was a faltering, half-hearted movement of her hand toward my head. I moved my lips around the resiliently curved base of her right breast as I kept massaging her other breast with my hand and titillated her pussy with my fingers, and my tongue traced a light path of moisture as I moved in a gradually closing circle toward her nipple. Tremors passed through her body as the tip of my tongue came closer to her nipple, then her body lurched and her hand was suddenly on the back of my head as my tongue passed over her nipple.
I took her nipple gently between my lips as I moved my tongue back and forth across it, and she slowly rolled over onto her back and spread her legs apart. She flexed her knees and drew her feet up as she let her thighs part, and I cupped her pussy firmly in my hand as I felt for the opening with my finger. A small sound escaped her lips as the tip of my finger slid into her pussy, and I let my hand lay flat on her pussy to continue touching her clitoris as I moved my finger into her channel. Her nipple became hard and firm between my lips as I flicked my tongue back and forth across it, and her fingers began to comb through my hair as she arched her back slightly to press her breast toward me. I let her nipple slide further into my mouth as I opened my mouth wider to suck her breast, and there was a responsive throb in her body as she sighed softly. I moved myself further up on my elbow to bend over her, then I let the one breast slide from my mouth and trailed my tongue through the downy valley between her breasts as I searched for the other one. She shifted slightly toward me and pressed her hand on the back of my head as I moved toward her other breast, and there was a distinct deep sigh from her throat as my lips touched her other nipple. I dampened it with my tongue and sucked at it gently for a moment, then I opened my mouth wide and took as much of the rosy-tipped mound as I could into my mouth as I began sucking at it as hard as I could.
Her arm curled around my head and her fingers pulled at my hair as she pressed herself to me, smothering me with the smooth, firm flesh of her jutting orbs, and I slid my arm around her waist to hold her closer to me. I sucked at her breast with a strong pressure of my mouth, pulling her hard, tight nipple far into my mouth, and her body began to surge against mine as my finger slid deep into her pussy. I began moving my finger back and forth, fucking her and titillating her clitoris, and her hips moved with tight, quick movements as she responded to me. I let her breast slide back out of my mouth, and the small, dissatisfied sound which came from her throat changed to a murmur of pleasure as I pushed the bedclothes down with my shoulder and touched her navel with my tongue.
I stiffened my tongue and drove the tip of it into the tiny opening, working it around and spreading her navel open, and tiny quivers raced through her body as she whimpered softly. Fondling and caressing her body had aroused me to the point where I was panting and gasping with my need for her, and my cock was throbbing in a trembling hard erection. I was seized with a desire to mouth her all over and taste her warm body in my mouth, and her whimper changed to a low moan as my lips moved on down to the nest of curly hair between her thighs. I nibbled at the crisp hair as I touched her clitoris with the tip of my finger again, and she suddenly arched her back as she threw her feet up in the air and spread her legs wide apart. Her pussy was completely open for me, and I could feel the trembling urgency in her body as I moved my lips on down toward her vulva. Her breath hissed sharply in through her teeth and every muscle in her body seemed to quiver as I traced the tip of my tongue through her vulva.
She uttered a choked groan as the tip of my tongue passed over her clitoris, and the tiny organ sprang into a hard nub as I touched it. I put my hands on her thighs and held them apart as I dipped my head between her thighs and opened my mouth wide, and the warm, pungent taste of her lush body filled my mouth as I sucked her pussy. I licked her vulva with long, hard strokes of my tongue, and she slowly rolled over onto her side and held her thighs far apart as I pulled them to each side of my head. I pulled my head back and turned it from side to side to flick my tongue along the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, then I dipped my head between her thighs again and searched for the opening of her pussy with the tip of my tongue. Her hands fluttered around my thighs and belly as I titillated her with my tongue, then she began touching and feeling my cock and balls. She whimpered softly as she cupped my balls in one hand and stroked my cock with the other, and she began pressing her wildly tossing head to my thighs as she kissed along them and stroked them with her tongue. I slid the tip of my tongue into her pussy and began moving my head back and forth to fuck her with my tongue, and she pressed her warm lips to the base of my cock. She kissed up and down my cock as her panting breath against it made shivers race up and down my spine, then she took it in both of her hands and began licking it. I drove my tongue deep into her pussy, then I pulled it back out and quickly flicked the tip of it across her clitoris again. She gave a loud moan as she lunged against me, then a fiery sensation raced through me as she opened her mouth wide and took the head of my cock between her red lips.
She pressed the head of my cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth as she thrust her head down on it, and it slowly slid into the hot, damp stricture of her mouth. Every muscle in my body quivered and trembled from the feel of her mouth absorbing my cock, and I exerted a strong effort to pull my consciousness away from the ecstatic feeling so I could continue stimulating her. I cupped her buttocks in my hands and pulled her thighs further around my head as I stiffened my tongue to stroke her clitoris with the tip of it, and her body began undulating against me as I dragged my tongue back and forth across the trembling nub of her sensations. She cupped my balls with one hand and grasped the base of my cock with the other as she began fucking herself in the mouth with long, hard strokes of her head, and I kept the sensation of her mouth on the fringes of my consciousness so she would not bring me to a quick climax as I concentrated on her feelings. I slid my fingers between her buttocks and searched for her anus with my finger, and her body throbbed against me with renewed vigor as the tip of my finger touched her tight ass-hole. I pressed my finger gently against her ass-hole, and the moans she uttered when it slid in were muffled by my cock gorging her mouth. I began sliding my finger in and out of her ass-hole in rhythm with my tongue stroking her clitoris, and her body responded with a surging roll against mine.
She took my cock into her mouth until the head of it was touching the back of her throat with each forward movement, and she exerted a strong sucking pressure in her mouth each time she drew back. She sucked my cock with a regular, steady rhythm until the semen began to swell and grow within my body and my control trembled on the verge of release, then the feelings I was generating within her robbed her of control over her movements. The pace of her mouth stroking my cock faltered a couple of times, then began again as she concentrated her attention on my cock. The pauses became more and more frequent as I forced her sensations toward a peak, then she finally took her mouth from my cock with a deep groan and pressed her lips to my balls as she began undulating against me with a rhythm which shook her entire body.
Her thighs pressed together on each side of my head and her fingernails bit into my hips and thighs as she whipped her pussy toward me with quick movements of her hips, and a rolling wave of motion began passing through her which began at her shoulders and flowed down her to her hips. She gave a small cry and gripped my head harder with her thighs as the waves of motion became concentrated in her stomach, then she was seized by a powerful orgasm. The climax wrenched each muscle in her body in loose, uncoordinated jerks as the convulsions raced through her, then she became absolutely motionless except for a hard, violent trembling. I kept flicking my tongue across her clitoris as rapidly as I could as the orgasm tore through her, then she collapsed against me with a small cry as the strength was drained from her body. I licked her pussy with long strokes of my tongue to force her quickly through the lingering aftermath of the climax, and she began shaking her head and protesting softly as the sensations became too much to bear.
I turned around on the bed and took her in my arms, and she slid her arms around my neck as she held her lips up toward mine. I covered her mouth with mine, and her lips opened wide as I slid my tongue between her teeth. Her tongue wriggled into my mouth as she pressed herself against me, and her warm breath fanned by cheek as her lungs labored for air and her thrusting breasts soft stabbed my chest. I pushed her tongue back into her mouth with mine, then she sucked at my tongue as I moved my head back and forth to fuck her in the mouth with it. Her hands moved over my head and shoulders with light, quick caresses as we kissed torridly, then I pulled my head back to look at her.
"You don't come yet, did you?" she panted breathlessly, her breasts still heaving as she gasped for air.
I shook my head. "No."
"I want you to come," she whispered urgently. "I want you to come in me now, and I want you to come in my mouth so I can swallow it. I need it, darling, and I'll go crazy if you don't-"
"I want to fuck you," I said, interrupting her torrent of words.
"Then do it-do it now," she whispered, tugging at me to roll on top of her as she turned onto her back and spread her legs apart.
She arched her back and held her feet up in the air as I got between her legs, and I positioned myself on my knees with my cock inches from her pussy. She put both of her hands down to seize my cock and guide it into her pussy, and I slid my hands under her buttocks to raise her slightly so my cock could slide straight into her. She pressed the head of my cock against her pussy and wriggled as she pressed herself toward me, and the sensation of my cock sliding into her hot, tight pussy hit me with a shock as she closed her eyes and hissed between her teeth. She arched her back and held her thighs as far apart as she could as she pressed herself against me harder, and my cock began to glide smoothly in and out of her as I undulated my hips. I took longer and longer strokes as more of it began sinking into her eager body, and when half of it was slipping into her pussy she held her arms up toward me and opened her mouth in invitation for me to kiss her. I slowly lowered myself on her as my cock sunk into her up to the thick part of the shaft, and I covered her lips with mine as she eagerly opened them wide for me. She sucked my tongue into her mouth, and I stiffened the tip of it to trace it around the inside of her mouth and along the edges of her teeth. Her fingers laced into my hair as she wrapped her long, slender legs around my waist and thrust her pussy up against me, and I began fucking her with long, steady strokes of my cock. The hair around the base of my cock met the nest of hair between her thighs and my balls touched her smooth, firm ass each time I thrust into her. I drew my cock back until only the head of it was in her, then I rammed it into her until it was buried deep in her avid body. I fucked her with my tongue and cock for long moments, floating in the delicious sea of sensation of her beautiful, eager body. The semen ballooned within me until it was a large, hard knot, but I kept a firm control over it so I could continue to enjoy her body. She put her hands on both sides of my face and pushed my lips away from hers, and she looked up at me with a strained, impassioned expression on her flushed face as she whispered urgently. "Please come in me now, darling. I want to feel it pour out inside me."
My control was abruptly trembling on the verge of release as she whispered to me and I looked down at her, and the flood of come within me was suddenly so large and massive it was painful to contain. She continued pleading and begging me to come, and the sound of her trembling voice combined with the feel of her body under mine to overwhelm my control. I wrapped my arms around her and clutched her to me as I felt the come boil upward, and bright stars seemed to explode inside my head as I careened to a climax. She gave a small, glad cry as she felt my movements escalate to the urgent thrashing of an orgasm, and she wrapped her arms around my neck as the semen gushed out into her body in long heavy spurts. I pumped it deep into her with driving lunges of my throbbing cock, and she braced her feet against my hips as she threw herself up against me to suck the come from me with her pussy. Flashing pinwheels spun before my tightly closed eyes as my semen and strength drained out into her body, then I collapsed on top of her, panting and coughing weakly.
She wriggled her body as she closed her legs together under mine and imprisoned my cock in her pussy, and I wrapped my arms tightly around her warm, soft body as she kissed the side of my face and patted my head and shoulders with light touches of her hands. It had begun in mutual distrust and dislike, motivated solely by my search for a complete victory over them in their game and by my need to shoot my sperm into her beautiful body, but it had ended in the mutual satisfaction of successful lovers. Our bodies had found communication with each other at a basic, fundamental level of flesh meeting flesh, and it had been good between us. I felt her body relaxing completely under mine as the warm, glowing aftermath of the orgasm spread over me like a comforting blanket.
Three
I felt her body stiffen as her breath hissed in between her teeth, and it roused me from the light doze. I rolled off her and looked at her; she was staring with frightened eyes at the man who lay on the floor, and he was looking at us with glaring hatred in his eyes.
"You no good, goddamned whore," he snarled at her. "You're just like a cat in heat-anything with a cock can make you lay down and spread your legs apart."
She glanced at me with frightened eyes and looked back at the man. "It didn't happen that way, Bob. He made me do it-"
"I saw what happened, bitch. You were enjoying it and rubbing your pussy all over him. I'm going to tear your rotten cunt apart for this, you stinking whore."
"Well, don't blame me," she wailed, suddenly breaking into tears. "I didn't want to do this anyway, and you made me. This man knew what you were going to do and he was prepared, and it's not my fault that you couldn't handle him-"
"I can handle you, bitch, and I'm going to. No man will ever look at you after I'm through with you, you can bet your rotten ass on that."
She collapsed on the bed with her face in the pillow, sobbing bitterly, and I rolled over to put my feet on the floor. The man looked up at me as I got to my feet and walked across the dirty, sticky linoleum toward him, and there was a sudden bright light of fear in his eyes as he saw the expression on my face. "You're pretty tough with women, cocksucker, but you're not worth a shit against a man."
"You've got my money and you got some pussy," he said. "Now why don't you get the fuck out of here?"
I looked down at him, savoring the feeling of victorious triumph over him. "Maybe I'll just piss on your head before I leave."
His eyes moved from my face to my cock, then back to my face, and the fear in his eyes was more pronounced. "Look, you got what you wanted and you've fucked me up for tonight-"
"I've fucked you up for a long time to come. I'm going to take the girl with me."
I saw a movement from the corner of my eyes as she raised her head to look at me in surprise, and his mouth dropped open. "What in the fuck are you talking about? She's my wife, and you can't-"
"The money in my pocket used to be yours too, shithead. When you place your stakes in a game, don't bet anything you can't afford to lose." I turned my head and looked at her. "Do you want to go with me, chick?"
She looked quickly back and forth between me and the man on the floor. There was a thoughtful look in her eyes for a moment, then she shook her head regretfully. "I don't think I should-"
"What the fuck's wrong with you, chick? Your guy puts himself in a position where he gets beat up and lets you get fucked by another guy, and you say you can't leave him. He's broke and he meant what he said about smearing you, so you'd better think about it again."
"Ah, take the worthless cunt with you," the man snarled. "She's a dull fuck anyway, and she's stupid as hell."
He grunted and his face twisted with pain as my toes dug into the pit of his stomach. "Not as stupid as you, shithead. You're about as stupid as they come." I looked at the girl again. "How about it?"
"I don't know," she said doubtfully. "I don't know anything about you, and maybe I'd better think about it-"
"You don't have time to think about it, honey, and while you don't know much about me except the size of my cock you do know what this guy's going to do as soon as he gets his hands on you."
Tears welled up in her eyes again as she looked down at the floor, then she looked back up at me as she swallowed and contained her tears with a visible effort. "Will you take care of me?" she whispered.
I turned to stare down at the man as he muttered under his breath, and he quickly averted his eyes. I looked back at the girl and nodded. "As long as we can make it together, chick."
She looked at the man once more, then she raised her chin and tightened her lips as she looked into my eyes. "We'll make it. I'll be good to you and make it good for you as long as you treat me like a person."
I nodded. "I'll do that, honey."
She gave me a firm nod of agreement, and slid her legs over to place her feet on the floor. My eyes moved over her beautifully curved body, pausing at her jutting breasts and at the small triangle of hair between her thighs, and she smiled at me as she stood. I found the situation overwhelmingly stimulating. The joyous triumph over the man who had laid in wait for me was racing through me, and I had also taken his money and his girl. Desire for her roared through me again as I looked at her, and I felt my cock begin to stiffen again as I toyed with the idea of leaving him burning with a final insult. She was walking toward the chair where her clothes were, and the hungry tingling in my cock became stronger as I feasted my eyes on the graceful swaying of her firmly rounded hips. "I'm not through fucking yet, honey."
She turned toward me quickly, her panties in her hand, and looked at me with her lips slightly parted. There was surprise and doubt in her face, then her expression changed to resolve as she glanced at the man once more. She dropped the panties back on the chair and smiled at me. "Give me a moment in the bathroom, darling."
The sound of the man grinding his teeth together in rage was clearly audible over the sound of the water running in the bathroom, then the scarred, flimsy door opened again and the sight of her beautiful, naked body made my breath catch in my throat. "Come on, darling, and I'll wash you, then we'll do whatever you want."
I glanced at his bonds before I went into the bathroom, then I stood in front of the sink with my balls and cock hanging over the edge of it as she washed them. She dampened them and lathered her hands with soap, then she gently peeled the foreskin back from my cock to wash it. Her hands touched my cock and balls with slow, lingering motions as she lathered and rinsed them, and my cock began to stiffen as her long slender fingers moved back and forth on it with a tantalizing stroking movement. She smiled up at me quickly, and the pearly edges of her teeth were visible between her full red lips as she giggled at the expression on my face. I put my arm around her and fondled the resilient flesh of one of her jutting breasts, and she pressed her body to mine as she finished rinsing the soap from my cock. She turned and pulled a threadbare towel from the rack, then she dried my cock and balls with quick, light touches of the towel. She dropped the towel to the floor, then she slipped from under my arm as she suddenly knelt in front of me and opened her mouth wide to take my cock between her red lips. The muscles in my thighs knotted and contracted as her hot, damp mouth closed on my cock, and I shuddered from the ecstatic sensation as she slid forward until the head of my cock was touching the back of her throat. She moved her head back and forth as she pressed her hands against my thighs, and my cock quickly swelled to a trembling hard erection. She let my cock slide from her mouth with a small, damp, sucking sound, then she stood up and smiled up at me as she wrapped her fingers around it. "Do you want to go back into the bedroom where he can see, or would you like to come in my mouth here?"
I put my arm around her shoulder and fondled her warm flesh with my hand. "Let's go back into the bedroom, honey."
The man's face was red, his eyes were bulging, and his breath came in quick pants from his helpless anger as we walked back into the bedroom. We walked over to the side of the bed, and I took her arm to stop her from climbing onto the bed. She looked up at me, an interrogative expression on her face, then she smiled in understanding as I pressed on her shoulders for her to sit on the edge of the bed. She sat down and reached out to cup my balls in her hand as she opened her mouth for my cock, and I stepped forward to slide my cock into her mouth once more. I put my hands on the sides of her head as my throbbing cock slid between her full lips, and I began undulating my hips to fuck her in the mouth as I looked down at her. She sat passively with her hands resting on my thighs as she let me fuck her in the mouth, and the sight of my cock sliding into her mouth combined with the feel of her hot, damp mouth to quickly bring me to the verge of a climax. I kept fucking her in her mouth and looking down at her until I was trembling on the edge of bursting into an orgasm, then I pulled back from her and let my cock slide out of her mouth.
"You can come in my mouth, if you like, darling," she said, looking up at me, her cheeks flushed with sympathetic arousal and her lips damp with saliva.
"I want to fuck you, honey. Get on the bed on your hands and knees so I can dog fuck you."
She nodded again and flashed me a quick smile as she hopped on the bed and crouched in front of me. I put my hands on her buttocks, fondling and feeling them, and she glanced over her shoulder at me as she positioned herself. The sight of her beautifully curved body in front of me as she positioned herself for me to dog fuck her made my lust for her a wild clamoring in my head as I ran my hands up and down her thighs and dipped them down under her to fondle her soft pussy. The bed was old and sagging, and her weight on the edge of the mattress made it sink low enough so that her pussy was just slightly above my cock, and she spread her knees far apart to lower her pussy slightly. The backs of her thighs rested against my thighs and my trembling cock lay between her buttocks as she reached back with one hand to guide it, and I put both of my hands on the flaring swell of her hips to brace her as she guided my cock into herself. It touched the lips of her pussy, and I thrust forward with my hips as she pressed herself backward against me. The head of my cock suddenly slid into her eager body, and she whimpered softly from the sensation as every muscle in my body jerked and quivered. I gripped her around her tiny waist and pumped my hips fractionally as I pressed on my cock, and more of it glided into her. Her fingers cupped my cock loosely until I had almost half of it in her, then she lowered her head and shoulders to the bed as she rested her head on her forearms. I rapidly pushed my cock into her until it was burying itself in her warm body, with my belly pressing against her smoothly rounded hips each time I thrust forward, and she arched her back deeply to hold her pussy up toward me as I fucked her. My need for her had been aroused as much by spite toward the man as genuine desire, and I made little effort to control my arousal as it rapidly careened toward an orgasm. She seemed to sense this, and the level of sensation in her body kept pace with mine. I ran my hands over her satiny skin and felt her warm, urgently trembling flesh under my fingers as I looked down at my cock sliding in and out between her smoothly curved buttocks, and the sight of her holding her body in front of me combined with the feel of her body under my hands and the sensation of my cock in her hot, tight pussy to bring the semen swelling up within me. I fucked her with a slow, deliberate pace which gradually became quicker as I became more aroused, and she whimpered fragmentary snatches of sentences as I accelerated to a wild, rapid rhythm, slamming my cock deep into her body as I clutched her to me.
The flood of come accumulated and grew until it felt like a massive swelling within me, then I sank my fingers into the soft flesh of her waist as I felt it begin to gush upward. The hot stream spurted out through my cock as my knees became weak and rubbery from the ecstatic sensations roaring through me, and the feel of my come pouring out into her triggered another orgasm in her. She gave a small cry as she tensed all over and pressed herself back against me, and we lurched together in a frantic, uncoordinated lunging of our bodies as the simultaneous climax shook us with convulsions. She spread out her arms and collapsed forward on the bed, and I fell on top of her as the strength drained from my limbs.
Four
The man had his face to the wall, and he didn't speak or move as we went to the bathroom and washed again, then dressed. She glanced at him as we walked past him, then looked up at me and smiled as I put my arm around her waist. The car was a late-model Ford sedan, and it looked as though it was in good shape. I unlocked and opened her door for her, then walked around the back of the car and opened my door as she reached over to lift the locking knob.
"What's your name?" she asked as I slid into the car.
"Jim Harrison."
"Mine's Helen McInnes."
I smiled at her in the darkness. "Hello, Helen."
Her fingers touched my thigh lightly and I could see the edges of her teeth gleaming softly in the dim light. "Hello, Jim."
I glanced at the keys and looked at the dashboard, and she leaned toward me to" point out the key slot. The engine started with a smooth purr and a quiet throb of power. I shoved the lever into reverse and backed a couple of feet, then put it in drive and eased the car out of the parking place. She gave me directions as I drove slowly through the dark, deserted streets. They had been living in a duplex on the other side of the city, and I went in with her to help her pack. The duplex had the bare, impersonal look of a hotel room, with none of the junk people usually collect when they live together, and there were only a couple of suitcases of her belongings to carry out to the car. We drove back across the city to the bus station so I could get my suitcase from the rental locker, then I filled the tank at an all-night gas station and we headed toward the freeway.
She was a pleasant traveling companion, not given to complaining about the minor inconveniences and dissatisfactions people experience when living in motels and eating in restaurants, and she had a bright, lively interest in what we saw along the way. Also, she had a cheerful disposition, interesting conversation, and she was always more than ready to satisfy my sexual appetites. I drove too late one night and we couldn't find a motel with a vacancy, and I was in a bad mood when we pulled into a drive-in to get a sandwich for dinner. It had been a long, hard day of driving, I was tired of looking for a motel, and the prospect of driving all night or sleeping in the car made me quiet and sullen. We ate in silence, then I started the engine when the girl came to get the tray from the window. Helen pointed at a dark corner of the parking lot by the drive-in and asked me to park the car there for a moment, and I drove the car over to the place she indicated as I wondered what in hell she wanted.
She tugged at me when I turned the engine and lights off, and I slid across the seat toward her, still not exactly sure of her intentions until she curled up with her head in my lap. She took my cock out of my pants and rolled it around in her mouth with her tongue until it was hard and throbbing, then she cupped my balls with her hands as she quickly mouthed me to a climax. She swallowed the come, then continued to suck at my cock until it collapsed into a limp tube of flesh. I was in a much better mood when I drove back out of the parking lot toward the freeway, and she curled up on the seat with her head against my thigh as I drove through the night. I became dangerously tired just before dawn, and I pulled the car into a rest stop beside the freeway. She woke when the car stopped, and we got into the back seat to fuck. We couldn't take all of our clothes off and it wasn't completely satisfying, but the writhing of her eager body against mine was more than enough to bring me to an orgasm in her and put me to sleep.
We got to Los Angeles a couple of days later and stayed in a motel on the outskirts of the city the night we arrived. Most of the next day was spent in finding an apartment, and we finally located a small, inexpensive place just on the edge of the business district. It was an old building and the people who owned it hadn't spent much in the way of upkeep, but it was completely furnished with everything we needed.
We got up early the next morning and looked through the help wanted advertisements as we ate breakfast. Helen jotted down a couple of possibilities for jobs and left to see about them, and I went to see about a life guard job at a private swimming pool. It had already been taken and the morning was rapidly slipping away from me, so I went down to the docks and helped load trucks until late afternoon. It was piece work, which meant that I took only a short break to gobble a submarine sandwich for lunch, and I was hot, tired, and sore by the time the day was over. I had made a little over twenty-five dollars, though, and I felt satisfied as I went back to the apartment. Helen had taken the car, and it took me almost an hour to get back to the apartment on the bus route. I was in the shower when Helen got home, and she stuck her head in the bathroom to smile at me when she came in. I walked out of the bathroom, drying myself, and went into the kitchen, where she was taking food and beer from a couple of paper bags and putting it away in the cabinets and refrigerator.
"What did you do today?" she asked, smiling up at me and patting my cock after I had kissed her.
"Loaded trucks at the docks. How about you?"
"I got a job at a private encounter lounge."
I put my arm around her as we walked toward the living room with a couple of beers. "What the fuck's a private encounter lounge?"
We sat down on the couch and she put her hand on my bare thigh as we sipped at the cans of beer, and she leaned forward to put hers on the coffee table. "The manager described it as being similar in function to a Japanese geisha place, with a couple of different twists. It's for-"
"You mean you're working in a fucking whore house? Goddamnit-"
She laughed and cupped my cock and balls in her hand as she smiled up at me. "You're the only one who gets to do that with me," she said, smiling. "I said it's similar to a geisha place, and anyway they're not supposed to be whore houses."
"Maybe they're not supposed to be, but they are. I've been there. But go on, tell me what you do at that place."
"Men come there to talk about their problems, and we serve them beer or drinks and listen to them, offer advice, or whatever seems to be appropriate."
"Do people pay for that? Jesus, there's a lot of nuts in the world."
"There's a lot of lonely people too, Jim, and there's a lot of people who simply don't have anyone to talk with about their problems." She thought for a moment, then shrugged. "There's a lot of kooks too, I guess."
"And they pay just to sit and talk to you?"
"We take our clothes off, too. It helps put things on a more personal basis, and it breaks down barriers of class distinction, age, physical characteristics, economic-"
"Take your clothes off? You mean you sit in the altogether and beat your gums with some character who's also in the buff?"
She nodded and shrugged. "I thought about it some, but I can't really see anything wrong with it. The manager was very straightforward when he told me that he'd immediately fire any girl who touched a customer. He has a fairly good business going, and he doesn't want the police to close him down for prostitution on the premises." She leaned over to pick up her beer and sip at it. "We're being checked, too, because I'm sure that one man I had today was a policeman. He offered me a hundred dollars for a french."
"I'll bet some of the girls there would have taken him up on it."
She shrugged doubtfully. "I don't know. I do know the manager would fire them if he caught them at it, though. He's very strict about that."
"How much do these jokers pay?"
"Sixty dollars an hour. We get ten of it, plus tips. I made thirty dollars in wages today, and I got a ten-dollar tip from a man who wanted me to spread my legs apart so he could see me while he masturbated."
I chuckled and shook my head as I drained my beer can. "You mean all he wanted was to look at your pussy while he beat off?"
"A lot of them find that satisfying, apparently. The encounter rooms are all provided with boxes of tissue, among other things, and the manager told me that the customers sometimes do that as a release at the end of the encounter. We're supposed to tell them when they have ten minutes left, in event they want to do that."
"Sixty dollars would buy a guy a lot of pussy if he's that hard up."
She shrugged and sipped at her beer. "They want me to begin work on the night shift in a couple of days. They always put new girls on the day shift where there's not too much business, then they move them to the night shift after they've learned what to say and so forth. I'm more attractive than most of the girls, so the manager wants me to begin work on the night shift as soon as possible."
I nodded. "OK. Maybe I can get something at night, too, so we'll have our free time together. I've worked bar before, so I'll look around to see if there's anything in that line going."
She nodded, standing up. "You should, and you should also wear different clothes if you do what you did today. You'll ruin all your good clothes if you wear them to load trucks." She drained the beer can and reached for my empty can. "I'm going to take a shower now. Do you want to make love before dinner, or do you want me to fix you something to eat first?"
"How about both?"
She giggled, wriggling out of my grasp as I reached for her. "That's all right with me, and we can do it a third time when we go to bed."
I left the apartment early the next morning, dressed in blue jeans and a work shirt. My muscles were sore from the previous day, but I had loosened up after working for an hour. I loaded trucks and picked up another thirty dollars by one o'clock in the afternoon, then I went back to the apartment to change into some better clothes to hunt for another job. Most of the bars were union and wouldn't talk to me, and the couple I found that the union had overlooked only wanted bouncers. I had worked as a bouncer before when things had been slim, but I didn't want a job where I nightly risked being knifed or beaten up by a disgruntled drunk and his friends.
I continued work on the dock and at the old market for a couple of days, and when the weekend approached Helen mentioned again that the manager of the encounter lounge wanted her to begin work on the night shift. She was scheduled to begin night work on Friday, and on Thursday I noticed in the classifieds that an escort service was looking for men. I finished work early that day and went back to the apartment to change into different clothes, then I took a bus to the address I had torn out of the paper.
The receptionist was a middle-aged woman with a weight problem, too much makeup, and bad sinuses. She kept me waiting for almost an hour, then talked briefly on the intercom and nodded toward the manager's door. The manager was also a woman approaching forty, but she was a well-dressed, neatly groomed woman who was confident of her attractiveness. She smiled at me briefly as I came in, and I saw her eyes flick quickly across the scars on my face. They didn't seem to bother her, because her expression remained unchanged.
"Have you worked as an escort before, Mr. Harrison?"
"A couple of times, but not on a regular basis. It was a sort of fill-in when I did it."
She nodded, tapping her fingertips on the desk top. "In what school would you consider Picasso?"
"He went through several stages of development, but all of his major works and those of his friend Braque are cubist."
"Was that a lucky shot, or is it characteristic?"
"I have a degree in liberal arts, and I can read and write."
She picked up a pen and made a notation on the job application I had filled out, then she shook a cigarette out of the pack on her desk. I stood up and picked up the desk top lighter to light her cigarette, and she nodded her thanks as she blew out a stream of smoke and I sat back down in the chair. "Do you have any moral or religious objections to having sexual intercourse with a woman who is not your wife?"
"None, but I don't believe in prostitution, either male or female. If a woman gives me vibrations, I can make it with her. But hiring me as an escort is a barrier to overcome in that sense."
She nodded. "I wouldn't want you to do anything against your principles, but I do intend to continue a successful business here. The success of the business rests solidly on the satisfaction of the customers, and some of them expect sexual relations as an appropriate finale to a pleasant evening. That can frequently be avoided by an escort who handles the situation with tact, so you can do whatever you wish as long as I don't get complaints. When will you be ready to begin work?"
"Tomorrow night."
She nodded and gave me a card. "Check in by telephone before three o'clock tomorrow afternoon to see if we have an engagement for you. You will be paid fifty dollars an evening, plus expenses, and expenses include rental of any clothes you don't have, cab fares from your residence to the home of the customer, plus incidental costs you might incur."
I took the card and put it in my pocket, and she stood up when I got up to leave. Her hand was cool, limp, and impersonal in mine, and the receptionist was staring blankly at a piece of paper in her typewriter and picking her nose as I left.
Helen and I stayed in bed late the next morning, and she got up about ten o'clock to make breakfast after I had fucked myself into a daze. We ate, then she washed the dishes and cleaned up the apartment as I shaved and showered. There was a good movie on a couple of blocks away, and we strolled around most of the afternoon after taking in the matinee. I checked in with the escort service and scribbled down the address of the woman they had booked for me, then Helen and I ate an early dinner before going back to the apartment. She got ready to go to work and left, and I picked out the best I had for the casual clothes I had been told to wear.
She was a thin, nervous woman of about forty-five, a teacher in one of the high schools, and she needed the escort to go to a faculty party. She had spent a few years in other parts of the country, and while we drove to the party we made up a story between us that I was a friend she'd met then. She seemed almost pathetically pleased when I broached the subject and provided the story, and the strain between us disappeared so that we were conversing and laughing by the time we got to the party. She was apparently considered one of the old maids of the faculty, and several of the other people at the party looked surprised when we walked in together. I made a fuss of her and took care of her all during the party, and I could see the grateful appreciation in her eyes as the other women gave us snide glances. She drank very little and I kept my consumption down so I wouldn't get loose-tongued and let our story slip, and we left among the first few couples. It was just after midnight when we left, and she seemed silent and nervous again as I drove her car toward her home in one of the better residential areas. I didn't help things, because I was wondering if she expected me to fuck her, and she got out of the car as soon as I stopped it in the driveway. I got out and opened the garage door, then I drove the car in and came back out to close the door. She was a small, dark figure in the shadows of the sidewalk in front of her house. Her shoulders were slightly slumped in the three or four year old simulated fur and the corner street light glinted softly on the strands of gray in her short, straight hair. She cleared her throat nervously as I approached her, then she opened her bag and began digging in it. "Do you want me to go in with you and check the house, Dolores?"
She shook her head quickly, peering into her purse in the darkness. "No, that's all right." She located her wallet, and I realized that she was getting out a tip for me. "I don't know anything about how much-"
"The agency takes care of everything, Dolores. Are you sure you don't want me to go in and turn on the lights for you?"
She looked up at me as she put her wallet back in her purse and shook her head. "No-we don't have that sort of trouble in this part of the city."
I stepped closer to her and put my hands on her shoulders, and she looked up at me. My lips touched hers for an instant, then I took my hands from her shoulders and stepped back. "Good night, Dolores."
"Good night, Jim." She suddenly smiled. "And thank you-thank you very much."
She stood in front of the door and watched me as I walked toward the cab stand at the end of the block, and I turned my head to look back just as I rounded the corner. She was opening the front door, and the porch light was a dim, yellow pool of brightness in front of the house.
Helen was sitting on the couch in the living room in her bra and panties when I got home, and she smiled up at me as I came in. "Hello, darling. How was the gigolo business?"
"It was worth fifty dollars, I guess. Any interesting encounters?"
She shook her head with a wry smile. "The night shift gets all the kooks, I've found out. I had a couple of weirdoes tonight, but none of them got rough with me. Not physically rough, anyway."
"What happened?"
"Oh, it was just unpleasant a couple of times, that's all. One of them squatted in his chair and fingered himself as he looked at me, and it's an uncomfortable situation for someone to sit and play with himself while he stares for an hour. Another one masturbated a couple of times and he didn't use a tissue to catch it in, and I had to clean up the room after he left. But he left a twenty-dollar tip for me, so I guess it was worth it."
"Any offers of bigger tips?"
She shrugged. "That usually happens, and a lot of them come in thinking that sex is part of the bargain. After they settle down they seem to get over it, though. A lot of them want to feel me while they masturbate or they want me to do it for them, but it's against the rules of course and I wouldn't want to do it anyway-it's too much like being a whore. Some of the ones who've never been in before don't know that they can masturbate if they wish, and almost all of them get erections when they see me without my clothes. Those who don't know they can do it seem glad when I tell them they can."
"Do you talk to them while they beat off?"
"Oh, yes. I'm a sort of cheering section, I guess. I tell them to do it faster, I ask them if it feels good, I tell them that it makes me feel good to watch them do it, and things like that. It makes them come quicker."
I sat down on the couch by her and put my arm around her shoulders as I slid my hand down the front of her panties and toyed with the small nest of curly hair between her legs. She spread her legs apart so I could feel her vulva as she leaned her head against the back of the couch and opened her mouth in invitation. I leaned over and kissed her, running my tongue into the back of her mouth and touching the edges of her teeth, and she whimpered softly as she pressed herself against me. I pulled back from her and looked down at her. "What's the idea of sitting around in your panties and bra?"
"I wanted to see what shape you were in when you came home. I don't want you fucking around on me any more than you want me to on you."
I took her hand and placed it on the growing bulge in the front of my pants. "How's that for shape?"
She wrinkled her nose at me as she smiled. "Nice," she whispered, then she suddenly giggled. "But it doesn't mean a hell of a lot, though. You can get another erection ten minutes after you've had a climax."
"Yes, but then I'm usually pooped for the night, so let's get this one off and I'll get another hard-on to show you that I've not been fucking around."
She smiled up at me as she put her arms around my neck. "You don't have to prove it, Jim-I believe you." There was a sudden dancing light in her eyes as she giggled again. "Don't let that keep you from getting two if you feel like it, though. Do you want to do it in here or go in the bedroom?"
I pulled her head down toward my lap as I unzipped my pants. "In here the first time, then we'll decide what to do." She nodded silently, intent on opening my pants to get my cock out, then my cock was in the hot dampness of her mouth and her hand was squeezing my balls with a delicious, lingering pressure as she sucked at my cock.
The escort service had another one booked for me on Saturday night, and it was an entirely different situation from the old maid school teacher. The woman was around fifty, and she was one of those disgusting, slightly pathetic people who are so terrified of approaching age that they manage to convince themselves they are still young, one of the crowd of purple-haired grandmothers in leotards who mob the resorts and vacation spots with their frenetic chatter and broad asses. She had planned the evening for dinner, drink and fuck, in that order, and I found it difficult to maintain a pleasant attitude with her because everything she said about politics, the state of the country, and life in general was diametrically opposed to my convictions. We made it through dinner without getting into a pissing contest, then we went to a couple of night clubs. She worked for the county welfare agency, and we ran into a couple of her co-workers at the second place we went to. One of them was a relaxed, easy-going man in his late thirties with a pleasant disposition and a friendly smile. She was horrified at first that they had seen us, then she spit out some completely implausible story which I tried to make more believable as I filled in the gaps, but I'm sure the man saw through it immediately. Combined with his wry sense of humor and frank disposition was an easy acceptance of things as he found them, though, and there was a total lack of criticism or derision in his attitude toward us.
He was an interesting talker with a slightly conservative outlook, and he dropped a couple of gentle barbs into the talk about people driving new Cadillacs to the welfare agency so they could pick up their checks to make payments on their color TV sets. A heated, one-sided argument developed, with my date getting red-faced and angry while the man remained cool and unruffled, making quips which kept everyone at the table in spasms of laughter. My date finally lapsed into surly, enraged silence, and everyone else at the table had a good time while she isolated herself in her sullen pout.
The second time she mentioned her headache she was emphatic and pointed about it, so we left. As I drove her car back across the city she kept up an acid, spiteful chatter about everyone in her office, relating slights, unsatisfied grievances, and unrewarded work from years before and telling me of the office cliques and affairs between the workers. By the time we got to her house I was thoroughly sympathetic toward everyone in her office for having to work with her. She sat in the car while I got out and walked around to open the door for her, then she handed me the key to her door. I walked with her to the door and unlocked it, and she held it open for me to enter when she stepped inside.
"I'd better not come in, Joyce. Thank you very much for a pleasant evening, and I'll be looking forward to seeing you again."
"What's your hurry? They couldn't have scheduled you to take someone else out this late at night."
I managed to laugh easily. "It's not that. One of my children has been ill for the past couple of days, and I wanted to check on him-"
"You're married?"
I raised my eyebrows and nodded. "Yes, why? Does it bother you that-"
"I don't believe it," she said bluntly. "I can tell by the way a man acts if he's married and you're no more married than I am."
"Well, I didn't bring along my marriage license to prove it, Joyce, but I am married and I have two children. We live in the Dovertown area-"
She shook her head, cutting me off. "You can't bullshit me-you're not married, and I know it. If you don't want to come in my house with me you could be frank enough to say so."
"It isn't that I don't want to. I've been worried about my daughter and I wouldn't be a good companion-"
"A minute ago it was your son who was sick. Maybe your whole goddamned family is dying of typhoid or something, except that you don't have a family." She looked up at me as I cursed myself for not thinking fast enough and getting caught in a child-like mistake, then she moved toward me and glanced out on the sidewalk to see if anyone was around. She looked up at me with a thin smile and shrugged. "I'm not mad at you about it, so don't be worried. Come on in and you can stay here tonight, and I won't tell anyone. I'll buy you a nice present tomorrow, or I'll just let you have the money so you can get what you want-say fifty dollars."
"I don't play that game," I said, shaking my head. "If that's what you want-"
"What do you mean you don't play that game?" she snarled. "What's so special about you? Do you think I can't get a man? There's all kinds of men who come to see me about their welfare who'll do anything I want-lick me all over, tongue my cunt, or anything else. They've told me how nice I am and how they'd like to make me feel good, and you say you don't play that game. You're nothing but a fucking gigolo, so where are you coming from? Didn't I offer you enough money? Do you think your dick's worth more than fifty dollars? I wouldn't let you stick it in me now if you paid me ten thousand dollars...."
I turned and walked away from the house, and the boom of the door slamming echoed along the dark, quiet, residential street. The seething anger burned in me as I walked block after block, searching for a cab, then fatigue from the day's activities and relief from being away from her gradually overcame the anger, and by the time I found a cab I was more exhausted than anything. Helen was in bed when I got to the apartment, and she smiled up at me sleepily when I woke her. I showered and got into bed, and she came to me with willing, open arms. The tension and frustration fell away from me as my semen spurted into her body, then we went to sleep with our arms wrapped tightly around each other.
There was nothing scheduled for me on Sunday night and Helen had the night off, so we went to dinner and to a movie. The movie was a bright, cheerful one for a change, and we were both in a good mood when we came out of it. We hit a couple of night spots and had a few drinks as we danced, and we went back to the apartment in a warm, happy glow of anticipation for each other. Helen had Monday night off too, but I had another escort booked. I almost dreaded going out, but the woman turned out to be a withdrawn, lonely, middle-aged woman who was hungry for conversation and companionship. The danger of personal involvement was a deadly trap, and I carried on an amiable, pleasant conversation with her while I isolated myself behind an impersonal barrier of noninvolvement. It made our fleeting relationship shallow and meaningless, which disappointed the woman, but I sensed that it would be the only way I could keep myself from becoming neurotic while I associated with women who had their shit spread out all over creation.
Helen went back to work Tuesday, and I had another engagement. The manager wanted to talk to me when I checked in, so I waited on the telephone while the receptionist got her. She told me that the welfare worker had made a complaint about me, and she cut me off when I tried to explain my side of it. She told me in bald, straightforward words that I had to handle the situations in such a manner that she wouldn't receive complaints, and whether that meant going to bed with the women or diplomatically talking them out of it was up to me. .
The job more or less assured me of a couple of hundred dollars a week and I hated to lose it, but I knew I couldn't bring myself to fuck a woman who had to depend on an escort service for sex. I thought about it during the afternoon and looked through the newspaper at the job listings, but it seemed that it was between loading trucks at the dock and market or trying to keep on with the escort service. I took a cab to the woman's address the agency had given me, and I felt a stab of dread when she let me into the house. It was another fat, overbearing woman with small, piggish eyes and a phony looking hair rinse. She slobbered up glass after glass of wine during dinner, and an idea of how to get out of the situation presented itself to me as I forced myself to keep smiling during her bawdy sexual banter.
I picked out a more or less dark, secluded comer in the first nightclub we went to, then I motioned the waiter to one side as I went to the men's room. I told him to give me tea water and keep the tab for my drinks, and he quickly agreed. When I got back to the table I put the pressure on her to drink heavily by quickly downing mine and throwing obvious glances at hers, and she began to get drunk. The second time she went to the John she staggered against the table and smiled at me vacuously, then she whined about going to another place when she came back to the table. There were a couple of waiters working our table at the next place and I couldn't set anything up with them, but I managed to dump about every other drink into a potted plant next to our table. I began to get a fuzzy glow from the drinks I'd had and I started wondering about her apparent immunity from the affects of alcohol, then it hit her all at once. She stumbled to the John and came back bleary eyed, pale, and sweating.
"I don' feel so good," she mumbled as she sagged into her chair. "Le's go home."
"But it's early yet, Diana. Wouldn't you like to have a couple more drinks and dance a little?"
She shook her head loosely. "Nah. I wanna go home."
I got our coats and helped her out to the sidewalk, and she stumbled as the fresh evening air hit us. "Maybe I'd better drive," she slurred. "I don' want you driving my car while you're drunk."
"I'm not too drunk to drive, and I'll take it easy."
"You'd better-th'ish a new car."
She flopped heavily onto the seat and leaned against her door with a groan as I started the engine. A loud, rattling snore was coming from her open mouth a few minutes later, and I had trouble stirring her when I got to her house. I searched in her purse for her keys, then I strugged with her to get her up the stairs to her bedroom. I dragged her from door to door on the upstairs landing, searching for her room as I braced her up with my arm around her waist, then I finally found it and helped her inside. She fell onto the bed when I released her, then I lifted her legs to the bed and slipped her shoes off. She began snoring immediately, and I turned the bedroom light off as I left.
Five
A key rattled in the front door as I came back down the stairs, and it slowly opened. A girl walked in and turned to close the door. I was above the level of her vision when she came in, and she didn't know that I was watching her as she locked the door and put the night latch into place. She was a young girl, still in her teens, and there was a bare hint of familial resemblance between her face and Diana's. Her eyes were large, with dark, heavy lashes and brows, and her mouth was full and wide. There was a trace of residual childhood about her pert nose, small chin, and triangular shaped face, and the entrancing little girl look was enhanced by the long, straight tresses of brown hair which fell almost to her waist. Her mod overcoat completely concealed her figure, but I could see from her thin hands and small wrists that she was a slender, small-boned girl. She turned from the door and her large, blue eyes looked up at me as I started walking down the stairs toward her. A fleeting instant of shock and surprise crossed her features, then it faded as I smiled at her.
"Who are you?" she asked, returning the smile hesitantly.
"I'm Diana's date. Who are you?"
She ignored the question as she stared at me, open mouthed. "You're shitting me," she stated flatly, a tone of disbelief in her thin, girlish voice. "Diana never had a date who looked like you on the best day of her life, and that was a hell of a long time ago."
"Thanks for the compliment, honey, but I was her date tonight and it wasn't the best day of her life to say the least-she drank too much. My name's Jim Harrison-what's yours?"
"Barbara," she replied automatically, still looking at me in amazement, then she collected herself and shrugged as she began unbuttoning her overcoat. "I'm her brat."
"You're out sort of late."
"So are you." She shoved her hands into the pockets of her overcoat and gave me a pixie smile. "How about some coffee or a nightcap? If Diana crashed and can't take care of you, I'll be glad to look after you for her."
I started to shake my head, then I thought again about it. I felt fuzzy and dull from the drinks I'd had and the idea of the coffee was suddenly appealing, but more than that, I was attracted by the warm, friendly glow in the young girl's blue eyes. "All right-let's have some coffee."
She shrugged out of her overcoat and draped it across her arm. She was wearing a sweater which hugged her slender chest and small breasts, and flared slacks with a waistline below her pelvic bones. Her body was small, slender, and graceful, and I felt a dull throbbing begin spreading up through me from my balls as my eyes moved back up to her attractive, smiling face. "Come on into the kitchen and tell me all about your date while I make the coffee," she said. "I want to hear about it-this is the first time Diana's had a date with anyone who's young enough to do her any good, and she has to get bombed on joy juice." She tossed her head back and laughed in simple, uncomplicated humor, then she chuckled and smiled at me as I walked on down the stairs. "Jim's your name."
"Yes."
She waved her hand as she turned toward the kitchen. "Come on and tell me all about it."
The skin-tight sweater and low-waisted flares outlined her slender figure and accentuated the small, jutting breasts, the graceful curve of her hips, and her incredibly tiny waist. I followed her into the kitchen, watching the natural, unaffected swaying of her small buttocks, and a warm, aching tingle glowed in me as I thought of how they would feel in my palms. She dropped her overcoat across the back of a chair at the kitchen table and turned toward me, and her small face broke into a gamine smile when she saw that I was admiring her body. "Sit down, and I'll put the coffee on."
I pulled a chair away from the table and sat down, watching her, and her movements were more controlled and conscious because she knew I was looking at her. She filled the pot with water and the basket with coffee, then she plugged it in and walked back to the table. Her leg brushed against my knee as she sat down, and she leaned on her forearms with her small breasts almost touching the top of the table as she looked at me. "Where in the world did you meet Diana, and what possessed you to take her out?"
"Well, we haven't known each other very long, and it was just an evening out for dinner. It wasn't any kind of big deal or anything-"
"Say, wait a minute," she said, snapping her finger. "I saw some pencil marks in the yellow pages by escort services when I was looking through the telephone book yesterday, and I wondered what Diana was doing. You're from an escort service, aren't you?"
I nodded. "Don't tell Diana you know, though. She'll get pissed off and call them, and I'll be out of a job again."
She chortled gleefully as she sat back in the chair and slapped the top of the table with her open palm. "I get it," she cried. "I see the whole thing now. You had to take her out, and you got her bombed so she wouldn't try to make it."
I laughed, shaking my head at her. "You little shit-you're too fucking smart for your own good."
"I'm not the only one who's smart," she chuckled, getting back up from the table. She collected the cups, saucers, spoons, a sugar bowl and a creamer, and her face was suddenly serious as she put them on the table and looked down at me. "You don't have to worry about my telling Diana. She gets as mean as a bitch when someone makes fun of her, and she'd cut off my allowance, ground me, and make me stay in from now on if I let her know that I knew about this."
"Is she all that strict with you?"
She started to nod, then stopped herself and shrugged. "It depends on what you're talking about. She started me calling her by her first name when I was ten. She really doesn't mind how late I stay out as long as none of her friends know, but if I talk back to her she gets really mean with me. School doesn't make any difference to her and she doesn't ever look at my report cards, but if one of the teachers has to call her then all kinds of hell breaks loose on me."
"Well, shit, it's not such a bad deal for you. You've got a car and an allowance, and all you have to do is play the role."
She sat back down at the table and looked down at it as she scratched at a stain on the formica with her fingernail. "A car and an allowance isn't all there is to life," she said in a small, quiet voice. She looked down at the table, lost in thought for a moment, then she shrugged her mood away as she looked back up at me. "It's quite a role, too. The guys at school are afraid to date me because she's on the school board and she can put pressure on anyone through the teachers. It works the other way for me, though, because most of the teachers keep her posted on what I do."
"It could be worse, Barbara. A lot of chicks don't have what you do."
"A lot have more, too. More of what means something to them, anyway. I wouldn't mind it except for not being able to have dates, or..." she cut herself off and gave me a quick, warm smile. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-eight."
"Hm, that means that you're a little over eight years older than I am-"
"Shit-you're seventeen, maximum, and you might be younger than that," I said, laughing. "What kind of dumb ass do you take me for?"
She flushed, and her smile became self conscious. "Well, I'm almost eighteen," she said defensively. "That's older than it might sound to you, because people mature earlier now."
I chuckled and patted her hand. "Are you telling me that you're experienced in the ways of the world?"
She turned her hand over as mine touched her, and we were suddenly holding hands across the table. "You might be surprised at how experienced I am," she said, and there was a sudden note of long, slim thighs revealed by the tight slacks, and her small, jutting breasts, and I could feel my cock stirring slightly as I visualized how she would look naked. I couldn't figure her out; it was as straightforward an invitation as I had ever had and it promised to be more interesting than most, but I didn't know where she was coming from. She didn't seem to be a tease, stringing me out for kicks, yet she wasn't old enough for her sex drive to be that of a fully mature woman. There was always the possibility that she was simply a zany kid out for kicks, but somehow that didn't seem to fit either.
She brought the pot over to the table and filled our cups, then she pulled her chair over and set it by mine. She flashed me a quick smile as she sat down and began shoveling spoonfuls of sugar into her coffee. I put my arm around her shoulders, and she leaned toward me as she stirred her coffee. "You like a little coffee in your sugar, don't you?"
She picked up the creamer and dumped in a healthy slug of it into her cup, turning the coffee to a light brown. "And cream, too."
Our eyes met as she looked up at me, and she snuggled against my chest as I tightened my arm around her. She kept her eyes fixed on mine, and I bent down to kiss her. Her slim arm crept around my neck as she opened her mouth wide, and I could feel the small, wriggling tongue creep into my mouth like a warm, damp thing with a life of its own. Her mouth had a taste of chewing gum, soft drinks, and milk, the taste of healthy, vibrant youth. I stiffened my tongue and moved the tip of it around on the sides of her mouth and the edges of her teeth, and her breath fanned the side of my face as her breathing quickened. I pulled back from deep meaning in her thin, sweet voice. I felt a sudden quick stab of desire for her, a hungry impulse to make her small body a part of mine, and a deep flush slowly spread across her face as she read my thoughts in my eyes.
"What does that mean, honey?" I asked softly.
"Whatever you want it to. It means that Diana can't keep me cooped up all the time, however she might try. It also means that I'm tired of a school full of guys who stand around and brag all the time, then pea in their pants over the idea that the teacher might tell on them. I get it on when I look at you and I could make it with you." She glanced at the coffeepot; the light on the bottom of it was glowing red. Her hand slipped from mine as she stood up. "Do you still want some coffee, or would you rather have something stronger?"
"I need the coffee to clear my mind."
She tossed her head slightly, and there seemed to be a light of challenge in her deep blue eyes. "Maybe if your mind is clear you'll remember that the teacher might tell."
I felt a stab of irritation. "You know you could be a smartass if you put your mind to it. Maybe I should whip your ass for you."
The edges of her small, white teeth were visible between her lips as she smiled. "That would be progress, wouldn't it?"
"Maybe progress toward getting my ass put in jail."
"That would take someone telling, wouldn't it?"
Our eyes remained locked together as she stood at the side of the table smiling down at me, then she turned and went for the coffeepot. I looked at her slender body again, my eyes devouring the small, firm curve of her buttocks, the lines of her hair and looked down at her. "I wish I could figure you out, honey. I don't know what this has for you."
"Where does it put you."
"Hell, that's different."
Her eyes moved down from mine, and she picked at my shirt collar. "I don't see how. Do I have to tell you that you're a Greek god and blow up your ego or something before you'll be satisfied? I just like you and it makes me feel good when you hold me."
"I like it too, but I can't help but feel that I'm taking advantage of you-"
"Don't give me the little child treatment. I hear that shit often enough from Diana and everyone else, and it makes me want to puke." She looked back up at me with a level stare from her blue eyes. "I'm old enough to know what I'm doing."
"And I'm old enough to know better, but right now it doesn't seem to make much difference to me," I said, cupping her small face with my hand.
She put her hand on mine and pressed her cheek against my palm. "Your hand is trembling," she murmured.
"It's because I want you."
She pressed her face against my chest. "Let's go upstairs and I'll make you stop trembling," she whispered, her voice muffled against my chest.
Her chair scraped on the floor as I took her firmly in my arms, and she surged toward me, tightening her arms around my neck. She opened her lips eagerly as I pressed my tongue between them, and her fingers combed through my hair as our tongues entwined between our open lips. I ran one hand up and down her back, feeling her slender, warm body, and I cupped one of her small breasts in my other hand to gently squeeze it as she surged against me. Her head moved from side to side with small, tense motions as she pressed her mouth to mine, and her fingers laced into my hair to pull my mouth down harder against hers. Her breast felt small and firm through her sweater and bra, and her slender body wriggled eagerly as she pressed herself to me. I slid my chair back from the table and lifted her to my lap, and she curled up on my lap with a lithe, nimble movement as she wrapped her arms around my neck again and held her mouth up toward mine. I cupped her smooth, firm buttocks with my hand as I kissed her again, and she uttered a low murmur of satisfaction as her tongue slid into my mouth. I felt her breasts, thighs, and buttocks as we kissed, and I could feel my cock swelling and expanding into a trembling hard-on as visions of exploring her slender body moved through my mind. I became more and more aroused as we kissed, and my breath began to come in quick pants as the pounding of my blood in my head mounted to a steady, hammering rhythm.
I lifted her from my lap and set her on her feet. "OK, let's go upstairs, honey."
Her blue eyes were glowing and her full lips were shining with saliva as she nodded quickly, her small breasts heaving as she breathed deeply. She walked, quickly across the kitchen and unplugged the coffeepot, then she went to the kitchen door and held her hand out for mine as she snapped the light off. I put my arm around her shoulders as we walked back into the foyer, and I let my hand slide down her back to feel her firm buttocks moving from side to side as we climbed the stairs together.
There was a small night light burning at one side of her room, and after I had been in the room a moment my eyes became accustomed to it well enough to be able to see in the dim, ghostly light. I was still puzzling over the point-blank invitation she had given me as I watched her cross the room, pulling her sweater off over her head. She was slightly nervous and tense, indicating somewhat less experience than she had inferred. There was a possibility that the girl was doing it to spite her mother or that she wanted me because of some twisted desire to have what her mother had intended to have, but it seemed more-likely that it was an assertion of her independence, a striking out against the fetters her mother kept on her. She slid the sweater off her head and I could see the gleam of her pale, slender back in the glow of the night light, and I stopped wondering about her motivation as I began unbuttoning my shirt.
She bent over to pull her high-heeled boots off and drop them on the floor, outlining her small buttocks against the night light, and she looked almost tiny as she stood in her stocking feet and unfastened the waistband of her flares. She slid them down and stepped out of them, then she put her hand on the back of a chair to lift her feet and pull her stockings off. She glanced at me as I stood and looked at her, and her face was serious and unsmiling. My eyes moved up and down her small, virginal body as she reached behind herself to unfasten her bra, then she shrugged her shoulders as she wriggled her arms out of it. Her breasts were small and firm, and they jutted almost straight out from her body with the taut, springy resilience of youth. She put her hands in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down her thighs, and my attention became riveted on the small bun of thin hair below her flat stomach as she stepped out of her panties. She dropped the panties to the floor and slowly walked across the room to the bed, and I began tearing at my clothes in my haste to get out of them as she rolled onto the cover and lay with her forearm over her eyes, waiting for me.
Her body was a captivating mixture between the clean, slender lines of youth and the curved beauty of womanhood. As I stood over the bed and looked down at her, I felt a raging lust roaring through me which was sufficient for a multitude of sexual encounters, but at the same time I felt an urgent need to be gentle with her and to refrain from abusing her graceful beauty. My breath was coming in quick pants and the blood was pounding madly in my head as I exerted a strong effort of will to control myself so I wouldn't hurt her in my desire for her doe-like beauty. Her forearm dropped away from her eyes and they were like deep, liquid lakes of dark blue as she looked up at me. A slow, thoughtful, almost sad smile spread across her small face as she looked up at me, then she held her hand up toward me, coaxing me to come to her. "Take me, darling," she whispered, "then you can look at me again if you wish. I'll lie on the bed so you can look at me, I'll turn on the lights and walk around the room for you, I'll dance for you, or I'll do anything you wish. But take-me now, darling. Take me and make me your woman."
She gave a low moan of satisfaction deep in her chest as my lips covered hers, and she opened her mouth wide for my tongue as she slid over on the bed to make room for me. I wrapped my arms around her and gathered her to me as I kissed her and ran my hands up and down her firm, warm body. Her slim arms slid around my neck and her fingers laced into my hair as she pressed her mouth to mine, and my throbbing cock pressed against her smooth thighs as she wriggled closer to me. I cupped her small buttocks in my hands and squeezed them, feeling and fondling them, and I could feel the small clutch of thin, soft hair between her thighs pressing against my belly as her hard breasts softly stabbed my chest. I ran my hands down the back of her thighs to caress her satin skin as I stiffened my tongue and ran it around inside her mouth, and she sucked at my tongue as she began moving her head back and forth on it. I cupped her buttocks and held her to me with one hand as I slid my other hand up between us to cup one of her small breasts, and a pounding exhilaration raced through me as I felt the hard, tiny mound. It was just large enough to fill my hand, and it was as firm and resilient as the muscles in her thighs. She murmured in her throat and quivered in my arms as my fingers moved over her nipple, then she surged against me and opened her mouth wider to suck my tongue to the back of her throat.
I took my lips from hers, then ran my lips and tongue over her soft shoulders and throat. She lay back against the pillows and closed her eyes with a soft sigh as I caressed her with my mouth and tongue, and her hand rested on the back of my head. Her fingers occasionally tightened in my hair as the sensations caused by the tip of my tongue on her skin raced through her, and she thrust herself up toward me as my lips approached her breast. Her nipples were large dark crests on the small mounds of her breasts, and they hardened as my lips and tongue moved around the base of one of her breasts. I raised my head to flick the tip of my tongue across her nipple, and she moaned softly as her body jerked convulsively. I moved back to the base of her breast and kissed around it again, then I swiftly traced a circle around her breast with the tip of my tongue. She thrust herself up off the bed as her hand pressed demandingly on the back of my head, and I took her nipple between my lips. She gave a deep sigh and began slowly stroking my head with her hand as I licked her nipple, dampening it, then I took it between my lips as I slowly dragged the tip of my tongue back and forth across it. Her nipple became hard and firm between my lips as I caressed it with my tongue, then I began flicking my tongue faster on it. Her hand laced into my hair and pressed my head down against her breast as she thrust it up against me and whimpered a small, begging sound, and I let her nipple slide into my mouth as I sucked it. I opened my mouth and took more of her breast as I sucked harder, then I wrapped my arms around her and sucked her breast as hard as I could. Her hands moved over my head in quick, fleeting touches as she writhed and moaned in my arms, and I moved my mouth to her other breast as I began fondling the one I had been sucking. I sucked her other breast until the tension in her body began to subside and the novelty of the sensation began to fade, then I moved my mouth on down her body. She immediately responded with renewed vigor when my tongue traced a path down her slender body to her navel, and she gasped breathlessly as she thrust her body up at me. I drove the tip of my tongue into her navel, wriggling it around, then I dragged my fingertips up her thighs, across her pussy, and up to my mouth. Her head tossed from side to side and her body jerked in convulsions as my tongue bored into her navel and my fingers moved over her. Spasms raced through her and her whimpers were an unbroken sound as I titillated her, and I carefully gauged her movements until they began to diminish. The instant the sensations seemed to be subsiding in her, I moved my lips on down to the small triangle of soft hair between her thighs.
When my lips nibbled at the thin hair below her flat stomach, she quickly sat up and took my face in her hands. "You don't have to do that, darling," she whispered urgently. "You can make love to me in the ordinary way-I'll like it that way."
I turned my face toward her to look at her. "I want to do it, honey."
She shook her head as she wrapped her arms around my head and bent over me, pressing her small, hard breasts to my face as she pillowed my head on her thighs. "If you want me to do that to you, then I will," she said softly. "But you don't have to do it to me, darling. I'll do anything you want me to anyway."
I slid my hand under her buttocks and squeezed them gently, then ran the tip of my tongue over one of her nipples. "You don't understand, honey-I want to do it."
She looked at me closely, pushing the hair back from my forehead with her small hand. "You really want to?"
I patted her bottom, nodding. "Yes."
"If you really want to, then I won't stop you." She giggled as she leaned over and quickly kissed the top of my head. "It seems exciting to me."
"You don't know what excitement is," I said, smiling up at her. "Lie back down."
She relaxed and stretched back out on the bed, her arms spread wide, and a moment later she was writhing and moaning again as I ran my tongue and lips over her stomach. I kept stroking my fingers up and down her thighs, pausing occasionally to lightly touch her pussy, and her slender thighs slowly moved apart as I stroked them. My lips moved back down to the thin hair between her thighs, and she began quivering all over as she felt my breath on her pussy. I ran the tip of my tongue along her pussy, barely parting her vulva with it, and she suddenly clamped her legs around my head as her body lunged up off the bed. I put my hands on her thighs and forced them apart again, then I wriggled my tongue from side to side to part her vulva wide as I ran the tip of it through her crack again. She gave a small cry and her tiny clitoris sprang up as my tongue passed over it, and I moved around to the foot of the bed and placed her legs over my shoulders as I lowered my mouth to her pussy.
The sweet taste of her young, fresh body filled my mouth as I opened my mouth wide and took her small vulva into it, and I flicked my tongue up and down her vulva as I sucked it. I let her vulva slide back out of my mouth, then I lapped it with long, hard strokes of my tongue. She flexed her knees and spread her legs wide apart as she sat up and pressed her hands against the back of my head, then she began lunging her pussy against my mouth with violent, forceful movements of her hips. I realized that she had immediately surged to the point of breaking into an orgasm, and I rapidly flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth across her clitoris to force her on through it. She made it, and she threw herself back on the bed with a loud, strangled cry as rippling waves of motion rolled through her from her shoulders to her hips. I clutched her buttocks in my hands and stabbed my tongue at her clitoris as rapidly and as hard as I could, and she threw her forearm across her mouth to stifle her scream as the raging apex of sensation descended over her. She thrashed and jerked in wild, uncoordinated spasms for a moment, then she went completely limp. I licked her pussy a few times with long strokes of my tongue, then I crawled back up the bed to take her in my arms.
She wrapped her arms around my neck as she burst into tears, and I held her to me as the sobs wracked her small body. Her tears streamed down my chest and her small, slim fingers dug into my shoulders and back as she cried for several moments, then the aftermath of her climax began to diminish and her tears subsided to an occasional shaking gasp. She pulled away from me and lay on her back for a moment, looking blankly up at the ceiling and breathing deeply, then she suddenly wriggled off the bed and trotted across the room. She flicked on the light as she went into the small bathroom, and I could see her slim, graceful body as she bent over the basin to wash her face. She dried her face on a towel, glanced at herself in the mirror, then flicked the light back off and trotted toward the bed. She climbed over me with a nimble movement and cuddled against me as I put my arm around her thin shoulders. "Feeling better, honey?"
She looked up at me and put her hand on the side of my face as she kissed me quickly on my lips. "I don't know what happened to me, darling. I've never felt that good before, and I've certainly never cried like that after doing it."
"You had a full, vaginal climax. Did it feel good?"
"God-did it ever! I thought I was going to die. I'll do the same thing to you now."
"No, I want to fuck you."
She wriggled upward on the bed and wrapped her arms around my head, pressing my face to her jutting breasts. "Please let me do it a little while, Jim. You don't have to come or anything, but I want to do it that way. I've never done it before, and I want to do it for you."
I nuzzled her breasts with my mouth as I nodded. "All right, if you want to."
She wheeled around on the bed and pressed her lips to the base of my cock as she wrapped her fingers around it and stroked it. Her small, pink tongue spread a thin trail of saliva up my cock as she trailed the tip of her tongue from side to side and raised her head upward, then she flicked the tip of her tongue around the head of it. I slid my hand down her legs and felt her smooth, firm buttocks as I watched her licking my cock, and the sensation of her tongue on my cock combined with the sight of her licking it to make goose pimples raise all over my body. She wrapped both her hands around my cock and slowly stroked it as she buried her face between my legs and mouthed my balls, and my cock throbbed to a trembling hard erection as she caressed it. I slid my fingers between her buttocks, feeling the inside of her thighs, and she parted her thighs slowly so I could feel her pussy. I toyed with it as she moved back up my cock with her tongue, then when she had lapped her tongue around the head of it again and she opened her mouth wide and let the head slip between her red lips. I groaned and every muscle in my body jerked convulsively from the sensation of her hot, damp mouth on my cock, and my hips responded involuntarily as she pressed my cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth and moved her head downward on it. My cock slowly glided into her mouth until her mouth was gorged with it and the head of it was touching the back of her throat, then she slowly drew her head back up with a sucking pressure in her mouth until my cock slipped from between her lips. She licked her tongue around the head of it again, then opened her mouth wide and let it slip back in. She cupped my balls in one hand and gripped the base of my cock in the other as she began moving her head rapidly up and down on my cock, and I relaxed with my head on the pillow to revel in the sight of the young, beautiful girl sucking my eock and the sensation of her mouth and hands on my cock. Several moments went by as I floated in the ecstatic sensations, then I felt the semen begin to swell up within me. I clamped a firm control over my climax, but it was gradually torn from me by the sight and sensation of the girl blowing me. When the come began to tremble on the verge of breaking through, I sat up and took her head in my hands to stop her movements. She let my cock slide from her mouth and turned her head to look at me; she was panting slightly, and her lips were glistening with saliva. "What's wrong, darling? Doesn't it feel good?"
"It feels too good and I'm about to come. I want to fuck you."
Her lithe body was a sudden blur as she sprang around on the bed and flowed into my arms, pressing her soft, damp lips against mine. She pushed me back on the bed and knelt over me, darting her small, warm tongue into my mouth, then she held my face between her hands as she smiled down at me. "I want you to, darling, but I want to start it. OK?" .
I nodded, fondling her small, hard breasts with the tips of my fingers. She straddled my body and poised herself over my cock, with the head of it touching the thin covering of hair over her soft vulva. Looking down, she cupped my balls with one hand as she wrapped the fingers of her other hand around my cock to guide it, then she pressed downward. I gasped with the sensation of her small hand fondling my balls as my cock pressed against her pussy, and as she lowered more of her weight on my cock and wriggled it to spread her vulva apart, I involuntarily lurched upward with my hips. Her tiny pussy was incredibly tight, and every nerve in my body tingled as the head of my cock slipped into her. She hissed through her teeth and held herself absolutely motionless for a moment, then she began bobbing up and down. She let more and more of my cock slide into her pussy, and I writhed from the feel of the hot, tight stricture of her pussy absorbing my cock. I put my hands on her thighs and felt them as I watched my cock sinking into her slender body, and she looked down at me, her face strained with effort and arousal. When half of my cock had sunk into her body, the position began to get uncomfortable for her and she leaned forward to brace her hands on my chest as she kept bobbing up and down. I put my hands on her small, hard breasts and fondled them as I undulated my hips to drive more of my cock into her, and it quickly sank into her up to the wide part of its shaft. She leaned back again with my cock pointing straight up into her body, then she pressed down until her small, smooth buttocks were resting on my thighs. "I thought I'd never get it all in," she breathed. "It's so big and hard."
I tensed and relaxed my muscles to make my cock move and throb inside her. "It feels good, honey-your pussy is nice and tight."
She closed her eyes and hissed as she felt my cock moving in her body. "That feels good too, darling-that's really good. Get on top of me and do it now."
I sat up and put my arms around her, and she put her arms around my neck as I eased her over on the bed, keeping my cock in her. She put her heels against the back of my calves as I settled myself on top of her, then I began sliding my cock in and out of her with long, hard strokes. Her small fingers bit into my back and her teeth nibbled at my chest and shoulder as she whimpered from the sensation of my cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy, and I could feel the hard knot of semen building up into an uncontrollable pressure again within me. I lay on her and kept myself motionless as I regained my control, then I began fucking her again. The unusually firm pressure of her tight pussy around my cock quickly began to break my control down again, then I stopped fucking her once more as I struggled to keep the flood of semen within me. She whimpered, begging and pleading with me to continue fucking her, and she surged up against me with her pussy sucking at my cock so it was virtually impossible to wrench my consciousness away from the total awareness of her lithe body under mine. Her fingers moved through my hair and her lips brushed the side of my face in small, quick kisses as her pleading voice became louder, then I abandoned all thought of control as I began fucking her with furious thrusts of my trembling cock. She gave a small shriek as my cock began thrusting into her again, and she spread her slender legs wide apart as she planted her feet against my thighs to open her pussy wide for me. Her voice trembled and shook as she begged me to spurt my come into her, then I seized her firm buttocks in my hands and squeezed them as I felt the semen break loose. All creation seemed to shudder as the sensations racing through me soared to a breathless height, and she broke into another orgasm as she felt the hot come spurting out into her body. Our bodies strained together as I pumped my cock into her and let the stream of come gush deep into her body, then we collapsed in a shaking, moaning heap of trembling limbs.
The terry cloth robe she wore to let me out the front door seemed to make her slender body even smaller and more child-like. Her pixie face was pale and serious as she raised it for a kiss at the door, and her large, blue eyes were dark shadows against the pale sheen of her cheeks in the dim light. "You have a girl, don't you?"
I nodded silently.
She sighed and looked down at the floor, then she looked back up at me. She pressed her lips together, then suddenly gathered the lapels of my coat in her hands. "Well, you'd better get ready to get rid of her," she whispered fiercely. "I'm going to take you away from her."
Her volatile personality shifted again and she giggled. "You are too. Are you going to call me?"
I nodded, touching the pocket where I had put her telephone number.
"Remember-if Diana answers the telephone, just hang up. I'll hear it ring, because I'm in the house almost all the time after five o'clock. If you call twice and hang up, I'll meet you at the end of the block."
I nodded and bent over to kiss her again, and when the door closed behind me I still had the lingering memory of her small, warm tongue wriggling in my mouth.
Six
"I thought I'd better talk to you personally to discuss this problem, Mr. Harrison. You're well qualified as an escort because you're well educated and young, and you're not unattractive despite the scars you have on your face. However, this is the third complaint we've had about you."
The woman's eyes were cold and impersonal, and I could tell that she was on the point of firing me. I put my elbows on the arms of the chair and rubbed my temples with my fingers as I thought rapidly; things hadn't been going too well. Helen had been acting distant and too formal, and when I'd checked in to see if the escort service had an appointment for me there'd only been a message for me to come and see the manager. I signed and cleared my throat. "Well, Mrs. Robinson, it's difficult to please everyone, and there's some people who simply can't be pleased-"
She shook her head quickly. "That's the wrong attitude, Mr. Harrison. An escort cannot afford a selective, defeatist attitude."
"Well, it just seems that some of the ladies expect the impossible-"
"I can't believe that. By the nature of our service, there are many of our customers who are lonely, isolated people. They frequently have characteristics which make them difficult to deal with, or they would not require our services. But under an asocial facade they all desire companionship, or else they would not call upon us. And I'll be frank, Mr. Harrison, it is up to our escorts to provide that companionship in whatever form the customer seems to desire, or to otherwise manage the relationship so it remains on a compatible, amicable level. I thought I'd made that clear to you."
"There are some people who have sex on their mind, and they won't change their mind. I'm not promiscuous to the point where I can have sex with anyone at any time. I have to have some kind of involvement with them."
"I am the same, Mr. Harrison. However, I was an escort for a number of years before I formed this agency, and I had fewer complaints during all that time than you've had during the short time you've been with us."
"Well, I don't see how. There just seems to be some situations you can't wriggle out of."
She nodded calmly. "I agree. And when I found myself in such a situation, I didn't fight the problem."
I looked at her in surprise. "You mean you...? "
She nodded again. "My career meant more to me than a momentary, disagreeable act. Strange as it might sound, Mr. Harrison, I believe that your principles are too restrictive for you to continue with us."
I laughed. "That does sound strange-as a matter-of-fact, that's the first time anyone ever told me that."
"Well, there's also a possibility that it's a combination of restrictive principles and an inability to properly handle a situation," she said with a wintery smile. She gave a small sigh and tapped a pencil lightly on the top of her desk. "Well, I suppose that we've more or less agreed that it's pointless for you to continue with us."
I shrugged and nodded reluctantly; it had been a good job with decent pay, easy hours, and simple if occasionally repugnant work. "I guess so. Well, thanks very much," I said, standing and extending my hand.
She smiled briefly as she shook my hand, and I turned and left. I went to the nearest newsstand when I left the building and bought a newspaper, then I went to a small cafe and drank coffee while I studied the job listings. They were as skinny as ever for anything I wanted. It was still early in the day, and I went back to the apartment to change into my working clothes to go and load trucks at the old market. Helen woke when I opened the closet to get my clothes, and she gave me an irritable glance as she wordlessly rolled over to go back to sleep. I took my clothes into the living room to change, then folded my other clothes over the back of an easy chair.
It felt good to match my strength against the bums and dropouts who hung around the market, and there was no shortage of work. The frenetic, hurried men who wanted to get their goods moved were glad to get me, because I worked harder and faster than the organized work gang and I worked for less money because I didn't have to kick back part of it to someone who pointed out which crate to move next. The market stayed open late that night because of a few sales the next day, and I worked until almost nine o'clock. I was sweaty and tired by the time I finished, but the roll of money I had picked up was comfortingly large in the front pocket of my blue jeans.
There was a note from Helen on the kitchen table that she would be working late, and I thought about it as I looked at the note. Her behavior was that of a woman who either had a boyfriend or wasn't getting enough, because she'd been acting as though she had the rag on for the past few days. I scratched my head and mused about it for a moment, then shrugged and went to take a shower. Some of the weariness faded away as the sweat and grime washed down the drain, and my cock hovered on the verge of stiffening into a hard-on when I lathered it. I started to go to a restaurant to eat, then I went back into the apartment and dug through my clothes until I found Barbara's telephone number. Diana answered both times when I dialed the number, and it was about fifteen minutes later when the cab dropped me off at the end of the block where the house was. I stood in the shadow of a tree and waited, and a few moments later a small economy car moved slowly down the street. I looked closely at the car, and I could see Barbara's face through the windshield as she peered uncertainly along the sidewalk. A broad smile spread across her small face as I stepped out of the shadow and into the beam of her headlights, and she pressed on the accelerator as she steered toward the curb.
I was hungry, but she wanted to fuck before we did anything else. The seats in the little car folded back, and we went to an unlighted, deserted street in a rundown residential area to park and fuck. We both had a climax, then we went to a drive-in. She had already eaten dinner, but she consumed two hamburgers and an order of french fries with the unselfconscious gusto of the very young while I ate a couple of hamburgers. We went back to the deserted street and fucked again, then she lay in my arms as we talked. She asked where I worked, and I told her what had happened at the escort agency. There was a faraway, thoughtful look on her small face as she listened, then she shrugged and told me that she might be able to find me a job at the city golf course. I shrugged it off with a laugh, bordering on the point of being insulted by the suggestion that I had to depend on a young girl to find work for me, and she immediately dropped the subject.
Barbara let me out at my apartment, and I went up to go to bed. It was well after closing time for the encounter lounge when I finally got to bed, and Helen still wasn't home. She hadn't returned at seven when I left for work the following morning, and I debated leaving a note for her. I thought about it until I realized I didn't have anything to write about, then I left.
There was a tall, heavyset man of about fifty who hung around the dock and market and acted as an informal organizer of the transient laborers. He was called Moose and I had spoken to him briefly a couple of times, but his phony self assurance and overbearing manner had been too much for me. I hadn't consciously avoided him, but I had more or less ignored him the few times I'd seen him in order to keep from getting in a pissing contest and earning a reputation as a troublemaker or drawing the attention of the police. There wasn't much activity when I got to the docks, so I went to a small coffee wagon for a cup of coffee while I waited for the trucks to arrive. While I was waiting, Moose and a couple of his lieutenants walked up to the coffee stand.
"Well, it looks like you can't decide whether you want to work here or not." Moose said.
I ignored the belligerent tone of his voice as I shrugged and sipped at my coffee. "I guess not."
"Well, maybe you'd better stay away until you do decide."
I felt my anger stirring, and I looked at him, straight in his eyes. "What the fuck's it to you what I do?"
"Moose here's the gang boss," one of the other men said in a snarling tone. "Don't you know what the fuck a gang boss is?"
I drank the coffee off with a gulp and dropped the paper cup to the ground as I looked slowly back and forth at all three of them. "There's no son of a bitch who's my boss. When I load a truck it's between me and the jobber, and no other cocksucker is involved."
"Look, we have to keep this thing organized," Moose rumbled. "If we don't keep together, these people will have us loading trucks for nothing."
"What the fuck do you mean, 'us'? I've never seen you move a crate."
"Goddamnit, that's because he's the gang boss-" one of the other men began, then Moose cut him off with a wave of his hand.
"Maybe you've never worked on a dock before, so you don't know how things are set up," Moose said.
"I've worked the docks in Seattle, Boston, New Orleans, Corpus Christi and San Francisco, as well as a few other places, and I know how they're set up. There are stevedores who belong to a union and move the cargo between the ships and the docks, and they also take care of unloading the container vessels. There are also day laborers who move cargo for jobbers and handle split loads which aren't containerized. They are usually a bunch of winos who're picking up a few dollars, and they're frequently organized into a gang by a guy they owe money to or a guy who looks after them because they're too stupid to look after themselves. There are also a few independent workers around who look after themselves, and I'm one of those."
Moose slowly shook his head. "We don't have ' any of those here."
"You didn't use to. You have now."
"Not for very long."
I felt a dull throbbing begin in the back of my head, and my pulse raced as the dancing, joyous anticipation raced through me. There was a gnawing need within me to sink my fists into their faces and see their blood spew out as their flesh parted under my knuckles, and I moved slowly toward them, my body tense and alert. "Run me off, motherfuckers-do it now," I hissed.
They moved backward, looking at me apprehensively as I walked toward them. A couple of other laborers were milling around, curious about what was going on, and two stevedores came over to the coffee wagon, grinning at each other and apparently enjoying the friction between their less fortunate poor cousins on the docks. "Well, how about it?" I said in a louder tone. "You said you were going to run me off, so get at it. There're three of you, so you ought to at least have a chance."
"What the fuck's holding you, Moose?" one of the stevedores asked, sipping at his coffee and grinning widely. "You do a lot of honking about how you run the ass gang, so let's see you do something." He laughed as he turned to his companion. "I bet that guy'd smear their asses, all three of them. '
The man shrugged indifferently as he paid for his coffee. "No bets."
"We'll talk to you later, that's what we'll do," Moose muttered as he turned to walk away.
"What the fuck's wrong, Moose?" the stevedore prodded him again. "The odds too small for you? Do you need ten or twelve guys before you'll try to take this one on?"
Moose gave him a sickly grin, not wanting trouble with the stevedores, and kept walking away. "Three to one's good enough odds for anyone, so keep it that way, Moose," the stevedores called after him. He turned to me and talked in a loud voice, loud enough for Moose to hear. "If any more than those three try to talk it over with you, you let me know, fella. If Moose gets shitty about it, the stevedores will take care of him."
I nodded to the man as I turned to walk toward the nearest shed, where I could see a couple of jobbers looking at their clipboards and talking to each other. I didn't see Moose again that day, and I assumed that he had gone to the market to look after things there while one of his deputies pushed the work gang at the docks. There was a lull in activity just after one o'clock in the afternoon, and I went to the snack wagon to get a sandwich for lunch. I had just finished eating when a clerk from the dock supervisor's office found me and told me that the shipping manager wanted to see me. It surprised me, because the higher levels of dock management usually had very little to do with transient laborers. I went to the large brick and cement office building behind the complex of dock sheds and roamed through the corridors until I found the man's office, and I had to wait about half an hour before his secretary caught my eye and nodded toward the inner office door.
He was a large, heavyset man of almost sixty, balding on top and greying around the sides, but he still had the erect carriage and quick, athletic movements of a much younger man. His ears were slightly thick and there were small areas of scar tissue around his eyebrows and lips which indicated that he had got his job by working his way up from the dock rather than through a college degree in business management. He shook my hand briefly and introduced himself as he nodded toward a chair, then he leaned back in his chair as he took the wrapper off a cigar. "Heard you had some trouble with Moose," he said as he tossed the wrapper into a waste basket and put the cigar in his mouth.
I nodded. "Moose wanted to enroll me in his gang, and I don't want any part of it. The money I earn is mine, and I'm not going to give him ten percent of it for walking around with his hands in his pockets."
He moved restively, and his expression indicated he disagreed with my assessment of Moose's function, but his voice was neutral when he spoke. "When a man makes his living heaving crates, it's hard to convince him that part of his money should go to someone else. It's not been so long since I've been on the docks that I can't remember that." He clamped the cigar firmly between his teeth and picked up a lighter from the desk. The flame of the lighter wavered as he took deep drags on the cigar, lighting it, then he tossed the lighter back on the desk as he held the cigar in his fingers and blew on the lighted end to make it burn evenly. He put the cigar back in his mouth and rolled it from one side of his mouth to the other as he looked at me through eyes narrowed against the smoke. "It has some advantages, though. If you're working with Moose your work will be steadier and you'll make more money. You'll get your share of the easy jobs along with the hard ones-the ones that no one else wants and the ones you're mostly doing now. You can get better wages too, so you'd probably be better off in the long run."
"Maybe so, but I don't need a bastard like him to keep my shit together for me. I've made it by myself so far, and I don't see any reason sufficient to make me change now."
"There's a possibility that you could work yourself into a gang boss job with him, and it would be much easier work."
I shook my head. "I'd rather move crates than push bums."
He shrugged and smiled slightly. "So would I, but it's part of getting ahead. There comes a time when everyone gets too old to heave crates."
"I'll worry about that when it happens."
He blew a large, dark cloud of smoke at the ceiling, then he clamped the cigar in his mouth as he swiveled his chair around and leaned forward, putting his elbows on his desk. "OK, if you don't want to work with Moose, I'll tell you what I can do. I'll sponsor you with the stevedores. You can go down and apply for membership in the union, and I'll see that you're put on one of the crews in the next day or two, ahead of everyone else."
I shook my head again. "It amounts to the same thing. I don't like Moose personally, but beyond that I don't like the idea of some big brother looking after me. Whether the big brother is Moose or the union doesn't make a hell of a lot of difference."
He tensed slightly and there was a steely gleam in his gray eyes. "You don't know what you're talking about, son. If it weren't for the union, we'd all be at the whim of the owners and shippers, and men would be slaving for starvation wages. Before we had the union on the docks I've seen men work fourteen hours a day under conditions you can't believe for just enough money to keep their families alive until the next day. You don't know what it is to be in a situation without collective bargaining power and where the owners can ruin a man because of a whim of the moment. Young guys like you think you know it all, but you've not seen the other side of the situation where people have no rights, no organization-"
"I'm not saying the unions don't have a purpose," I interrupted him, "but it's not nineteen and thirty any more and a lot of things have changed since then. We're more oriented to individual rights in a lot of ways, not only insofar as labor is concerned. My personal standpoint is that I don't want anyone to talk for me on anything. I also don't intend to make a career out of working as a dock laborer, so there's really no point in-"
"What do you intend to do with yourself?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. I have to eat until I decide, though, and working on the dock is as easy a way as any to pick up a few dollars-"
He shook his head firmly. "You're a wild card here, and I smell trouble. I'll go along with a lot of things, but I won't go along with anything that might cause trouble. It doesn't take too much to spark it off among dock workers, and it's a hell of a lot harder to stop once it does get started."
"Is this some sort of ultimatum?"
He nodded slowly, staring straight into my eyes. "Either you join up with Moose, apply with the stevedore union, or leave. I don't have anything against you, son, but I'm not going to have trouble on the docks over you."
I stared back at him, seething inside. He was a straightforward,-likeable man and I felt no animosity toward him, but I was once again faced with the brick wall of the conventions people build around themselves and I had to either conform or leave. For an instant my anger was wild and uncontrolled because it was directed only at the faceless, shifting mass of an impersonal situation, then it became focused toward Moose, the one who had touched off the situation. I gripped the arms of the chair as I brought myself under control, and I slowly stood up. "All right. The only thing I can do here is lose, so I'll split."
"Let me know if you change your mind about joining the union."
I nodded tightly. "Thanks."
I walked most of the way back to the apartment, the crowds on the sidewalk a dim blur on the edges of my consciousness as the white-hot flames of my anger roared within me, searing away every other consideration, but revenge against the blustering, self important slug of a man who had caused the trouble. It was late afternoon by the time the exertion of forcing my way through the streaming crowds on the sidewalk had calmed the shaking of my limbs and the furious pounding of my heart, and I stood in the line at a bus stop to get a bus the rest of the way to the apartment.
Helen was sitting on the couch when I walked in. Her bags were packed and were setting in a neat row by the door, and her face was pale and drawn with tension as she waited for the confrontation.
"Are you trying to give me some sort of message?" I asked, looking from the bags to her.
"I'm leaving, Jim. I know you've been seeing other women, and you don't need me. You've never acted as though you loved me, although I left my husband to go with you, and I have to be loved and needed to stay with-"
"All right, leave," I said, pulling off my jacket. I dropped it across the back of an easy chair and sat down, yawning; I felt tired and drained from the walk and from the furious raging of my anger. "You don't have to make any long, drawn-out speeches, and we're not on a fucking stage or anything. If you want to leave, just get the fuck out."
She looked at me in surprise for a moment, then she stood up and put her coat on. I sat with my eyes closed and my head lolling wearily back against the chair as she made a couple of trips through the door to get her bags out into the hallway, then she came back in to put her key to the front door on the coffee table. She cleared her throat tentatively as she hesitated, and I could feel her looking at me. "Well, goodbye, Jim. I hope there's no hard feelings."
I shook my head without opening my eyes. "No hard feelings, and I hope you're happy with him."
"What do you mean?"
I looked at her; she was looking at me, open mouthed, and there was a slight touch of color on her cheeks. "Helen, I know enough about you to know that you wouldn't leave if you didn't have somewhere else to go. Maybe he's someone you can get along with better than me, maybe he has a lot of money, or maybe it's something else. But there's a reason, and there's a man."
She bit at her lower lip, looking down at the floor. "He needs me badly, Jim, and when he first came into the lounge he looked at me as though...."
I laughed, shaking my head. "Don't tell me he's one of the shitheads who come in there to beat off while he looks at your pussy. You sure let your shit get scattered out when it comes to men-"
"I did when I went with you," she snapped. "Harold is a quiet, considerate person who's never hurt anyone in his life. He's gentle and kind, and he's grateful for the smallest thing-"
"Just get the fuck out," I said, my anger beginning to flare again.
She closed her mouth and looked at me for a moment, then she walked quickly toward the door. It closed quietly behind her, and I could hear her footsteps on the stairs as she made two trips to carry her bags down to her car. I walked over to the window and looked down at the parking lot as she drove away, keeping behind the curtain so she wouldn't see me if she looked up, then I went over to the couch and lay down to take a nap.
Seven
A shower helped some, and after I had eaten a couple of cans of soup my energy began to return. I went to a small drugstore at the end of the block to buy a pack of cigarettes, then I went into the phone booth in the corner of the small, cluttered place to dial Barbara's number. The phone at the other end of the line rang a couple of times, and a warm, comfortable feeling seemed to spread all over me as I heard her thin, soprano voice.
"Hi. What are you doing?"
She gave a small, smothered exclamation of surprise and joy, and her voice became louder and slightly distorted as she cupped her hand around the receiver and put her lips against it. "Nothing. Thinking of you, that's all. Diana's in the other room, and she'll probably come in here in a minute to see who it is on the telephone."
"Do you remember where my apartment is?"
"Yes."
"Meet me there-I'll be waiting out in front of it."
"Do you mean she's gone..." There was a pause, then I could hear her talking to Diana. "It's Angela Williams. She's having trouble with the assignment in English." She spoke into the telephone again, and her voice was clear and un-muffled. "All right, Angela, I'll meet you." The receiver rattled as she replaced it, and the line went dead.
It took her almost three-quarters of an hour to get there. There was a broad, gamine smile on her small, heart-shaped face when she saw me leaning against the front of the building, and she ground the gears in the small car as she jockeyed it into a parking place. I walked over to the side of the car and held the door open for her as she slid across the seat. She was wearing a bright yellow and white school sweater with a letter on the front of it and sports participation stripes on the left sleeve, and most of her slender, rounded thighs were visible as the short skirt slid up from her movements across the car seat. She put both of her feet on the sidewalk and stood up, clutching a handful of books under her arm, and she raised her lips to mine as I pushed the car door closed behind her.
Her lithe body felt warm and vibrant in my arms as I held her to me and kissed her, and her warm, damp tongue slipped between my teeth as our lips opened. Her head moved from side to side as she kissed me and pressed herself hotly against me, and I could feel the books against the back of my hand as I cupped one of her small breasts to feel it. "What are the books for?" I asked as our lips parted.
She stood on tiptoe and pressed her soft, shining lips against mine again for an instant, then she smiled brightly. "For my cover story. I'm supposed to be helping a girl with her homework assignments, but anyone would be in sad shape if they needed me to help them." She moved away from me and tugged at my arm. "Let's go up to your apartment. I want to see it."
I put my arm around her shoulders and led her around the side of the building to the parking lot, then we went up through the rear service stairway to the apartment. She walked in ahead of me as I opened the door, and she dropped the pile of books and her purse on an easy chair, looking around curiously. She flashed me a quick smile, then she walked along the short hallway, peering into the bedroom and bathroom. "It still smells of her," she said, walking back toward the chair where she had dropped her purse and books. "I thought it would, so I came prepared."
She dug in her purse and took out a small spray bottle of perfume, then she began spraying it around in the living room. It had a light, tantalizing odor, and I recognized it as her perfume. I smiled as I watched her, her small bottom moving from side to side as she busily trotted around the room, squeezing the bulb on the bottle, then she walked down the hall and into the bedroom. I could hear the slight hissing sound as she sprayed the perfume around in the bedroom, then there was silence. A moment passed, and I went to the bedroom to see what she was doing. She had taken off her sweater and blouse and draped them over a chair, and she was stepping out of her skirt as I walked into the room. She motioned toward the bed with her chin. "Get your clothes off, darling. I'm not going to have her hanging around in any corners of this place, and particularly in the bed."
She dropped her skirt across the chair, smiling at me as she stood at the side of the bed in her bra and panties, and I began unbuttoning my shirt. She kicked her shoes off and reached behind herself to unfasten her bra, then her small, hard breasts with their large, upturned nipples were revealed. I threw my shirt on the floor and my fingers trembled as I unfastened my belt and pants. She pushed her panties down her thighs and stepped out of them, and the tingle of anticipation racing through me began to raise my cock to a swelling hard-on as I looked at the slender, clean lines of her small body. She pulled the covers back on the bed and lay down, tossing her hair back over the pillows, and she held her arms up toward me as I moved to the bed, my cock standing straight out in front of me in a throbbing hard-on.
We mouthed each other to a climax, resting for an hour, then fucked. She lay under me with her slender legs pressed together and my cock tightly imprisoned in her pussy after I had the second climax. My chest heaved as my lungs strained for air, and she writhed under me with slight, tense movements as her pussy kneaded the last of the semen from my cock.
"There, that's done," she said, one of her small hands moving up and down my side as she patted and kissed the side of my face. "Was it good?"
"Almost too good," I gasped.
She made a satisfied sound in her throat as she put her hands on the sides of my face and pushed it back. She looked up at me, smiling at me as she wiped the sheen of sweat from my forehead, and I pushed her hands away as I covered her mouth with mine. Her lips had the pungent taste of my come from my first climax in her mouth, and her mouth opened under mine as we kissed. Her small, thin fingers combed through my hair as our tongues entwined and darted back and forth, then she gave a long sigh and pulled my face down into the hollow of her shoulder as she settled herself comfortably under me. "When did she leave? Today?"
I silently nodded.
"I'll move some of my dories here, then, so I can be with you all the time I don't absolutely have to be at home."
I grunted. "As long as Diana doesn't find out. If she does, she'll have my ass put in jail for contributing to the delinquency of a minor, statutory rape-"
"She won't find out," Barbara said, patting my head, "and you'll be all mine. If you get another job as an escort, you'd better not make love to any of the old bats you take out-"
"Don't worry about it-I'd never be able to get a job with an escort agency here after I've been fired from that kind of job."
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. I got my ass run off from the docks and market too, so I guess I'll have to look around for something else."
"I know you don't like the idea of my helping you find a job, but it would be easy to get you on at the city golf course. Diana's on the advisory council there, and I could pass the word along that she wants you to have the job."
"What the fuck would happen when she found out about it?"
"I don't see how she could find out. She never goes out there because she doesn't like golf, and she doesn't go to half of the meetings of the council. It's just a social status thing with her, and it gives her a chance to shove some of the men around who have to do with it. It wouldn't be much of a job, but it would do until you found something better."
I thought about it for a moment, then shrugged as I rolled over on my back and put my arm around her. "I guess it would do as good as anything-everything else has turned to shit on me."
She sat us and leaned over to kiss me lightly. "Good. A man named Jones is the caretaker-go out and see him tomorrow afternoon, and I'll have it set up by then." She slid toward the edge of the bed and put her feet on the floor. "I'll go wash up. Give me a minute, then come on in and I'll wash you."
"OK, and let's go get something to eat. I'm hungry."
"I'll cook something for you if there's anything in."
"Can you cook?"
She frowned slightly as she looked at me with a nettled expression on her small face. "What do you mean can I cook? Of course I can cook-what do you think I take home economics for?"
"I just didn't know if you'd been doing all your homework."
The frown left her face as she smiled, then she giggled as she turned to go to the bathroom. I watched her slender, lithe, naked body disappear through the doorway, then I relaxed and slipped into a light, comfortable doze.
Eight
Jones was a small-time athlete of twenty or so years before who had gone to fat. His face was lined and puffy from drinking and eating too much, and he had the slightly defensive, slightly superior attitude of someone who thinks they should be known and recognized on sight by everyone. He looked at me suspiciously when I introduced myself, evidently mistrusting anyone who might have connections, then he assigned me a couple of wooded areas off the fairway to clean up.
It was a good job. The pay wasn't spectacular, but it was enough to make it on, and the work was outside with the fresh odor of fertile soil, foliage, and clean air all around me. Jones told me it would take me several days to dress out each of the wooded areas, and it did. Each morning I drove a golf cart loaded with tools, fertilizer, and seed out to the area, then I came in at night and went home. I would spend a couple of days in clearing out the underbrush, briars, and weeds in a small patch of trees, then it would take me a couple more days to mulch the soil, seed in grass, and keep it damp until the grass began sprouting. Jones checked on me a few times, then he left me alone when he saw that I was working instead of sleeping under the trees, as most of the gardeners did. The solitude in the remote areas of the golf course was a refreshing break from elbowing my way through crowds, and after the first couple of days I began taking a couple of cold sandwiches with me so I could spend the entire day by myself in the semi-isolation at the far end of the course.
I noticed the blonde for several days. She usually came early in the morning, when there were few people around, and she always played by herself. On calm days she would be dressed in bright, well-fitted slacks and a light blouse, with her long, straight hair falling loosely down her back and moving in luxurious folds as she struck the ball or drove her cart to follow the ball. On windy days she would wear a sweater or light jacket over her blouse, and her hair would be tied back from her face with a bright scarf. She was an indifferent golfer and was evidently trying to improve her game, and when I stopped working to watch her, I often wondered why she didn't have one of the pros along with her to give her pointers on her choice of clubs and stroke.
I had been working at the course a little over a week when I finally met her. It was about ten o'clock in the morning, and I was attacking a thick growth of matted brambles with somewhat more energy that I usually did because Barbara had been having her period a couple of days and I needed something to take my mind off the growing urgency of the hungry need which centered in my balls.
The distant snick of the ball being hit registered in my subconscious, then became the focus of my awareness as the ball cracked solidly into the trunk of an oak a few feet from me, ricocheted into another tree a few feet away, and finally bounced to a stop in the churned up soil from which I had just cleaned the brambles. A few minutes later I heard the drone of her golf cart approaching, and I saw the flash of her bright, pastel colored blouse through the trees.
It was the first time I had seen her close enough to actually know what she looked like, and her breathtaking beauty started a dull thudding in my chest as the unfocused gnawing in my balls suddenly escalated to a throbbing ache. She was young, in her early twenties, and she had the bright blue eyes and fresh, clear skin of vibrant, healthy womanhood. Her features had the soft, rounded contours which natural blondes frequently have, and she radiated a pleasant, amiable disposition which was unspoiled by her awareness of her beauty. Her jutting breasts thrust out against the light fabric of her blouse, and her swelling hips stretched the tight slacks to outline the smooth curve of her buttocks. Her graceful figure had soft curves which suggested a life of bountiful luxury rather than the tempering strain of hours of exercise, but her stomach was flat and her waist was small above the swelling curve of her hips.
"If that ball hadn't bounced in here, I'd think an angel was coming to check on my work," I said to her as she walked into the trees.
A delightful flush spread up from her throat to her cheeks, and her bright blue eyes flashed as a hesitant smile played around her lips. "It didn't hit you, did it?" she murmured in a low, throaty voice.
I shook my head. "I wouldn't have minded if it had though."
Our eyes met, and I could feel the warmth of silent communication flowing between us; she knew I liked her, and there was a tentative response in her. Her blush deepened slightly and she looked down at the ground, probing at a clod with her toes. "I should have called out," she said, shrugging slightly and making the twin mounds of her bulging breasts tremble resiliently as they surged against the confines of her bra, "but I didn't know anyone would be here."
"I knew you were there. I've been watching you for the past few days. Your game seems to be getting better."
She chuckled, looking back up at me. "It doesn't seem that way to me. I still lose four or five balls on eighteen holes."
"Why don't you get one of the pros to help you?"
Her smile disappeared and a shadow flashed across her face as she turned slightly and looked out through the trees toward the fairway. I looked at her, my eyes devouring the smooth lines of her thighs and hips outlined by her well fitted slacks, then our eyes met again as she turned her face back toward me. "It's just exercise, and I'm doing it because the doctor suggested it, not because I have any great interest in golf."
"My name's Jim Harrison-what's yours?"
"Julie Blalock."
The name immediately registered in my mind as that of a family which loomed large in the commerce and industry in the city, as well as both on the national and international levels. "Any relationship to George Rogers Blalock?"
She looked back toward the fairway again as she nodded slightly. "George Blalock is my husband."
I closed my mouth to stifle an exclamation of surprise; I knew George Blalock, a wily international tycoon of wide reputation, to be over sixty years old. "Sorry-I didn't mean to pry. I just didn't understand how one of the Blalock family would be playing golf on a city course. Your family must have membership in half a dozen exclusive golf clubs, and it would seem to me that-"
She shook her head slightly, cutting me off. "I'm not going to make an ass of myself by driving back and forth between the roughs where someone I know can see me." The haunted look came into her eyes again for an instant, then disappeared as she smiled ruefully. "There's no danger of my being exposed to undesirable elements, though. I come early in the morning, when no one is here, and my husband has my sister-in-law and the chauffeur escort me every day I come. My chaperones are waiting for me at the club house now."
"Looks like you're sort of hemmed in."
She sighed and nodded fractionally, looking down at the ball. "I wonder how many strokes it will take to get that back out on the fairway," she said, changing the subject.
"None, if you'll just pick it up and throw it out."
"That would be improving my lie. One shouldn't cheat."
"One should do whatever in hell they want to as long as it doesn't hurt anyone else. There's no one else within miles of here, and you don't have to worry about my telling anyone anything you don't want me to."
I looked straight into her eyes as I talked to give my words a deeper meaning, and the flush spread back up from her soft throat. Her gaze faltered and she started to drop her eyes, then she raised her chin slightly as she kept her eyes fixed on. mine. There was a deep, searching look in her eyes as they remained locked on mine for a moment, and her eyes finally moved away from mine as she bent over to pick up the ball. She tossed it with a quick snap of her arm, it arced high into the air, then it bounced a couple of times as it rolled back out on the fairway. There was a slow smile playing around her lips as she looked back at me. "like that?"
I nodded. "Or I could have thrown it for you and it would have gone further."
She blinked her eyes, and her long, curved lashes rested against her cheeks for an instant. "Then we would have been cheating together," she said softly.
"Nothing wrong with that, either, because no one else would even know the difference."
She started to say something else, then her face flushed to a crimson color as she stopped herself and turned to walk back toward the golf cart. I watched the graceful swaying of her firmly rounded buttocks as she walked a few feet, then she turned as she reached the edge of the copse of trees. "Will you be here tomorrow?" she asked.
"Will you be playing golf tomorrow?"
"I had planned to go shopping, but I think I'll play golf instead."
"Then I'll be here."
She nodded with a slightly strained smile on her lips, then she turned and disappeared through the trees. A moment later I heard her golf cart, and I walked to the edge of the trees to watch her. She made a good shot to the green on the sixteenth hole and got back on her cart, then she turned to wave at me just before she went out of sight around a curve in the fairway.
I thought about her for the rest of the day, and I was in a frenzy of passionate longing for her body by the time I went home that night. Barbara sensed that my need for sex was an urgent clamoring within me, and after we ate dinner she returned with me to the apartment and sat by me on the couch to take my cock into her mouth. She played with me expertly, bringing me to a raging heat of trembling muscles and gasping lungs then suddenly stopping with my cock and balls gripped tightly in her small hands as she waited for the climax to recede. The orgasm swelled and ebbed several times as she analyzed the pressure within me and gauged how close she could bring me to a peak of ecstasy without letting me break through, then she finally forced me into a powerful climax and sucked the come from my cock until I was weak and exhausted. It was only a temporary measure to release the immediacy of my need, however, and after Barbara had kissed me and gone home I went to bed and had a wet dream of the beautiful Julie, awakening as I undulated against the mattress and a stream of hot come poured out of my cock.
I was up early the next morning, and I was clearing the brush out of the trees again shortly after seven o'clock. The early morning air was cool and brisk, and I worked furiously to keep myself warm and to keep from looking up the fairway in search for the woman when my logic told me that it was still the time she would be having breakfast. It was about eight o'clock when I broke through the wall of brush into a small, hidden glade in the depths of the copse. Deer had evidently been bedding down in the short, thick grass which covered the ground like a soft, living carpet, and there were low, narrow crawl spaces through the underbrush which radiated out from the small den in the trees, paths which animals had worn down. I was slightly tired from the pace I had set myself and the air was beginning to warm up, making me sweat, and I stretched out on my back in the thick grass, looking up at the patches of blue sky which glinted through the dense canopy of foliage. There was a soft, distant droning in my ears like the sound of a hovering mosquito, and as it slowly became louder I recognized it as the sound of a golf cart running at full speed.
She smiled at me as she drove the cart into the thicket of trees, steering it between them until she was a few feet from me, then she turned the motor off and sat looking at me, her breasts heaving slightly from the exertion of controlling the cart at high speed. "These are fun to drive fast," she said, giggling throatily.
"They're easy as hell to turn over when they're driven too fast. You could have hurt yourself."
"Not this morning-I feel too good," she said, the edges of her pearly teeth glinting between her red lips.
I walked to the cart and put out my hand to help her step down. "You're here early."
She nodded, averting her eyes as I held her warm, soft hand in mine and she stepped down from the cart. "I drove the ball around the first bend in the fairway, then I came here as soon as I was out of sight of the club house."
I was still holding her hand in mine, and she made no effort to withdraw it as she stood looking at the ground. I took her other hand in mine and held it, moving closer to her, and a shadow of a warm flush spread across her soft throat and cheeks. "I couldn't sleep last night. I kept dreaming of you and waking up again."
She looked up at me, her bright, blue eyes wide and serious. "I thought of you too, Jim."
I put my hands on her waist and pulled her closer to me, and she kept her eyes fixed on mine as I felt her warm, smooth skin through the light fabric of her blouse. Her eyes slowly closed and her long, curved lashes lay on her smooth cheeks as I slid my hands up her back and took her into my arms. She pillowed her head against my shoulder as I pulled her warm, soft body to mine, and I lowered my lips toward hers. She was passive for a moment as my mouth covered hers and the tip of my tongue moved back and forth along her soft, red lips, then there was a whisper of sound from her throat as she came alive in my arms. Her arm curled around my neck as she pressed her lips against mine, then her mouth opened as my tongue slid between her lips and teeth. Her tongue pressed against mine, flicking back and forth, and her lips pulled and tugged at my tongue. Our tongues touched and fondled each other between our open lips for a moment, entwining and moving over each other as our saliva mingled, then the warm, sweet taste of her mouth filled mine as I stiffened my tongue and pressed it further into her mouth. My hands moved up and down her back, feeling her smooth skin and firm flesh through the silky blouse, and I moved the tip of my tongue around the inside of her mouth and the edges of her teeth. Her fingers laced into my hair as she pulled my head down and pressed her mouth harder against mine, and my hand slowly moved up her side to gently cup one of her jutting breasts. I could feel the firm, resilient flesh of her large, jutting breast through her blouse and bra, and my cock began trembling in the first tentative stirring of a hard-on as I held her to me, thrust my tongue deep into her mouth, and fondled her warm body.
Our lips parted, and she pressed her face to my chest as we clutched each other and our chests heaved with passion. "I couldn't sleep last night either, Jim. I lay there and thought of this for hours. I wanted to meet you and I knew you wanted to meet me, but I don't know if I should do this...." Her voice trailed off as she shook her head slightly.
"You want to, Julie, and I want to. No one else will ever know. It'll make things a little easier for both of us, and especially for you if you're watched as closely and kept cooped up as much as you seem to be."
She sighed softly, nodding. "It's not easy, being married to an older man. He gives me everything I want, but he's moody and suspicious, and he has people watching me all the time. He's disappointed because I haven't become pregnant, too." She suddenly uttered a small, wry chuckle. "That's the main reason I began learning golf. The doctor recommended that I get out of the house more and get more exercise."
"If not getting pregnant has been a problem for you, maybe I could help," I said in a half-teasing voice, squeezing her breast softly.
She suddenly stiffened in my arms and looked up at me. Her wide, blue eyes looked seriously into mine for a moment as she thought about what I had said, then she laughed softly. "You know, I didn't even think of that. I came here to meet you with every intention of making love if it worked out, and it never occurred to me that I might become pregnant. Do you think I could? It would make things a lot better for me...." Her voice trailed off again as she looked away from me, staring sightlessly through the trees.
"I can't say for sure that you'll catch anything, but I can make sure that you have an adequate exposure."
She glanced up at me, her eyes dancing in response to the playful tone of my voice, and her face flushed a crimson color as I looked down at her. She started to say something else, but I covered her lips with mine and probed my tongue between her teeth. Her mouth opened wide as my tongue thrust into her, and there was a sucking pressure inside her mouth which drew my tongue into her until the tip of it was touching the back of her throat. I held her to me and fondled her warm, passionate body with my hands as she held her lips in a tight, oval curve and I fucked her mouth with my tongue, and I could feel my rapidly hardening cock pressing against her soft thigh. I gradually became more aroused as I felt and kissed her, and the throbbing need for her which had glowed in me since the day before became fanned into a white hot rage of desire. Rippling tingles of anticipation shot through me, making my muscles knot and tremble, and I longed to throw her to the ground and rip her clothes away so I could sink my trembling cock deep into her soft body. The knowledge that she wanted my sperm deep in her body so it would germinate and sprout into new life made my desire for her much more acute, and the hungry gnawing lanced through me in roaring waves as I moved my hands over her and clutched her to me.
She felt my passion mounting, and she responded eagerly. She pressed her pussy against my thigh as she undulated with slow, tense movements of her hips, and she clutched handfuls of my hair as she pulled my head down and pressed her mouth upward against mini My hand fondled her full breast more firmly, and she thrust the curved orb against my hand with a quick movement of her body.
Our lips parted when we began gasping for air and my arousal mounted to an imperative, immediate need to feel her skin under my hands. I stepped to the golf cart and snatched the canvas cover from the rear compartment, then I led her to the concealed glade I had found. She gave an exclamation of delight when we entered the small bower, and she looked around, her eyes shining with pleasure at the beauty of the place. There was a small, white flower almost hidden in the thick growth of short grass, and she knelt to cup it gently between her hands as she looked at it. I looked at her, my eyes drinking in the symmetrical beauty of her jutting breasts, rounded thighs, and curved hips, then I spread the canvas out on the grass and reached to take her hand.
She was relatively inexperienced, and her hesitant, almost virginal reluctance to completely bare her body to my gaze seemed to make her much more desirable and stimulated my need to see her lying naked on the canvas. She turned her blushing face away and looked down at the ground as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and I knelt on the edge of the canvas to tug it out of her slacks and pull it off her. I ran my lips back and forth across the soft, delicate curve of her bare shoulders as I tossed her blouse to one side, then moved my fingers up and down her sides. She shivered as she moved closer to me, and I wrapped my arms around her as I felt the soft skin on her flat stomach and moved my hands over the tightly stretched cups of her bra. I slid my hands around her and searched for the catch on the back of her bra, then I fumbled at it with my trembling fingers as she sat and looked at the ground, unresisting and passively waiting for me to do as I wanted. I finally got the catch loose and pulled the bra off her, and her jutting breasts surged out of the confines of her bra in twin mounds of gleaming, curved beauty. I looked down at them, slowly moving the tips of my fingers over them and savoring the taut, silky feel of her skin, then I bent over and kissed the rosy crest of one of her nipples. A shudder passed through her as my lips touched her, and her hand was suddenly on the back of my head, pressing my lips to her nipple as she thrust her body up toward me.
I put my hands on her shoulders and pressed her back, and she stretched out on the canvas and closed her eyes. I bent over her and buried my lips in the tender flesh of her soft throat and my hands moved over her bare breasts, feeling and squeezing them, then I moved back and forth across her shoulders with my lips and tongue. I moved slowly down toward her breasts, pinching her skin softly between my lips and touching it with the tip of my tongue, and she arched her back to press her breasts up toward my hands as my lips approached them. I pressed my lips up under the bulging curve at the base of one of her breasts and nuzzled her as I felt the resilient mound with my hands, then I moved up the curve toward her nipple as I let the tip of my tongue trail out on her skin. She gave a small murmur and pressed up harder against me as I approached her nipple, then a long sigh came from her mouth as the tip of my tongue flicked across it. I took her nipple between my lips and held it gently as I flicked my tongue back and forth across it, and her nipple stretched and hardened between my lips as her hand combed slowly through my hair and pressed my mouth down toward her breast.
I sat up and looked down at her. She opened her eyes and looked at me for an instant, then closed her eyes again and turned her face away as the deep flush spread up across her features again. I looked at her beautiful face, a triumphant throbbing racing through me as I thought about my good fortune and sheer luck in meeting her and achieving success with her, then I reached down toward the fastener at the waistband of her slacks. I opened it and pushed the zipper down, then I pushed her slacks down over her hips as she braced herself and raised her hips off the canvas to help me. My cock trembled and throbbed against the front of my pants as her bikini panties and her smooth, white thighs were revealed, and I reached down to slip her shoes and stockings off. I took them off her and placed them to one side, then I pushed her slacks down and pulled them off her feet. She put one arm across her breasts and involuntarily flexed her knee and turned sideways to shield her pussy from my ravenous gaze, and her body jerked slightly as I slid my fingers down into her panties to feel the bun of soft hair between her thighs. I slowly combed my fingers through the small patch of curly hair for a moment, and the muscles in her body relaxed as her thighs parted. She braced herself and raised her hips off the canvas again as I pushed the panties down, then she lay waiting for me in all her glorious, naked beauty as I stood up to jerk my clothes off, my fingers numb and clumsy as I gazed down at her.
The air was cool against my skin, but the sun had warmed it slightly and the surrounding mass of briers and undergrowth which concealed us also sheltered us from the slight breeze. She had one forearm across her eyes and the other one shielding her breasts, and she had again slightly flexed one of her knees to partly conceal her pussy with her thigh. I knelt by her and leaned over her as I moved my lips across her shoulders again, and I could feel the slight trembling of her body as shivers raced through her. My lips moved on down toward her breasts, and I took one of her nipples between my lips to caress it with the tip of my tongue. She gave a slight sigh and put her hand on my head, and she began combing her fingers through my hair as I let her gradually stiffening nipple slide between my lips to suck it. She stirred and moaned as I sucked her nipple gently, and the movement of her fingers through my hair became more urgent. I let more of her breast slide into my mouth and sucked at it harder, and she pressed down on the back of my head as she thrust her breast up toward my lips. I opened my mouth wide and took as much as I could of her breast as I began sucking at it harder, and I slowly slid my fingers down her naked body to comb them through the nest of hair between her thighs. She writhed on the canvas and moaned louder as her thighs slid apart, and I cupped her pussy in my hand as I sucked her breast. She pressed the back of my head urgently and whimpered as she pressed her breast into my mouth, and her pussy thrust up against my hand as she undulated her hips. I gently massaged her soft vulva between my fingers as I slid my lips through the downy valley between her breasts to suck at the other one, and she grasped my head in both hands and thrust her breast into my mouth. When her body was trembling with arousal and writhing from side to side on the canvas, I took my mouth from her breast and moved my lips slowly down her body.
She gave a small cry and her body jerked convulsively as I tongued her swiftly in the navel, and her legs spread wide apart as I nibbled at the edge of the triangle of hair between her thighs. I moved my lips around her pussy as I kept fondling it with my fingers, and I traced down the inside of one of her thighs with the tip of my tongue. She flexed both knees and spread her legs wide apart as she drew her heels up against her buttocks, and I moved around her to kneel on the canvas with my head between her soft thighs. I moved up and down her thighs, nibbling pinches of her skin between my lips and flicking the tip of my tongue from side to side on her satiny skin. Her moans became a constant, murmuring sound in my ears as I moved from one of her knees, down toward her pussy, around her pussy, then back up to the other knee. She whimpered softly and surged up at me with her pussy each time my mouth approached ft, and she began begging me in softly whimpered, incoherent pleas to drive my tongue into her pussy. She was surging up off the canvas in wild thrusts when I finally cupped her buttocks in my hands and sunk my tongue into her soft vulva.
She gave a long, low wail and clasped her thighs together around my head as she felt my tongue piercing her, and I stiffened my tongue to drive the tip of it up and down the crack in her vulva. She forced herself to relax and spread her legs apart as I began lapping her pussy with long, slow strokes of my tongue, and she undulated to press her pussy up toward me in rhythm with my tongue. I opened my mouth wide and sucked her vulva, then I stiffened my tongue again and searched for the opening of her pussy. I found it, and I began moving my head back and forth to fuck her with my tongue as she surged up against me. The warm, pungent taste of her body filled my mouth and my longing for her was a wild, urgent throbbing within me which made me numb to my surroundings as I felt for her clitoris with the tip of my finger. She tensed all over and uttered another cry as I touched it, then I began stroking it with my finger as I fucked her with my tongue. She slid the calves of her legs over my shoulders to brace herself as she thrust up toward me, and I felt the first taut ripples of a climax beginning to build up within her. The sensations racing through her body took her gradually closer toward an orgasm as her body writhed wildly on the canvas and her head tossed from side to side, and each muscle in her soft, warm body tightened in convulsive jerks as I forced her toward the ultimate peak of sensation. Waves of motion traveled from her shoulders to her hips, making her flat, smooth stomach ripple as her pussy surged up at my mouth, then she clamped her thighs together around my head again as her hips thrust up off the canvas. She clamped her wrist in her mouth to stifle the ecstatic outcry as she finally broke through, then her body went into the throes of a climax. I moved my finger back and forth across the tiny, hard nub of her clitoris as rapidly as I could as I slid my tongue in and out of her pussy, and I wrapped my arm around her thighs to hold her down on the canvas as the orgasm wracked her body. She finally collapsed on the canvas in a loose sprawl, and I continued to lick her pussy until she was shuddering and whimpering for me to stop.
I lay down on the canvas by her and held her in my arms as she trembled all over and her jutting breasts heaved with the laboring of her lungs for air. The mad racing of her heart and her heavy breathing finally began to moderate, and she gave a long sigh as she pressed her face into the hollow of my shoulder and nestled closer to me. "That felt heavenly, darling," she murmured. "I've never felt that good before."
I stroked her long blonde hair and kissed the top of her head. "It felt good to me too, honey."
She moved her head and looked up at me. "I'd like to do the same thing to you, but...."
"But there's no way it could make you pregnant, right?"
She nodded, smiling slightly.
"Well, you can do it for a little while, then I'll put it in your pussy to come. How's that?"
She nodded again. "I'd like that. I want to feel it in my mouth."
I pushed myself up on one knee and gently raised her to a sitting position. "Let's do it like this," I said, crouching in front of her with my knees bent and the head of my trembling cock a few inches from her full, red lips.
She gave me a quick smile and nodded once again, reaching for my cock and balls. I inched closer to her and held her beautiful face between my hands as my cock approached her lips, and she opened her mouth wide to take it in. I looked down at her and cupped her face in my hands as I gently inserted my swollen cock between her lips, then I held myself still as she closed her mouth on it. She pressed my cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth as she moved her head forward to let more of it sink into her mouth, and every nerve in my body shrieked from the sensation of her hot, damp mouth enfolding my cock. My muscles tightened and my knees began trembling uncontrollably as she cupped my balls and slowly moved her head back and forth to fuck herself in the mouth with my cock, and my hips involuntarily undulated to press more of it into her. She pulled her head back and let my cock slide slowly from her mouth, then she stuck her tongue out to trace around my cock with it. She stiffened her tongue and wriggled the tip of it as she slid it around the head of my cock, and I groaned in ecstasy from the feel of her tongue and the sight of her mouthing my cock. She cupped my balls firmly in one hand and grasped the base of my cock in her other hand as she opened her mouth wide again, then she thrust her head forward and let my cock sink deep into her mouth. She moved back and forth a couple of times, letting the head of my cock touch the back of her throat and exerting a sucking pressure in her mouth as she pulled back. She let my cock slip from her mouth with a lingering pressure of her lips around it, then she lapped at it again with her tongue before she took it back into her mouth. My knees began shaking and my muscles tightened with convulsive jerks, so that I couldn't maintain my crouching position in front of her. Her sucking lips followed my cock as I slid down on the canvas to lie down on my back, and she bent over me as she began sliding her head up and down on my cock with a gradually increasing rhythm. The ecstatic sensation of her mouth on my cock and the sight of the beautiful woman bending over me began to tear my control away, and I felt the semen begin to balloon up into a flood which threatened to break. I sat up and took her shoulders as I stopped her movements, and she took her mouth away from my cock as she began tracing up and down the inside of my thighs with the tip of her tongue. She kept her hand on my cock and slowly stroked it as she titillated me on the sensitive inside of my thighs with her tongue, and when she took my cock back into her mouth the come immediately began to surge against my control. I sat up and put my hands on her shoulders again. "Wait a minute, honey. I'm about to come again."
She took her mouth away from my cock and turned her face toward mine. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were damp and shining with saliva. "So soon?"
"You're too Goddamned good at that."
She giggled and pressed my cock against the side of her face with her hand. "That's because I like to do it."
"Well, I'm going to come if you do it much longer. Roll over on your back."
She stretched out on her back and spread her legs wide apart, holding her arms up toward me. "I'm glad you controlled yourself and saved it for me, darling. Come on and put it in me."
"The way I feel, I won't be able to get it all in before I come."
"That's all right as long as you come in me," she whispered, putting her arms around my neck and smiling up at me with shining eyes.
I positioned myself between her widespread legs and pressed the head of my cock against her pussy, and she put both hands down to help me guide it into her. She wriggled her firm buttocks as she brought the opening of her pussy up to the tip of my cock and spread her vulva apart with my cock, then the head of it slipped into her as I gave a quick thrust with my hips. She closed her eyes and hissed through her teeth as I tightened from the feel of my cock sliding into her hot pussy, then I moved my hips in slow, gentle thrusts to press more of it into her. She held the shaft of my cock between her fingers until the head of it was sliding smoothly into her pussy, then she put her arms around my neck again as she put her feet against my calves.
I cupped her buttocks in my hands as I began fucking her with slow, steady thrusts of my swollen cock, and she pressed her feet against my calves as she responded with strong movements of her hips. I gradually worked my cock into her until half of its length was sinking into her tight pussy each time I thrust forward, then I relaxed on her soft body as I began fucking her harder. She spread her legs wider and wrapped her legs around my hips with a quick, lithe movement. My cock sunk all the way into her up to the thick part of the shaft and my balls pressed against her firm ass as I thrust forward into her again, and I tightened my arms around her as I began fucking her with long, hard strokes of my cock. The sensation of my cock sinking deep into her warm, eager body made the semen quickly knot up and strain against my control again, and she felt the urgent trembling within me as she began whispering passionately for me to let the come flood out into her. The sound of her eager whispers and the knowledge that she wanted my come in her body quickly broke my control down, and I trembled on the verge of a climax as I continued to fuck her with rapid thrusts, pounding my swollen cock deep into her belly. She wriggled her hips from side to side as I thrust into her, and the feel of her vibrant body moving under mine shattered my control. The come lurched upward in a gushing flood which felt as though it was tearing out my very being with it, and I slammed my cock into her in wild, violent thrusts as the semen began spurting out into her. She gave a glad cry, and the sensation of the hot come pouring from my cock triggered another climax in her. I shook all over in spasmodic convulsions as she writhed under me and my come poured out into her, then I collapsed limply on top of her.
Nine
Julie and I met at least a couple of times each week for almost as long as the job lasted. She let it trail off to a slow ending rather than breaking abruptly off. She came once a week for a couple of weeks, giving vague answers when I asked her why she didn't come more often, then a week went by and she didn't come at all. I saw her a couple of months later. Her husband was taking her to a hundred dollar a plate political dinner at a downtown hotel, and they blended in well with the shimmer of mink, sparkle of diamonds, and glitter of automobile chrome at the hotel entrance. He was old but dignified in his tuxedo, and she looked very chic in her sequin sheath dress and mink cape, and I could detect only the slightest beginning of thickness in her hips and waist from the baby I had given her.
Giving Julie up didn't represent a problem, because the slender, demanding Barbara kept me drained and exhausted. I exerted myself to perform with Barbara, because her occasional withdrawn moods indicated that she might be vindictive if she found out about another woman. Moreover, I never seemed to tire of her slender body and her scintillating personality, and I didn't want to lose her. She always brought her school books with her to the apartment, either as a cover story for her absence or because she came straight there after school, and I began helping her with her homework. It began from idly leafing through her books as we waited for my physiology to recover, and it finally developed into an interesting pastime for both of us. She was intrigued by the fact that I knew more than her teachers about some of the subjects, I responded to the challenge of stimulating her interest in her school work, and her grades began to dramatically improve as a result of our reading and discussions while lying naked on the bed with books scattered around us.
I continued to be puzzled by her attraction to me. The idea that she had wanted me to spite her mother or that it had been a spur of the moment impulse for her had long since been disproved by the time factor if nothing else, and I began to wonder if I somehow represented a father figure to her. She avoided the subject, and when I began to work around to it the train of thought it triggered in her mind usually stimulated her need for me, ending the conversation as she wrapped her slender arms and legs around me and pressed one of her small, hard breasts into my mouth. I broached the subject directly one night as we lay panting and quivering after a shattering simultaneous climax, and she shook her head impatiently as she turned her small, triangular face away.
"Can't you believe that I love you, Jim? I've told you before that I do. I love you, and that's all there is to it."
"I'm not sure you're old enough to know what love is, or to know-"
"Bullshit. You know too much about things for your own good, and on top of that you're old enough to believe that anyone younger than you doesn't know shit about anything."
"There is such a thing as being mature enough to distinguish between a true emotion and a manifestation of an emotion-"
"You know too many big words too, and you get all tangled up in them. If a doctor tries to tell you that you only think you have a headache, then he's wasting his breath as long as you really think your head hurts. In something like that, believing that it's true is the same thing as it being true. It's the same with love. If I think I love you, then I do. It doesn't have anything to do with age, either."
"What do you mean by that?"
She sighed as she rolled over. Her large blue eyes looked deep into mine for a moment, then a slight, almost sad smile crossed her face as she touched the tips of her small fingers to my face. "A woman is born knowing more about love than a sixty-year-old man knows, even if he's spent his whole life studying psychology. Love isn't the same thing to different people because they're different, not because one of them might be older than the other. If I could tell you precisely how I felt about you, then you would probably tell me that I'm not in love because it would be different from how you feel. Anyway, I think that the only time you love me is when we're balling. I'll settle for that, but you'd better never do it with another woman. I waited until Helen left so I could have you all by myself, but that's the only time I'll ever put up with another woman. I went through hell then, and I was a nervous wreck. Even Diana noticed it."
"That's what I can't figure out, Barb. Why would you do that, and how about the first night? We'd just met, and you couldn't have been in love with me then-"
"I wasn't, but I knew I was going to be," she said, a trace of exasperation creeping into her voice. "I knew I wanted you and that I'd want you all the time. It happened just as I knew it would."
"But it's more complicated than that, honey. Any emotion is a composite of feelings-"
"And a peacock is a composite of feathers, blood, guts, bones and shit."
I started to reply, then the full impact of what she had said penetrated, and I looked down at her small, serious face, surprised by the maturity of her observation; perhaps some things could be examined too closely. "You are a pretty smart chick, honey."
She wriggled toward me, a broad, child-like smile on her face. "No, I'm sly-like a fox. I caught you and I'm going to keep you, even if I have to fuck you to death to do it. Come on, let's do it again."
"Wait a minute," I laughed. "I can't get it on again that quickly."
She sat up and tugged at my arm. "Let's go to the bathroom and see if the hot and cold water will work. If that won't, then I'll suck on it until it gets hard. If that doesn't work, then I'll do something else. Come on."
I slid off the bed, laughing at her antics, and the subject was forgotten when she knelt in front of me on the bathroom floor to take my cock in her mouth and I put my hands on each side of her small head to fuck her in the mouth with my rapidly hardening cock.
Jones, the caretaker at the golf course, finally concluded that I had no inside pressure to exert in order to keep my job. He became more obnoxious as the days went by, ostentatiously demonstrating his authority every time someone was around, and I finally got a bellyful of his shit. I kept my cool until I had let him work his way completely out on a limb in front of a couple of women one morning, then I called him and offered to whip his ass for him. He had me by three inches and forty pounds, but we both knew that his years of dissolute living gave me a positive advantage.
He tried to wriggle out of the situation, but I called him every kind of cowardly mother-fucker I could think of and finally goaded him into swinging. The women had walked over to the club house as soon as the altercation became serious, and one of them, a petite brunette, was looking at us with a wild, dancing light in her eyes and an excited expression on her face when the blows started. My fingers sank into his soft belly up to my wrist, then he was flat on his back and white as a sheet after a couple of hard chops over his heart. I thought I had triggered a heart attack, but a couple of the handymen managed to bring him around. I knew my job was down the tubes, so as the people clustered around him I got back on the golf cart I had brought out and drove it back around to the shed.
I drove it into the back of the shed and switched it off, then I stepped down from the seat. There was a sound from the doorway, and I turned to look; it was the brunette who had enjoyed the fight. "Leaving so soon?" she asked, walking into the shed.
"It's time to leave, I guess," I replied, looking at her. She had an attractive face in spite of her somewhat bawdy smile, and the light blouse and short skirt she wore were neatly tailored to outline the smooth curves of her soft, well rounded body.
"Almost everyone else is," she chuckled. "They're loading him into a car to take him to the hospital. It's my sister-in-law who's organizing the effort-she's a bleeding heart."
I shrugged. "I hope he's not hurt too badly-he pissed me off, but I wouldn't want to put him all the way out of it."
"Jones is a pain in the ass. I'm glad you did it."
"You looked as though you were enjoying it."
A ghost of the dancing light came back into her eyes, and she suddenly laughed. "Do you mind?"
I shook my head. "Everyone has their own thing, and if it helped you out then I'm glad for you."
"What do you get over on?"
I walked slowly over to her and put my hands on her shoulders, staring down into her face. Her eyes were unwavering as they looked up into mine, and she had a small, excited smile on her face. "I'd be glad to show you, if you'd like to cooperate."
"I'll give you my telephone number," she breathed.
Reaction from my previous anger and the fight had set it, and combined with the growing desire I felt for the woman was a bursting need to release the pent up tension which pounded within me. "What's wrong with right now?"
"My sister-in-law is taking Jones to the hospital, but she'll be back and she'll be looking for me-"
"It'll take them a while to get to the hospital, then they'll hang around there for the examination. We could make it a quickie."
Her breath was coming in long, deep pants as she looked up at me and slowly licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, her expression a mixture of excitement and calculation, then she nodded toward the door. "Someone might come in and see us-"
"No one ever comes in here this time of the morning," I said, putting my arm around her shoulders and pulling her toward a dark corner of the shed. "Come on."
"How are we going to do it?" she whispered as she allowed me to lead her across the shed.
"We're going to do it so I can get off into you," I replied, tightening my arm around her shoulders and preparing to counter any resistance from her. "I need it and I need it bad, honey. I hope you get yours, too, but I've got to get over and I've got to do it now."
She surged toward me, pressing her body to mine and wrapping her arms around my neck. "Do whatever you want, darling," she whispered hotly. "I'll get it on if I know that I've done something for you."
I covered her full, warm lips with mine, and the sweet, minty taste of her saliva was in my mouth as her tongue slid between my lips. Her vibrant body trembled as she pressed herself to me, and I wrapped my arms around her as I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Her fingers clutched at my hair as I moved my hands up and down her body, fondling her, then I slid my hands down her back to cup her buttocks as she stood on tiptoe and pressed herself harder against me. I gathered her short skirt up in my fingers until I had the back of it up to her waist, then I fondled and caressed her smooth, firm buttocks through the thin fabric of her panties. She moaned deep in her throat as I ran the tips of my fingers over her buttocks, and I could feel my cock quickly stiffening until it was bulging out in my pants and pressing against her. She let herself back down on her feet again and moved away from me slightly as her hand slid down to cup my throbbing cock through my pants, and I took one of my hands away from her warm bottom to unzip my pants. I pushed the zipper down and took her hand in mine, then I guided her hand into my pants and shorts. A thrill of sensation shot through me as her groping hand touched my cock. She slid her hand further down and cupped my balls momentarily, then she wrapped her fingers around my cock and pulled it out of my pants.
Her lips were damp and shining with saliva when I took my mouth away from hers, and she held onto me as I pushed her backward a couple of feet toward a low packing crate. I pushed her shoulders downward, and she slowly moved down until she was sitting on the crate with the head of my trembling cock a couple of inches from her lips. I put my hands on each side of her head as she opened her mouth, then I hunched my hips forward to slide the head of my cock between her red, full lips. She opened her mouth wide to take my cock in, and the muscles in my thighs tensed from the sensation of her hot mouth on the head of my cock. I cupped her face in my hands as I moved my hips back and forth, fucking her in the mouth, and she passively sat on the box with her hands on my thighs as she held her mouth open to make a receptacle for my passion. I stood in front of her and fucked her in the mouth until the feel of her sucking mouth on my cock and the sight of my cock sliding into her beautiful face brought an orgasm swelling up within me, then I took my cock from her mouth and leaned over to lift her.
"What do you want me to do now, darling?" she whispered, saliva shining on her full lips.
"Take your panties off."
There was a whisper of fabric as she quickly pushed them down and stepped out of them, and she tossed them to one side as I led her over to the golf cart. I jerked the cushion off the seat and dropped it onto the back of the cart, then I turned her toward the cart with her back to me as I pushed her forward. "Lean over it, honey."
She understood what I wanted, and she bent over with her forearms on the cushion and her head resting on her forearms. I lifted her skirt up around her waist, and the dim light glowed on the soft, smooth skin of her delicately rounded buttocks. I positioned myself behind her, and she spread her legs apart and arched her back slightly as the head of my cock touched her vulva. I reached under her, groping for the mouth of her pussy with my fingers, and my hand brushed against hers as she reached back to help me guide my cock into her pussy. She grasped my cock lightly between her fingers and wriggled her hips slightly as she positioned herself and arched her back deeper, and I put my hands on her silky buttocks to feel them as I slowly pressed forward with my cock. She wriggled the head of my cock to spread her vulva apart, then the head of my cock suddenly slipped into her as she pushed back against me. She gave a small cry and I jerked with the sensation of the head of my cock sliding into her tight pussy, then I gripped her small, soft waist between my hands as I started pumping my cock into her. It slowly slid in, embedding itself in her hot pussy, and she took her hand away from my cock when it was gliding smoothly in and out of her pussy.
She whimpered softly as I began fucking her with long, hard strokes of my cock. The threads of sensation passing through her occasionally rose to a minor peak, and the muscles in her body tightened as she moaned louder. I had a firm control over my climax and I felt as though I could fuck for hours as I gripped her hips and fucked her, withdrawing my cock until only the head of it was in her pussy and thrusting it back into her until it was buried deep in her body. I slid my hand under her and into the nest of crisp hair between her thighs, then I felt for her clitoris with the tip of my finger. It was hard, trembling nub when I touched it, and she moaned softly as her body trembled in front of me.
I felt a quick, sudden desire to explore more of her body, and I stopped fucking her. "Unbutton your blouse-I want to feel your breasts."
She moved one hand down the front of her blouse, still bending over with my cock deep in her pussy, and when her blouse was open I pushed the back of it up around her shoulders and fondled the smooth, warm skin on her back. The sight of her soft, white body in front of me and the deep arch in her back as she held her pussy up to my cock inflamed me even more, and my fingers were awkward and trembling as I fumbled with the catch on her bra. It finally fell loose, and I bent over her as I slid my hands under her to cup her breasts. Her breath was coming in short pants and there was a slow, steady moaning coming from her throat as I felt her resilient breasts, and I began fucking her again with short, quick thrusts of my hips as I fondled her breasts.
Her body began thrusting urgently back against my cock as a climax began building up within her, and I could also feel the flood of come pressing against my control as I looked down at her beautifully curved body and felt her. I unfastened my trousers and let them fall down around my knees, then I grasped her firmly and thrust forward until my cock was completely buried in her and my belly was pressed against her silky buttocks. Our clothes were hanging on us in mad disarray and our bodies were tightly clutched together as I took my hands away from her breasts and slowly straightened back up to feel her buttocks and to look down at my cock gliding in and out between them.
She began trembling and shaking all over, and the growing flood of come within me pressed against the barrier of my control as it bordered on the verge of breaking through. She arched her back even deeper and dug her fingernails into the seat cover as an approaching climax began creeping into her movements, and I felt the come seeping through as my cock sunk into her up to my balls. Her small, muffled cry signaled the crest of sensation as she was swept over it, and I gripped her tiny waist firmly in my hands as I felt the flood of come gushing upward. I moaned and gasped as every muscle in my body became strained and tense, then I lunged my cock into her as hard as I could as I felt the come spurting out into her. The small shed seemed to swim and spin before my eyes as the orgasm seized me and my come gushed deep into her body, pounded home by the wild thrusts of my throbbing cock, and she gave a small shriek as she clutched the seat cushion and I hunched over her, pouring my come into her.
Ten
Spending most of my time with Barbara had placed me in a position of enforced economy simply because we didn't do anything or go anywhere which cost much money. I still had part of the thousand I'd taken from Helen's husband, plus everything I'd earned since, so I had more than enough money to last for the few days I was out of work. I glimpsed Moose the first day I was roaming around and looking for a job. My anger toward him for being kept away from the docks and market had abated during the weeks I had worked at the golf course, and the thought of doing anything to him didn't occur to me the first day I saw him. I saw him again a couple of days later, when I had been out of work three days and the enforced idleness was beginning to grate on me and a gnawing resentment began building up within me as I thought of not being able to work the docks because of him. Two more days went by, then I saw him and two of his cronies as they went into a small, dingy bar a couple of blocks from the market. I sat down on the cracked, dirty steps in the entrance of a deserted store across the street to wait for them to come back out, and a glowing rage slowly built up within me as the hours drifted by.
It was dark when they finally came out of the bar. They'd had plenty to drink, because their talk and laughter was loud and boisterous as they ambled along the sidewalk. I crossed the street at the intersection and walked toward them. They started to move to one side to let me pass, then they stopped and looked at me as I swerved in front of them again. Moose recognized me in the dim light coming from the streetlight at the intersection, and the beginnings of a sneering smile on his face disappeared in a smear of blood from his split lips as my roundhouse right rocked him backwards.
They were far from being helplessly drunk, and one of them split my right eyebrow with a bottle he was carrying in his hand. It made bright flashes of light in front of my eyes and addled me momentarily, but I recovered and twisted away before they could close on me. My dangerous anger faded and a calm, icy enjoyment filled me as I collected myself and settled down to the brute, physical contest. Mentors of years before lived briefly within me, ghosts of those who had helped make me as I was, a small, deadly instructor at Fort Benning, a blank-faced master of hand to hand combat in Seoul, a narrow-eyed, vicious, deaf mute instructor in Taipei, and others, flaring to a fleeting life as my hands, knees, feet, and elbows became weapons. Split seconds later two of them lay helpless and unconscious on the ground, and Moose looked at me open-mouthed and white-faced across the moaning, vomiting prone forms of his cronies. His face was slack and flabby with fear as the blood from my first blow trickled down his chin and wattled throat, and he turned to run. I darted forward and put my feet between his legs, and he cried out hoarsely in pain as he skidded along the sidewalk on his knees and elbows. He rolled over, sitting up, then the back of his head smacked into the sidewalk as my foot slammed into his face. I wiped the blood out of my right eye and started to close on him, then a tiny warning voice chattered in the back of my mind; if I touched him in the frenzy of hate and vengeance, I would kill, as I had done before. I dug a handkerchief out of my hip pocket and daubed at my eyebrow with it as I turned and walked away.
I met Barbara as she was coming down the stairs from my apartment, and her sullen, disappointed expression over my not being there changed to white-faced fright when she saw me. Her school books scattered as she raced down the stairs and clutched at me, looking apprehensively up at me with her wide blue eyes. Reaction had set in and I was feeling weak and shaky, but I laughed her fright away and made her gather up the books again before we went up to the apartment. She washed the blood off my face and made a makeshift bandage for my eye from band aids, then she called her mother and told her she was at a friend's house after she had called the friend and told her to substantiate the story if Diana called. We ate a couple of hamburgers she fixed, and my energy began to return as I watched her walking back and forth in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes, her small, delicately rounded buttocks moving with a natural, unaffected gracefulness. I pulled her onto my lap to kiss her, and she gingerly balanced herself on my thigh as she bent down to press her mouth to mine. I slid my hand up her thigh and under her skirt, and she pulled away from me to look down at me in surprise when I began feeling her pussy through her panties.
"We can't, darling. Don't you feel bad...? "
"I feel like hell, but I'm not dead and you look like an angel. I get horny every time I look at you.
She giggled, and her small teeth glinted between her lips as she reached under her skirt to tug her panties down so I could put my hand in them to feel her pussy. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, Jim."
"It was just a fight, honey. It's happened before, it'll happen again, and the world won't come to an end. Don't you want to do it?"
She closed her eyes and hissed through her teeth as the sensation of my hand on her pussy made her quiver all over, and she spread her legs further apart and pushed her panties further down so I could cup her vulva. "Oh, God, how I want to do it. I cried when I thought you weren't coming home, because I thought you might be with another woman. I needed to see you and talk to you more than anything else, but I also wanted to make love with you. I want to feel you deep in my body and to feel your body on top of mine."
Her tense, anguished whisper made the blood begin racing to my head, and my cock suddenly surged to a hard, trembling erection as I began panting in my heat of desire for her small, gamine body. I jerked my hand out of her panties and began fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. "Goddamnit, get your clothes off before I tear them off of you."
She slipped from my lap as her fingers moved quickly down the buttons on her blouse, then it fluttered across a chair as she unzipped her skirt. The radio in the kitchen was playing a heavy, throbbing melody, and her body swayed enticingly in rhythm with it as she undressed. She was not teasing or playing, because her dark blue eyes were glowing with passion and her face was flushed and serious with arousal, but she pirouetted and swung her firm, rounded hips at me in a motion calculated to arouse me to a state of raging passion. She stepped out of her skirt and kicked it to one side as she put her hands behind herself, and my eyes moved from her tiny waist to the swelling curve of her hips as she unfastened her bra. The bra fell off, and my eyes became riveted to her small, jutting breasts and their large, upturned nipples. She moved toward me, then glided away as I reached for her, and her hands slowly slid her panties down until the soft bun of thin, curly hair between her thighs was visible. I stood up and moved toward her, grasping at her, and she darted nimbly across the living room, pushing her panties down. She paused by the couch to step quickly out of her panties, then she threw herself down on the couch and spread her legs wide apart, with one foot on the floor and the other on the back of the couch.
I was gasping and shuddering in my gnawing desire to ram my cock deep into her body, and she lay with her body spread wide apart for me and looked languidly up at me through half closed eyes as I jerked at my clothes. I couldn't wait to undress, and I lowered my body onto hers after shoving my pants down and pulling my shirt out of the way. She clutched the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she reached down with both hands to guide my cock into her pussy. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes were clenched tightly closed as the head of my cock penetrated her, and I smothered her deep sigh with my mouth as I cupped her buttocks in my hands to drive my cock into her eager body.
We came in a quick, simultaneous climax, and my muscles felt like quivering jelly as my come flowed into her hot pussy and the tension drained from me. She squirmed as she unbuttoned my shirt so she could feel my bare chest against her, then she slipped her arms around me inside my shirt as she kissed the side of my face with quick, soft pecks. I almost fell asleep, then the ringing of the telephone jarred me awake.
We looked at each other in surprise, then I levered myself up off her and stumbled across the living room, pulling my pants up to keep from tangling my feet in them. A thin, girlish voice asked for Barbara, and I took the receiver from my ear as I turned to look at her. "It's for you. Who in hell do you know that knows this number?"
She gave me a calm, collected look as she got up and walked across the room. "I'm not ashamed of the fact that we're lovers, Jim," she said, reaching for the telephone.
It was the girl she had called earlier, and the girl apparently told her that Diana had called to verify the excuse. They laughed about it as I walked back across the room and sat down on the couch, pondering the various implications of others knowing the relationship between Barbara and me. She ended the conversation and replaced the receiver, then she turned toward the bathroom, holding her hand out toward me. "Come on, darling. Let's wash."
It was difficult to be irritated with her when she was naked, because I always felt an immediate resurgence of desire for her when I saw her slender, beautiful body. "How many people know this number and where I live?" I asked, getting up from the couch.
"No one knows the address, but a couple of close friends know the telephone number here so they can call me in an emergency. I'm here most of the time, you know, and someone might have to let me know that Diana's looking for me or something. Why do you mind so much?"
I looked down at her as I put my arm around her naked shoulders and felt her smooth, warm skin with the tips of my fingers. "Because I could get my ass hung for making it with you-you know that, honey."
She shook her head firmly. "Not a chance. Everyone who knows Diana hates her ass, and the only ones who know this number are very good friends of mine. Friends who won't get mad and do something to get back at me."
I shrugged, still not completely satisfied. "OK, if you say so, honey."
"Besides, there's no way we can be completely secretive about it. Remember the kids we saw in the theater?"
I nodded, thinking about the incident; we had gone to the flick a couple of weeks before on a Friday night, and we had met half a dozen or so teenagers who knew Barbara. From what had happened, it appeared that it was widely known that Barbara and I were on a steady basis, because the girls' eyes had reflected contained excitement and analytical assessment of me rather than surprise. Barbara's hand had remained firmly in mine and she had replied to their greeting in a calm, collected voice which seemed to reflect pleasure that they had seen us together, then the teenagers had gathered into a whispering, giggling clutch as we went on into the movie.
"Jesus, it's taking a chance, honey'. "
"Am I worth a chance?"
I looked down at her, and I moved my hand down to her firm, resilient breast. A thrill of desire and tenderness shot through me as I felt her small, hard breast and looked down at her. "I'd want to make it with you if I knew someone was going to shoot my ass the next minute for doing it," I said, my voice hoarse and trembling.
The strangely mature, adult side of her nature shone in her eyes as she smiled gently up at me. "Come on and let's wash," she said softly, "then I'll suck on it for you and make you feel good."
Eleven
My battered face put me at a disadvantage in trying to get a job, so I didn't even leave the apartment the next day. The day after, I read an advertisement in the newspaper which had been placed by a boat shop looking for a helper, so I took a bus to the waterfront district to see about it. It was a large, sheet-metal building on a backwater of the quay, with piles of timber, old packing crates, and discarded machinery, parts, and junk piled around it. I went in the small door in the back of the building, and I saw a man working around the rear end of a large boat which seemed to fill the building with its bulk. The boat was lapstreak construction and seemed to be about forty feet long, and it had the clean, flowing lines of a deep sea pleasure boat. I stumbled over a small pile of scrap wood as I walked around the boat, and the man bent over to look under the keel at me. "Who's there?"
'My name's Harrison-Jim Harrison. I came to set about the job."
"Well, come on around here where I can talk to you."
He walked back to the stern of the boat and dropped the tools he had been using on a workbench as he pulled a pipe from his hip pocket and turned toward me. He was a man of about fifty or fifty-five, medium height and heavy build, with lines of character and firm determination in his face. He clamped the pipe in his jaw as his gray eyes looked straight into mine, and there was a wet, sucking sound from it as he chewed the stem and talked. "Ever work in a boat shop before?"
"I worked in a boat repair shop in Seattle. I worked on fiberglass boats more than anything, making repairs and things like that, and I've also worked as a carpenter's helper a couple of times."
"From your accent, I'd say that you weren't from this area."
"I grew up in Georgia. I've been through here a couple of times before, and I got here a couple of months ago this time."
"What have you been doing?"
"Odd jobs, like working around the docks and so forth. The last job I had was at the golf course, working as a gardener."
He sighed and looked away, his eyes automatically moving over the lines of the boat. "You're the third one to come about the job. The other two just wanted something to build up their unemployment equity so they could start riding the public payroll again. What's your reason?"
"I want a job because I don't have one. I have enough money to make it for a while, but it won't last forever and I'll need money to pay my bills."
"Your face looks like you were run over by a bulldozer."
"I got into a fight."
"He must have been a mean son of a bitch."
"There were three of them."
There was suddenly a twinkle of humor in his gray eyes. "Then you must be a mean son of a bitch."
I shrugged and laughed. "No, but I don't like to be fucked with. The people I've worked for have never had any complaints about my work."
He looked down at the floor and shoved at a pile of wood scraps and shavings with his toe as he thought for a moment, then he took the pipe from is mouth and gave a quick nod. "All right, we'll see how it works out. The pay is two dollars an hour for as many hours as you want to work. There's no union here, and I pay in cash on Friday."
I nodded. "Sounds good to me." He put me to work driving screws. The hull of the boat was in the final stages of construction and most of the screws had already been driven, but there were a couple of areas on the bow which hadn't been finished. It was painstaking, exacting work. He was a neat, careful worker, and the rows of screws along the side of the boat were perfectly straight along the lines of the ribs, with the head of each screw countersunk so it was exactly flush with the surface of the wood. He pointed out the tools and the boxes of brass screws, then returned to finish what he had been doing on the keel as I set the ladder at the side of the boat and looked it over. It wasn't difficult work, but I had to keep climbing up and down the ladder to check where I was drilling the inset holes to be sure I kept in a straight line, and my arm became numb from the effort of leaning against the screwdriver to drive the screws into the hardwood without burring the head of the screw.
After he went to lunch I looked around and found a ball of twine, and I made a guideline to stretch between the gunwales and keel so I could keep the screws in a straight line with less effort. Remembering a tip I had once picked up from an old carpenter, I went to the small toilet in the corner of the building and broke a piece off the bar of soap on the hand basin, and I used the soap to lubricate the threads of the screws so they would bite into the wood with less pressure on the screwdriver. By the time he came back from lunch, I had completed a couple of rows of screws and he nodded in satisfaction as he glanced over my work. I kept at it until I had completed one section of the bow, then I took a short break and went down the street to pick up a hamburger from a greasy spoon. I got it to go, and ate bites of the hamburger as I drilled the inset holes to start another row of screws.
He was an easy man to work for, generally silent and intent on what he was doing, but pleasant enough and understanding when I ran into something I knew nothing about. The job settled down to a routine of riding the bus from the apartment to the boat shop at about seven in the morning, then returning about five in the afternoon, seven days a week. I was apprehensive the first couple of days because I didn't know what sort of retaliation to expect from Moose. I knew he wouldn't get the police involved, but there was sufficient-likelihood of getting the shit kicked out of me by a dozen dock workers that I kept a wary eye on each alley I passed for a few days. When the days peacefully followed each other without anything happening, I concluded that he must have either accepted what had happened as the price of getting rid of me and didn't want to cause further trouble, or he didn't know where I lived and didn't want to put out enough effort to find out.
The boat builder's name was Johnson, and the occasional man who came in to visit or to see him on business usually referred to him as "Bud." His wife was a small, dowdy woman a few years younger than he was, and he had a couple of children who were unusually young considering his age. When his wife brought them around, he always dropped what he was doing and devoted all of his attention to them with the doting manner older fathers usually have, but I always kept at my work because his wife looked at me with a hungry glare which promised nothing but trouble and I don't like to be around spoiled kids.
There was a strong look of disapproval on his face the first time Barbara brought lunch to me. When I introduced them he controlled himself with a visible effort and responded with the gravely courteous manner of an adult who is trying not to be condescending toward a child, then he immediately returned to his work. As soon as she left he came over to the bench where I was mixing the primer to put the first coat on the hull.
"Don't you think that little girl is too young for you?"
I stopped stirring the primer and turned to look at him. "Are you going to start nosing around in my business?"
He started to say something, then he stopped himself and looked away, staring blankly at the wall as he thought. He nodded and grunted after a moment. "You're right-it's not my business. But God damn it, Harrison, she's just a kid."
"She doesn't think she is, and I don't in most respects."
He took a deep breath and gnawed at his pipe savagely, making the muscles in his jaws ripple, then he nodded shortly. "All right, I'll butt out," he muttered, turning away. He walked a couple of steps, then he turned back and looked at me. "God damn it, you'd better be good to that little girl, though. I'll kick your ass if you mistreat her." He walked another couple of steps, then turned again. "What in hell does her father think about this?"
"She doesn't have one-he died when she was a baby. She also doesn't have a drug habit, which is something I look after, and she doesn't have a head full of shit like a lot of kids. All she has is a mother who doesn't want her and makes her call her by her first name, and me."
He looked at me for a long moment, then put his pipe back in his mouth and went back to work.
By the next day he had accepted the situation enough to be able to give Barbara a friendly if somewhat fatherly smile when she brought lunch again. She usually came three or four times a week, depending on what class she had immediately after lunch and whether or not she could be late, and she began picking me up after work in the small, battered car she drove. By the time we had finished varnishing the boat and had moved it out of the shop and into stays at the high-tide line on the dock, Barbara had become a more or less accepted fixture. The first time Johnson's wife saw her the woman's face was livid with righteous indignation, and after that she usually kept away from the shop at times when Barbara might be there.
The work on the boat progressed rapidly after the hull and cabin were completed. We rented a truck mounted winch to lower the engine onto the mounts in the hold, then we installed the forward fuel bays and finished off the decking! The installation of the drive shaft and its bushing supports took a couple of days, because they had to be absolutely true to keep from damaging the bushings when the screw was engaged. It was finally finished, and we began working on the cabin controls, instruments, and trim. The boat had been sold under contract while it was in the early stages of being built, and the owner began occasionally visiting to look around when it was nearing completion.
He was an insurance executive, a fat, balding man in his early fifties who had an overbearing personality. Johnson responded to the man's domineering attitude with the calm, unruffled insolence of the craftsman toward the dilettante, and I kept my temper under control out of consideration for Johnson. His name was Wilson, and his wife was a beautifully built blonde of about thirty-five who had a quick smile, a soft, throaty voice, and a roving eye. I wanted to fuck her as much out of spite for him as desire for her, but I refrained from making any advances because of Barbara's proximity to the situation.
Barbara and I were sitting on the afterdeck eating lunch one day, and I saw Wilson's Cadillac pull up at the side of the dock. He was out of my line of vision as soon as he walked onto the gangplank, and I heard him and Johnson talking in the cabin. A few minutes later he walked around a pile of gear stacked up on the deck, and a broad smile crossed his red, heavy jowled face.
"Hello, who's this?"
"Barb, this is Wilson, the boat owner. This is my girl, Barbara."
Barbara nodded, chewing a bite of cheeseburger, and Wilson put his cigar between his jaw teeth as he beamed down at her. He glanced at the school book we had been discussing, and his smile changed to a leer. "Is he helping you with your homework, Barbara? I'd be glad to help you too, you know."
"If you take care of your own homework you'll be doing everything you can handle," I snapped.
He gave me a cool look. "I was talking to the lady."
"I'm a girl, not a lady," Barbara said in a low, controlled voice, "and Jim can speak for me anytime he wants to."
"So that's how it is, is it?"
"That's right," I said. "It also pisses me off if anyone thinks I'm such a dull fucker that they can make a pass at my girl in front of me."
"I'm not worried about what pisses you off."
"You will be when I get pissed off enough to get up from here and kick your fat ass."
His face slowly turned crimson as Barbara giggled and he glared at me stonily. "You must not think much of your job."
"Not enough to listen to your shit-"
"His job isn't in any danger," Johnson said coolly, walking around the pile of gear on the deck.
"God damn it, you didn't hear what he said to me-"
"I got the drift of.the conversation, and I'll thank you to keep language like that for the bilge tanks while Barbara is here. If you harass Jim and start a fight with him, that's between you and him. If you start interfering with his work, then you can stay off this boat until it's finished and you take possession of it."
Wilson brought himself under control with a struggle; it was evident that he didn't want serious trouble with Johnson. "Hell, I didn't mean anything," he said with a weak, sickly smile. He took his cigar from his mouth and waved it aimlessly. "I was just being friendly with the kid."
Johnson nodded and walked away and Wilson dallied for a moment, bending over to look at the stack of gear, then he put his cigar back in his mouth as he straightened back up. "Well, perhaps you and your boyfriend would like to take a ride on the boat when it's finished," he said, glancing at Barbara.
She shrugged. "What's the big deal about a boat?"
"Well, your boyfriend doesn't have one."
She plucked a slice of pickle from her cheeseburger and popped it into her mouth, then she gave him a broad smile as she chewed it with relish. "He doesn't need one," she said, then she threw her head back and laughed as she put her arm around my waist and leaned against me.
Wilson's face flushed again, then he turned and left. I put my arm around Barbara and squeezed her firm buttocks with my hand, and she laughed again as she wriggled her bottom and looked up at me.
Johnson began talking about the next boat he would build as we were working in the cabin that afternoon. There had been another man working with him before I came, and the man had left to open a boat repair shop in San Francisco. They'd had a more or less permanent working arrangement for years, and Johnson sounded me out on an agreement to help him build at least another boat, and perhaps two or three.
"I don't know," I said, shaking my head. "I don't like to be tied down too hard to any one thing."
"It's about time you changed your way of thinking. You're well past the age at which a man should make a determination on what he's going to do for the rest of his life. You're damn sure not a ass, but that's how you're going to end up if you don't make up your mind. You're a good worker and I'd like to make some sort of permanent arrangement with you, maybe even a partnership. It's the best thing that could ever happen to you-if you'd marry Barbara and settle down to a permanent situation you'd be a lot better off."
"How do you know what it would take to satisfy me? I have my own-"
"I'm not talking about you satisfying yourself. I'm talking about fulfilling your responsibilities and having a meaningful life."
"What's meaningful to you might not be the same to me. Besides, I don't have any responsibilities."
"Yes you do-you have responsibilities to yourself and to Barbara."
I thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Maybe I do. If I do, then maybe I'll ignore them. I don't know-I'll think about it."
He nodded. "Do, and think hard."
I finished trimming the hole in the panel for the tachometer and slid the instrument into place; it was a tight, smooth fit, and I grunted in satisfaction as I pulled it back out and searched in the box for the electrical leads to fasten to the back of it. "What kind of boat do you plan to build?"
"Well, I always look the market over before I begin anything, and I try to get at least a tentative agreement from a buyer. But I don't know-the price of materials has skyrocketed, and there's not as much demand for custom built boats as there was a few years ago."
I finished wiring the instrument, shoved the wires through the hole in the panel, slid it back into place, and put the chrome molding around it. I twisted the molding around until the screw holes were oriented the same way as the other instruments I had installed, then I began driving the screws in. "I was in Seattle a few months ago, and I met a guy there who makes boats out of cement."
"Ferro-cement," he corrected me. "It cuts materials costs to a fraction of what they are in a wood or metal boat, but there's very little market for pleasure boats with a ferro-cement hull."
"I don't see why. They're supposed to be stronger than either a metal or wood boat, and they're lighter than a metal boat."
"People don't know that much about them because they're not too common, so they don't trust them." He looked up at me. "I'll tell you what I'll do, though. If you want to stay on with me as a regular, we'll build a couple of fishing boats with ferro-cement hulls and see how we do."
"Well, I'll think about it."
"OK, but don't take forever to think about it. This boat will be finished in a few days, and if we're going to work together on another one we'll have to get the materials ordered. Otherwise we'll be sitting around and doing nothing for a month."
Events of the next few days made the conversation pointless and somewhat ironic. I came to work the next Sunday morning to begin making the final adjustments and tending to a few details he had told me to take care of. There was nothing unusual about my working by myself on Sunday morning because Johnson usually took his family to church, but I began to wonder what was keeping him when Barbara brought lunch and he still hadn't showed up for work. We ate, then Barbara got a broom and began sweeping the cabin while I went down to the engine room to go back to work. A hour later Barbara called to me, and I walked back to where I could see her face outlined against the sky as she leaned over the hatch.
"A man up here wants to talk to you. It's about Mr. Johnson-he's sick, Jim."
I climbed back out of the engine room and came out on deck. Barbara liked Johnson, and there was a pale line of worry around her mouth as she pressed her lips tightly together and nodded toward the man standing on the deck. He had the calm, self assured air of a professional man, he was neatly dressed in a conservative business suit, and he was carrying a briefcase. He was about my age, and there was a flicker of amusement and a hint of envy in his eyes as he looked from me to Barbara, then back to me.
"Jim Harrison?"
I nodded in reply as I walked toward him to shake his outstretched hand.
"I'm George Thurmon. I have some bad news for you-Bud Johnson has had a heart attack."
Barbara's hiss of indrawn breath registered on my consciousness as my mind numbly tried to assimilate what he had said; Johnson had seemed so permanent and solid, almost as immutable a part of the scene as the sea and distant mountains. I shook the feeling off and gathered myself together. "How serious is it?"
"Very serious, I'm afraid. He's in the intensive care ward at the Veteran's Hospital now, and the doctors have told me that his prognosis is poor. It's absolutely out of the question that he'll ever be able to work again, and it's doubtful that he'll even live." Barbara moved closer to me, looking up at me with tears in her large, blue eyes and I put my arm around her and squeezed her shoulder. "Perhaps I'd better explain my position in the matter," Thurmon continued. "Bud and I are cousins, and I've been his lawyer for several years. My first concern is the welfare of his family, of course, and their financial situation. I'd like to know if he's made arrangements for the sale of this boat and how close it is to being ready for sale."
"It's been sold to a man named Wilson, but I don't know anything about the financial arrangements for it. As far as the boat's concerned, it's virtually finished. All it needs is a couple of adjustments and a trial run to adjust the trim."
He nodded. "I glanced through some of his files before I came here, and I saw Mr. Wilson's name, so I'll contact him and get the particulars. Will you be able to do whatever else the boat needs before it's sold?"
I nodded. "That won't be any problem, but Wilson is the kind of guy who'll screw anyone he catches over a barrel. He'll probably find all kind of things wrong with it just to delay payment, if he owes anything-"
"He'll be in court if he does," Thurmon said crisply, "but I appreciate the warning-I'll know how to approach him." His eyes wandered over the boat for a moment as he thought, then he looked back at me. "May I assume that you'll do whatever the boat requires to finalize the sale?"
"Sure-that's the least I can do."
"Will you also caretake the building, tools, and other property? Normally I'd secure them and lock the building, but you'll need tools and materials while you're finishing whatever needs to be done here."
I nodded. "I'll look after them."
He held out his hand again and I shook it. "I'll see to it that you're paid in full for your time, plus a bonus for taking care of the other things," he said. "I'll also discuss a date for acceptance with Mr. Wilson."
Barbara put her slim arm around my waist and we stood together at the rail as we watched the man drive away. The day suddenly seemed dreary, dull, and overcast as a deep feeling of depression settled over me. I looked down at Barbara; she was looking sightlessly toward the dock as she silently cried, and the tears were flowing down her small face. "Come on, honey," I said, squeezing her shoulder and pulling her toward the cabin.
We went to the hospital that night to see Johnson, but he had died a couple of hours before we got there. Barbara was gone for a while to establish a story of spending the night at a girl friend's house, then she returned to the apartment. She lay in my arms and quietly sobbed for hours, and I realized that it was the first time that consciousness of mortality had come to her. I tried to comfort her, but her sorrow was a tight, hard, impenetrable knot in her mind which couldn't be reached from the outside.
She finally fell into a shallow, restless sleep and I went to sleep, and when I woke the next morning she was already up and cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Her face was still pale and wan, but she had herself under firm control, and she gave me a tightlipped smile when I came into the kitchen. A sudden thought seemed to occur to her after we finished eating, and she quickly stacked the dishes in the sink and went into the bedroom. She called to me, and I went in to find her naked on the bed, with her legs and arms spread wide apart as she waited for me. She made love with a violent, fierce abandon when I entered her, and her wild writhing under me made me have a shattering climax which drained the strength from my limbs as my come spurted into her warm, slender body. Then she cried again, and this time she poured out her grief in wrenching sobs which shook her entire body.
I held her in my arms to comfort her as she cried, and when her sobs had diminished to shuddering gasps she raised her small, tear stained face from my chest to look up at me. "Don't ever die, darling. Don't ever die and leave me alone."
Twelve
I had finished everything by the middle of the following afternoon, and I called for a fuel truck. The truck arrived shortly after high tide, and the boat was rocking against the dock fenders with small movements like the nervous twitching of a greyhound, anxious for the leash to be loosed. I filled all the bays and signed for the fuel, and Barbara arrived just as I was getting the engine started. There was a broad smile on her small face as she trotted up the gangplank, waving at me, and for the first time she seemed to have some interest in the boat. I left the engine idling and pulled in the gangplank, then Barbara cast off the lines for me as I eased it away from the dock.
After circling around in the small boat harbor for a few minutes to get the feel of her, I swung it toward the entrance to the bay. She took the moderate swells easily, pulling herself out of the water with a bone in her teeth when the powerful Volvo Penta diesel growled throatily. There were a couple of loose cabin shelves and drawers which I fixed, I made a minor adjustment to the throttle lever on the control panel to correct a rough spot in the median range of acceleration, then I turned it back toward the small boat harbor. I docked it in an empty space at a marina and left the keys with the manager, then Barbara and I took a taxi back to the boat shop to get her car.
I thought I was through with the boat, but when I called Thurmon that night he told me that Wilson wanted me along for the acceptance run. It was a trip I would have gladly foregone, but I agreed to do it in order to wind the business up.
I was supposed to meet Wilson at the marina at one o'clock in the afternoon, two days later. The job listings in the newspapers were still as sparse as ever for anything I could or wanted to do, and I more or less aimlessly looked around for a job during the intervening couple of days. I got to the marina about noon on the day I Was supposed to meet him so I could have the boat cleaned up and the engine warm, but it was almost two o'clock before I saw his Cadillac pull into the marina parking lot. He had his wife with him, and they carried a large ice cooler between them as they came along the boardwalk in front of the marina. They stopped at the marina office, looking around, and I walked down the gangplank to wave and shout at them. Wilson returned the wave, and I walked toward them to help them with the cooler.
"Hi there," Wilson said with a friendly smile as I approached, then he waved me away as I started to reach for his wife's end of the cooler. "We can manage this, but if you want to help there's a couple of bottles on the front seat of the car. It would save our making another trip."
I nodded, surprised by his unusually friendly manner until I realized that he was almost drunk. His wife looked at him with bored tolerance as he talked, then gave me a conspiratorial smile and wink as I went around them to go to the car. The bottles in the car were two fifths of very expensive Scotch. I tucked them under my arm and started to leave, then I noticed a small canvas bag with a draw string top which appeared to have been forgotten by the woman. I picked it up and locked the car, then turned to walk back to the boat.
She had returned for the bag, and I met her halfway back to the boat. Wilson had once made perfunctory introductions, and I remembered that her name was Valerie. Her spectacular if somewhat brassy attractiveness had always been on the borders of my consciousness when she was around, and I suddenly became acutely conscious of it as she walked toward me, smiling. She was wearing deck shoes, a white halter and shorts, a large straw hat, and oversize sunglasses, and her apparel seemed to compliment the sun bronzed beauty of her body. She was at an age where her body was fully matured, but short of the age where her muscles would begin to grow flabby and sag. Her large, well-developed breasts thrust out against the halter top and moved with a slight, resilient motion as she walked, and her rounded hips swung with a studied, practiced gracefulness. The edges of her pearly white teeth showed between her full, softly shining lips as she approached me. "Thank you," she said, reaching for the bag. "I see you didn't forget me."
"There's no way I could do that," I said, returning her smile as I handed her the bag.
"It has my swimming suit in it," she said, shaking the bag and putting her hand on the back of her hat as a sudden gust of wind moved it. "I couldn't go without that, could I?"
"I wouldn't mind if you did."
Her throaty laugh sent a shiver up my spine, but she moved away from me slightly as I moved closer to her on the boardwalk. "It's just as well that I got a chance to talk to you alone. As you probably noticed, Howie's been drinking too much."
"I thought he was sort of friendly, then I figured out why."
She nodded. "That's why I wanted to talk to you. If you would, I'd like for you to help me see that he doesn't hurt himself or anything. Boats can be dangerous, and I wouldn't want him to have an accident." She turned and looked toward me; I couldn't see her eyes behind the sunglasses, but I received the impression that she was looking into my eyes meaningfully. "You see, I have exactly what I want in a marriage. My husband is older than I am, he's proud of me, and he gives me anything I want. I wouldn't want any of that to change."
"I can't blame you-I wouldn't either, if I were you. I'll give you a hand in looking out for him if you want me to. As a matter-of-fact, I'd probably do anything you asked."
The smile came back to her lips. "That sounds interesting."
"I'd also do my best to make it that way."
She ended the conversation by waving at Wilson, who was watching us from the boat, then trotting ahead of me to race up the gangplank and hug him. I watched the movements of her firm, neatly rounded buttocks in the tight shorts, and an aching hunger spread up through me from my balls as I imagined how they would feel in my hands as she wrapped her long, gracefully shaped legs around my waist. Wilson had a drink in his hand and he beamed at her fatuously as she hugged him, then he waved for me to hurry. "Come on-let's go, Jim."
I trotted up the gangplank and pulled it in, then handed him the bottles. He took them into the cabin as I worked my way around the catwalk and cast off the bow line, then I went in to start the engine. Valerie released the aft line, and the boat slowly moved away from the dock as the diesel rumbled.
He had brought along a yacht cap, and it looked ridiculous on him. I kept my opinion to myself and tried to show him the controls, but his attention kept wandering away as he took long gulps from the drink in his hand. He offered me one when he refilled his, but I silently shook my head. Valerie went below and changed into a bikini bathing suit, and after a quick glance at her I kept my eyes away from her to avoid a pissing contest with him. She walked around the catwalk and lay down on the foredeck, and it became increasingly difficult for me to keep my eyes off her because she was almost directly in my line of vision as I looked through the windshield and steered the boat out of the small boat harbor.
Wilson finished his drink and refilled it once more before we got out of the small boat harbor, and he leaned his elbows on the padded railing under the wide sweep of the windshield as he looked out and sipped his drink. "She's a good-looking broad, isn't she?" he suddenly remarked.
I looked at him interrogatively, and he guffawed. "You can't shit me, buster, I know what you're thinking. She is good-looking, isn't she?"
"Your wife is attractive," I said in a neutral voice, nodding.
He laughed again and pushed at my arm. "Yeah, I know what you're thinking, but it's only a dream, boy, only a dream." He took a long pull at his drink, swallowed noisily, and nodded. "Either you have it or you don't, and if you have it you get everything. If you don't have it you get shit. I have it, boy, and I have plenty of it. I'm smart and I worked my ass off, and now I get anything I want." He motioned toward Valerie with the glass. "That's class, there, and that's why it's just a dream for you. She makes men turn to look at her when she walks down the street, she's got a pussy that would make a dead man get a hard-on, and she's all mine. Just mine-no one else's. I've got money and social position, which is what she needs, and she's got what I need-a body like a goddess and a cunt like a keyhole."
He became silent as he looked out at her, and my eyes also involuntarily strayed to the woman reclining on the deck. I could see the slight bulge in the fabric of her bikini from the gentle swell of her vulva, and the tight bra strap revealed virtually all of the large, firm swell of her breasts. I glanced at Wilson, and he was looking at me and smiling sourly. "That's right, boy-look all you want." He laughed again and took another pull at his drink. "That's all you'll be able to do, though, because she knows what's good for her and she won't give anything of mine away. Besides, she'd throw rocks at you-she knows what a real man is." He tilted the glass and drained it, and he stumbled slightly as he went back across the cabin to refill his glass again. "If you get too uptight, I'll hold the wheel for you while you go down to the lav and beat off," he said over his shoulder, laughing.
I managed to maintain my good humor, and he became silent after a few minutes. His footing became unsteady as he roamed around the cabin, looking in the shelves and cupboards, and he began to hiccough as his eyelids drooped and the muscles in his face slackened. The bay was almost as smooth as glass, and after he returned to the windshield he became impatient with our relatively slow pace. I rapped on the windshield and waved Valerie in from the foredeck when he told me to put the boat through its paces, and my hand trembled on the throttle as her smooth, bare thighs passed the window beside me. She came into the cabin and sat on one of the side benches at the rear of the cabin, and I shoved the throttle to full power. The diesel thundered as the tach needle swung over, and the boat planed up on the step as the screw churned the water into foam behind the boat. Wilson laughed drunkenly and held onto the ledge under the windshield as the boat raced across the water, then he shouted for me to let him have the seat.
He drained his glass and climbed heavily up on the seat, and the boat leaped forward again as he shoved the throttle to full power. He spun the wheel from side to side, making the boat skid sidewards across the water as it swerved in tight turns. Valerie and I held onto the rail as he tortured the boat, letting the tach run wild as the screw popped out of the water, then he finally heeded my shouted warnings and set the boat on a straight course down the channel toward the mouth of the harbor.
The miles flashed by as the boat thundered across the water, leaving a broad wake behind it, and Wilson's hands rested motionlessly on the wheel as he slumped in the chair and stared with dull eyes at the windshield. We hit a slow swell just outside the harbor, and the boat began planing across the tops of the waves and slamming into the valleys. The woodwork rattled and creaked as the boat bottomed with bone jarring concussion, and the engine RPM ran wild again each time the boat topped a wave and the screw came out of the water. He ignored my warning when I shouted at him to retard the throttle, and he roughly shrugged Valerie off when she stumbled forward and clutched at the seat to try to persuade him. She looked at me, helpless anger and a tinge of fear in her eyes, and I shrugged as I motioned toward the seats at the rear of the cabin. We stumbled across the careening deck to the seats, then sat down and held on as the boat kept lurching over the crests of the swells.
She sea suddenly became heavier, and the boat slewed to one side as part of a wave washed across the bow and slowed it abruptly. Wilson lost control of the wheel as it began spinning, and the boat slid sidewards down the backside of the wave with the engine still hammering madly. It raced along the trough, then came within a couple of degrees of capsizing as it tried to climb up the next crest at an angle. It teetered for a heart-stopping instant, then slid over the crest of the wave and into the next trough. I dove for the wheel and spun it quickly, bringing the bow back into the waves, and I pulled the throttle back as the next crest approached.
Wilson stumbled out of the seat and looked at me resentfully. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? This is my fucking boat."
"And you're about to capsize your fucking boat, which is all right with me except that my ass happens to be on your fucking boat."
"What are you? Some kind of God damned expert on boats? I've owned more boats than you'll ever see."
He abruptly turned and staggered across the cabin to the compartment where the bottles were stored. Valerie tried to humor him again and fix his drink, but he shoved her roughly away as he dumped several ounces of scotch into his glass. He dropped in a couple of ice cubes, took a long drink, refilled the glass again, then slammed the compartment closed and staggered into a chair with the glass in one hand and the bottle in the other.
The boat was taking the waves well with the throttle at about fifty percent, and there was only a slow, gradual surge to the deck as the boat gracefully climbed the waves and purred down the other side. I held the boat on a steady course and thought for a moment; we were almost out of sight of land, and I was neither a good enough navigator nor familiar enough with the area to be sure of getting back if we got too far out. The trip had been long enough to be classified as an adequate trial run, it had also turned to shit around us, and I debated swinging the boat back around toward the bay. Wilson suddenly dropped the glass and bottle, then darted toward the cabin door as he retched. He just made it, and the stream of vomit which burst out of him went into the sea instead of onto the deck. He collapsed and lay on the deck with his head hanging over the side, and his body moved slightly with the rolling motion of the boat as he kept retching. Valerie went toward him, and I pulled the throttle back to where the boat would just keep headway so I could go and help her with him.
He finally had all the liquor up and stopped vomiting, then he lay in drunken semi-consciousness. I went back to the controls and locked the wheel, then we dragged him down the short ladder well into the sleeping compartment. We rolled him onto a bunk, and he began snoring heavily as soon as his head touched the pillow.
"Well, that's done," Valerie said, standing back and putting her hands on her hips. "I've more or less expected this all day. When he begins drinking too early, he always drinks too much. Now he'll sleep for hours."
"It sort of spoiled the trip for you, didn't it?"
She shrugged and smiled. "Not really. The unpleasant part is over now, so the trip can begin all over again."
She turned back toward the ladder up to the deck, and my eyes involuntarily moved up and down her beautiful body. Her deeply tanned skin looked as soft as satin, and the brief piece of fabric which stretched tightly across her smoothly rounded buttocks revealed the full swell of her graceful hips and enough of the cleavage between her buttocks to make a slow throbbing begin within me. I felt the hungry need for her body growing within me and making shivers of desire race through me as I looked at her, then the desire ballooned to a raging lust as she walked up the ladder with her hips swinging from side to side.
She stopped at the top of the ladder and stood looking out at the billowing waves, and I stood by her, looking down at her. The heady fragrance of her body was a tantalizing combination of suntan oil, a heavy, musky perfume, and a delicate scent of sun-warmed skin. It filled my nostrils and made every nerve in my body tingle as I thought of having her beautiful body. I moved closer to her and put my arm around her, letting my hand rest on the smooth curve where her hip flared out from her waist. Her bare shoulder touched my chest and her hip rested against my thigh as she leaned against me slightly, and I moved my hand on her naked skin, feeling her warm flesh and the powdery smoothness of her skin. "Do you think we should go back now?" she murmured.
"We'll have a hard time getting him to the car, and there's a lot of people around. It would be better if we stayed out until dark."
She nodded slightly. All right, but let's go into the cabin-the sun's too hot now."
I put my hand firmly on her waist as we walked toward the cabin, and the surging of the boat pressed her body firmly against mine as we walked across the deck. She stumbled slightly as we started to enter the cabin, and I put both of my arms around her to keep her from falling. The sensation of my hands on her satiny skin and the feel of her warm, firm flesh made me tremble all over with desire, and she gave me a slow smile as she looked up at me. I slid my hand down to the firm curve of one of her buttocks and cupped it in my hand, feeling it, and she put her head against my shoulder to rest against me as she stood motionless and let me feel her. My cock began to swell and twitch as an erection rapidly built up, and she pressed her thigh against my cock as it bulged out in the front of my pants. She turned her face up toward mine and looked into my eyes. "Is there somewhere I could lie down without going down where Howie is?"
I walked across the cabin to the extra bunks which were folded up against the bulkhead and pulled the mattresses out of two of them, then I laid them down on the deck, side by side. She ran her fingers through the long, luxurious tresses of her blonde hair and tossed it over her shoulders as she walked over to the mattresses, then she lowered herself onto one of them. Her eyes were averted from mine and her face was turned toward the opposite wall as I stretched out on the other mattress, inches from her, and a tiny quiver ran through her body when I rested my hand lightly on her flat stomach. I moved my hand back and forth across her body, feeling her skin, and she slowly rolled onto her side with her back to me. My attention immediately became fixed on the knot at the back of the whispy bikini bra. My fingers were trembling violently as I fumbled with it, jerking at it to loosen it, then it finally parted and the bra dropped loose. She spread her arms out as she rolled over onto her back again with her eyes tightly closed, and my hunger for her suddenly escalated to a mind boggling passion as I looked at her naked breasts. They were large and full, almost massive, and they jutted up from her in twin mounds of firm, healthy flesh unmarred by childbirth or excessive weight. They were ivory in color and they almost gleamed against the dusky bronze of her suntanned body. Her nipples were large, dark rose crests which tipped the smooth curve of the beautiful orbs, complimenting and enhancing the smooth blend of the colors of her skin.
I clamped a firm control on myself to stop the shaking of my hands, and she breathed out a long, deep sigh as I cupped one of her breasts gently in my hand. Her lips parted slightly and a low moan came from deep in her throat as I bent over her and kissed lightly around one of her nipples, then her hand was suddenly on the back of my head, pressing my mouth down toward her breast. "Suck it, darling, suck on it now," she whispered, and I opened my mouth to let her nipple slide between my lips as I massaged the firm, satin smooth mound with both hands.
Her fingers combed through my hair and a long, deep sigh came from her chest as I held her nipple between my lips and flicked my tongue back and forth across it. Her nipple quickly became taut and hard between my lips as I caressed it with my tongue, and I opened my mouth wider to take part of her breast into my mouth and suck it. She turned toward me and cupped my head in her arms as she held me tightly against her breast, and I moved one of my hands to her other breast to massage it. The muscles in her body moved in slow, languorous spasms as she pressed herself closer to me and I moved my lips through the warm valley between her breasts to suck at the other one. She bent her head down and nibbled at my ear as I began sucking it as hard as I could. "Why don't you take off your clothes, darling?" she whispered in a tense, urgent voice.
I pulled away from her and sat up as I began fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. "Take the rest of your bathing suit off, honey," I said, my voice hoarse with desire.
She put her arms out and slowly stretched, and her large breasts moved tantalizingly as her muscles tightened then relaxed again. "You can do that," she said, a tight smile on her face, "and if you find something you want then you can have it."
A thrill of anticipation shot through me, and my need for her was an urgent throbbing which made the blood race madly through my head as I looked down at her. I threw my shirt to one side and kicked off my deck shoes as I stood up, then I unfastened my, pants and pushed them and my shorts down. Her lips were parted slightly and shining with saliva as she looked up at me with half closed eyes, and there was a bright gleam in her eyes as she looked at the swollen length of my cock. "God, it's big," she whispered. "I want it, darling-I want it all."
I tossed my pants to one side and knelt by her as she reached toward me to feel my trembling cock with the tips of her fingers. "You'll get all you want of it, honey," I said, burying my lips in the smooth, warm valley between her breasts and pressing her bulging breasts against the sides of my face.
She wrapped her arms around my head again and thrust one of her breasts at my mouth. I opened my mouth and let her nipple slide far into my mouth as I began sucking as hard as I could, and my hands moved downward to search blindly for the knot on the bottom of her swimming suit. She clenched my head in her arms with a surprising strength and almost smothered me with the massive, silky mound of her breast as I fumbled with the knot on her bikini, then it finally came loose and she twisted her hips from side to side to help me get the scrap of fabric off her. I moved toward her other breast, and she quickly twisted to one side to press it into my mouth as I ran my hands up and down her body, feeling and fondling her smooth, warm skin. She took her arms away from my head as she groped for my cock and balls, and I moved my lips and tongue downward on her body as she cupped my balls in one hand and stroked my cock with the other. My breath came in labored gasps as I moved down her smooth body, kissing her and letting my tongue trail out to touch her, and she writhed from side to side as she grasped at my cock and balls more firmly. I stiffened my tongue and drove it into her navel, and she suddenly twisted around on the mattress to press her lips against the base of my cock. I wriggled my tongue from side to side in her navel as she kissed my balls and licked my cock with long strokes of her tongue, then her legs flew wide apart and she pressed her pussy toward me as my lips touched the bun of curly hair between her thighs.
A wracking thrill of sensation rushed through me as I felt my cock being enfolded by her hot, damp mouth, and she threw her feet up in the air and arched her back deeply to spread her pussy apart for me. I wrapped my arms around her smooth thighs and dragged my tongue slowly through the crack in her vulva, and her clitoris sprang up against the tip of my tongue as it moved across the small organ. The muscles in my body jerked and trembled again from the ecstatic feeling of her mouth taking my cock in until the head of it was pressed against the back of her throat, then she let my cock slide from her mouth as she sat up and grasped at my shoulders. "I want it now, darling," she whispered, her voice breaking in the urgency of her arousal. "I want to feel it in me."
I put my arms around her and held her against my chest as I ran my lips through her hair and kissed her flushed, tense face. "Let's take our time and let it happen, honey. Don't push it, and it'll last a long time."
She shook her head violently. "I don't want to wait. I'm so hot that I'm burning up inside. Do it now-please do it now."
I pushed her down on the mattress as she pleaded with me in broken, half coherent phrases, and she quickly spread her legs apart as I moved to position myself on top of her. I knelt between her thighs to push my cock into her and satisfy her, and she clasped her thighs up against her body as she curved her back and held her pussy up to me.
The pink mouth of her pussy was damp and inviting as she held it open for my cock, and she reached downward with one hand to help guide it in. Her eyes were tightly closed, her face was crimson with arousal, and she had a serious, intent expression on her face as she grasped my cock firmly and wriggled her hips slightly to position herself to receive my cock, and I looked downward at her pussy as I moved forward on my knees until the head of my cock was resting between the open lips of her pussy. She moaned and hissed between her teeth as she felt the tip of my cock penetrating her, and she put her feet behind my hips to pull us closer together so my cock would slide into her. I held her pussy open with my fingers and watched the head of my cock slide into the hot, damp opening, and the blood pounded madly in my head from the sight and sensation of my cock entering her. She moaned as the head of my cock slid in, then she tightened her legs around me as she suddenly raised herself from the mattress and wrapped her arms around me. She pressed us tightly together, and the first couple inches of my cock slid into her as she clutched at me and pressed her pussy toward my cock. She lay back again, still holding me tightly, and I was suddenly lying on top of her and fucking her with long, hard strokes of my cock as she surged up against me.
I tried to regain the initiative from her by spreading her thighs apart and cupping her buttocks in my hands to fuck her, but she kept her eyes closed and her lips pressed firmly together as she continued to fuck herself with my cock. I responded automatically, withdrawing and thrusting my cock back into her hot, tight pussy in rhythm with her surging hips, and I vainly attempted to break the headlong, precipitant drive toward a climax by sucking at her breasts and feeling for her clitoris. I had no more control over the wild pace of our fucking than I would have had over a truck careening down a hill without brakes, and it also seemed as though the needs of her body had completely wrenched all voluntary control from her. It had happened to me before, when voluntary control had been lost to me and my sexual partner as our bodies responded to some deeply buried inner need, so I abandoned myself to it and let the frantic plunge toward a climax envelope me. She whimpered and writhed under me as she lurched her pussy up toward me and my cock rammed deep into her in a wild, uncoordinated rhythm, and the sensations racing through me made me oblivious to everything except the warm, eager body under mine.
My mind was completely numb and all creation seemed to be comprised of the hot, damp cavity which was the focus of my sensation as I pounded my cock into her. A thin sheen of sweat stood out on both of us as we lurched together on the mattress, and my climax was a huge swelling within me which was agonizing to contain. She gave a low, wailing cry and rippling spasms began rolling through her from her shoulders to her hips. The knowledge that she had broken through made my orgasm escalate and overpower my control, and I exploded into her. My muscles clenched together in spasms as the flood of come raced upward, then I shuddered in blessed relief as the come began spurting into her in hot, thick gushes. The boat seemed to spin around me and bright, sparkling lights flared behind my eyelids as I pounded the come deep into her eager, vibrant body with my throbbing cock, then we collapsed limply on the mattress as our simultaneous climax drained us.
The shattering orgasm had completely robbed the strength from both of us, and we immediately fell into a light, comfortable doze. I woke a few minutes later to the slow, rhythmic tossing of the deck under us. She stirred as I moved, and she put her arms around my neck as she pressed her lips to my chest. "That was beautiful, darling," she whispered. "It's never been that good for me before."
"I got sort of caught up in it myself," I said, fondling her buttocks.
She smiled up at me and stretched up to kiss me lightly on my lips. "It's better that way-using your head is fine for adding up a checkbook, but it's out of place when making love." She sat up and put her hand on my chest to push me back down as I started to sit up. "I'll be back in a moment, darling," she said, smiling down at me.
She went toward the small lavatory, and I got up to check the tach and heading. The boat was still on a slow, steady course away from the harbor, and the engine was purring with a smooth, unbroken throb of power. She called to me from the door of the lavatory, and when I went down she pulled me over to the small wash basin to lave my cock and balls with water. I put my arm around her shoulders and fondled one of her large breasts as she washed me, and she smiled up at me as she dried my cock and balls with soft pats of a towel. "I wish that were mine, darling, so I could have it any time I wanted."
"Your husband was bragging what a cockster he was when we were looking at you through the windshield."
She laughed, then looked up at me with a rueful smile. "I wish he were. You were treated to a demonstration of what he does best-brag."
We laughed as we walked back out on the deck. There was a fresh breeze blowing across the deck, and the sun felt warm against my bare skin. I kept my arm around her, feeling and fondling her as she sat down by the rail, and my eyes kept returning to her naked body, moving over her jutting breasts, smoothly curved buttocks, and silky thighs. She folded her legs and sat leaning against me, and I casually fondled one of her firm breasts as we looked out over the waves. She stirred and looked up at me, smiling, and I bent my head down to cover her lips with mine.
Her soft, warm mouth opened as our lips touched, and her damp tongue wriggled into my mouth as I ran the tip of my tongue around inside her mouth, feeling the sides of her mouth and the edges of her teeth. She sighed deeply and her warm breath through her nostrils fanned the side of my face as she turned toward me and put her arms around my neck. She sucked my tongue to the back of her mouth and moved the tip of her tongue around it in an circling motion, then she held her lips in a tight oval as she moved her head slowly back and forth to fuck herself in the mouth with my tongue. I could feel the passion slowly building up within me again as I held her warm body in my arms and slid my tongue in and out of her mouth, then she let my tongue slide from between her lips and smiled up at me, her mouth damp and shining with our saliva. "You have something else I can do that to, and it would be much more fun for both of us. Lie back, darling."
I relaxed and stretched out on my back, and she smiled down at me as she cupped my limp cock in her hand. "Will it get hard again?"
I put my arms behind my head and pillowed my head on my forearms as I nodded. "Yes, but how quickly it gets that way depends on what you do to it. It'll get hard presently if I just lie here and look at you."
"I'll see if I can speed up the process," she said, smiling at me then moving to a kneeling position by me and bending over toward my cock.
She took my limp cock between her fingers and peeled the foreskin back, then she bent lower and took it into her mouth. My muscles tightened convulsively from the ecstatic sensation of her hot, damp mouth around my cock, and the sight of the beautiful, shapely blonde bending over my cock and sucking it made the sensation much more acute. She rolled my cock around in her mouth with her tongue, then she held it between her fingers as she moved her head slowly up and down. She dragged her fingernails gently up and down the inside of my thighs, cupping my balls and squeezing them firmly each time her hand moved by them, and I reached down to fondle and caress her. She inched toward me when she felt my fingers brush her, and she turned her hips around so I could feel them. I squeezed and felt her smooth, firm buttocks, then I slid my hand down between them to feel her soft vulva. She wriggled her hips as she spread her legs apart for me, and I slid my fingers deeper between her legs to drag them back and forth through the thin covering of hair on her vulva. My cock suddenly began to develop a life of its own, and it was no longer necessary for her to support it between her fingers as she moved her mouth up and down on it. It continued swelling and growing until it was too large for her to keep in her mouth, and she sucked at it as she let it slide from between her full, red lips. She wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed it, looking at it, then she dragged her tongue up and down it and kissed around the head of it. "Just look at it, darling," she murmured, bending down and pressing it against the side of her face as she kissed along it. "It's beautiful, and I get to have it in me again because I made it get big."
My desire for her suddenly blossomed to an urgent, burning need, and I sat up as I grasped for her, intending to roll her over on the deck and sink my cock into her pussy. She twisted away from me and bounced up from the deck with a playful laugh, then she ran toward the cabin, her breasts bobbing resiliently and her full hips moving from side to side with a tantalizing motion. I watched her disappear through the cabin door, then I jumped up and ran after her, my cock standing straight out in front of me and trembling as I ran. She was on the mattress again, her head pillowed on her forearms and her buttocks held up in the air as she crouched on her knees in invitation for me to dog fuck her. My passion soared upward to a raging lust as I looked down at her smoothly curved buttocks and her beautiful body waiting for my cock, and I quickly moved forward and crouched behind her as I felt for her pussy with my fingers and the head of my cock.
She looked at me over her shoulder and smiled as she reached back with one hand to help guide my cock in, then she closed her eyes in concentration as she grasped the head of my cock and wriggled it to spread her vulva apart. The tip of my cock eased into the mouth of her pussy, and I held her buttocks to brace her body as I moved my hips forward slightly. The head of my cock slid into her, and we both jerked and moaned from the sensation of my cock entering her hot, tight pussy. I put my hands on her waist and gripped her as I began undulating my hips with slow, cautious movements, and my cock gradually dipped deeper into her pussy. When half of it was sliding in and out of her, she took her hand away from my cock and settled herself comfortably with her head on both of her forearms as I began dog fucking her in earnest. I pulled it back until only the head of it was still in her, then I shoved forward until it was deep in her body. She arched her back to position her pussy better for me, then my belly was pressing against her upraised buttocks and my balls touched her soft vulva each time I thrust forward to slide my hands under her body and feel her breasts as I kept hunching into her with quick, short movements of my hips. She raised herself slightly so I could cup both of her breasts, and one of her hands brushed against the back of mine as she pressed my hand harder against her breast. I squeezed and fondled them, savoring the feel of her satiny skin and resilient flesh, then I dragged my hands along her sides as I straightened back up to fuck her harder. She wriggled her buttocks from side to side as I held them in my hands and looked down at my cock sliding in and out between them, and I felt my control eroding as the semen began building up within me.
I stopped for a moment in order to regain my control, and I could hear the rapid, gasping sound of her breathing as I ran my hands up and down her thighs, feeling and squeezing them. "Keep on doing it, darling. Please do it," she said, twitching her hips.
"I stopped so I wouldn't come too quickly, honey. It's so good that I can't hardly move without-"
"I don't care if you do come now," she whispered, her voice strained with passion. "I'll come as soon as you do, and it can't be too quick for me. Please do it now, darling."
I held grimly onto my control and began pumping my cock in and out of her again, vainly trying to tear my awareness away from the beautiful woman crouching in front of me and the sensation of my cock in her tight pussy. The hard knot of semen within me swelled and grew until it felt as though it was tearing me apart, and the sweat streamed down my face and neck as I gripped her waist and fucked her. She dug her fingers into the mattress and pressed herself back against me as she arched her back even deeper, and she began moaning as she wriggled her hips from side to side again. The added stimulation of her hips wriggling shattered my control, and my breath was torn from me in a deep groan as I felt the come gushing upward. She gave a small shriek and reached back to grasp my ankles as I dug my fingers into her waist and slammed my spurting cock into her in a violent flurry of motion, and we lunged together in wild convulsions as our orgasms gripped us. She collapsed limply, her knees sliding apart as she fell forward onto the mattress, and I kept pumping my cock into her as I fell on top of her. The climax drained me of strength, and I lay lifelessly on top of her with my heart beating madly and my lungs gasping for air.
It was dark by the time we got the boat back into the small boat harbor, and Wilson was a dead weight as we struggled with him to get him from the boat to the car. We locked the boat and secured all the gear, then I went with her to their house to help get him into bed. Her halter top came off as we struggled with him to get him into the bedroom, and we collapsed on the floor in helpless laughter, with Wilson snoring and groaning in his drunken stupor. I put my arms around her and tickled her, playing with her, then my play became more serious as the writhing of her lush body against mine aroused me once again. I took her clothes off as she lay on the floor and looked at me with a quiet smile, then we fucked on their bed while Wilson lay on the floor and snored.
It was late when I got to the apartment, and Barbara was suspicious. I went into the bathroom and gagged myself so I would throw up and convince her that I was sick, and her suspicions changed to solicitous concern as she dampened a washcloth to wipe my face and held my head in her slender arms. I was so exhausted by the exertions of the day that I fell into a deep slumber as soon as she helped me into bed, and I woke the next morning to find her head pillowed on my shoulder and her gamine body pressed against mine.
Thirteen
The woman was enough like Diana, Barbara's mother, to be her twin. She had the same lines of ill humor in her fat, flabby face, the same heavy, box-like body, and the same defensive tone of voice. She gave me a sharp glance then ignored me as she kept talking to the customer, and I knew she would also be like Diana in that she would be fawning to anyone who could do something for her and acidulous with everyone else. I debated turning around and leaving to look for a job elsewhere, then decided to at least try and see what happened.
The customer left without buying anything, which didn't help her disposition, and there was a surly look on her face as she walked toward me. "Are you the man who called about the job?"
I nodded. "My name's Jim Harrison."
"I'm Ms. Berrigan-come on back to my office."
Her office was a tiny, crowded closet at the rear of the place, with the desk situated so she could sit at it and look through the open door toward the front of the store. She sat down at the desk and glanced at a couple of papers, leaving me standing, and when she decided that I had been suitably impressed with her estimation of my worthlessness she looked up at me. "The last man who had the job was fired because he drank too much and used vulgar language which offended the customers."
"Then I won't drink too much and I won't cuss around the customers."
She flushed slightly at my tone of voice. "You don't have the job yet, she snapped. Have you worked in a pet shop or had anything to do with animals before?"
"I worked at a paddock in Kentucky, and I've had about as much experience as most people with dogs and cats. Other than that, I don't have any particular qualifications to work with animals."
She sighed and tapped her fingers on her desk. "Well, it isn't necessary that you have the same qualifications as the rest of the staff, because most of your duties will be manual labor. When it's necessary for you to work with the animals, one of the staff will supervise you."
"Can I assume I have the job?"
"On a trial basis," she snapped. "Your hours will be from seven until four, six days each week, and you will receive a salary of one hundred dollars."
I nodded. "OK, where do I start?"
"By cleaning out and rearranging the storeroom. I'll get Terry to show you what to do."
Terry was as queer as a three-dollar bill. He was small and thin, with long, brown hair carefully arranged around his ears and down the sides of his head, and a cloud of light, effeminate scent floated around him. He walked with the short, mincing steps affected by queers, and he fluttered his hands when he talked with the exaggerated changes in tone queers use. I bristled when I saw him, and he looked up at me warily as he sensed my hostility. The woman introduced us perfunctorily then left to take care of a customer who had come into the store, and Terry quickly got lost as soon as he had showed me what to do in the storeroom.
The pet shop was a large one, and it was comprised of a complex of buildings. The main store fronted on the street, then another building filled with rows of animal and bird cages was immediately behind it. The storeroom was a large sheet metal building of recent construction behind the main store, and open air kennels for the hardier animals filled the space between the storeroom and the building with all the cages in it. I prowled around for a few minutes, looking the place over and getting my bearings. There was a strong, musty odor of animals hanging over the place, and the incessant clamor of the dogs barking battered at my ears as I walked between the buildings. It wasn't the best prospect I'd ever had for a job, but I decided it would do until I found something better.
It had been months since any effort had been made to organize and clean up the storeroom, and it was a mess. Boxes of animal food, medicine, and other supplies were scattered around in mixed piles, with some of the boxes partially emptied and others still sealed from the factory. I carried everything out of one end of the building and cleaned it up, then reorganized the bins and shelves to place things in some semblance of order. I gradually worked toward the other end of the building, accumulating the trash and discarded boxes in one place, then I carried all the garbage outside and piled it by the cans in the alley. A sudden pang of hunger shot through me as I finished combining all the half-filled boxes of the same items into full cases, and I saw that it was two o'clock in the afternoon when I glanced at my watch. I thought for a moment about looking around for a cafe, then shrugged and decided to wait until dinner to eat as I began sweeping the floor.
"Well, you do know how to clean up," the woman's voice came from the door.
I stopped sweeping and turned to look at her. She was standing with her hands on her hips and looking around, an expression of grudging approval on her face. I nodded. "It'll be easier to find things now."
"Yes, if you can just keep it this way. Sue will be back tomorrow and you can start cleaning out the kennels. You can clean the empty ones first, then she can move the dogs to those so you can clean the others."
"Sue?"
"She's a little Japanese girl I have working for me. She had to take a couple of days off to go and see some of her relatives in San Francisco, but she'll be back tomorrow. She's very good with animals."
She abruptly turned and left, and I started sweeping again. The queer brought me a list of things they needed in the store, and I carried them in and put them on the shelves as soon as I had taken the rest of the garbage out of the storeroom and piled it in the alley. After that I swept and cleaned up the store, then it was quitting time and I went home.
She was Sumiko Immamoto, a girl of twenty-five or so. When I first saw her, her delicate beauty made an aching stab of desire lance through me like a knife. She was slightly under five feet tall and weighed something less than a hundred pounds, and there was a breathtaking, fragile beauty in both her small, slender body and her smoothly contoured, oriental face. Her eyebrows arched sharply upward at the ends, accentuating the slant of her almond eyes and blending well with her small, rounded nose and bud-like mouth.
The long, heavy tresses of her hair were so black that there seemed to be a blue glint shimmering in their thick mass, and her skin was a glowing gold color. Although she was small and delicate, there was a hint of endurance and strength in the way she stood and walked, and I soon found out that she was the one individual that the store owner left alone. She gave me a friendly nod and a gracious smile when we were introduced, then she began moving around the store with quick, lithe steps, rearranging a few things while I cleaned up the store for the day's business.
"Well, we were certainly busy while you were gone, Sue," Ms. Berrigan said. "A few things fell behind on us because we simply "couldn't keep up with everything. I couldn't find time to make out the order for next month's supplies, for example, and-"
"I will do it this afternoon," Sue said, cutting the woman smoothly off with her soft, lilting voice and slight Japanese accent. "And I shall take care of the other things which are undone."
"Well, it's not the same thing as having it done on time," the woman continued in her whining voice. "I don't mind your taking a couple of days off, but it seemed to come at a very inconvenient time. I hope that what you had to do was important enough to justify the confusion it caused-"
"My family is very important to me," Sue said with a note of firmness in her voice, stopping what she was doing and looking straight at the woman. "There is nothing which will compare in importance."
"Oh, I didn't mean to imply that you shouldn't think of your family," the woman said hastily. "I know that Orientals have very close ties with their families."
There was a moment of strained silence as Sue kept looking at the woman, then the woman abruptly turned and went back into her office, and Sue started to turn back to what she was doing when the rear door burst open and Terry raced in, almost in tears. "Oh, the nasty things are at it again!" he burst out, waving his hands in the air.
"What is wrong?" Sue asked, smiling and containing a laugh, and Ms. Berrigan stepped to the door of her office. "Are the dogs fighting again?"
"Yes they are!" he shouted, turning to her and wringing his hands. He looked back at Sue. "It's been horrible since we've had those awful cur dogs. They're so large and vicious, and when I try to feed them they snap at me and fight over the food. Oh, I thought you'd never get back, Sue."
She put her hand on his arm, smiling up at him in sympathy and amusement. "They aren't cur dogs, Terry. They are pedigreed shepherds, Danes, and-"
"But it isn't the same thing, Sue. It just isn't the same thing. They're so large and mean, and they don't act the same as a poodle, or-"
"They must be treated with firmness, Terry." She looked at me. "Will you help me feed them?"
I nodded and put the broom in the corner to follow them out the back door. "Is Lady Praline in heat yet?" Sue asked the queer as we went toward the back door.
"I think she will be by today, and it will be a horrible experience for her to be put in the kennel with that awful Lord George," he replied, his fruity voice thick with disgust.
Sue's laughter was a dancing trill. "Come now, Terry. You know as well as I that she will be eager to go into the kennel with him."
"It's filthy," Terry replied. "There are some things about this job which I simply can't stand."
The dogs knew it was time to be fed, and a deafening roar broke out as soon as we walked through the back door. They jumped against the wire fences, all of them barking madly, and their eyes followed us eagerly as we walked toward the trolley loaded with food dishes and a large tub of food. Terry went into the building across from the storeroom, waving his hands helplessly over his head, leaving us to finish the job. Sue and I organized our efforts, and we quickly finished feeding the dogs. I filled the pans and handed them to her through the gates, then we went to the next kennel and on down the rows of kennels. She carried a short length of rubber hose as she took the pans into the kennels, and it took only a couple of taps from the hose to calm the most boisterous of the dogs.
The dogs settled down after they were fed and accustomed to our presence, and I began cleaning the kennels as Sue moved the dogs for me. I scraped the floors with a hoe and gathered the dog shit and debris into a pile, then I shoveled it out and swabbed the floors with a mild disinfectant. She looked each of the dogs over as she moved them, and she separated one with a bad leg and another which seemed to be sick to go by themselves in an isolated kennel in a corner. I finished cleaning the last of the kennels and went over to where she was still examining the dog with the bad leg.
"What's wrong with him?"
"The main tendon in his leg is sensitive," she said, glancing up at me from her kneeling position by the dog. The dog lay on his back with his rear legs splayed apart, his eyes half closed in enjoyment of the attention he was getting. She patted the dog and stood. "One of the other dogs probably bit him, or he might have fallen and hurt himself. He will be all right in a day or two."
"What's wrong with the other one?"
"He has an ear infection."
"Will he have to be taken to a vet?"
She glanced up at me as she latched the kennel gate. "I am a licensed veterinarian."
"Is that right? You're full of surprises, aren't you?"
She tossed her head back and laughed. "If by that you mean you are surprised because a woman can be a veterinarian, Ms. Berrigan would be most insulted. She firmly believes that a woman is able to do anything a man can."
"If that were so you wouldn't have to put Lord George in with Lady Praline, would you?"
Her eyes looked searchingly into mine for an instant, then she laughed as she turned to go back into the store. I cleaned up the walkways between the kennels, then I went into the building where the cats, smaller dogs, and exotic animals were kept. The cages needed cleaning and I managed to move a few of the animals myself, but I ran into trouble when I tried to move a monkey. He alternated between masturbating when I left him alone and trying to bite me when I started to move him to another cage. I went to the store and asked Sue to help me, then I went back to clean the rest of the building while she was finishing what she was doing. She came in a few minutes later and smiled at me as she walked toward the cage.
"Be careful that the little bastard don't bite you," I warned her.
She nodded. "Male monkeys frequently have bad dispositions, and Peanuts seems to be worse than most of them."
"He keeps playing with himself like he's hard up. I guess that would make anyone have a bad disposition."
She flushed slightly and her smile disappeared momentarily, then it returned. "Would it make you have a bad disposition?"
"It sure as hell would."
There was a tinge of darker color on her smooth, golden cheeks as she averted her eyes from mine and looked down at the floor. "I doubt if it happens very often," she murmured. "I would be surprised if you didn't have all the girls you wanted."
The dull, unfocused desire I had felt for her since I had met her suddenly solidified into a hungry need. "Then be surprised. I've never had trouble with women chasing me."
She looked up at me. Her face was an expressionless mask, but there seemed to be a bright glow in her sloe eyes. I moved closer to her and put my arm lightly around her waist; the shift she wore smothered the lines of her body, but I could see enough of her small breasts and neatly shaped buttocks for a pounding lust to build up within me. "The preferences of Orientals are not always those of white people," she said softly, still looking up at me thoughtfully, then she suddenly collected herself and shrugged away from my arm to walk briskly toward the troublesome monkey's cage. "Come,, and I will move Peanuts to another cage."
I finished cleaning both the store and adjacent buildings, then a truck arrived and I helped unload the supplies into the storeroom. I went downthe street and picked up a couple of sandwiches for lunch, and when I got back with them I found Sue going through a thick stack of invoices in the office. I talked her into taking one of the sandwiches, and we made small talk as we sat in the office and ate. I tried to follow up on what appeared to be progress during the morning, but I was completely unsuccessful. She was pleasant, polite, and courteous, but her blank, expressionless face was a wall between me and her mind. I found out that she had been married and her husband had died, but she didn't like to talk about herself and kept most of the conversation on an impersonal level.
When I went back out after lunch I was surprised to see the van I had helped unload still setting in the alley, but when I went into the storeroom I found the queer giving the driver a blow job. The driver was sprawled out on top of a stack of dog food sacks, his eyes closed and a blissful expression on his face, and Terry's head was bobbing rapidly up and down on his cock as a sound like a distant steam driven locomotive came from his mouth. A startled exclamation came from the driver and a bawl of pain burst from Terry as I kicked him in the side, then they beat a hasty retreat to the truck and it roared off down the alley.
Another truck came shortly after one o'clock and dropped a couple of pallets of supplies off in the alley. I worked most of the afternoon carrying the bags and boxes to the storeroom and stacking them. The work was hard and it was stuffy and hot in the storeroom, so I took off my shirt and undershirt when I began sorting out the storeroom again. I had almost completed it when I heard a noise from the door. I turned and looked; it was Sue.
"Have you seen Terry?" she asked, walking toward me and smiling pleasantly. "He hasn't been in the store since noon."
"He might still be with his boyfriend. I caught them in here during lunch, and I ran their asses off."
She walked closer, and her eyes moved between my sweat streaked chest and my face. "Caught? Boyfriend? I do not understand."
"Well, you did know that he's a queer, didn't you?" , She nodded, still puzzled. "Yes, I know that he is not a normal man as you are...." Her voice trailed off as understanding dawned on her face, then she pressed her palms to her blushing face as she laughed and widened her eyes. "You mean they were...? "
"Yeah, him and the driver who brought the truck this morning."
She half turned away from me, giggling with amusement and embarrassment, then she looked back at me. "But what were they... I mean, how were they . . , . ? "
"The driver had his pants down and Terry was sucking on his cock."
She gave a small shriek of embarrassed laughter at my bald, straight-forward explanation, then she turned and trotted toward the doorway, still holding her flushed face in her hands. She stopped in the doorway and looked back at me, averting her eyes from mine. "Some of the animals must be fed twice daily. Will you help me with them?"
"Sure. I'll be in just as soon as I'm finished here."
She darted through the door and it slammed behind her. I finished in the storeroom and went to an outside hydrant to wash some of the sweat off, then I put on my undershirt and went into the main store. Sue had recovered her composure, but she blushed when she saw me and her eyes wouldn't meet mine. We went out to the building where the animals were kept and gathered up the food and utensils. There was a large sink with several faucets at the back of the building for mixing the food and cleaning up, and I noticed that several of the faucets were dripping. "I'll get some washers and fix these tomorrow," I said, nodding toward the faucets.
"Stop them from leaking, you mean?"
"Yeah. The washers are deteriorated. If it's let go long enough the faucet seats will go bad, then it'll cost quite a bit to fix them."
"A couple of the faucets in my house are leaking," she said casually. "A woman who lives alone is at a disadvantage in things of that nature."
"I'll come by and fix them for you tonight, if you like," I replied, carefully keeping my voice level and noncommittal, as hers had been.
She looked up into my eyes for a long moment, then she suddenly smiled and nodded. "Thank you. I would appreciate that."
The subject didn't arise again as we went from cage to cage and fed the animals, and I kept my hands off her so I wouldn't ruin the possibilities by being too pushy. She went tack in the store while I washed the buckets we had used to mix the food, then I stocked a few more shelves in the store. By the time I had finished tidying up a few things it was quitting time, and I left.
Barbara was feeling bad, and she left to go home shortly after I got to the apartment, and it didn't seem to arouse her suspicions when I said that I had to work late at the pet shop. She smiled wanly up at me when I kissed her goodbye at the door of my apartment, then I went to take a quick shower before I went out for dinner. I ate leisurely, then I stopped in a variety store on the way back to the apartment to pick up a box of assorted sizes of faucet washers. I sat around the apartment for a while, gradually becoming more and more restless, and I finally gathered up the screwdrivers and wrench I had brought home from the pet shop, put the faucet washers in my pocket, and left.
It seemed that the bus took hours to get there, and I was in such a hurry to see her again that I walked back and forth along the block a couple of times before I spotted the small, neat house set back off the street on an isolated, shrubbery-lined walk. My pulse was beating with a hard, steady rhythm from my anticipation as I pressed the buzzer button by the door.
Fourteen
It was like stepping into another world, one which lurked among the distant, pleasant memories in the deep corners of my mind. The inside of the house was a maze of dark, heavy drapes, Japanese silk paintings, and lengths of beads, with small, delicate furniture set low to the floor. The light was dim and diffused, and the faint tinkle of wind chimes sounded as I breathed in the heady, spicy odor of incense. She stood in front of me and smiled up at me, her hands concealed in the wide sleeves of the long, trailing kimono. I reached down and slipped my shoes off inside the door, then I walked into the living room, looking around at the dollhouse furniture and feeling as large and clumsy as an outsize ox.
"Welcome to my home," she said softly, her voice droning in an almost ritualistic tone and her slight accent making her voice foreign and exotic.
"Your home is very beautiful, Sue," I said, looking around at the silk wall screens and the dark, lacquered designs on the furniture.
"I am, as you see, Japanese," she said with a small, almost apologetic laugh. "Would you like tea, or perhaps a beer?"
"Let's take a look at those faucets first. I might need to get new seats for them, and all the stores will be closed before long."
"You are very kind to go to so much trouble for me," she said, motioning toward a door across the room and leading me toward it. "I hesitate to call a workman, because I value my privacy very highly."
The kimono concealed her figure as the shift had done, and its length made her seem even smaller as I looked down at her and followed her into the kitchen. I pulled my mind away from her with an effort as I began working on the leaky faucets. I turned the water off under the sink and quickly pulled the faucet stems, then took the washer keeping screws off and replaced the washers. She stood with her hands folded and silently watched me as I took the faucets apart and assembled them again, then she smiled when I turned the water back on and tried the faucets.
"Very good," she said. "They no longer leak."
I nodded, gathering up the tools and washers. "Those weren't too bad. Where're the other ones?"
"In the bathroom," she said, turning toward the door.
It was a typical Japanese bathroom, which again took me back several years. The floor was bare concrete and covered with a wood grating to walk on, with a large drain in the center of the floor. One side of the room was filled with a large, oval-shaped wood tub, and there was a laundry-sized sink near it to provide water for a splash bath prior to getting into the tub. The small lavatory sink was on the other side of the room, and the faucets in both sinks were leaking. New faucet washers fixed them, and Sue was smiling gratefully as I gathered up the tools again.
"It was very good of you to come and fix these for me, but I can't understand why you are working as a laborer when you are a skilled plumber."
She shrugged and glanced around as we started to leave. "Have you ever taken a bath in a Japanese bathtub?"
I nodded. "When I was in Japan."
"Do you enjoy it."
"Very much."
"Would you like to take a bath in my tub?"
I looked down at her, wondering whether or not she was simply being courteous, then she showed her small, even teeth in a smile. "I do mean it, Jim."
I laughed and nodded. "OK, I'd like to, Sue."
She took a folder of matches from a shelf and leaned down by the tub to light the gas jet. The kimono clung to her small, firm hips as she bent down, and she glanced up at me as my eyes were moving over her, devouring her slender figure. She dropped her eyes demurely and stood up, and she walked over to the shelf to replace the matches. "It will be hot presently. Come into the living room and I will make tea for you."
It was jasmine tea, and the sharp taste of the tea in my mouth seemed to fit in with the odor of the incense in the house and the delicate, tantalizing fragrance of the perfume she wore. She asked me about being in Japan, but it bordered on subjects I never discussed and which seemed to be much closer to me in the hauntingly familiar atmosphere in the house, so I turned the conversation back to the house. She told me of the Japanese couple she had bought it from and pointed out different pieces of furniture which she had bought on trips to Japan. I tried to turn the talk toward an invitation for sex a couple of times as we sat and chatted, but she neatly evaded the issue and I finally gave up on it. When we finished the second cup of tea she remarked that the water in the tub should be hot enough, and I got up and flexed my knees as I followed her into the bathroom again.
She took a couple of towels from a closet in the hall and put them on a rack near the tub, then she pulled a small stool from under the laundry sink. "Do you know how to take a bath as the Japanese do?"
"I run the sink full of water and sit on the stool to dip it over myself, then I lather up. I rinse off with water from the sink, then I get into the bathtub to soak."
She smiled and nodded, then she looked down at the floor hesitantly, a light flush of color on her face. "I am a widow, so it is permissible for me to help you bathe, if you wish."
"Yes, I'd like that, Sue."
She nodded, keeping her face averted from mine, and walked toward the door. "If you will remove your clothes and hang them up, I will be back in a moment."
There was a burning glow spreading up through me from my balls as I watched her disappear through the door and quietly close it behind her. I was still a long way from being assured of an opportunity to enjoy her small, slender body, but I felt that I'd taken a giant step toward that object by achieving the familiarity of her helping me take a bath. I unbuttoned my shirt and hung it on a peg near the door, then I slipped my undershirt off and hung it on top of my shirt. I had removed my socks and was unfastening my pants when she came back into the room. Her long, raven hair was piled up on top of her head and held in place with an ivory clasp, and she was wearing a loose terry cloth robe and a pair of tiny shower shoes. She smiled slightly as she walked past me and went to the sink, but her eyes still didn't meet mine. She put the plug in the bottom of the sink and turned the faucets on, and I slipped out of my pants. The excitement of the situation had made my cock lengthen slightly and swell to the point where it wasn't quite limp, and it swung slowly back and forth in front of me as I walked over to the stool and sat down.
"Do you like your job at the pet shop?" she asked in a conversational, impersonal tone as she rolled up the sleeves on the robe, baring her small, slender arms.
"It'll do for now, I guess."
She nodded, picking up a small saucepan and scooping it full of water. "Tell me if this is too hot, please," she said, dribbling the water slowly down my bare back.
"Just right," I said, ignoring the sting of the hot water.
"It is quite hot," she said, nodding and apparently reading my mind again, "but the water in the tub is very hot and it is necessary that you accustom yourself to the heat before you get into the tub." She poured the water slowly down my back, then began dipping the water out of the sink and soaking me down with it. "What did you do before you came to work at the pet shop?"
"Sort of bummed around. Worked on the docks, gardening job, and things like that."
"You are an educated man. What did you study to do?"
"To be able to teach or go to school some more, neither of which suits me right now."
She put the saucepan to one side, picked up a large sponge and a bar of soap, then she began lathering the sponge. "Why did you not remain in the Army?" she asked as she began rubbing the sponge over my shoulders.
I stiffened and looked up at her in surprise; I always avoided mention of my abortive Army career to anyone, and the ease with which she apparently read my mind was uncanny. "How did you know I was in the Army?"
"Your mannerisms, your attitude toward things..." She turned away and dipped the sponge in the sink, lathered it with the soap again, then turned back to me and lifted my arm and delicately touched the sponge to my armpit. "Are you sensitive there?" When I shook my head she deftly soaped my armpit, then held my arm against her body as she rubbed it vigorously with the sponge. "Your impatience with homosexuals is a characteristic of soldiers, and you mentioned being in Japan. It is common for soldiers to visit Japan, but few civilians go there." She nodded toward my head. "You also have your hair short as a soldier does, and there are many other things." She knelt by me and began rubbing the sponge over my chest and stomach. "Yes, it is obvious to an interested observer that you were a soldier for much of your life." She stood up and lathered the sponge again, then she began rubbing it up and down my back. "It is also obvious that you still wish to be a soldier, but the subject is painful to you and I will not refer to it again."
"I was thrown out of the Army."
She stood absolutely still for a moment, then she slowly began rubbing the sponge up and down my back again. "Have you lived here long?" she asked, abruptly changing the subject.
I began telling her about the various places I had lived, and she listened closely, asking questions about the people and the jobs I'd had. She finished soaping me down to my waist, then she pulled at my arm for me to stand. She peeled the foreskin back on my cock and washed it, and it quickly swelled to an erection in her hands. She appeared not to notice it as she soaped my legs and feet, then she ran the sink full of water again and rinsed me. The hard-on had subsided slightly as she finished soaping me, then it swelled back up as she rinsed my cock and balls with her small, thin hands. Again she appeared not to notice it, and she nodded toward the tub as she put the pan, sponge, and soap away.
I gasped as the hot water touched my skin, and my hard-on left as I gingerly lowered one foot toward the bottom of the tub. She was pulling the plug from the bottom of the sink to let the water drain, and she looked toward me with a smile. "Is it too hot? I can pour in some cold water, if you wish."
I shook my head and gritted my teeth. "I'll make it. How often do you take hot baths?"
"Every night. I have few friends here and little in the form of recreation except television, so I have ample time for leisurely baths."
I got both feet on the bottom of the tub and began slowly lowering myself into it. "Well, it would save heating the water twice for you to take a bath at the same time that I do."
I finally got my ass on the bottom of the tub, with the scalding water coming halfway up my chest, and I looked up at her. She was standing and looking at me, her face a blank, expressionless mask. I felt a stab of trepidation, wondering if I had pushed things too fast; with a Western woman it was a short step between the physical contact we'd had and sex, but it was far different with an
Asian. "Well, I didn't mean to piss you off, honey."
"I am not angry," she said in a low, controlled voice. "Would you like for me to take a bath with you?"
I nodded. "Yes, I'd like that."
She turned and put the plug back in the bottom of the sink, then turned the faucets back on. The feeling that I was being cooked alive was forgotten as I watched her cross the room toward the pegs, fumbling with the belt on her robe, then she slid out of the robe with a movement of her shoulders. She was wearing a bra and brief panties, but enough of her body was revealed to make the breath catch in my throat. The glowing golden color of her skin was a deep tinge which seemed to emanate from below her skin rather than lie on the surface like a suntan, and her limbs had clean, slender lines which were in perfect proportion. Her back was slender and slightly curved, tapering to the smooth swell of her small, pert buttocks, and her breasts were small and hard, jutting out in the diminutive cups of her bra. The animal-like grace I had observed in her movements was much more noticeable in her state of undress, and my eyes were glued to her as she walked back across the room to the sink. She stood in front of the sink and splashed the water on herself, and the wispy fabric of her panties clung wetly to her skin as the water rolled over them. I could see the small bulge and slight cleavage of the front of her vulva, and the hot water stung my cock as it swelled and grew.
She quickly washed and rinsed, then she walked toward the tub. Her eyes were on the floor as she walked toward me, and she smiled hesitantly when
I put out my hand to help her into the tub. She took my hand and raised her foot, then hesitated. "Shall I sit at the other end of the tub, or would you like for me to sit behind you and massage your back?"
"I'd like for you to sit in front of me with your back to me."
She nodded and lifted her foot into the tub, and her smooth, delicately shaped buttocks passed within inches of my face as she lowered herself into the tub. I resisted the impulse to lean forward and kiss her buttocks through her wet panties, and I put my arms loosely around her as she settled down into the water. She put her hands on my knees as she relaxed, and I pulled her back against me until the trembling shaft of my cock was pressing against her back. The delicate fragrance of her hair filled my nostrils, making the passion rage through me, and I tightened my arms around her as I let one of my hands slide down her stomach. She sat still until my hand finally crept down to the clinging fabric of her panties and began groping at her vulva, then she grasped my hand firmly and put it back on her stomach. "We are taking a bath now, Jim," she said, a slight tone of reproof in her voice.
The hungry need was clamoring in my head, and I had to know if I could have her. "May I do that later, then?" I asked, my voice trembling with desire.
She nodded slightly. "If you wish."
Her calm reply startled me, and I wondered momentarily if she had fully understood my meaning. I looked at the masses of shining black hair piled on her head and the wisps which had escaped and scattered around her slim, delicate neck, and I leaned forward to touch my lips to her small, thin shoulder. "We'll make love later?"
She nodded her head again fractionally. "If you wish, Jim."
Relief exploded inside me, almost overcoming the thrill of anticipation I felt, and a nervous laugh escaped me. "God, you say that so easily. If you only knew how I wanted you-"
"I want you too, Jim," she said softly, shifting slightly and leaning back against me.
Again the small, beautiful woman's comment surprised me. "Why?"
She turned and looked up at me, and her dark, slanted eyes seemed to be deep pools of mystery. "Because you are a soldier." She glanced up at my forehead and she reached up to wipe the sweat from it with her small hand. She dabbled her hand in the water, then reached up and wiped it across my forehead again. She touched the tip of a finger to the small lump on the bridge of my nose where it had been broken, then she touched the scar in my hairline and trailed the tip of her finger along the barely visible line of scar tissue along the bottom of my jaw. "A soldier's face," she said softly, smiling up at me, then she put her hand on my shoulder and let it slide down to my bicep. "A soldier's body," she whispered. She looked into my eyes again, and I thought of other times and other places when I had looked down into the warm, soft beauty of Oriental eyes as she put her hand behind my head and raised herself to press her lips lightly against mine. "And I am a soldier's woman," she said as our lips parted. "You have made me think of you and it has excited me. Let us dry off and go into the bedroom, and we can finish our bath later."
I helped her out of the tub, and she trotted over to get the towels as I got out of the tub. She dried me, but she still twisted away from me when I tried to take her into my arms to feel and kiss her. She rubbed the towel over herself quickly as she moved around the bathroom and nimbly evaded my grasp, then she wrapped her small hand around my wrist and led me into the bedroom. It also seemed to be too small for me, with tiny furniture and an Asian-style bed of mattresses on the floor, but my mind was on the nymph-like figure of the Japanese girl and my raging desire for her.
She pulled the top covers back and pressed me down on the bed, and I looked up at her as she stood beside the bed and reached back to unfasten her bra. It dropped loose, and she shrugged out of it. Her breasts were small, smooth, and hard, and her large, dark nipples stood straight out from her body. She put her fingers into her panties and pushed them down, and my eyes became fixed on the thin, soft wisp of hair between her slender thighs. She stepped onto the bed and lay down, then she turned on her side and faced me, a golden, oriental goddess of sexual delight. "Now you may do as you wish, Jim," she whispered, and a spasm of lust roared through me, making my hands tremble as I reached for her.
Her skin had a silky, delicate texture, a satin smoothness which felt as soft as powder, and I ran my hands slowly up and down her slender back as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her toward me. She opened her mouth as our lips met, and the fresh, minty taste of her saliva filled my mouth as I thrust my tongue into her. She nibbled at my tongue with her teeth and wriggled her tongue into my mouth, darting it around inside my lips and along the edges of my teeth, and I could feel her warm, steady breath against my cheek as I cupped her buttocks in my hands and felt them. I was seized by an agony of desire to feel her all over, and it seemed as though I couldn't move my hands rapidly enough over her breasts, hips, back, and thighs to satisfy myself. I pressed her back on the bed and put my mouth on her breast as I kept feeling her, and she combed her fingers through my hair as I opened my mouth wide and took most of one of her small breasts into it. I sucked it and dragged the tip of my tongue around her nipple, then I moved to her other breast and began sucking it. My hand moved down her stomach to her pussy, and she spread her thighs apart for me so I could feel her soft, virtually hairless vulva. It was small and delicate, and in the back of my mind I knew that I would have to be gentle with the tiny woman or I would hurt her. I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in the soft, warm flesh of her stomach, and she curled around me and moved her lips from side to side on my back with a tantalizing touch as I groped for her navel with the tip of my tongue. I could feel her body stiffen slightly as I found her navel and drove the tip of my tongue into it, then I moved on down toward her pussy with my lips. She spread her thighs apart and stretched out on her back again as my lips touched the thin, downy hair between her thighs, then I stuck my tongue out and licked her small pussy. Her hand stroked slowly up and down my back as she spread her legs further apart and arched her back to press her pussy up toward me, and I began licking it with long strokes of my tongue. I was so aroused and my desire for her was such a raging passion within me that I was debating whether to bring her to a climax with my tongue or to climb on her and sink my cock into her slender body when she sat up and put her arms around my head as she patted me softly. "Darling, you do want to make love several times, do you not?"
I looked up at her, my chest heaving as I gasped for breath. "God, I want to do it all night. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you now-"
Her teeth glinted in the dim light as she smiled gently and cupped my face in her small hands. "Doubtless you are sincere, but you probably feel that way each time you have sex. If you wish to do it more than once, though, perhaps I'd better do it for you the first time so you do not become too fatigued."
I sat up and looked at her. "What do you mean?"
She pushed at my shoulder. "Lie on your back and I will show you."
I stretched out on the bed, watching her. She knelt by me and wrapped her fingers around my cock, then she bent over and opened her mouth wide as she dipped her head down. The muscles in my thighs jerked convulsively and I groaned involuntarily from the feel of her hot, damp mouth on the head of my cock. She slowly wrapped her tongue around the head of my cock, making it tremble and throb as I writhed on the bed, then she opened her mouth wider and thrust her head down on my cock until the head of it touched the back of her throat. She slowly pulled her head back up, letting my cock slide from her mouth with a lingering pressure of her lips, then she lapped my cock with her tongue again. The semen was beginning to swell and balloon in me from the feel of her mouth on my cock and the sight of her beautiful body bending over me when she suddenly stood up and straddled me.
She lowered herself over my cock until the head of it was touching her soft vulva, then she reached down and grasped it in her hand as she began pressing downward. I then understood that she had mouthed my cock for the dual purpose of titillating me and lubricating my cock, because her pussy was incredibly tight. She wriggled my cock back and forth for long moments and cautiously pressed down as she worked the lips of her pussy wide enough to take the head of my cock in, and I could see the muscles standing out on her supple legs as she exerted herself to satisfy me. She finally pressed downward with a quick wriggling motion of her slim hips, and I gasped as an almost painful sensation lanced through me. Her pussy was hot and it was so tight that it felt as though the head of my cock had been stripped of skin as it slid into her. She held herself absolutely motionless for a moment, then she began moving up and down with slow, careful movements. My cock gradually slid further into her, then she released my cock and leaned forward to brace herself with her hands on my chest as she continued sliding up and down on my cock. A moment later she had completely absorbed my cock into her slender body, and she panted slightly as she sat with her legs folded on either side of my thighs and her small buttocks resting on my thighs. "Does it feel good, darling?" she whispered in a shaking voice.
"God, yes," I groaned. "You have the tightest pussy I've ever felt. It's like a virgin's."
"It has been a long time since I made love, and I am happy if it gives you pleasure."
I grunted, reaching down to feel her smooth, slender thighs, and she put her hands on mine to press them harder against her thighs. She looked down at me for a moment, then she leaned forward slightly and put her hands on my chest again as she revolved her hips, moving my cock around inside her. The blood pounded madly in my head from the sensation of my cock being massaged inside her hot, tight pussy, and I reached for her breasts. She leaned further forward so I could feel her breasts, and she began moving up and down on my cock as I fondled them.
At first her motions were slight, with only a small rise and drop in her small ass, then she began rising further up. She gradually worked her way up my cock until she was leaving only the head of it in her, and she pressed herself slowly back down until she was again completely impaled on it. She was limber and supple, and slid easily up and down on my cock with a smooth, regular motion. I lay back with my head pillowed on my forearm and watched the slender, beautiful woman fucking herself with my cock, and raging waves of sensation poured over me from the feel of her tight pussy sheathing my cock. She gradually began moving faster, and in the dim light I could see that her face was becoming flushed with arousal as well as exertion.
She began breathing harder as she bounced rapidly up and down, and I stretched my arm down to grope in her pussy with my fingers. I found her clitoris, and she gave a small moan as I stroked the tiny organ. She planted her hands more firmly on my chest and her hips pumped up and down with a steady, rapid rhythm, and I suddenly realized that I was on the point of breaking into an orgasm. I started to reach out and take her body in my hands to stop her movements, then it was too late. The hard knot of semen ballooned precipitately, becoming suddenly too massive to contain, and I thrust up off the bed as my control ruptured. The relief and pangs of ecstasy made me dizzy as I felt the come flood out of me and rush deep into her body, and grasped her tiny waist firmly between my hands to hold her as I pumped the come into her with fierce lunges of my hips. She gave a small cry and began writhing wildly on top of me, then she fell forward on me and grasped at my shoulders with her slender fingers as she broke into an orgasm. We thrashed together in wild convulsions for a moment, then I fell limply back on the bed and she collapsed on top of me.
I dozed off, and woke as she tugged at my arm. I got up and followed her into the bathroom. The wood grating over the cement floor was still damp where she had washed moments before, and I sat limply on the stool as she sponged my cock and balls. Threads of life began to creep back into me as the sensation of her nimble hands on my cock roused me, and I cupped her small breast in my hand and felt it as she knelt in front of me. She looked up at me and smiled, then she dipped her head down and took my cock into her mouth. I grunted and jerked from the feel of her mouth on my cock, then I ran my hands up and down her body, feeling her smooth skin and fondling her, as she slowly sucked at my cock. Life began to ebb back into it, and she moved around in front of me and positioned herself comfortably on her knees to suck my cock. It slowly stretched and swelled as I looked down at her and fondled her breasts, then it was too long for her to hold in her mouth and she was rapidly bobbing her head up and down on the head of it.
I lifted her and turned her around to make her bend over the sink so I could dog fuck her, but she looked up at me over her shoulder and shook her head slightly. "Let's go back into the bedroom, darling-you will be more comfortable."
We walked back through the house to the bedroom, and I leaned down to fondle her small, hard buttocks, as she kept her fingers wrapped around my cock. When we entered the bedroom, she immediately walked over to the bed and dropped on her hands and knees, positioned for me to dog fuck her. I crouched behind her and positioned myself, and she reached back with one hand to guide my cock into her. It was not as tight as it had been the first time, but it still took us several moments to position ourselves exactly right and guide the head of my cock into her tiny pussy. It finally slipped into her, and she rested her head on her forearms as I grasped her small waist and began fucking her. I gradually worked all of it into her, and as I looked down at my cock sliding in and out of her, it seemed almost impossible that my thick, swollen cock could bury itself in the small woman's body without hurting her. She was so small and petite that I could easily reach down and feel her breasts as I drove my cock into her with long, hard strokes, and she arched her back to hold her pussy up toward me. My climax caught me completely unaware again. One moment I was floating in the ecstatic feeling of my cock sliding into her hot, tight pussy as I looked down at her slender back, delicate neck and shoulders, and masses of shining black hair, then I was gripping her waist with all of my strength as I pumped my semen into her with frantic lunges. My climax triggered a violent orgasm in her, making her go completely limp and collapse under me, and we ended up on our sides with her smooth, curved buttocks clutched against my belly as I drove the last of my come into her. Her hair broke loose from the clasp and scattered over the pillow as she tossed her head from side to side and cried out in wild abandon, and the knowledge of her sensations achieving a peak made the feeling racing through me much more acute.
When she aroused me again she had made tea, and I lay on one elbow and sipped at the small delicate cup while she went into the bathroom and washed again. She took me into the bathroom to wash me, and the sight of her naked body and the feel of her hands on me aroused me again. This time I didn't let her escape from the initial urgency of my passion, and I dog fucked her as she leaned over the sink. We stumbled back into the bedroom and fell onto the bed, and I fell asleep. She woke me later, and I numbly followed her into the bathroom and climbed into the tub. The scalding water stung me awake, and when she knelt behind me and kneaded the muscles in my back I developed an awareness of her beautiful, naked body once more. The icy water she splashed over me to rinse off the sweat stimulated me to another erection, and I was almost as surprised as she when we looked down at the trembling hard-on. It was a strong, durable hard-on, and I fucked her for what seemed to be an endless time before the writhing of her nimble body under mine brought me to a climax. I was almost totally exhausted after that, and when I sat on the stool for her to wash me, I leaned back against the sink so I wouldn't fall off the stool. She was tender and solicitous as she helped me into my clothes, and the hard, firm pressure of her small lips on mine was a lingering memory as I stumbled down the street toward the nearest taxi stand.
Fifteen
Barbara's puffy, tear-stained face startled me as I walked into the apartment. I glanced at my watch; it was after one o'clock in the morning. "Christ, honey, I wouldn't have worked so late if I knew you were going to be here-I thought you were feeling bad. Do you have a good excuse set up with Diana?"
She choked back a sob as she shook her head sadly. "I don't need one for tonight-she knows all about us, Jim, and she told me that she's going to call the police the first thing in the morning."
It hit me like a solid blow in the stomach, and I dropped into a chair. "Jesus Christ, how did she find out, Barb?" I asked automatically, then I waved my hand negatively as she caught her breath in a sobbing gasp and started to explain. "Shit-it doesn't matter. It was inevitable that she'd find out eventually, I guess." I suddenly noticed the suitcases by the door. "What's this?"
"My things. I thought I'd take them back home, and we could both deny that we know each other." Her face suddenly broke and she buried her face in her hands as she began sobbing bitterly. "God, Jim, I don't know what to do. I'll kill myself, that's what I'll do. You're the only one I have, and if I can't have you then I'd rather be dead."
I got up and walked over to the couch to sit by her. She swung quickly around and put her face against my chest as I put my arm around her small, shaking shoulders. "Don't talk like that, honey. Give me a minute to think about it-this has hit me like a ton of bricks."
She wrapped her arms around my neck and cried with steady, bitter sobs which shook her entire body. I was so weary that my muscles ached, and I felt a deep sense of depression, as I frequently did after a sexual marathon. It was fundamentally evident that I had to leave, but I could find no sense of direction or purpose in my mind as I pondered where to go. Then what Sue had said about my still being a soldier flashed through my mind.
The Army was out of the question because of the charges I had been under when I was discharged, but there was another army, an army which used the same weapons and skills but plain, unmarked uniforms to implement the more subtle and secretive strategies of foreign policy. I had turned down an attempt at recruitment before, because the principles which I had formed in my mind would accept only an army which was based on tradition and the full panoply of insignia, banners, badges, and patches identifying country, corps, and unit. I had scorned an army unrecognized by its own country and one which functioned on subterfuge. Now I thought again, and I could clearly remember the cold, lifeless eyes and hard, ruthless face of the man who had talked to me as well as the address and telephone number he had made me memorize.
An army was an army, others who had been unfairly disgraced had gone to the anonymity of the hidden army, and there would be the same familiar camaraderie, warm comfort of friends at each shoulder, and exhilarating thrill of the nearness of death. Before, I had been a soldier for others. Now I could be one for myself. The address and telephone number of the recruiting station was in Florida.
"How would you like to go to Tampa?" I asked Barbara, shaking her slightly.
She raised her tear stained face. "Where?"
"Tampa, Florida. How would you like to go with me there?"
Shock, disbelief, then ecstatic happiness passed over her face. "Do you mean it, Jim?" she squealed, clutching her arms around my neck. "Do you really mean it? You'll take me with you?"
I nodded. "I might have a job where I'd have to go away for a few weeks now and then, but we'll have a house and everything because I'll be making pretty good money-"
She shook her head violently, cutting me off. "I don't care-I don't care. As long as I have you, I don't care what else is involved."
I stood up and tugged at her arm. "Where's your car?"
"Downstairs."
"Come on and help me get my shit together, and we'll leave."
"Jim..." her voice stopped me as I started to walk toward the bedroom. "What is it, honey?" I asked, turning.
She rubbed the tears from her cheeks and cleared her throat as she smiled at me. "I feel a lot better now. If you like, we could make love now. It'll be hours before Diana calls the police...."
I kept my expression casual as I scratched my head and looked up at the ceiling, as though in thought, then I shook my head. "We'd better not, honey. We need all the head start we can get.
There'll be plenty of time for that when we're on the other side of... say, Nevada or so."
"Are you sure you can wait that long?"
I nodded as I turned toward the bedroom again. "Well, we can always stop in a motel along the way if it looks safe, honey. Come on and help me with my things."
