As far as I was concerned, it was settled. I was tired of being momma's" girl; tired of always feeling left out, like not one of the crowd. I was sick of hearing about the girl's experiences, and always been left out all my life.
There were seven short days until the end of the term, end of the school year, and the summer was going to be different-much different.
I had written to mother and dad informing them that I wasn't coming home; that they could count me out of their summer plans. I had no intention of going up to the woods for all the tea in China.
Oh, yes, this was going., to be my summer. I was going to cater to every single one of my whims-anything to do, I was going to. And, most of all, I was going to get myself a boyfriend-a male companion-to share everything with. I was going to find a boy I could like and give myself to ... completely. By the time school started, I would have plenty to talk about. I wouldn't be a virgin anymore. I'd be one of them.
I suppose my room mate at school had plenty of experience to help her come to a decision. She'd come bouncing in at night, looking like she had been floating on cloud nine and fill my head with all kinds of wonderful stories of her and Gil. We didn't really have too much to talk about since I had such a total lack of experience. But the feeling that she generated started inside my head that, throughout the school year, grew, and blossomed into a full scale desire.
I knew my parents wouldn't go along with the idea. That they wouldn't send the check that I had asked for to cover my share of rent on the apartment my roommate, Linda, and myself had rented for the summer, right here in Boston. But even that didn't bother me or scare me in the least. I'd already made arrangements to work in an office for the summer. I'd make more than enough money to support myself if they didn't come through. Everything was perfect. I had everything sewn up; nothing could go wrong ... at least, that's what I thought, then.
Moving was a real blast. Gil and a couple of friends toted our valises, cartons and shopping-bags from the dorm over to our apartment. It wasn't much, but at least, it was mine-or half mine. It was the first time in my life that I had ever done anything without my parents" consent and I loved it.
It was a small two and a half rooms. A basement apartment. But, to me, it was the most wonderful place in the world. And to make things more exciting, Gil was coming back to dinner that first night with a friend.
That first day was really hectic. After Gil and his buddies brought everything in, they took off to give us a little time to get settled. Linda and I raced around, putting things in drawers, rearranging the furniture, sticking up pennants on the walls and giving the place a general feeling of "home." I couldn't understand why Linda was so excited. She had done this every year since she started college, but I guess the feeling never really wears off.
Finally, everything was in its place and we stacked the boxes, shopping-bags and other containers outside and settled back for a couple of minutes to reflect.
"Hey," Linda said, sitting on the old fashioned sofa, "We don't have anything in the house for dinner."
"My dear!" I said, feeling panic race through my body. "What time is it?" I said, leaping from the sofa and running for the kitchen.
"They'll be here in a couple of hours. We'll have to hurry," I continued.
"Calm down," Linda said, casually.
"What do you mean, calm down? How can we have dinner if there's no tiling to cook?'
"You don't think that's what they're really interested in, do you?"
I didn't answer. I still wasn't comfortable about talking on the subject I'd never experienced before. I felt foolish ... like anything I might say, Linda would laugh at.
"Calm down," she smiled, patting the cushion next to her. "You have a lot to learn. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be a different person."
"I hope so," I said, flatly, but sincerely.
"Take my word for it," she said.
"Well, what are we going to do?" I went on.
"We'll get some TV dinners, or something," she answered.
I chuckled at the notion of inviting someone to dinner and then serving frozen dinners. Beyond belief, mother would the if she knew I was eating one, no less serving it to company.
"Sounds great," I said, defying my own thoughts. "Let's get the greasy kind!" I chuckled, mostly to myself.
I couldn't believe that I was as relaxed as I was acting.
We had gotten the TV dinners and had them in the oven when the door bell rang.
Linda was in the bathroom applying the finishing touches to her makeup, and I felt the fear registering through my whole being. I looked into the mirror and checked my reflection. I made certain that every wisp of my blond hair sat perfectly. My makeup never looked better, and the outfit that Linda insisted I wear clung to my body like a second skin. There was no doubt about it, I looked good ... felt good.
With a confidence I never felt before, I ran to the door and opened it.
"Hi, Gil," I said, smiling broadly. And then my eye went quickly to his friend.
My heart did flips. I couldn't believe this guy was my date for the evening. He looked like some sort of Greek Adonis, with dark, curly hair that tumbled freely down over his forehead. His jaw-line was square, masculine. His skin was smooth, and the blue shirt he wore matched his eyes, perfectly.
"Well, are you going to invite us in?" Gil asked, jokingly.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, stepping back from the doorway, allowing them to enter.
Gil was nearly six feet, and his friend stood a good inch or so above him. He had a body that a football star would be proud to have.
"Bob ... this is Rosalie," Gill said, making the introductions.
"Hi," he said to me, smiling.
"Hello," I stammered, not knowing what else to say and wishing that Linda would hurry out. "Where's my girl?" Gill asked.
"In the bathroom," I said, unable to take my eyes off Bob.
"Excuse me a minute," he said, and turned away toward the John.
"Would you like to sit down?" I asked, for the lack of something to say.
"Sure," he answered, his smile constant.
He seemed relaxed and confident, but I guess he had every reason to. Girls must throw themselves at him and give him every tiling he wanted. And this girl wasn't going to be any different
"Like a beer, or something?" I went on, nervously, still standing in front of him.
"That would be nice,'" he said, taking a cigarette from his pack and offering me one.
"No, thanks," I said. "I don't ... "
Then, suddenly, something happened inside my head, and I wanted to. I wanted to shake all my old habits.
"Thanks," I said. I think I will." I took a smoke from his pack.
He held the match for me and I was afraid that I was going to start choking ... I dragged, lightly, on the cigarette and blew the smoke out immediately, without inhaling.
"You haven't been smoking long, have you?" "My first," I confided.
"Well, that is something," he said. "Why don't you sit down and I'll get us a couple of beers?"
"Oh, no," I went on, "You stay where you are and I'll get them." I was grateful for the chance to move about.
I took a little longer than was necessary, but as soon as I heard Linda and Gill moving down toward the living room, I let out a sigh of relief.
"You two want a beer?" I called.
"Natch!" Gil answered, on his-way by.
"Four beers coming up!" I said.
I set the four bottles and glasses on a tray and moved back into the living room with the cigarette dangling from my lips.
"Good God!" Linda yelped. "What's with you?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't make a big deal out of it and embarrass me.
"The cigarette," she said. "Since when?"
"Right now," I answered, smiling back at her.
Linda smiled and winked. She understood, I felt certain.
The evening went slowly. Gil and Linda rambled on about books and things, while Bob and I made small talk. The situation was starting to ease. Everything had been cleared up from dinner and Gil and Linda had settled into a loving mood.
Bob and I were sitting on the sofa with his strong arm around my shoulder. I was struggling to keep our conversation going, struggling to keep my eyes off Gil's and Linda's bodies.
"How'd you like to go for a ride?" Bob asked. "It's a beautiful night and my car's right outside."
"I'd love to," I answered, truthfully.
The situation was starting to get tense, and I knew Gil and Linda would like to be alone. Quite frankly, I wanted to be alone with Bob, too. I wanted to make out with him; wanted to make love with him, but I didn't know how to get it across.
"Where would you like to go?" he asked, once we were in the car.
"I don't really care ... any place. I just felt a little dl at ease ... like we were intruding, in there."
"I know what you mean," Bob answered, reaching across the seat and tugging lightly on my arm. I knew what he meant and shifted my position, moving across the seat, closer to him.
"Come on ... all the way," he said, smiling at me.
It was what I warned to hear. I slid over the rest of the way and my body touched his. His strong arms went around my breasts. I felt desire like I had never known it, before. I wanted to give myself over to this man, completely. Tonight was the night that I was going to become a woman. Tonight I was going to give up my virginity.
It seemed almost natural when Bob asked if I wanted to go to his Fraternity house.
"Sure," I answered, trying to calm the feelings that I was having. Trying to concentrate on his hand which dangled just an inch, or so, above my breast I wanted to reach up and pull it down on me, to feel the strong manly fingers squeezing ... manipulating the flesh that was on fire.
"I feel like I've known you a long time," I blurted out, letting my head rest on his shoulder. "I'm glad."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I'm glad that you're so comfortable."
"I guess that's it," I said. "I feel more comfortable with you than with anyone I've ever been with."
He didn't answer and I was glad for the silence. Glad for the opportunity to explore my own feelings. I knew in my heart why I felt so at ease with Bob; knew that there was no conflict. I knew exactly what I was going to do. I had laid my own path and I knew, honestly, in my heart, that I was going tcgo dnough with it. There was no backing out, this time. I wanted him ... wanted him to possess me. Wanted him to turn me into a woman.
"How come so quiet?" he asked.
"I was just thinking."
"Private thoughts?'
"Yes," I answered.
Again, silence fell between us. I knew that he, too, was thinking his own thoughts. I wondered if any of them were tender ... loving ... or if all of them centered around the bulge in his pants. I wondered if he could think about anything else besides getting into me.
"I'm a virgin, you know!" The words were out before I could stop them. I was afraid that he might not want me; might not want to go through the bother, the aggravation of breaking me in.
He looked at me, his eyes registering surprise ... or maybe, shock. I couldn't really tell. But he didn't say anything. He only hall smiled and tightened his grip around my shoulders. I took it to mean he was happy.
To offset the fear that my telling him might have turned him off, might have ruined any ideas that he might have had, forced me into action. I had to make sure that he wanted me; had to make sure that I was going to get what I needed tonight. And so, I let my hand drop down onto his hard thigh and creep ... inch ... inward until it was only a fraction of an inch away from his groin. A hair's breadth distance between my fingertips and his cock. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to reach out and feel the soft, warm flesh between his legs. I wanted to pull his fly down; to kiss it, to make love to that part of him that would make me groan and squirm with pleasure iii a snort while.
I had to cling onto the seat and squeeze with all my might to prevent myself from letting my hand go that short distance. I tried not to stare at the spot; tried to keep my eyes from resting on it too long. But every time I turned away, I was drawn back to the spot as if I had no will.
I shuddered to myself as I saw the large heavy-looking bulge move, slightly. I knew that my hand was doing what it was supposed to. I knew that my fingers being so close to him was exciting him; turning his flesh hard, and that if I didn't move my hand, soon he'd have a full-scale hard-on.
In amazement, I watched myself as I let my hand creep ever so slowly, even closer, as I watched the bulge become larger and larger, right before my eyes. I could hardly believe what I saw. It was so very long, so very thick, and the thought of it penetrating my body scared me, tremendously.
I tried to pull my eyes away from it; tried to look at his handsome face, at his magnificent body, but over and over again, my eyes fell and stayed on his crotch.
I began licking my lips, instinctively, as I saw it hard
... swollen now; saw his prick jerking in his pants. I didn't know what to say ... what to do. The silence in the car was becoming almost impossible. I was sorry that I had started it; sorry that I was here with him. I just wanted to run, but, even I knew there'd be no running away from this, no matter how much I wanted to.
Bob took one hand off the steering wheel and reached out, taking mine in his. In one, swift, easy motion, he brought my palm and fingers over onto the length of his joint.
That was the first time I'd ever held a man's prick; the first time I'd ever touched it, even through material. I liked the feeling of it. It felt powerful and hard, like hard muscle. I thought of it being placed in my body; thought of us being joined by it as one person, with Bob was more than I could bear.
At last he pulled over to the curb and brought the car to a halt
"Here we are," he said. "How's that for parking?" he asked, pointing to a building next to the automobile.
"They knew you were coming," I answered, smiling, trying desperately for something witty to say.
I knew that my need for this man was more than just sex. I knew it was more than just having him bust my cherry. I liked him. I felt strange, mixed emotions about him. He was many things all wrapped up in a pretty package with a big ribbon tied around it. I could fall for him hook, line and sinker, instantly, on the spot, and I knew I wasn't putting any caution flags up. I knew that this was the first time in my whole life I was going to do what I felt, not what I thought I should do; not what others expected of me. I was going to start living my own life. I was going to worry about me.
For a moment, my thoughts started to stray to mother and dad. I wondered how they were taking the news. They hadn't written me; hadn't tried to get in touch with me in any way. They were probably furious, or else they thought this was a stage I was going through and I would come running home with my tail between my legs before the summer was out. But I had news for them. Their little girl was going to be very different the next time they saw her. Their little girl was going to be gone, and in her place was going to be a full-grown adult, a woman who knew what she wanted and did something about it.
The thoughts of my parents made me feel all that much more closer to Bob; made me feel like he was the only thing I had in the whole world. The only answer to my problems, and right now, the urgency I felt inside of me could only be calmed by him. He was my salvation at this point. It was all crazy and I was having feelings I never knew, before; feelings I didn't know exactly how to deal with. But-I wasn't going to try to suppress them. I was just going to be me. I didn't care. For the first time, I really didn't care that I wanted to get laid. I didn't try to hide it. I was almost happy that the whole entire evening centered around that enormous bulge in Bob's tight pants.
I was so involved with my own thoughts, I didn't even realize I had gotten out of the car and walked into the building and up the stairs to his apartment. He unlocked the door with his key and allowed me to enter first.
Usually, I would have immediately set about straightening things up. The whole apartment was in a general state of disorder; clothing tossed everywhere, cigarette butts overflowing from the ashtrays. Newspapers, books, strewn around.
It was a small apartment, with a kitchenette off the living room, and a bedroom alcove. I could see the large, double bed. The sheets were in a crumpled mess, and I chuckled, inwardly.
This was nothing like I expected it would be when the day finally came. I had always envisioned myself being in the bridal suite of some swank first-class hotel; a blushing bride in my pure white negligee and my prince charming offering me a glass of champagne. But this was better, because this was what I wanted.
I whirled on my heels and looked into Bob's eyes. He must have seen the urgency in my own, for he reached out to me and pulled me against his strong, hard flesh, patting my head, softly. He held me for a long moment, before pushing me back, slightly.
"You're really a beautiful girl, Rosalie."
I didn't answer him. I just looked down. And then, again, he was holding me to his body.
I felt his hand moving up; felt it lifting my chin, and I willingly gave way to the pressure and allowed my head to be tilted upward. My eyes were still closed, but I knew what was coming. I could feel his face getting lower, until at last, his lips closed over mine and I felt his tongue dart out, slowly, and touch my own lips. I parted my mouth slightly, and his tongue worked into my mouth. I felt it making lazy circles inside; felt it touching my own tongue and then moving backward toward my throat. My head whirled. It was magnificent. The rushed feeling raced through my body, and for a moment, I was afraid I was going to pass out.
I clung onto his strong shoulders for support and he misconstrued this for passion. His grip became tighter around my body and I felt my dress being crushed against his broad chest. I felt his hand beginning to move, slowly, sensuously, up and down my back. Finally, after hesitating several times, he allowed his fingers to move daringly low onto my ass.
I offered no resistance, and his hand became familiar with the soft flesh, there, was he squeezed gently and manipulated the skin of my buttocks through my dress.
He let out a low moan in his throat as his hand moved down even further, onto my sides, and he pulled that part of my body in against his own groin. I felt the pressure of his manhood pushing outward against me, and reflectively, started to pull away, catching myself just in time. I clung onto him even tighter.
"You're real good," he whispered into my ear.
"Make love to me." I sighed. "Make me yours. Possess me." The words came slipping out before I could stop them.
Bob didn't answer with words, but his actions more than told me he was going to do everything I wanted him to do.
He pulled back and took me by the hand and let me across the cluttered room toward the sleeping alcove. Gently he pushed me backward until I felt the mattress behind my knees and sat down, sinking deeply into the soft material.
Gently, he bent over and pulled my shoes from my feet. Then he moved up, closer, knelt at the side of the bed and pulled me to him. Our lips met and his clung to mine, once again. His tongue worked its way into my mouth as his hands reached behind me and began to undo the buttons. When at last he'd succeeded, he broke away and brought the material with him.
His breathing was heavy as his shaking fingers reached for the clasp of my bra. Expertly, he undid the hooks and brought the material over my shoulders and forward.
He gasped as my full, ripe breasts fell free of their confinement.
He looked into my eyes, his own narrowing. "Oh, baby," he moaned, and then dove for one of the milky ripe tits that was the object of his desire at this moment.
He kissed all around the first one and then moved to the second, leaving wet trails ... moist kisses ... all over my aching flesh.
Expertly he took my flesh into his hand and squeezed, gently pushing my tit upward, rubbing it against his chin as he sucked.
With his free hand, he began to massage the inside of my thigh, moving his thumb upward, setting my nerve endings on edge.
I didn't know how to respond to these new feelings, didn't know what to do to please him, and had to rely totally on instinct, since I was inexperienced in this field. Up until this time I had never allowed a boy to do more than kiss me, and perhaps brush my breasts through the material of my clothing.
I could tell he was excited ... real excited ... hot as hell. His breathing, his hands, his body, they were all stiff. I shivered with delight at the knowledge of this; relished the thought of him wanting me as much as I wanted him.
I knew that it had to be crazy, but I felt for a moment that I loved Bob more than I had ever loved anything or anybody in my whole life. It was totally insane, but it was the way I felt and there was nothing I could do about it.
I felt him pulling me upward, off the bed and onto my feet. Then I saw his smiling face, his sparkling eyes devouring me.
"Why don't we make ourselves comfortable?" he suggested, and then began unbuttoning his shirt.
I wasn't sure, exactly, what he meant; wasn't sure that I was supposed to remove the rest of my clothing now, or if I was supposed to wait and let him do it. I assumed that he wanted me to strip, judging from his actions, but I did it slowly. I didn't want to be nude, standing there in front of him fully clothed.
He never took his eyes off me as I began to strip. I moved as slowly as I could without being obviously shy. His fingers were moving more quickly at his shirt, now, and as the material parted and opened, exposing a muscular, athletic chest covered with dark, curly hair, I shivered again.
The shirt slipped from his body and his bulging biceps came into view. He had even more attractiveness than I had realized when he was dressed.
He seemed to feel my reluctance; to strip while he was still dressed, and his fingers worked more quickly at his own clothing. He was racing now, tearing at his belt buckle and zipper; stepping out of his pants and pulling off his shoes and socks as he went. Now he was standing there in nothing more than a pair of tight, white briefs that accented the dark complexion of his body. The outline of his cock was totally visible beneath the thin material. I could hardly believe my eyes. I had no idea that men could be as large as Bob. I began to shake outwardly, and he saw.
Quickly he moved in, putting his large arms around and holding me close to him. My head rested on the thick mat of hair on his chest, and I began to shake even more. It was a strange mixture of fear and desire.
His hand moved down over my body and steadily his fingers took hold of the material and started pulling it down, over my hips. As my underthings slid down my legs, Bob lowered his body until he was kneeling in front of me, his face only inches away. I knew he was looking, now ... inspecting my womanhood.
I stepped free of the material and felt his hand, his strong hands, separating my legs, forcing them apart
"Lemme see that beautiful snatch of yours!" he moaned.
I didn't answer; didn't know what to say. But then, suddenly I didn't have to worry. I gasped out loud; I felt the contact ... his contact ... his tongue, pressing into my cunt. The first man that had ever seen it, touched it! And now I was being licked, sucked on. I didn't know if my legs would hold me up. I felt weak in the knees and then suddenly, my whole body went stiff as he pushed his stiff tongue in between my pussy lips and made contact with my clitoris.
"Oh, Bob," I moaned. "My God! I've never felt like this!"
He pulled back slightly, and the contact was broken.
"Before tonight is over Rosalie, you're gonna experience a lot of things you've never done before."
"Promise you'll be gentle ... " I pleaded.
"Don't you worry. You'll love every minute of it, I promise you."
I didn't have a chance to answer him; didn't get to say another word before I felt his mouth clamp over my love hole again, felt his tongue moving snake-like; twisting, twirling, inside of me, and I wondered if that's what it was going to be like when he finally fucked me ... when he rammed that cock of his into me. all the way; wondered if the thickness of it would split me, rip my poor cunt in half.
I knew it would hurt. I knew and didn't care. I remembered hearing the girls talking about the pain, the unbelievable, terrible pain the first time. But as long as it was Bob, as long as he was holding me, I wouldn't mind, I knew.
I was thankful that he was pushing me back toward the bed now. I felt the mattress and sagged into it. Bob got to his feet and readjusted me into the middle of the bed and then came to lay between my spread legs.
"Lift up," he asked.
I arched my back without hesitation and lifted my rump off the bed. He slipped his two hands under me and took an ass cheek in each of them, squeezing and kneading the flesh there. He continued his work. His head darted down between my legs, again, and began sucking hotly on my pussy. His tongue moved in once again, and licked at the inside walls. I was nearly delirious. It felt as if his tongue had moved all the way in and was pressing against the wall of my womb. It felt as if someone had connected my clitoris to an electric wire and volts of electricity were running through me.
The feeling spread, quickly, like a forest fire, in every direction. Each time he'd withdrew his tongue only to insert it faster and further, waves of pleasure overtook me.
My own head was thrashing back and forth on the pillow. My teeth were clenched, but still, the moans ... the cries of ecstasy, escaped my lips and drove him to even higher speeds.
He pulled his hands from under me and let them move, slowly, up along my flat stomach onto my breasts. He took one in each hand and clutched them, held them, let them move through his fingers as his index finger of each hand rubbed at my tits.
His mouth suddenly left my cunt and he began to kiss his way up over my body; over my abdomen, along my belly, up between my breasts.
Then I was trapped; pinned to the mattress by his massive form. I felt his cock; hard, ready to puncture me, ready to plow into my innards, to slash my guts. But I felt his hard flesh, felt his body, solid, manly, his strong arms wrapped around me, protecting me from my own fears, protecting me from the world, from myself.
His hand moved down over my rib cage and stomach and onto my hip. Then further ... down and inward, I felt his hand inching slowly toward that spot. And then, after it seemed like hours, I felt his hand covering it; felt his finger separating the lips of my cunt and moving in. I felt him slipping in, further and further, felt him going in past the first knuckle and then the second. And then I felt the rest of his hand pressing against my pussy. I began to squirm beneath him; began to moan out and arch my back up and spread my legs, wide, in order to give him a more vulnerable target, make it easier for him to finger fuck my tight, pink pussy.
As I squirmed under him, he asked, "How's that feel?"
"Good ... real good," I moaned.
"Do you like it?'
"Yes, I love it," I answered, sincerely. "You're gonna love it even more, once I get my cock up there."
"Oh, I love it," I said, my head turning from side to side.
His finger was working more quickly now and his body began to pick up the tempo of his hand, and as he would insert his finger, he would press down onto my body.
"How's that?" he asked, obviously losing control.
"Good ... it's great," I stammered
"Want me to stop?'
"No! Don't ever stop? I pleaded. "Don't stop. Don't leave ine now."
"Don't worry, Rosalie. I won't stop. You and I are going all the way. Like that idea?'
"Yes," I murmured against his face.
He pulled his fingers out of my hole and held onto me tightly, for a moment. And then, I felt him lifting his weight off of me; felt him toying with my cunt, feeling it, as he knelt between my wide-spread legs.
"You ready?'
"Yes," I said, and tried desperately to relax.
I felt him positioning his big, bull prick between my outer lips and shuddered.
"Hang on," he moaned, and began to push inward, applying a steady pressure.
Before I knew what hit me his whole body weight was back on top of me. His hips were rached high in the air, ready for the attack, and he was applying the pressure harder ... faster.
Suddenly it hit my like a white hot poker ripping through my flesh. My body went stiff, I saw stars and the tears formed in my eyes.
"Stop! ... Please ... I can't bear it!"
"Hang on," he moaned. "Hang on."
"Stop it, Bob. Please!" I screamed, losing control of my own feelings.
"We can't. Not now, Rosalie. I can't stop."
"Please, Bob," I moaned, over and over. "Oh, my God. The pain is unbelievable. Stop...! Stop it!"
"Almost all the way in," he rasped in my ear, and then gave one final lunge that sent his cock-head soaring high into me, filling me completely with the long thickness of his rod.
My whole body rocked. I wanted to double up, to close my legs, protect myself. But his forceful, driving body prevented me from moving. I ached from head to toe and felt totally exhausted. I felt the blood dripping out of my cunt and felt panic begin to set in. I felt it racing wildly out of control.
"Stop it!" I screamed. "Gel off me. You have to! Now!" I begged, but lie was beyond hearing. He was too far gone. His cock was too deeply imbedded inio the soft wonders of my pussy virgin territory. He was lost to the world. His prick was trapped by the tightness of my inexperienced cunt.
"Oh, you're so good," he moaned. "You're such a fucking good lay. That cunt of yours is the best I've ever had!"
"Please," I moaned, hoping he would listen. "Please, Bob. I can't stand any more. Take it out. Let me rest."
"I'm gonna fuck ya. I'm gonna luck ya so good, so hard, you'll never forget it."
I knew that I couldn't blame him. I knew that I had led him on; knew that it was all my fault that I drove him, worked him up purposely to this pitch. I wanted him to take me, wanted him to possess mc, to fuck me, to take my cherry. And now that it was happening, I couldn't turn my back on him.
I lay there wondering ... moaning ... feeling that male stiffness working, prying, probing between my legs, forcing my insides apart, pushing anything in its way aside, crushing my whole groin area. My stomach, my legs, my whole body ached with fatigue and pain. I almost prayed to black out, to faint. I begged, quietly, for the Mercy of God, but nothing worked; nothing stopped the pain, until I heard his hoarse voice.
"Oh, baby, you're so good," he rasped. "I love it. I love that pussy! I love my cock in there! I love you."
I couldn't believe it; couldn't believe the words were coming from his mouth. I didn't think it possible that he could feel the same way I did, but I'd heard it and I had to believe it; had to have something, someone to cling to.
As if I had been fucking for him my whole life, the pain started to go away and I felt his rod moving in and out of my body; felt it inside of me, felt his prick as part of my own self. I began to lift my hips, arch my back up and spread my legs wider to give him more of what he needed, despite the pain. It was good ... wonderful. Emotionally I loved it, I loved to have his hard flesh, to possess it, to squeeze it with my cunt.
I dug my heels into the mattress and dragged them backward until my knees were in the air and began to rock my body, to catch his pace.
"I love it," I moaned. "Oh ... fuck me! Give me that beautiful cock! Fuck me silly!" I gasped through clenched teeth. "Give it to me hard. I want you to own me," I murmured. "I love you. I love you ... " I went on.
"Spread 'em, baby. Spread 'em wide and let me ram you. Let me show you what it's really like to be fucked!" He moaned and drove his cock in to the hilt, moaning with each stroke.
The old, rickety bed was complaining. It was moaning out beneath us, and it was the only evidence I had of real life; the only part of reality that I could cling to. I was, otherwise, far away, someplace I had never been to.
His body continued to pound at my flesh. He had changed his position and was suspended above me as if he were doing push-ups. I reached up and grabbed hold of his solid muscles and dug into the rock-hardness of his biceps, needing to feel the strength that he possessed, needing to know that he could overpower me, that he could do whatever he wanted to me whether or not I would allow it.
"Rape me!" I screamed. "Rape me!"
"You asked for it," he mumbled, and then began to fuck my cunt at an unbelievable speed. Completely, from tip to end he roared into me with the power of ten men. He continued to plunge into me. Our bellies slapped loudly I against each other. My body rocked each time he completed a stroke and then, without warning, it happened for me. I gasped ... felt my fingernails digging into his back and opened my legs as wide as I could.
"Now!" I screamed. "Do it to me, now. Fuck me Bob. Make me yours."
"Take it, baby, take it," is all that he kept moaning. "Take it. That hot load is waiting. Take it. Let me give i you part of me!" he gasped, collapsing on top of me, 'squeezing me dghdy, holding me against his body as he pumped, out of control.
Then suddenly, at the same moment, my own spasmodic i orgasm began. I felt him on top of me, stiff as a board, f felt his limbs stretched out; felt his cock pushed in as far as it would go and then, from the base of his prick to the tip, I felt it swelling, jerking, rearing back to shoot the first hot drops of cum into me. And then over and over it jerked and expanded, filling me, mingling with my own 'love juice and flowing out of my body.
The two of us lay there, convulsing, for what seemed like an eternity. I felt his prick, alive, inside of me; heard his words of love ... tenderness, as he spewed forth his juices of life. He clutched at my body and held me to him. We lay that way long after we were finished.
And then he slowly began to withdraw, lifting his hips upward, pulling his rod from my violated cunt, never releasing me with his arms. When he'd pulled back all the way, he lifted up a little higher and laid his prick on my matted pubic hairs and then relaxed again, lying on lop of inc.
It scented perfect There was no thing I would have changed. I loved ii; I wanted it. No matter what I had to do, I would get it from now on. I wanted Bob. I wanted him to love me, to care about me, the way Gil cared about Linda. Now that I'd found what I wanted, I couldn't let it go.
As the two of us drifted off lo sleep I held him tightly, locking my hands behind him so as to be sure he wouldn't go away from me in the night.
CHAPTER TWO
I could sense it was late by the stillness of the night. When we had first come into the apartment, there were sheet noises below, and the open window in Bob's window would allow any sound coining from the street plainly by us.
The beacon of light flooding in from the street lamp filled the room with a soft glow, giving off enough light for me to see clearly, Bob's naked form on the bed next to me.
My eyes traveled down over his brawny, hairy chest, to that part of him that made a man. And then, for the first lime, I was aware of the stains on the sheet-my stains-my blood. The awareness that I was no longer a virgin rushed at me, filling my head.
Suddenly, I was frightened. I found my hands beginning to shake. But Bob's beautiful body ... his beautiful face lying there .so peacefully, seemed to calm my fears.
He was lying flat on his back. His cock laid limp, leaning toward his thigh. It looked hardless. It was hard to believe that it was the same flesh that was so hard, so large, hours ago. The same cock that broke me and made such animals out of myself and my lover.
I reached out and let my hand rest gently on Bob's chest, letting my fingers roll through the thickness of the hair there.
Almost reluctantly, I let my hand slip down over his flat, washboard stomach and then lower, until my fingers wrapped themselves around his manhood. Suddenly, overcome by passion ... desire, and the strange feeling of love for this man, I bent my head, ever so slowly, until I had taken his soft flesh into my mouth completely. Bob stirred, slightly, spreading his legs wider apart and moaned in his sleep.
I changed my position on the bed and came to lay between his open legs, and let my hands rest gently on his thick thighs as I laid my head on his lower stomach. I began to suck on him like a baby sucking its mother's tit. His flesh began to swell inside of my mouth and I felt his muscle becoming rigid. I felt his legs stiffen and his stomach tense.
"Oh, baby," he moaned out, "That's one helluva way to wake up."
I pulled back, completely, off his cock.
"Complaining?" I asked, jokingly.
"Never," he said, reaching out and taking my head in both his hands, guiding it back down onto his already stiffening prick.
I resisted the pressure on my skull and Bob got the message that I wanted to go at my own pace; wanted to do it my way. And so, he released my head and let his hands rest at his sides. I lowered my head again, until I was close enough for my tongue to flick out and lick at the tip of his prick. I let it run down the entire length of his rod and began to nibble on his balls, sucking one and then the other, in turn.
My need became stronger. I was being overcome by my own passion, and tried to get both of his testacies into my mouth. Hut it was almost impossible. He had a large sac that went with a large cock. I tried sucking both his balls into my mouth, but each time I tried to take the second one in, the first one slipped out.
Bob was starting to moan, louder, and beginning to squirm on the bed, now. His cock and balls were covered with my saliva. I reached up my hand and began sliding it over the entire length of his prick as I licked and kissed at the huge head.
"How's it feel?" I asked, squeezing a little harder on his flesh.
"Great ... just great!" He moaned.
His cock was rock-hard in my hand, and I began to go down on it again. I began sucking my way toward his lap, living to take as much of his manhood in as possible.
I got about halfway before I started to gag ... to choke. But the taste was too delicious. The idea of sucking him oil filled my head to the point that I didn't care if I choked to death in the attempt.
I girded up all my courage and strength and sunk lower onto his meat. My air supply was cut off and I started to choke, but still I dove further. I had about three quarters of his dick and was heading for a touch down.
The warmth ... the moistness, the contact from my lip: was driving him wild. With a sudden spurt of energy, he lifted his hips upward, off the mattress. At the same time he grabbed hold of my head.
His dick slid in the rest of the way, and I felt pubic hair against my lips ... felt my air supply cut off, totally.
My throat felt raw, as if someone had scraped his finger along it, but at the same time, I loved it.
I pushed on his hips and tried to pull my head back, but he held it as he pumped, slightly, in and out. I felt myself panicking. I couldn't breathe and my air was running out. Desperately I began to wiggle ... to squirm.
At the same time, although I didn't know it, I was increasing his pleasure. But he was too far gone to realize what was happening.
I pushed, crazily, on his stomach, but still his strong hands, his brute strength, held me as he continued to pump into me. I was frightened. Afraid I would suffocate if I didn't get air soon. My lungs felt as if they were going to burst any second, and the tears started rolling down my cheeks as I fought him.
Suddenly I burst free, nearly hysterical. I began to sob, crying like a baby.
"What's the matter?" Bob asked, sitting up in the bed and cradling me in his arms, pulling our two bodies back down on the mattress. He held me close to him and patted my head.
"What's wrong?" he asked, again. "Tell me, baby. What's the matter?'
"I couldn't breathe," I managed.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I'm really sorry. You just got me so damned excited I couldn't control myself."
"I know ... It's not your fault. I just got scared."
"You don't have to be scared. Not with me. I wouldn't let anybody or anything hurt you."
I His words acted as a tranquilizer. Instantly, I felt , better. Instantly, I wanted to go on to please him.
"Ob, Bob," I groaned, "I want you ... I want you so much you can't know how badly," I rambled on.
He looked away from me. I didn't expect it. I thought he would enjoy hearing these words; enjoy knowing how I felt. But, instead, he seemed to be embarrassed. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing, baby," he answered, still looking in the other direction; his eyes downcast.
Before I had a chance to question him any further, before I knew what was happening, his arms were wrapping around me again and his lips were searching for mine. As soon as contact was made, I felt my body melting into his own; felt desire filtering its way through my body, through my nervous system, my being. My head was full of only one thought, now. There was no room for anything else.
My flesh responded to him, immediately, as his hands massaged and gently pinched and squeezed my tits. They immediately stiffened. My nipples were hard, like a piece of steel. I shifted my body on the bed as I felt his hand moving downward, over my belly, toward my cunt. When he was inches away, I shivered in anticipation of his expert touch, knowing the thrills that would be mine.
At last his fingers closed over my pussy, and I had to bite hard on my lips to prevent, myself from screaming out, from clawing at his flesh, begging him to eat me, to fuck me, to do anything ... anything that he wanted. I needed the physical contact; needed it badly, and I needed it from him because he was available to me.
Unvoluntarily, my body began to take over, to twist and turn on the bed. I was lifting my hips off the mattress and began grinding my box into his fingers. Slowly ... agonizingly, his fingers inched inward, until at last, they massaged my clitoris, sending sensations skyrocketing from my cunt through my stomach to my tits and to my brain.
"Oh, Bob," I moaned. "Do it ... do it to me."
He twisted his own body around now, so that his prick was inches away from my face. I reached out and touched it, caressed it, gently, with my fingers. My hand closed around his hard flesh and he moaned out. At the same moment his head dove between my legs and began sucking, sliding, licking at my cunt.
He pulled back as my contact with his cock became tighter, harder, and I began to pull on his flesh.
"Go ahead, baby ... Suck on it. Make love to it," he nearly gasped.
"I want to," I said. "I wanna suck it!"
"That's the girl," he moaned. "Go ahead. Go down on it," he went on. At the same moment, his hand reached for my head, guiding it toward that huge prick.
Once again my head was sinking further into his lap. My mouth was being filled with his cock. I felt my teeth scraping gently on his meat in my mouth as he pushed it in further. I was losing control again, and suddenly, my body stiffened as I remembered his bull cock forcing its way down my throat, cutting off my air, making me gag and choke. But, almost as if he had a sixth sense, he didn't move his body at all. He lay passive, except for his own head, his own tongue, which was sucking wildly on my cunt. The rest of his body was still. His hand, instead of grabbing and clutching at my head, forcing me further onto his prick, was stroking me ... petting me. He was allowing me to go at my own pace, to take as much of him as I comfortably could.
His cock was jerking inside of my mouth and I knew that he was hot. I could tell from his own tongue darting faster and faster, in and out of my hole.
"Do it, sweetheart. Suck me good. Eat that cock," he whispered, against my crotch.
. His words worked like magic and I increased my speed, making sure to lick his whole prick as I moved, making sure to swirl my tongue over the sensitive tip.
"That's it," he moaned into my cunt. "Get it hot; real hard. Gel me hot as hell. Then I'll luck you ... fuck you good ... hot and hard. Would you like that?" he asked, obviously starting to lose control.
Without taking his joint from my mouth, I answered him. "Yes ... I want you ... want you to do it to me."
"Do what?" he demanded.
"You know what I mean," I said.
"Tell me ... say it," he went on.
I could tell his own words were exciting him. His prick seemed to grow in my mouth.
I dove deeper onto his swollen, stiff prick, as d for courage, and then, suddenly, I pulled it from my mouth.
"I want you to fuck me! I want you to stick this big cock between my legs!" I nearly screamed.
"What else do you want me to do?" he asked, pulling his head from my pussy and inserting both index lingers where his tongue bad been.
"I want you to give it to me good! I want only to have you fuck me like you've never fucked anybody before," I rambled on.
I could tell he was getting hot, real excited. His cock was stiff as a board, and his body started to squirm ... to move around on the bed. Strong hands caressed my body, squeezing me in all the right places. His breathing had changed. He was nearly indistinguishable as the same person. His words were short; broken by excitement. His voice was hoarse, clouded over with passion.
Suddenly, without warning, he swung around on the bed until he was facing me. He pulled me close to his body and his lips crashed down onto mine and his tongue found its way into my mouth. It slid back into his own, and I inserted my tongue between his lips and he began sucking on it, pulling it from my mouth, deep into his own throat His hands seemed to be working, brutally, on my back and buttocks, squeezing my middle in tight, against his own body. I felt his cock, like a rock, pushing into me. I felt it rubbing against that area that wanted it so badly.
"Now! Now," I screamed. "Do it to me! Please!" I begged.
Without another word, Bob moved his body onto mine and positioned himself above me. I reached down and grabbed hold of his cock and directed it toward that well of desire that needed to be worked on; that needed to have what Bob had between his legs. I wanted him up tight, into me.
He sunk it all the way ... completely, until his pubic hairs were rubbing against mine, until I felt the sac containing his balls rubbing gently against my asshole. I felt his cock sliding in, all the way. I felt no pain; only excitement, as I envisioned his cock-head plowing my canal apart, stretching me so as to accommodate his largeness.
At last, when he'd finished his plunge, he let his body relax onto mine. His arms surrounded me and held me tight I felt his body-hard, masculine, protective, on top of my own.
I felt safe.
I felt happy.
I felt love.
I wondered if it would be possible for a man to act this way; to be so intense, to enjoy himself so much, if he didn't have any feelings for the girl he was with. I realized I was inexperienced, but there must be some sort of feeling, to be able to have this kind of a time in bed; to have an emotional pleasure as well as a sexual one.
I felt him picking up speed; felt that stiff thing all the way up in me and felt it beginning to move. I could feel its actual course; I could feel it moving downward, and then, plunging up, high, into me. He was taking short strokes, now. Perhaps an inch or two at a time. But as he increased the speed, he increased the length of his strokes. Maybe three or four inches, now. And then, faster; and then, five or six inches. And then, at last, I felt the whole thing sliding out to the tip. I felt all of him; the whole tremendous cock-eight, maybe nine inches of solid man-and all of it inside of me.
"I love it. I love your cock!" I moaned.
"Tell me," he said, his voice demanding rather than tender.
"I love it."
"What do you love?'
"I love to have you fuck me like this."
"You sure?'
"Yes," I moaned, against the side of his neck ...
"You want me to go faster?'
"Yes," I managed. "Do it faster!"
"You're some piece!"
"Only with you," I moaned.
"What do you mean?'
"You're great. You're just wonderful!"
"This is what I always dreamed about ... being with somebody like you the first time."
He didn't answer me. His pace quickened. He began pounding at me, driving his prick in and out of my cunt like a wild man. Suddenly it wasn't good any more. Suddenly it started to hurt, as he slammed down into me forcing every last fraction of his solid hard cock into my tender pussy.
"Slow down," I moaned.
He didn't answer. He only pounded harder. His hands moved down under my body and grabbed hold of my ass cheeks and held them tight. His fingernails were digging into my tender flesh, there. Then he lowered his hands even more and grabbed hold of the back of my thighs.
"It hurts," I moaned out.
Still no answer. I knew he was enjoying it, and that's all that really mattered, I decided. It didn't hurt nearly as much as before, and I wanted to give him a good time. I wanted him to want me; wanted him to come back for more.
I began to grind my own cunt at him, meeting every one of his savage, barbaric thrusts. I even managed to lift my hips by arching my back, making my pussy more vulnerable to his craving.
It wasn't necessary for him to pull me into him, any longer, and so his hands were free ... free to move up to my tits, to hold them, to feel them, to kiss them, suck on them. I continued to grind out my passion, to grind out all the hostilities of love, all the hatred, the fear, that I had inside of me. I was releasing my own tensions, and in that respect it was the best time I had ever had in my entire life.
I enjoyed watching his face, contorted with passion, watching the expressions change as he rammed in and out of me, as he squeezed on my tits, as he felt his balls rubbing against me, felt my legs rubbing against his own hard, hairy ones.
"Is it good?" I asked.
"The best," he moaned. "You're the best piece of ass I've ever had."
I was pleased ... tremendously happy that he felt this way. And I tried even harder to please him. I opened my legs wide, bringing my heels up almost level with my hips and lifted myself high into the air.
"That's good," he moanded. "That's real good. I can get all the way into that tight cunt of yours."
I tried to answer, but the words wouldn't come any longer. His pounding inside of me was getting to me and my own head started to thrash back and forth on the pillow.
"Oh, delicious ... beautiful ... pink ... pussy," he moaned.
"Delicious ... cherry cunt, so tight ... so fuckable," he groaned, nearly whimpering.
Suddenly I felt a burst of something wild happening inside of me. I felt it racing against from my cunt through my belly to my tits, to my head, and then-downward, again. Up and down, it raced, and I was hysterical. Hysterical with pleasure and passion. "I love it," I moaned. "I love you," I screamed, nearly at the top of my lungs.
He didn't answer. Instead, he continued fucking me harder ... faster than ever. His fingers dug into the sensitive skin of my nipples, tearing at the flesh. His breath was coming in short gasps, and my own pace nearly matched his. I couldn't think ... It was impossible to do anything but lay there and be fucked, to feel his cock, to feel his body pumping on my own, to feel his hard muscle pushing against my body. Suddenly, without warning, my body stiffened, unbelievably hard, and I grabbed on to his shoulders, to his biceps and squeezed again, for dear life.
"Now!" I screamed. "Now! Oh, my God, Bob. Now!"
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" he moaned. "Give me that cunt! Lift that hole up to me!"
"Fuck me!" I echoed. "Fuck me until I scream!"
"Take it," he whimpered. "Take it. Take that load!"
And then suddenly, as if he had exploded, his body went wild with convulsions. His moan filled the room. Over and over, he cried out. And then my own orgasm happened. I completely lost control of my body and I began to shake and quiver beneath him, trying to steady myself for support. I was holding on to him, trying to steady myself, but it was impossible. My legs jerked, spasmodically. My pussy seemed to freeze in mid-air as he continued to shoot his cum into me. Over and over I continued to get laid. Over and over, I continued to get that meat, hot and hard, as my own juice drained from my own cunt and saturated his prick. My own legs and cunt were already dripping onto the already stained sheets.
Slowly ... very slowly, the two of us lay back on the mattress. Him, still inside of me, lying close to me, passive now. Neither one of us spoke. Neither one of us could. We tried to get back our breath, badly; tried to let reality set in again. I tried to concentrate, tried to organize my thoughts, but nothing would happen.
"That was good."
"Yes," I moaned. "It was. It really was delicious."" I said, feeling slightly embarrassed from my display of passion.
Bob groaned out as he pulled out his limp pecker from my tight hole, and came to lay on his back, next to me, extending his arm and wrapping it around my shoulder, pulling me close to his hot body.
"How're you doing?" he asked, almost casually.
"Fine," I said. "What about you?'
"I'm great," he said. "I could go for a cigarette now. How about you?"
"Sounds like a good idea," I said, and laid there, in the dark as he lit two and handed one to me.
"Bob," I started.
"Yeah?'
"I know we just met tonight, and all of that, but I feel like I've known you for so long ... like all of my life."
"It happens like that sometimes."
"Well, ... do you know what I mean?" I asked, hoping that he would answer positively. Hoping that he would say he felt the same way.
"I suppose I understand what you mean, but it's difficult for me. I'm not like that."
I felt my heart sink, immediately. I felt my whole mood change.
"What do you mean?'
"Just that I have to get to know a person really well, before I feel like I know them."
"You mean, you feel like we're strangers?'
"After what we've just done, we're certainly not strangers," he laughed.
"Then, I don't understand."
"I just don't want to lead you on, Rosalie," he started.
I felt my insides twisting. I felt nauseous-sick. I was sure the line was coming.
"I mean, I like you. You're really groovy in bed, but besides that, I don't know very much about you."
"What's to know?'
"There's plenty to know."
"I see," I said, feeling slightly resentful, feeling like the only thing he wanted from me was a good lay.
"But, I don't mind telling you," he went on, "I want to see you again. I want to find out all about you."
For a moment, I felt a slight twinge of hope, but it quickly passed. I was sure he was only trying to make me feel better. But, right now, I was in no position to turn anyone down. I'd lay for him as much as he wanted me to and hope that in the interim, he would gain some real feelings for me. I'd do whatever he wanted me to because I had to. I needed someone to love me.
CHAPTER THREE
I didn't realize, myself, how upset I was ... not until I saw Gil's face.
"Hey! What the hell's wrong with you?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern.
"Nothing ... It's really nothing," I lied.
"Come on, Rosalie. It's written all over your face. Out with it!"
"I didn't know that I was that transparent," I went on weakly.
"Come on ... out with it," he prodded, moving in closer and putting his arm around my shoulder.
This was the first time I noticed Linda wasn't there. I felt strange, being here with Gil ... having his arm around me ... Strange, but nice. I was desperate, and any display of affection, of sincere concern was more than welcome.
"Where's Linda," I asked, trying to sound casual.
"Don't ask," Gil started, obviously disturbed by my question.
I didn't want to pry ... didn't want to do anything that would make Gil feel uncomfortable or upset him. But, at the same time, I was strangely intrigued. I had to find out where she was ... why she wasn't here with him.
"Is everything alright?" I asked, testingly.
"No!" he stated flatly, and moved away from me for a moment and picked up a cigarette and lit it. "You want one?" he asked, turning in my direction, again.
"Yes, thank you," I answered.
He put another cigarette to his lips and lit it and then handed it to me. I couldn't understand why all-of this attention.
"What's wrong," I asked, sincerely interested.
"We had a fight." He paused.
"I'm sorry," I said, meaning it, because the two of them were very important to me. But at the same time, I felt drawn toward Gill ... in a way I'd never been before. I wanted him ... wanted him to hold me ... wanted him to kiss me ... I wanted Gill!
"Not!" I scolded myself. "This is Linda's boyfriend. The two of them were in love. They were going to be married. I had no right ... Shouldn't...."
I couldn't have believed it was happening ... Gill's arm came around me again. And then the other one went over my shoulder and he pulled me tight to him. I felt my heart pounding inside of my chest ... felt my breasts swelling. My nipples were getting hard.
I couldn't stop myself. I knew it was wrong. I knew I couldn't do it. I knew I shouldn't be here. But I felt my head nestling on his shoulder, just the same. My arms moved up and around his neck. His own grip tightened, and it hit me like a ton of bricks! This wasn't just friendship, I knew. I should run ... fast and far. I should turn in the other direction. I should hang my head in shame for even thinking such things. But I couldn't ... I didn't want to!
Then it happened. I felt Gill's hand under my chin. He was applying a steady pressure, lifting my face upward, lifting my lips toward his. Then I felt the soft brushing of his lips across mine and my body shivered, reflexively, it wasn't a hard, demanding kiss. It was tender, filled with ... with love.
"Now, about you. How about telling me what's wrong," he asked, his voice filled with compassion ... with concern.
"Nothing, now." The words came out before I could stop them ... before I had a chance to think.
I felt his whole body, hard against mine. I knew what he was thinking.
"Oh, Rosalie," he whispered against my ear.
I didn't answer. I couldn't. I was too confused. I didn't know who I was; I didn't know what I was feeling myself.
I knew it was wrong. Dead wrong. I knew there was no excuse for it. If Linda ever found out.... She was so good to me ... How could I? ...
"Did Bob do something to you tonight?" Gil asked, stroking my hair, gently.
"Yes," I stammered.
"Did he hurt you?" His voice was filled with pain.
"Yes ... I mean, no, not on purpose, at least," I went on.
"I don't understand," Gil said, pushing me back slightly and looking into my eyes.
I could hardly believe what I saw. I saw the things in Gil's face that I wanted so desperately to see in Bob's. I wanted to see the look of tenderness; the look of love. I wanted to feel that somebody really cared about me, and it was so crazy. In my own head, I couldn't understand it. It was Gil instead of Bob, and I was taking it. I was taking anything I could get
"Come on," he asked again, pulling me into his hard body once more.
"He ... he ... "
"Come on. You can tell me," Gil went on, his voice low, almost a whisper.
"He ... did what I ... wanted him to," I stammered, not wanting to distort the facts. I didn't want Gil to get the wrong idea. I wanted him to know the truth.
"What was that?" he asked, pulling me even more tightly against him, crushing my body against his own broad, strong frame.
"He broke me in!" I blurted, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Oh, my baby," he moaned. "Did he hurt you? Was he rough ... "
"Yes," I sobbed. "It was terrible. It hurt more than anything I ever knew."
"I'm sorry ... so sorry. I wish it had been me. I would have been gentle. I would have been good to you," he moaned, and squeezed me tighter.
There was no more time for talk ... no mote time for anything but to feel. There was no more question, but what was on his mind. The things he was saying to me are not the things to say to a friend. They're not just words of comfort I felt sure, in my heart, that he meant it, that he was sincere. But I was so confused. I didn't know about Linda. I didn't know what had happened, or what would happen.
It was out in the open now. Gil wanted me. Gil wanted to be the one who taught me ... showed me how to be a woman.
Gil cared!
Before I knew what was happening, Gil's lips had covered mine. This time it wasn't a soft, innocent kiss. This time it was demanding. His tongue licked out at my lips and began moving inward, scraping the tops of my teeth, brushing my tongue, slightly, before letting itself glide back toward my throat.
My whole body was responding; it was tense. My tits seemed to ache with pleasure. My thighs were damp. My pussy seemed to be oozing. I was more excited than I had ever been. I wanted Gil more than I had wanted anything, anybody, and I couldn't believe that he wanted me just as much.
It was different with Gil, much different. His hips began to move inward ... back and forth. I felt him; felt his manhood, his great big, beautiful cock pressing into me and I shivered in anticipation and delight.
Gil's hands moved upward and his fingers toyed with the clasp of my bra through the material of my blouse. My own hands clutched him tighter to me, as he increased the pressure and tempo of his groin.
"Oh, Rosalie ... It should have been me. It really should have," he whimpered, as his hands tugged at my blouse, freeing it from the material of my slacks.
It was like a shock treatment ... Gil's cool hands on my burning flesh. His fingers inched their way up along my back until he was able to manipulate the clasp of my bra. Then he freed my tits; freed them of the confining tightness of my clothing.
His hand moved over my ribs and darted upward to one of my huge, ripe, ready breasts. As he gripped it, I felt my body go stiff. I felt my insides jump. I was ready ... really ready, this time.
"Gil ... Gil ... " I whimpered. "Hold me, darling. Hold me tight. Don't ever let me go."
"You're mine," he groaned. "You're all mine now. From now on, Rosalie."
"What about Linda?" I asked, sorry the moment I let the words out.
"Don't worry about her ... we're all through."
"Docs she know it?" I asked.
"Not yet," he said, slowly. "But as far as I'm concerned, I know there's no hope for us," he went on, sounding sincere.
I wanted to ask why; what had happened. They seemed to be so much in love. But this wasn't the time, I knew, and so I put my feelings aside for the time being.
I felt Gil's fingers working on the buttons of my blouse, and suddenly, involuntarily leaped away from him.
"What's the matter?" he asked, surprised. "What if Linda walks in?" I snapped. "Don't worry about that," he tried to comfort me. "But ... it does worry me!" I went on. "She's not coming back tonight," he said, flatly. "She's not? Where is she?" I asked. "Is she alright?"
"She drove home for the weekend. She got a telephone call from her father that her mother was ill. And she had to go home."
Then it dawned upon me. They probably had had a small spat, but as far as Linda was concerned, everything was the same between them. Gil hadn't lost anything.
I felt confusion setting in. I didn't know what to believe. I didn't know what was true, but I was too desperate not to take the chance with Gil, no matter what the consequences were. I was going to see this thing through. I was going to do exactly what he wanted me to do, and when. I had to take this chance. I had to grab onto this thread. It was the only thing I saw in my life that even offered a thread of survival.
I didn't want to think any more. I didn't want to feel these horrid feelings. I just wanted to shut everything off. Everything but Gil. His love ... his body ... his manhood. I wanted only to think of him now.
I felt his strong hands on my arm, leading pie ... directing me down the small hallway toward the bedroom. I didn't try to resist. I surrendered, totally, because I wanted to ... needed to.
As Gil eased me gently onto the bed I felt the last of my resistance draining. The last of my worries about Linda, or anything else were leaving my mind.
As Gil slid onto the bed, next tome, I felt like I was in Heaven. I felt like everything I had ever wanted was all wrapped up in this one person.
He took my head and cradled it against his body, holding me tight with one hand, as the other worked at my blouse.
I lifted myself up as he slid the material over my shoulders. I wanted to help him. I wanted to be rid of my clothing quickly; wanted to feel his naked, bare skin next to my own, feel the hardness of his flesh. I wanted to seek my security from his muscle.
It was different with Gil. He wasn't as rough ... or seemingly as intent as Bob had been, but he was completely overpowering me. I surrendered, body and mind, to this man; was ready for anything he had to give. I could take it I could take it and beg for more.
"Faster," I moaned. "Do it quickly, Gil."
His fingers moved, immediately, to my bra, and he pulled the material from my body. Without stopping to touch my breasts, my stiffened nipples, he moved directly down to my slacks and unzipped them and began pulling at them, tugging them down over my hips, down over my legs, and finally, over my ankles, leaving me only in my panties.
Even the flimsy material of my underpants was too much on my hot skin. I needed to be totally free. As Gil moved away from me to remove his own clothing, I reached down and quickly took the garments from my body.
My eyes bugged open as I saw Gil's body come into view. It was gorgeous ... three times more beautiful than Bob's had been. As he removed his shirt I stared intensely at the thick masses of dark curly hair on his chest; watched the muscles rippling through his arms, chest and stomach, as he pulled the clothing free. Then, at last, his hands were tugging at his belt buckle, undoing his fly, pulling his pants down and exposing that part of him which would be inside of me before too long.
I gasped as it came into view. His prick was enormous. The tip of his cock was immense and I wondered for a moment if he'd be able to get that tremendously large prick of his into my tight slit.
"My God!" I gasped. "You're so large!"
"You'll love it, I promise," he said gently, and took his dick into his hands.
I moved myself over to the edge of the bed and reached out, grabbing hold of his hard flesh. It throbbed and jumped in my hand, swelling even more, becoming stiffer, as I held it.
He pulled back from me, removing my hand gently, and stepped out of his pants. Thick hard thighs, covered with hair came into view as he pulled them from his body. Quickly he moved to the bed, removing his socks as he came, and joined me.
Immediately his hands reached out for my waist. He pulled me in, tightly. His hairs tickled my chest ... my stomach, as our bodies made contact. And then, I felt the hard mass of flesh between our bodies; felt it hard and solid, from the top of my slit to up somewhere around my bellybutton. It was throbbing, pulsing with excitement.
I w anted him to overpower me. I wanted him to hold my arms down, to spread my legs and to ram it into me. I wanted him to fuck me-now-last-hard-with tha tmeat of his. But that wasn't his way. He didn't have to overpower me with brute strength. He could do it in other ways.
His lips came down, covering mine, and his tongue began to probe inward, into my mouth, exploring more thoroughly this time, every crack and crevice inside my mouth. I opened wider to allow him more freedom, and felt the combined mixture of our saliva dribbling down my cheek.
His hand on my hip prodded me to turn onto my back. I expected that he would cover me, hold me prisoner by his own body weight. But, instead, his head moved downward, over my nipples and traced a trail down over my stomach and to that spot of me that was alive ... burning ... ready for action.
His hands moved high on the inside of my thighs and spread my legs wide, exposing my pussy, making me vulnerable to his attack.
I shivered ... My body convulsed, as I felt the first presence of his tongue licking thef lesh. His thumbs moved upward and spread my lips, wide and my sensitive clit was being tormented, excited beyond belief by his expert tongue.
As he spread my cunt even wider, I felt his tongue, rigid, stiff, moving in further. I felt his own lips kissing, sucking, on my clit. I was being driven wild. It was so good I didn't want him to ever stop but so exciting, I didn't know how much more I could take.
My fingers, as if they had a will of their own, moved down along my body and tangled into his curly hair. I arched upward and began grinding my pussy into his face as I pulled down on his head.
"Oh, that's so good, Gil," I murmured. "Don't stop. Do more. Eat me," I cried, " ... eat me, good."
He didn't stop for a second. But, instead he continued working, shoving his tongue further into me, moving it faster inside now. He was licking at the walls, sucking at my clit, and I could feel his chin, his stubble of a beard rubbing against the cleft of my ass. But it didn't hurt; it felt good. Feeling the contact of him was great.
Once his tongue was completely inside my cunt he let my lips go and moved his hands up over my body until he had a tit in each hand. He squeezed, massaged, played with my nipples, and I felt myself losing control. I felt my whole mind revolving around my cunt, around my tongue, around his massive cock.
I was nearly on the verge of tears. It was ecstasy. It was marvelous being here with him. I didn't ever want it to stop. I wanted Gil for my own. I didn't want to share him with anybody. I wanted him to love me, to make love to me every day of my life.
I gasped as I felt his tongue slip out of my hole and felt his lips moving up along my body again. And then, I felt his weight on top of me. His body was warm ... hot; his prick harder than ever, as it pushed into my groin. I wiggled and squirmed beneath him, trying to position myself, trying to get that horse cock inside of me. I spread my legs wide, dug my heels into the mattress, arched myself up. But all I could manage was to rub my pussy against his balls and the bottom of his rod.
"Oh, fuck me," I moaned. "Fuck me, now. Give it to me. I want it!"
"So do I, Rosalie. I wanna put you somewhere you've never been before."
"Yes," I moaned, " ... do it to me, Gil."
Without another word I felt his legs between my own, pushing them apart I felt him lifting off of me and then I felt that cock head starting its journey, plowing my cunt apart, spreading me wide. I hadn't realized just how thick it was until this moment, as I felt my cunt stretched. I wondered if he were going to rip me open.
Even with all the lubrication of his mouth ... of my own cunt juices, the friction was intense. He moaned as his tip slid in and was gobbled up by my hungry cunt
"That's so good ... So real good," he whispered.
"Give me more," I begged. "Give it to me."
"You'll get it all and you'll love it," he promised, as he applied more pressure and pushed more of the enormous wedge in between my cunt lips and up into my starving cunt.
I had no real way of judging, but it felt like he had only given me another inch or two, and yet my love-hole felt completely stuffed; full with cock.
All I could think about was the size, the hardness of his meat in my pussy. In my mind's eye I kept visualizing his battering ram forcing its way into my body. I kept seeing that solid mass of flesh working into me; being hammered into my pussy as a nail into soft wood. But it was good, real good. I was glad he was so big. Glad that he had as much as he did. Glad as I felt all the feeling from it.
With a sigh, he pushed in, again, and my body involuntarily shuddered as I felt him moving inward, along the track.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes," I murmured. "Yes, I'm fine. Give me more."
Without hesitation, he slid in again, pushing further.
"That's good. More," I begged.
Again he pushed in.
"How is it?" I asked.
"Great ... really magnificent!"
"Are you all the way in me?"
"Not yet," he whispered into my ear.
"Give me more."
"Don't you want to rest first?"
"No. I want the whole thing. I want you to get that whole cock inside me. I want to feel you all the way in. I want to feel it sliding in and out, pushing against my walls."
"Okay," he moaned. He let his hands slide down under my ass and pulled me upward. At the same time he pumped himself in. I spread my legs and took the rest of it. I felt it glide right in. It was easier. I felt that cock jerk inside me.
"How's that?" he asked. "It's all in."
"Marvelous. I've never felt anything so good."
"Wait 'till I finish," he moaned and pulled back, slightly. Then he pushed forward, filling me again.
"Give me long strokes," I cried, remembering how it had been with Bob when he slid all the way out and then pushed in again.
"Like this?" Gil asked as he slid out half way and then moved in, quickly.
"Yes!" I cried, "Like that ... faster!"
His strokes were coming, now. Faster ... longer.
He reared back so far that I felt the tip of his rigid prick slide out of me. Only half of his large bulb was inside, and I felt it scraping, pushing, plowing my canal open as it moved back into mine, quickly, completely and pounded against the wall of my womb.
"Oh, fuck me!"
"Open your legs," he murmured. "Open them wide. Let me give it to you the way you should have it."
"Yes," I screeched, completely satiated with desire. I spread my legs as wide as I could, lifting myself up as he began to pump long, hot, heavy strokes.
I felt his dick swelling, felt it getting harder, felt his whole body tensing.
I didn't want him to come. Didn't want this to end and spoil it all, but I knew that neither one of us could really control it. I felt my own body building up more quickly than I wanted it to. I felt the release, almost ready, to burst from my body.
"Fuck me!" I screamed. "Give it to me. Now Gil, now! I'm going to come!" I moaned.
His hands pulled out from under me and raced down to my legs, spreading them wide and lifting them high into the air. Catching the back of my knees with the inside of his elbows and bringing his hands up to grab my shoulders, he fucked me until I felt my insides jerk. My body convulsed and covered his dick with my cunt juice.
"Oh, Rosalie," he moaned. "Rosalie ... "
I felt his cock let loose; I felt it filling my guts, my cunt with his hot cum. His cock throbbed as his whole body tensed, and then, suddenly, he collapsed on top of me, his cock still deeply imbedded, stilt jerking, still shooting the juice of our love-making.
CHAPTER FOUR
Everything had been beautiful, perfect ... Gil and I had spent the weekend together. Most of the time we spent in bed ... and most of the time we spent loving ... spent it in each other's arms.
But then, as if by some predestined plan that neither of us had any control over, things started to happen ... things I didn't understand. Things that started me wondering again, about what I was doing.
It was Monday morning when the phone rang. I was exhausted. Gil and I had been up until all hours of the morning making love, and he'd awakened me only a short time before and we made love again.
The phone jangled my nerves and I stumbled out of bed, glancing at the clock on the night-table. It was eight-forty. Who could possibly be calling at this time, I wondered.
I picked up the phone and I guess my anger was evident.
"Hello!" I snapped.
"Hi!" The voice was happy; cheerful.
The voice was Linda's.
I'd forgotten about her. I had become so wrapped up in my own feelings for Gil that I had completely forgotten about Linda. For a moment I had a pang of guilt. But then, I remembered that it was Gil who had started it ... Gil who had wanted it so badly in the beginning. And, if it was over with Linda, why shouldn't I ...
"Hello?" The voice on the other end of the line cut into my thoughts. "Are you there?" she asked.
"Yes ... Yes, Linda. I'm here. I'm just a little sleepy," I said, trying to sound cheerful.
"Oh, I'm sorry I woke you. But I wanted to let you know I was driving back today. I should arrive early this afternoon."
"Great," I answered, trying to sound like I meant it. "How's your mother?" I asked, with honest concern.
"She's much better, thank you," Linda answered. "In a few days she'll be back to her old self again."
"That's good," I said.
For the first time I realized that for the whole weekend I hadn't called once to see how Linda's mother was. It dawned on me that I didn't care. Suddenly I was wracked with guilt-not because of Gil and I, but because I was so damned wrapped up in me that I didn't have enough room to care about anything or anybody else.
My mind slipped back to the time when my own mother was ill, when I had to fly back to New York during the middle of the term. Linda had called almost daily; she had even offered to fly down to New York if she could be of any help. I remembered how she'd sent flowers ... get well cards to my mother.
Frantically, I searched my mind for an excuse ... anything that would sound realistic enough for Linda to believe.
"Hey! You falling asleep on me?" she asked.
"Forgive me, Lin. I haven't been well myself," I lied. "As a matter-of-fact, I've been in bed most of this weekend," I went on.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," she answered, real concern sounding in her voice. "How're you doing now?"
"Oh, I'm all right ... As a matter of fact, I'm waking up now, and I feel great. I guess whatever it was, is gone."
"Good. When I get back we'll do something real wild."
"Sounds interesting," I giggled.
"Speaking of interesting ... " Linda went on, " ... I've been meaning to ask you something." Her voice became almost whispering, very personal; intimate. "Do you have any tiling to tell me ... "
"About what?" I asked, contused by what she had said.
"You know what I'm talking about, silly!"
"No, Lin. Honestly. I don't have any idea ... "
"Bob! Stupid ... " The line went dead.
"Oh, that ... " I sighed, with relief. "Yeah. I have plenty to tell you," I went on, "but in person. It's not conversation for the telephone."
"Gotcha!" she answered, laughing softly.
"Have you seen Gil?" Her voice was casual.
Panic set in, instantly. I couldn't speak. My throat was dry, burning.
"Are you there?" she said.
"Yes," I answered, quickly-a little two quickly. "I was getting a cigarette."
"Oh, boy ... you really are full of all kinds of new habits," she giggled, again.
"No," I lied, "I haven't seen Gil." I knew as soon as the words were out of my mouth it sounded like a lie, unrealistic.
"He called a couple of times and one night we were supposed to get together, but I had a date so we couldn't make it," I went on, compounding the lies I'd already told.
I felt like a real jerk. I had just told her that I hadn't spent any time with him and that I had spent most of the weekend in bed; that I wasn't feeling well. And then, in the next breath, I told her I couldn't see Gill because I was going out. I hoped that she didn't put two and two together.
"Oh, alright," she trailed on. "Do me a favor, will you?"
"Sure," I answered.
"I tried to call him but there hasn't been any answer. If you should see him, or if he calls, tell him I'm coming back today, will you?"
"Sure," I answered. "Oh, Rosalie ... One other thing ... "
"Yes ... "
"Tell him I love him ... " I nearly dropped the phone ... nearly fainted on the spot. "Sure. I will." I managed. "Okay, sweetheart. See you later."
"Yeah ... bye."
"So long."
I held the phone to my ear until I heard the click of the receiver. And then I slowly dropped it back into its cradle.
I stopped, dumbfounded. There were so many things I had to do; so many tracks I had to cover before Linda got back. I didn't know where to begin; what to do first.
Gil and I had spent a lot of time making love, had spent a lot of time fucking, but now that I thought about it, we spoke very little about what we were going to do, about what was going to happen when Linda returned.
Slowly I reached for the pack of cigarettes on the table and brought one to my lips, lighting it. I had to pull my head together. I had to think, so that when I woke him, I would have some plan, some scheme as to what I was going to do.
My mind was blank. I couldn't think. I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried. Nothing made sense.
The harder I tried, the more difficult it was for me to think. It seemed like everything shattered into pieces, all at once. I'd made no plans as to when this time came around. I had completely dismissed Linda from my mind; had totally forgotten that as far as she was concerned, everything was fine between Gil and herself.
Before I knew what I was doing, I found myself walking toward the bedroom, moving up to the bed and sitting gently on the side.
"Gil," I called softly, my words coming out almost a whisper. .
He didn't stir; didn't move. He looked so peaceful ... so calm, lying there like a child. I needed to feel the comfort of his arms, to hear the words of comfort from his lips.
"Gil," I called, again, letting my hands rest on his huge biceps and squeezing gently. I shook him.
"Yeah, what is it?" he called, in his sleep.
"Wake up, darling," I said.
He turned over onto his back and sat up. His eyes were half-opened, half-closed. "What's the matter?" he asked.
"Nothing, I hope," I stated frankly.
"What's wrong," he said again. "I can tell something's bothering you." He opened his arms and I willingly moved into them.
"Linda just called," I said.
It didn't seem to register, for a moment But then, his tight grip became even stronger. "You poor baby," he went on. "Did you say any tiling?"
"No. Don't worry. I wouldn't do that"
"I wasn't worried," he said and pulled me onto the bed with him.
The covers shifted as my body moved over his onto the mattress, and I could see his evident hardness, could see his prick standing straight out from his body. And I knew what was coming.,..
I wanted to say no. I wanted to talk, now. I wanted to find out what we were going to do. In a few short hours Linda would lie here and everything would have to be different.
"Gil," I started. But before I could continue, his lips were on mine, silencing the rest of my words.
His hand moved downward over the swell of my hips and he moved his body onto mine. His form ground out at mine.
Automatically my legs spread and I allowed his prick to move in between my legs.
It was sinking, quick and hard, now, to the bottom of my cunt. I was used to it I had had a whole weekend of his cock. A whole weekend of his screwing and now he moved into my body with great ease.
He was pumping away, sensuously, moving the entire length in and out of my tight pussy. He was moving on top of me, quicker, now. His arms surrounded my torso holding me tight, the coarse hairs on his chest rubbed and irritated my sensitive nipples. But, also it was stimulating them.
"Oh, baby, I love you!" he moaned.
"I love you, too. I really do, Gill. I'm so frightened."
"What are you scared of?"
"Linda."
"What can she do to us?"
"I don't want to hurt her, Gil."
"Don't worry, we won't if we play our cards right."
"What does that mean?"
"We have to be smart about this."
"I don't understand," I said. "I really don't"
"As far as Linda knows, she and I are still going together; still engaged."
"Yes, I know. That's what bugs me."
He'd stopped his screwing altogether, now, and he'd pulled his cock out of me. He was lying next to me, reaching for two cigarettes on the night table.
"Look, Rosalie, we can't just come out and tell her that while she was gone the two of us fell in love. It would kill her."
"I know, Gil. But what are we going to do?"
'We'll just pretend like nothing happened."
"What do you mean?" I said, feeling alarm rising inside of me. "You mean this is all a game and we're through?"
"No, sweetheart. Don't be silly. I don't mean that at all. I could never give you up now-not after I know you. Not after I've found out you feel the same way about me."
"Oh, Gil ... I do. I've wanted this for so long."
"Don't you worry. We have it now. Nothing's going to separate us."
"Okay. So what'll we do?"
"Like I said. When Linda comes back, we act like nothing happened. I keep going out with her ... seeing her and n
"Making love to her," I chimed in, my voice shaking.
"It has to be like this, Rosalie. Let's face it. Both of us sdll care about Linda and don't want to hurt her."
"But what about us. How do we work it?"
"We'll see each other. Don't worry about that. I'll make sure that we're together every single day and I'll let Linda down slowly. If we play our cards right, she should be able to see the logical thing that would happen would be that you and I would pick up the pieces."
"But she'll still be hurt."
"Maybe. But she'd be able to get over that. She'd be able to understand that better than this."
"You're right, Gil. You re always right. You're so smart."
"We'll just go on like nothing happened and she'll never know."
"I hope not," I said sincerely. "I wouldn't want to hurt Linda for anything in the world."
"Don't worry. We won't. But at the same time, we have to remember our own feelings. We have lo remember that you and I love each other-and that should be first and foremost"
"I hope I can do it."
"Don't worry. You'll do it," he answered with such confidence that even I felt I'd be able to.
"Now ... you and I have some unfinished business," he said, taking the cigarette from my hand and putting it into the ashtray.
He went to kiss me again, but suddenly pulled back.
"I'm sorry," he said, "excuse me for a moment." He got out of bed and moved towards the bathroom. "There's some things that can't wait," he said, chuckling.
When he returned I was smoking my cigarette again, lying there on the bed, engrossed in my problems.
"Come on, Rosalie," he said. "No more of that. Everything'll be fine. You'll see."
"I hope so," I answered.
He was back on the bed, his arms around me, his cock hard as a rock.
"I'll make you forget," he smiled. "Guarantee ... We're going to try some new tricks."
"Like what?" I asked.
"You'll see," he answered, taking my hand and leading us from the bed. , '
"Where are we going?"
"Into the bathroom."
"What for?" I asked. "A nice warm morning shower."
"Mmmmm," I answered. "Sounds dreamy."
"It's great," he said, smiling.
"Have you done it many times before?" I asked, re sorting the fact that Gil had shared these things with so many other women.
"No," he answered. "Maybe once or twice."
"With who?" I asked, masochistically.
"That's not important now, is it, Rosalie?"
"No. I'm sorry Gil. You're right."
"Come on," he said. "Let's forget all this."
"I'll try," I said, sincerely and stepped into the shower.
Gil set the water temperature and the warm pellets of water shooting outof the nozzle were like thousands of little fingers easing ... massaging all my tired flesh, helping, temporarily, to ease the pain in my brain.
Then Gil's hands reached out to me, touching me, feeling my skin, moving over every inch of my body.
"Move back a little," he said, pushing me directly under the shower spray and then falling to his knees in front of me.
"Open your legs," he demanded.
Willingly ... anxious now for relief, I spread my legs as far as I could. As his head moved up between my thighs, he made contact with my hot, aching pussy.
"Oh, eat me," I cried. "Make me feel alive ... make me feel like a woman again, Gill."
Gil had the same idea. His tongue moved out, snakelike, from his mouth and began to lick the sensitive flesh, high on the inside of my thigh.
He was teasing ... kissing up and down my legs, letting his thumb slip dangerous close to my pussy, agonizingly slowly it inched upward but never touched me there. Never eased the desire, only increasing it.
"Please, Gil," I said, "I need it. I have to have it now."
As he didn't hear me, he continued licking and sucking the flesh of my legs, letting his hands massage, squeeze, rub my skin.
I spread my legs wider and reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair. "Now, Gil," I nearly screamed, making sure that he could hear me over the roar of the shower.
But he didn't respond. He continued doing what he wanted to do, and I knew no matter what I did ... no matter what I said, he would continue at his own pace. He wasn't the type of guy to be intimidated* to be directed ... ordered by anything or anybody. He was his own man and did what he wanted when he wanted.
I nearly screamed as his thumb hit home, touching me, opening me. As I looked downward, I saw his eyes open wide with excitement, watching my tortured flesh. A strained grin came across his features just before he moved in for the kill.
"Oh ... Oh, that's good," I whimpered as his tongue touched my clit, licking the full length of it.
"Oh, so good ... so very good!"
His thumbs spread me now, wide-opened me up so that he could get at me completely, so that his tongue could work its magic ... its wonders on that hot aching cunt of mine.
My knees were weak. I was afraid I was going to collapse right there in the shower; afraid I wouldn't have the strength to maintain myself through the entire episode.
It was crazy, but it was doing the job it was supposed to. The splashing water was distracting me. The roar of the shower, Gil's thumbs, his tongue, his presence.
I couldn't stand it any longer; couldn't bear it. I pushed his head away.
"Now it's your turn," I murmured through clenched teeth, re-arranging our positions, pushing him under the shower and getting to my knees in front of him.
He didn't need any coaxing. He enjoyed this kind of sex as much as anything and held his prick out with one hand as he reached for my head with the other.
"Go to it, sweetheart. Do a good job," he moaned, pushing his hips forward until the tip slid past my lips and into the warm comfort of my mouth.
Inch by inch the entire massive flesh slid into my mouth. I couldn't believe I was doing it. I couldn't believe that I was gobbling the whole thing down my throat. I couldn't breathe; couldn't do anything but savor every second of the hardness of him in my mouth; the wonderful taste of male flesh-Gil's flesh.
I felt small drops dropping onto my tongue as he slid out of me. I licked hungrily at the tip, taking every bit of the sticky fluid, the lubricating agent that nature provided.
Once we were working together, once we were comfortable, one fitting into the other, beautifully, I allowed my hand to wander and roam over as much of his body as I could reach.
Instinctively, I reached behind me and look the bar of soap from its well and held ii under the spray of the water until it was good and wet. Then I began massaging his body with the soap ill my hand, taking special care to soap his balls, his thighs, and his tight ass hole.
He reached up behind him and directed the spray of the water away from us so that soap would not be instantly washed from his body.
I had soaped every part of his flesh that I could reach, and was sliding my lingers over the hard muscle, through the thick hair, enjoying the tactile sensation of his body, enjoying the hot cock in my mouth, enjoying the mouth fucking I was getting.
Gil reached out and took the soap from me. Then he bent over and began soaping my own body, working up a thick lather over all of my flesh, over my tits, my back, my neck. Bending lower, his lingers could reach my thighs, my lower belly.
Then I heard tire soap drop to the floor. His body moved in closer; the hair of his legs rubbed against my rib cage. His fingers worked on my fleshy tits that were sliding through them.
With one hand I moved to his balls and let them slide and glide,, in and out of my fingers, gently. I began my journey upward ... inward, toward his ass hole.
He moaned, low in his throat. A moan that never passed his lips, but vibrated through his body. I could feel him shaking ... could feel his legs weakening as I felt the muscle there tense ... hard as a rock.
I never wanted to stop. I wanted to suck him off forever. I wanted to go on eating, stay with him, here, like this. I didn't care about Linda. I didn't care about eating or sleeping-or, amazingly enough, my parents. I would give all that up for Gil.
It was certainly a new trick for me. I was getting intense excitement out of my finger sliding into the tightness of his ass hole; feeling the soft tissue inside, feeling the hardness of his cock ... of his entire body as his own fingers massaged and rubbed my own skin.
Suddenly he changed his position. It was difficult for me to lower my head, the strain was immense, so that I could keep sucking him. But it was all worth it. His finger moved up in between my legs and he began to fingerfuck me. It was delirious. I was in ecstasy and I began moaning with every stroke of his cock that he took.
"How's that?" he asked.
"It's good," I tried to say. "Fantastic ... " I mumbled, without taking his cock out of my mouth.
I let go of his tool for a moment and grabbed onto his thick forearm, egging him on, trying to get him to increase his speed, trying to get him to give me another finger. t;
He got the message and extended another stiff, thick finger, sliding it up into me. His motions became quicker ... harder, and his every movement made me more excited ... hotter.
I felt one of Gill's hands disappear, and then the stinging spray of the shower, again, rinsing our bodies free of their slippery ness.
I felt his strong hands on my head, pulling me off him, lifting me up to meet him.
I spread my legs instinctively, thinking this is the time, now I would get it, now I would get his tremendous cock right between my legs.
I was wrong! Gil held my head in his hands, his lips moved in, covered mine; his tongue darted out and moved swiftly toward my throat, swirling ... turning inside my mouth.
I reached down and grabbed hold of his joint, putting it between my spread legs, trying to maneuver myself so that I could get it inside of me. Trying to twist, squirm ... anything necessary to get it inside of me ... to get the feeling that only his dick could give me.
But each time I got close, Gil would pull back.
"Not yet, baby. I want to get you in bed. I want you spread out, this time."
"Anything," I moaned. "But now, Gill. Do it now."
He rinsed the rest of the soap from my body and I reached for a bath towel.
"Not now, sweetheart," he said as he shut the water off. "I'm too hot to wait for you to dry."
I didn't know what he was doing. He was getting something from the medicine cabinet, taking my hand and leading me, dripping wet, back into the bedroom.
I still didn't know what it was when I saw. him put the tube on the table next to the bed and then push me gently backwards, onto the mattress.
In a Hash he was next to me, kissing me, his hands moving over my whole body.
His stiff, extended middle finger found its target and moved into me. Swifdy he worked until he had me whimpering and moaning, on the bed.
"I never got a chance at this when it was cherry, baby, and I wanna make sure I get something. I want to break you in one way or the other."
I didn't understand what he meant. I didn't have any idea of what he was talking about ... at least not until I felt the pressure on my arm. Felt him turning me over onto my stomach.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm gonna fuck that little ass hole of yours," he said. "No, Gill. You can't. Honest. I'm afraid."
"Don't be afraid. I've never hurt you, have I?"
"No," I answered, "You haven't. But not that. I can't."
"I wanna bust that ass of yours, baby ... I want that cherry hole!"
I had never seen Gil like this. He was almost an animal; demanding. But yet, I was excited by it. More excited than I ever knew possible. I wanted to please him; wanted to do whatever it was that would make him happy. I knew what it meant to him to get into virgin territory ... my virgin territory!
Gil pulled his finger out of my easing cunt and turned me over on my stomach. He spread my legs, wide, and buried his face between my soft buttocks.
I felt his tongue moving through the crevice of my ass. Then I felt his strong fingers pulling my cheeks apart; felt his tongue making its way downward, again, to the tight muscle.
He tried pushing his tongue in, but had tremendous difficulty. He tried over and over, but it was really impossible.
"You're really tight, baby. It's gonna be some ball to fuck that."
I didn't answer. I couldn't. I was much too excited to talk now.
Gill repositioned himself. He knelt between my wide spread legs. I saw his strong, muscular arm reach out for the tube and heard the squirting sound as he squeezed some of the lubricant from it and spread it over th< entire length of his tremendous cock.
"You gotta help me now, baby. I gotta do it. I gotta have you this way."
"Anything," I moaned, meaning it. "Anything you want. Anything this man wanted I would do willingly ... happy no matter what the cost to myself was.
The tube dropped to the floor and then Gill was kneeling over me on all fours. I felt his chest on my back felt his legs opening me even wide. And then, I felt the tip of his prick!
"OH, MY GOD!!" I screamed. "It's so big. Don't do it You'll tear me apart!" I raved, unable to prevent the words from coming out.
"I have to, Rosalie. I gotta have you. Gotta have this cherry!"
Suddenly I felt the white hot searing pain crashing through my whole body as the tip slid in.
He wasn't gentle: wasn't kind or considerate, the way he usually was. I felt it plowing into me, pushing 11 inch by inch. He continued to push forward, to pump the horse-cock into my asshole.
I couldn't talk; couldn't breathe; couldn't move. I was paralyzed with pain.
At last I felt his pubic hairs scraping my ass; felt h balls swinging down between my legs and I knew that he was in me, all the way. His whole dick was stuffed into my ass.
"That's the girl! That's the way I wanted it. It's good ... real good. Now ... just don't move. Now, I'll make it feel good for you," he promised.
He shifted his weight on top of me, slightly, and then I felt his hands moving under my belly, pushing downward until he found my cunt. And then, suddenly, his fingers were moving inside my box. Two fingers worked frantically on my pussy.
The combination of his fingers and his battering ram stuffed up my ass was weird ... excruciating, yet fantastic. And I felt my own body starting to respond to his fingers. I felt my body moving ... twisting. Felt my hips arching upward so that he could get at my pussy better, but yet, at the same time, giving him a better target at my ass.
"How is it " he breathed against the back of my neck.
"I love it," I screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck that ass hole! Fuck it silly! Use those fingers!"
I was a mad woman! I was going crazy with ecstasy. It was better than ever.
Suddenly ... my whole being was shook. My body seemed to release, and I arched up high, in the air.
"Now! Shoot that load!" I screamed.
His hips worked frantically. He plowed in and out )f me at raceway speed. His balls banged against me, and hen, together, we exploded.
CHAPTER FIVE
I was satisfied that I had covered all traces of Gil's and my love-making; covered every trace. There wasn't a sign that he'd spent any time in the apartment. Linda would never be able to guess what had happened between us.
"We'll tell her you called and I invited you over for lunch so that you could be here when she got back," I blurted, nervously.
"Okay, Rosalie. Just relax, baby. Don't worry, will ya, for cryin" out loud."
"I can't help it, Gill. I'm scared ... really scared."
"There's nothing to be scared of. She'll never know."
"Oh, I don't know. I wish I could be sure."
"Don't worry," he said. "Take my word for it."
"Now," he went on, "How about making me some lunch?"
"Okay," I said. "I'll get things ready, but we have to wait for Linda."
"Okay. Any way you want it," he said.
I had just moved into the kitchen when the phone rang.
Gill started to go for it, and I leaped.
"Don't!" I screamed. "Don't touch it! What if it's Linda?"
"So? If it's Linda, I tell her we just got here."
"Okay," I answered, racing for a cigarette.
"Hello?" Gill's voice was as smooth as velvet. There wasn't a trace of gudt ... anything but confidence.
Gill's face changed. The concern washed away and a strange leer came over him.
"How the hell are you? "His whole attitude was different, friendly, relaxed.
I couldn't imagine who it was. I knew it couldn't be Linda-not the way he was talking.
"Sure," he went on. "That sounds great, really great. Linda's not here, right now, but she should be arriving any minute."
There was a silence as he listened to what the caller had to say, and then he smiled again.
"Ya did," he said, the smile leaving his face. "You got yourself a good girl there. I expect you'll take care of her."
I still had no idea. I couldn't understand what he was talking about. But now, he was obviously disturbed ... it was showing all over his face.
"Yeah ... hold on. I'll go get her."
Gil took the phone from his ear and held it in front of him; his hand covering the microphone. "Who is it?" I asked. "It's Bob."
"Bob!" I said, feeling my hand beginning to shake. "What am I going to say to him? What am I going to do?" I asked nervously.
"What's to do? He wants to know if you want to go to the beach today."
"What'll I tell him? I can't go."
"Sure you can."
"I can't! I can't stand the thought of leaving you and Linda alone."
"Don't worry about that I already told him the four of us would go."
I felt some relief; felt it spreading throughout my body. At least we'd be together. I wouldn't have to worry about Gil and Linda.
"Come on, Rosalie. Take the phone," he said, holding it in my direction.
"Okay. Just let me calm my nerves a second;" I answered, moving toward him and running my fingers the curly hair on the side of his head.
He handed me the phone and put his arm around me at the same moment
"Hi," I answered, trying to sound friendly ... warm.
"Hi, sweetheart. How are you?" he asked.
"I'm fine," I said, flatly, concerned that he would be able to see through my mood.
"I'm sorry I didn't gel a chance to call you sooner, but I've been all kinds of tied up this weekend."
"I'm sure," I said, my mood ... my tone becoming colder.
"Are you angry?" "No," I lied, "Not at all."
"You seem stiff. Am I intruding?"
"Intruding?" I snapped. "On what?"
"I mean ... you don't seem so friendly."
"Don't lie silly. I just have a terrible headache."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear it, but I'm glad too." There was an uncomfortable silence. I didn't know what to say; didn't know what to do.
"Gil tells me we're all going to the beach, today."
"Then you're going?"
"Sure," I said, remembering that was the only way to be with Gil.
"That's great! I guess you aren't angry, then."
"No. Honestly, Bob, I'm not. I swear. I just have this headache, like I told you."
"We'll see what we can do about getting rid of it," he went on, his voice more confident.
"Anything to distract me," I said, earnestly, but for different reasons than he thought.
"What are you doing now?"
"I was just getting things ready for lunch for Linda) and Gil and myself."
"How about an invitation?"
"You don't need one," I answered, my mood changing and my voice becoming more friendly. He was the only answer, right now. He was my ticket to tag along with Gil.
"That's better," he said. "That's like the girl I met the other night."
"Come on over," I said, "Linda should be here any minute. But we'll hold lunch for you."
"You got a deal!" he said. "See you soon."
"Okay. Bye."
He said goodbye and I dropped the receiver back into its cradle.
[Well," Gil asked. "What's happening?"
"He's coming over to join us for lunch."
"Don't look so glum, sweetheart. At least we'll be together."
"I can't help it. Everything is closing now, Gil. Our lives aren't our own any longer. In the next half hour or so, we're gonna start playing 'pretend" games. You're going to be Linda's lover and ... Bob is going to have to be my ... deadline."
"Boy! I can't tell you how good it is to be back!" Linda said as she closed the bedroom door behind us.
"I have cute little number you can wear, if you like. You are a few pounds lighter than me," she giggled. "I bought it last summer and got to wear it once."
"Let's see," I said, brightly, trying to appear like everything was normal.
"It's right here," she said, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a bright yellow two-piece.
"It's a little risque," she went on, "But after all you're no virgin anymore ... or are you?"
I knew the time would come that I would have to tell her about Bob and I. I would have to tell her what happened that night. It was strange, but I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to tell her about the other guy I met-about how he was engaged and he didn't want to hurt his girl. But I was afraid ... afraid she'd know who the guy was. I couldn't take that kind of a chance.
"Well? ... You gonna tell me or do I have to pry it out of you bit for bit?"
"You have a minute?" I said, smiling and plopping down onto the bed.
"Are you kidding?" she giggled. "If we go out of this room before a half hours" time, they're gonna think we don't care ... think that we just throw any old thing on for them." She chuckled again and joined me one the bed, flopping down and reaching for the cigarettes on the night table ...
GIL'S CIGARETTES!
Her hand froze in mid-air. Her eyes narrowed, and then she quickly spun in my direction.
"What brand of cigarettes do you smoke?"
"Any kind. Why?" I asked, trying to appear calm, hoping that my tone, my eyes, didn't show my lie.
"Aren't these Gill's?" she asked, her tone icy.
"I don't know. They could be."
"How did they get here?"
"I guess I brought them in when we came in."
For a second she didn't answer. She looked at the cigarettes ... looked at the ashtray ... empty, then back to me.
Suddenly the smile reappeared on her face. "You wouldn't believe what I was just thinking."
"Why don't you try me?"
"No. I'm too embarrassed."
"And, besides, I wanna hear what happened to you," she finished.
"What's to tell? I went to Bob's apartment, that night, I was ready ... really ready, as you know, I'm sure."
"I could tell when you left here. I said to Gil that night that it would be the night. He didn't believe me. How do you like that?"
"Why not?" I asked.
"He was under the impression that you were one of these small-town hick-girls who saves herself for the man she loved. Can you catch that?"
"I could have before this weekend, but I sure as hell couldn't swallow it now," I said, feeling sorry that I hadn't saved myself for the man I loved, hadn't saved myself for Gil.
"So? What happened?"
"It was fast ... real fast. We were in the apartment for about ten minutes before we were in the bedroom."
"Did you at least make out?"
"Forever!" I said, laughing. "I experienced every kind of sexual thrill you could think of."
"That's nice," she said coyly. "So? What else?"
"What else is there to tell? We went to bed and I am no longer a virgin."
"Didja only go to bed with him once?"
"That's it," I said. "I don't want to turn into a whore over night."
"You still worrying about reputations and all that jazz?"
"Don't forget I was brought up all my life to believe one thing and I can't break away twenty-somewhat years of thinking over night."
"Yeah. I guess you're right," she answered. "But, at least, did you like it?"
"You mean ... after the pain?" I went on, sarcastically.
"Yeah, sweetheart, after the pain."
"You know it," I said, reaching out and hugging her tightly. The two of us broke into wild giggles like two schoolgirls.
"Welcome to the crew," she said.
Linda squinted her eyes and affected a childlike expression.
"Tell me something, Rosalie ... "
"Sure," I said.
"Does Bob ... does he have big meat?" She blurted into another round of hysterical laughter.
I nearly bit my tongue as the answer flashed in my mind. "Yeah, he has big meat," I thought, "but not nearly as big as Gil's."
"That's for me to know and you to find out," I said, aloud, "Does Gill ... "
"That's something you'll never know," Linda went on, her tone serious, now.
"Hey! We better start getting dressed," I said. "We must have been in here for close to half an hour, already."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," she said, and handed me the skimpy bathing suit. "Ya got the nerve, kid?"^
"Wed, that depends," I said. "What are you wearing?"
"Wait until you see it," she went on. "You won't believe it!"
I made up my mind that I was going to be twice as risque as Linda. I was going to have Gil hot as hell. I was going to have him wanting me, desperately ... needing more of me than anything else. I was going to have it so that even when he was in bed ... all the way into Linda he was going to be thinking of me ... going to be wishing it were me.
CHAPTER SIX
There was a strange mixture of extreme friendliness, extreme coldness, running hot and cold from Linda. I didn't understand it. I felt sure my heart told me she had no idea. The only thing she could base her suspicions on were the cigarettes in the bedroom, and it was completely possible that it happened just the way I said it did.
I was confident ... comfortable in my, new role as Gil's mistress. I felt good. Felt like I was the center of attraction of the boys I was with, and I loved every minute of it.
I caught Gill staring at me several times as we got things ready and at last moved out of the apartment into Bob's convertible and took off for the beach.
There was hardly no traffic and we made great time on the highway. From time to time I would glance into the rear-view mirror and catch Linda or Gil's eyes-or both of them at the same time. I was tremendously pleased with myself. I would simply smile or turn around and say something noncommittal. In my head, I was turning into a real bitch.
I knew, though if I wanted to keep my role up, if I wanted to be convincing, I had better start paying a lot more attention to Bob.
It would serve two purposes. First and foremost, Gil would burn with jealousy, and second, it would spur Bob on to be more attentive to me.
The hot afternoon sun was blaring down into the convertible and I smiled at Bob. "It's a little chilly today. Maybe your arm could keep me warmer," I said, moving in even closer to him and nestling my head on his shoulders.
As he put his arm around me, I reached up and grabbed hold of his bicep.
"You're really built like a man should be," I said, loud enough for the pair in the back to hear me. "You're not so bad, yourself."
"You insinuating I'm built like a man?" I said, affecting mock injury.
"Are you kidding? You're built better than any woman I've seen!"
"Hey! I resent that!" Linda chimed in from the back seat.
"I've never seen you nude," Bob went on, smiling ... into the rear view mirror.
"And it'll be a hot day in hell before you do," she said. "Isn't that so, Gil?"
"You better believe it!" he answered.
Then the whole car seemed to drop into a dead silence. I knew what Gil and I were thinking about, but I wondered what was going through Linda's and Bob's minds.
It didn't take me long to find out ... at least so far as Bob was concerned.
"I'll bet you all thought we were going to one of the public beaches?"
"Aren't we?" I asked.
"No siree! Nothing is too good for my friends," he went on.
"Well? Where to, then?"
"My aunt has a house down here. The beach is real private with stockade fencing all around the private beach. And when I say private, I mean there's not another house or person around for miles."
"That's fun," I said. "What are we going to do there?"
"How about playing house?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Simple. You and Linda can be the mommies and Gil and I will be the daddies."
"You mean, one big, happy family?" I said, distaste clearly-showing in my voice.
"Don't be silly! We'll make believe it's a two-family house."
Again there was silence. I wondered if the two in the back seat had heard, and what their reaction was. If they did, they were going for the idea. I knew Gil couldn't say anything to negate it. And Linda certainly wouldn't want to.
Bob turned the car into a very expensive looking tudor style house and drove up the fifty or so yards to the front door and parked in the driveway.
"Is anybody here?" I asked, expecting servants or something.
"Nope. She only uses the place a couple weeks a year, now that her husband died."
"How convenient," I said, as Bob jumped out of the car.
I went to reach for the door handle, but decided to play the game to the hilt and waited until he got around to the other side and opened the door for me.
"Look who wants to be a lady," Linda giggled from the back seat.
"I'm just starting," I said, my tone half serious. "Wait 'til you see me in full swing," I went on, already planning ... scheming what I was going to do. " Bob opened the front door and we all went in.
Gil let out a low, smooth whistle as he looked around and took in the posh furnishings. Everything in this place reeked of money. It was so fantastically elaborate that it even impressed me, even though my own parents had enough money to buy and sell a place like this ten times over.
"I certainly wouldn't call this cozy," I said, looking around the stark, formal rooms.
"To some people, it's home," Bob countered.
"I guess so," I said, moving into the living room.
"Oh, a hi-fi," I said. "How nice. Do you have any records around here?"
"Records? I thought we'd get out to the beach."
"We will ... as soon as you make me a drink."
"Sure," he said. "Anybody else?"
Everyone agreed and Gil went to help him mix the drinks.
"What the hell's with you?" Linda asked, as soon as we were along.
"What do you mean?" I asked, affecting an air of innocence.
"You know damned well what I mean, Rosalie. What's this high-falutin air of yours, all of a sudden, this cheap, two-bit tavern whore jazz? What's come over you?"
"I don't know," I said, honestly. "I just don't know. I'm just so confused."
"I'll say you are. Look, Rosalie. I'm your friend, and I'm telling you right now, you're gonna drive Bob so far away if you don't come back down to earth."
"You're right. I know you're right. And I'll try, hard. It's just that I'm scared ... really. I don't know how to act with him. Don't forget ... it's the first guy I ever put out for, Linda."
"I understand, kid. But look, try, will ya?"
"Yes. I will," I promised, meaning it Realizing that not only would I drive Bob away, but Gil as well, if I didn't watch my step.
"Let's go see if we can help with the drinks."
"That's more like it," she said. The two of us went running out of the living room toward the kitchen.
"Hey, guys," I called, "How about a little help?"
"Sure. We can always do with a little help," Bob said, smiling broadly.
"After all, if we're playing house and Linda and I are the mommies, we should be in the kitchen. Now you two get out of her."
"Sure thing. Just as soon as we find the booze."
"Silly. In a house like this you don't look for it in the kitchen. She must have a bar someplace."
"That's right!" Bob said. "The living room! By the bookcases. You're so smart sometimes, Ros."
"That's just the beginning, I laughed. "Wait 'til you see what a whiz I am at gin rummy."
We all laughed, and for the first time since we'd been together, the atmosphere was relaxed.
I could almost see Gil's face light up with relief. I guess he was afraid I would snap ... and blow the whole scene.
Linda moved out of the kitchen first. Bob followed. For an instant, I stole a glance at Gil and he smiled at me.
"That's my girl," he whispered.
"I love you." I mouthed the words silently.
"I love you, too." he smiled. And then the two of us followed Linda and Bob.
"Now then," I said, "What the hell are we drinking. I forgot."
"Surprise us," Linda said, moving toward the stereo. "Can we get some good music on here?" she asked. "I don't see why not"
"Hey! That was my idea," I said. "And now, I don't feel like staying inside any longer. What say we take our drinks outside and have them on the beach ... the way grown-ups do."
"Suits me," Linda said. "But let me give you a hand. We're gonna be out there for a while, so we might as well make a couple of pitchers."
"That's a laugh," I went on. "Three drinks and I've had it You know my limit"
"But I, on the other hand," she cackled, "am a really practiced lush. And you know that!"
"I know," I said, hesitatingly. It was true. Linda had a drinking problem. When she started, she couldn't stop, sometimes.
I saw the disappointment in Gil's face; saw the pain closing in over all his expression ... and I knew that he did really care about Linda. I was surprised; I didn't feel jealousy; didn't feel anything but sorry for the both of them.
"What do you say we mix four drinks and take them out?" Gill said.
"Don't be silly," Linda went on. "I've been with mama and papa for a whole weekend, and now it's time for little 'darling" Linda to have some fun." Now it's time for her to be the one who was bitching.
"Hey. Come on," I said. "Enough of this. We'll all get smashed," and I broke into an almost hysterical laughter; almost uncontrollable. That's what I wanted to do ... All of us get smashed; stoned to the gills and then all of us end up in bed, together. And I was going to do everything humanly possible to make it work this way.
I had to face the facts. I had to realize that before the four of us left here today, we were all going to end up in bed, one way or the other. Whether it was Gil and Linda and Bob and I, or the four of us together; it was going to happen. It was inevitable, and there was no way around it.
We'd made the drinks and were moving out toward the gorgeous, expansive beach. Linda, who was carrying the pitcher was already sipping from it
"Hey, this is great for me ... but what are the rest of you guys gonna drink?" she smiled.
"I almost believe you're serious, young lady," I said, smiling back at her.
"Damned straight, I am."
"Well, don't you worry about that. As soon as that's gone, I'll mix us another batch ... stronger ... "
"Okay," Bob said. "Here we go, into wonderland."
"Always ready for that," I answered, moving out the door.
It was breathtakingly beautiful. Private. The perfect spot for my plan; the perfect place to have a group session ... an orgy! But my mind ... my body ... would only respond to one touch-Gil's.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Every thing was working out perfectly-exactly as I had planned it. Everyone, including myself, was more than pleasantly high. Linda was stoned, and I had to make sure I didn't drink anymore; didn't become sloppy, the way she was. I had to make sure that Gil looked up to me.
"What do you say we all hit the kitchen for something to eat?" Bob said.
"Sounds like a good idea," Gil confirmed.
"I have a better idea," Linda said, smiling devilishly. "What say we all adjourn to the bedrooms for something to eat?" With that she broke into wild, raucous laughter.
No one else laughed.
"What the hell's wrong with you people?" she wanted to know. "You all turning into some kind of farts? ... old prunes?"
"Come on, Linda, enough of that." Gill said, his tone reflecting his anger.
"Enough of what?" she countered, angrily. "You never used to complain!"
"I'm not complaining now," he tried to soothe her.
"Oh, no? Then what do you call it?"
I didn't know what to do, but I knew I had to act in some way to make Gil feel better; to help him out of this situation.
"Come on, Lyn," I said, "Let's go cook something. We'll all feel a heck of a lot better after we eat."
"There's nothing wrong with the way I feel now," she continued, turning her anger on me.
"Look," I said, "Enough of this. You wanna be pissed off, be pissed off, but not at me!" I smiled broadly at her and took her by the arm. "Now let's go, pal!" I said, practically dragging her toward the house.
"Oh, Rosalie, don't treat me like a child."
"Well, when you act like one, that's how I'm going to treat you. Now, move your ass before I kick it once or twice."
She didn't resist as I tugged her away from the boys.
I looked back over my shoulder and smiled. "You guys straighten up out here and we'll call you when supper's ready."
"Good show," Bob smiled.
Gil stared at me and then broke into a half smile as he watched me drag Linda's drunken body toward the house.
"What the hell's the matter with you?" I scolded as soon as we were out of earshot. "You were making a damned fool of yourself down there."
"Ah, shit," Linda said, her words slurred with drink.
"What do you mean, 'shit,'" I answered. "You know, damned well that nobody was giving you a hard time. Why do you have to be such a buster?"
"Not you, too, Rosalie."
"Not me too, what?" I asked. "If you act stupid like that, I'd expect you'd want to hear it."
"I'm tired of hearing how stupid I am and what a child I am. I want people to take me ... accept me for what I am, not what they want me to be."
I was suddenly shocked. The pleasant high I was feeling was gone. I had no idea that Linda felt this way. I had no idea that she and I shared any feelings that there could be found any sameness in.
"Look, Lyn," I said, my tone notably softer, "I understand. I really do," I said, sincerely. "I know exactly what you're feeling. All my life I've felt the same thing. But you can't turn on the people who care about you. You can't turn on your friends ... because you can end up without any. Look at me. I'm a perfect example of that"
"You," she smiled. "You have more friends than I'll ever hope to have."
"Acquaintances," I corrected. "That's all they are. Just passing faces ... smile and good times. When it comes down to the nitty-gritty of it, not one of them gives a shit."
"I do," she said, "I really do."
"I believe you, Linda," I continued, sincerely, on the verge of tears for what I'd done to her; for what I was going to continue doing to her-because I had no choice ...
Things were a lot calmer now. Everyone had a full stomach and I'd shoved cup after cup of black coffee down Linda's throat And now, she was practically sober. She had apologized for being so bitchy and we were all sitting in the living room around the fireplace.
It was cozy ... warm. Bob and I sat on one sofa and Gil and Linda on the matching one across from us.
I was tense ... extremely nervous. I knew that before long it was gong to be time for love-making ... and I didn't want to make love to Bob. I didn't want him to use my body. I wanted to be with Gil. I wanted to feel that he really cared and not just someone who was just ramming his cock up inside of me, to shoot his load.
"What do you say we get some lively music on that thing," I asked, indicating the radio, watching Linda fall into the mood of the slow, dreamy music, cuddling into Gill's body. I felt the pressure of Bob's body closing around me, his fingers inching their way dangerously close to my breasts.
"I take your silence as meaning approval," I said to the whole group, smiling and leaping, a little too fast from my seat, and moved quickly to the radio.
"I, personally, thought it was kind of groovy," Bob said. "You know, sort of the right mood."
I smiled in his direction. "I dare say that the music playing on the radio has very little to do with your mood," and without waiting for a response I turned the that quickly and found a station blaring out a wild beat. It reminded me of some low-down strip joint in New Orleans.
Then it hit me! And I knew what I was going to do.
I moved back to the sofa and reached for my drink, gobbling the rest of it down my throat, feeling the firewater bubbling inside of me, making my head woozy and releasing my inhibitions.
"Hey, what're you doing?" Bob asked, when I pulled away from him again and got to my feet.
"Oh, I just feel like dancing a little, that's all. The music is so great."
I smiled inwardly, knowing ... or hoping that by the time I finished my little routine we'd all be rolling around on the floor, naked ... sere wing each other, feeling, fucking. Even if Gil screwed Linda, I'd still be there with him. It wouldn't be like the two of them were in a room and had closed me out, completely.
I reached up and pulled the pins from my hair until they were all out. The blond length of it fell down over my shoulders. I kicked my shoes off and began to undulate my hips in a seductive manner.
I glanced at Gil, who was staring intently. I watched him lick his lips as I continued to bump and grind my hips into the air.
Linda was amazed.
Bob liked it.
"Can't you just feel the music traveling through you?" I asked, talking to no one in particular.
"I can see that you do," Linda said, a smile coming from her lips; a smile of confusion.
"Did I ever tell you I love to dance?"
"Yes. But I had no idea you meant this kind of dancing."
"What difference does it make? What kind of dancing is this?" I asked.
"Very nice," Bob cut in. There was a tense burst of laughter in the room.
I was glad to be the center of attraction. I didn't care so much about Bob and Linda, but I knew Gil could watch my body could watch every curve sway to the beat of the music, and in his mind, rape me. In his mind, I could be grinding into his groin as his cock slipped all the way into my body.
"How about another drink?" I called.
"Sure," Linda said, getting to her feet and taking my glass to the bar and making one for me.
"A strong one," I shouted across to her.
She looked at me, strangely, but then shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "You're the boss," she said.
I watched as she poured in an ample amount of liquor and just a small amount of mix. "Thanks," I said, as she handed me the drink. I began sipping it without losing the beat.
Suddenly the music ended and I was stopped dead in my tracks. I smiled coyly at the group and lifted my hands in a gesture of waving. "Bye, bye," I said, and then swallowed the contents of the glass.
"My god," Linda said, "You're gonna fall on your face."
"Not this girl," I answered, putting the glass down on a table nearby.
I reached for the pack of cigarettes and put one to my lips.
"Well, gentlemen ... aren't you going to light it for me?"
Gil and Bob both sat forward and reached for the matches on the table. Gil got there first and struck the match. As I leaned forward to take the light, my hair fell over my shoulder, blocking my eyes from Linda's view. I took that opportunity to tell Gil, without words, that I loved him. He smiled and I knew he got the message.
Music returned to the speaker and I moved away from the group, into the center of the room. This time it was faster ... wilder ... and so was I.
"Come on, Linda," I called. "I'm getting tired of dancing with myself. How about joining me?"
"You kidding?" she said, "I'm no competition for the sway of those hips."
"Sure you are. I've seen you dance before," I said. "You can teach me a thing or two."
"All right. Since you put it that way, I'll join you.
In an instant she was up, kicking off her shoes and moving toward me.
I hoped I hadn't made a mistake. I hoped that she wasn't going to show me up in front of Gill. I would do everything in my power to beat her at the game instigated by myself.
She was wearing a tight pair of slacks and a mini-blouse, so that her entire stomach, her midriff, was exposed. Her waistline, her hips moved beautifully. She was one up on me.
I glanced down at my own tight-fitting slacks and the blouse tucked in them and smiled. "I never could get that motion with the stomach," I said. "How about telling me if I'm doing it correctly." Without waiting for an answer, I reached down and pulled my blouse from my slacks and unbuttoned the two bottom buttons, tying it just under my bust. Now I had more exposed than she did.
Linda smiled at me. She was on to the game now. It wasn't a warm smile; it wasn't a friendly smile. It was the kind of smile two fighters use as they shake hands in the middle of the ring, both of them fighting for the tide, both of them wanting to win.
I gave up my facade I might have had in terms of pretending I wanted to learn a step and turned away from Linda, completely. I turned my dance into a series of violent shaking ... shimmying ... making sure all of my flesh moved in the right direction. I let my hands run up into my hair and piled it on my head, holding it in place as I moved more wildly than before, now that I was very high on liquor.
I let my hair fall and my hands rest on my thighs and moving them up and down slowly, I smiled at the boys.
Then without a moment's hesitation, I reached up and began unbuttoning my blouse.
Linda stared, unbelievingly, but at the same time, she didn't stop dancing. Her face had a quizzical expression, as if she didn't know how far I was going to go; as if she didn't believe what she saw.
The only thing holding my blouse closed now was the knot I had tied at the bottom of it. It was the only thing that kept my ample breasts covered with the thin, lacy material. I reached down and untied it.
Suddenly, my eyes caught Gill's and what I saw, wasn't excitement; wasn't delight at the fact that he could see my flesh exposed. Rather, it was pain, unmistakable pain. When our eyes caught and held for only one instant, I realized how much I was displeasing him.
I could tell by the way the song was going it was almost over. And I was pleased ... tremendously happy for an 'out.
I continued to dance around, holding my blouse closed with my fingers. I continued to bump and grind, and I continued to let my hand wander over my body. But as soon as the last cord was struck, I flipped my head back, smoothed out my hair and began buttoning my blouse.
"How far did you think I was going to go?" I said, smiling at Bob.
"Well ... you can't blame a guy for hoping, can you?"
"No. But I'm afraid this girl chickens out after that," I said, moving in closer and sitting down next to him.
"That was really good, huh, Gill?" Bob asked.
"Terrific," he said, smiling and turning toward Linda. "Are you coming over here, or do I have to come over and get you?" he asked her.
I felt the stake pulled loose from my heart. I wondered if Gill was angry with me; wondered if he was completely disenchanted. I wondered if he had another image of me now, wondered if I had disgraced myself now that I had put myself on the block before these people.
"No." I scolded myself. "He had to be attentive to Linda. He had to let her down easily. We had agreed on that Neither one of us wanted to hurt her and he couldn't be free. He couldn't show me the lust, the love ... the affection that he wanted to. Not in front of Linda."
Linda smiled confidently and moved slowly across the room until she was standing directly in front of Gil. She reached out her hands and took one of his own. And then she sat down very close to him on the sofa.
The two of them looked at each other for a second before they fell into each others arms, before their lips clamped together. And I knew Gil's tongue was searching, probing deeply into her throat. It had been just this way the night Bob screwed me. They'd started and we'd finished.
Already I could feel Bob's hand pulling my chin, turning my face from the scene before me. And then I felt the warmth of Bob's mouth. I desperately clung onto him, closing my eyes tightly, I tried to pretend it was Gil.
I was nearly out of my mind with jealousy, with rage, as I heard Gil whimper, moaning softly. The way he had with me. I wondered if he was a great actor. I wondered if I could believe anything he had said to me. I wondered if all he was interested in was getting his rocks off.
My mind felt like it was going to snap. My head threatened to burst open if I didn't feel better soon. I decided to try my damndest to get involved, to feel some thing with Bob ... at least, for now.
After all, I consoled myself, he had a beautiful body, a beautiful face. And since I'd been broken in sufficiently, I'd be able to enjoy anything he could give me tonight. Tonight sex was going to be just that Tonight there would be no love, no warmth, no chance of being hurt. Tonight I was going to fuck for the pure physical pleasure, nothing more.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep my eyes off the couple across from us, locked in each others" arms. I saw Gill's fingers inching closer to Linda's bust. I saw them close around the large bulge in her blouse. I saw them squeeze tenderly, through the material of the blouse. I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw something at them. I wanted to leap up and run away from the scene. But at the same time, I was intrigued. I was glad I was there. I didn't want them to be alone.
Bob let a low moan escape his own lips and tightened his grip on me. I looked down and saw the huge bulge in his pants and knew it wouldn't be too much longer before all of us would be screwing.
As if Bob had read my mind, he suddenly shifted his position on the sofa and got to his feet.
"Ahem!" He cleared his throat, playing a game. "May I show you to our 'honeymoon suite?'"
Gil and Linda were silent as they got to their feet and followed the two of us out of the living room and up the stairs toward the bedrooms.
I couldn't turn around. I couldn't look at them. I couldn't stand the idea of being separated. But I was trapped. There was nothing I could do without exposing my feelings, without bursting the situation to pieces. I was afraid that if I did that, I would lose Gil in the offing.
When we got to the top of the stairs, Bob stopped and let Gill and Linda get in front of us.
"Right over there," he said, pointing to a room.
Linda smiled coquettishly. "See you for cocktails in the lounge, later," she smiled and winked. Then she took Gill's arm, possessively, and led him toward the open door.
I stood frozen in my tracks, staring at the two forms moving away from us. I couldn't take my eyes off them. As Gil turned, once they were in the room, to close the door, our eyes caught for an instant and I felt that he showed some of the same feelings, which made it all a little easier for me.
"Now, Madam, I will escort you to our suite," Bob said, taking my arm and leading me in the other direction.
"No," I said.
"What do you mean, 'no,'" he asked.
"I mean, how about that room, right there?" I pointed toward the open door next to the room Gil and Linda had entered.
"But this room has a lovely view of the ocean."
I couldn't think of anything that would sound plausible; anything that would sound realistic. And I didn't want him to catch on to the truth. I didn't want him to know that I wanted to be near Gil so that maybe I could hear something ... anything ... that would let me know what was going on.
"But this one is much closer," I said, smiling and leading him toward the room I had chosen.
"That's what I like. A woman who knows what she wants."
"You got one." I smiled. "I know exactly what I want." As soon as we were inside the room, Bob closed the door behind us and went to reach for the light switch. But with hesitant fingers, I rested my hand on his hairy forearm. "Moonlight is so much more conductive," I smiled, lifting my hand from his arm and reaching for my top button.
I began to undo my blouse, still standing in the same spot.
"Here. Let me help you with that," he smiled and moved in and closing his strong arms around my waist, seeking my lips with his own.
It was a long, slow, hot kiss with his tongue moving snake-like inside my mouth. His hands were squeezing my flesh, his fingers moving downward until they rested on the fleshy softness of my buttocks.
"You're a beautiful girl, Rosalie. You got me so damned hot downstairs, one more dance and I would have raped you, I think."
"That was the point," I lied, "I wanted to get you excited. Real excited so we could have a good time."
"We'll have a good time; don't you worry about that."
"Do I look worried?" I smiled, stepping back from him. "Now. Were you going to help me with something?" I continued playing my role, perfectly, I was sure.
"Yes," he said, "I was." With steady, experienced fingers, he began opening my blouse, button by button, until the material parted slightly and my black-laced brassiere came into view. By contrast, my flat, white belly was shining in the moonlight
"What a body!" he said, taking my blouse and pulling it down over my shoulders and threw it onto a nearby chair.
"Now, then," I said, turning around. "Let's see how good a job you can do with this." I backed into him, slightly, until I felt his fingers working at the clasp of my bra; until I felt the release of pressure from the material. I hunched my shoulders and reached, across-armed, for both straps and pulled them down over my arms, at the same moment, flinging it into the darkness of the room.
I spun around until I was facing him, again. I saw his eyes bug open as he saw my two huge globes of flesh, illuminated by the moon.
He reached for them, slowly, with both hands, until he cradled one in each palm. Gently he let the tips of his thumbs make contact with my nipples. They ached for that contact; they ached to be loved, to be felt, to be held.
"How about doing a little dance for me now that we're alone."
"There's no music," I said.
"I can arrange for that," he went on.
"Suit yourself," I smiled provocatively back at him.
"You and I are going to have a real hot time, tonight," he confided, his voice almost a whisper.
"Promise."
"Damned straight! You and I are gonna play house the right way."
He let go of my breasts and moved toward a book case that had a strange panel of dials and controls.
"Each room has its own speaker system connected to the main unit, downstairs."
"Your aunt thought of everything, didn't she?"
"Almost. The house would be perfect if it came equipped with you."
"Thank you," I said, sincerely. But at the same moment, realized I couldn't get swept up into this. I was already feeling too much for Gil; too much for Linda. I couldn't allow myself to get involved with Bob ... not now. It would all be too much. Tonight it had to be sex; not, hard sex.
As Bob toyed with his buttons, I moved up behind him and let my fingernails scratch his back through the material of his shirt.
"If we're gonna play, we have to play fair," I said, reaching around to his brawny chest and beginning to unbutton his shirt "After all, I'm topless, so you have to be, also," I giggled, slightly as I let my hand slip in through the opening and feel the hard muscles in his chest and the thick mat of hair that covered his chest
"You have a body that a girl can appreciate. Real hard, real manly," I went on.
He turned toward me, pulling the shirt from his body.
"And you have the kind of body a man can appreciate," he said.
I had moved over to the windows and was looking out over the expanse of well manicured lawns, but my thoughts were of what was going on next door; of what the two of them were doing, right now. I wondered if Gil was already making love to Linda. I wondered if the two of them were locked together; if Gil was screwing her; if her arms, her legs were wrapped around his own. I wondered if it was as good for the two of them as it had been for Gil and I.
I was only vaguely aware of Bob, tuning in the stereo, of his changing stations. But then, his voice cut into my thoughts and brought me back to my own situation.
"Isn't that the station?" he asked.
"What?"
"Isn't that the same station you had on?"
"It sounds like it," I said, listening to the music coming softly from the speakers.
"Well. How about the dance you promised me?"
"If it's a dance you want," I smiled, "It's a dance you're going to get." I broke into frantic, slithering movements that, judging from his eyes and his expression, were doing the job.
Outside, a cloud passed in front of the moon and blocked it out. I could hardly make out his features. But somehow, that made it easier. I began to bump and grind again; began to push my hips forward, sensuously. I let my hands run up along my stomach, up onto my chest. I grabbed hold of both my tits and squeezed them, massaged them, displayed them, to him. I let my tongue slip out of my mouth and flick at the air. I let it run along my lips.
"That's it, baby. You really got the motion."
"I'm only starting," I continued, "This is just the beginning. Wait 'td I really get warmed up." I moved over toward his body. I continued until I was directly in front of him and then dropped to my knees before his shirtless body.
I looked up, holding my hair on my hair, and smiled. "Give it to me," I said, "I want it." My tone was demanding.
He began to undo his belt. But I reached up and stopped him. "No. Leave your pants on, for now." With my free hand, I pulled down his zipper and reached in until I felt the hard mass of flesh, the thick, pulsating cock.
I pulled it out of his pants and looked adoringly at it. I planted moist, hot kisses on the Up, all around the head, and then began moving downward loving the stalk, letting my tongue slip inside his fly and tangling with the pubic hairs there
"Oh, baby. You really know what you're doing."
I didn't answer. Instead, I let my tongue lick at the prick that stood straight out from his body, hard and ready for action.
Without any warning, I opened my mouth wide and gobbled his stiffness into my mouth and sucked crazily on it. Without moving my head, I drew on his flesh, as a person would if he extracts the venom from a snake wound.
I felt Bob's legs go weak; felt them nearly topple forward as I continued to suck on the prick in my mouth. The more I sucked, the more I wanted. My nostrils were filled with the masculine scent of cock. My brain could only think of his dick; of what it could do to me; of what it would do for me.
I reached inside his tight pants again, until I felt his balls and I pulled them free of their confinement At the same time I took my other hand and closed it around his ample cock and began jerking him off as I sucked on the huge head and played with his balls.
He was moaning out above me, and he began to move his hips in rhythm with my mouth. The two of us worked with the beat of the music.
Suddenly, I jumped to my feet and began shimmying, shaking my breasts in front of him.
"Suck em, baby. Suck on 'em. Make 'em hard," I whispered, holding them before him, tauntingly.
Bob moved in and grabbed hold of my tits underneath, pushing them up even higher. His lips came down and he gently nipped at the flesh, rubbing his face against them. I tangled one hand in his dark curly hair and the other reached down to stroke his manhood. I wanted to play with that enormous prick of his, standing out as stiff as a board.
Bob was making loud slurping noises as he jumped from one tit to the other, taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking like a baby. His saliva was dripping down from my tits onto my chest and tickling me. Both my breasts were covered with it and his hands slipped freely over the softness of them.
My own grip tightened on his cock and I began petting it, pulling it, gently. But, as his own tempo increased, so did mine. I felt his prick stiffening even more, expanding in my hand. And then, suddenly his strong hand had my wrist
"Hold it, Rosalie. Take it easy. I don't wanna shoot like this."
"No ... no, Bob," I whimpered. "I want it between my legs. I want you to shoot that hot liquid all the way into my guts."
"You'll get it, baby. You'll get a load you won't forget."
I released his prick from my grasp and brought my hand up to the back of his neck. I applied a downward pressure on it "Suck," I moaned. "Suck on them for me."
He moaned as the words came out of my mouth and dove for my tits again, squeezing them harder, massaging them, biting gently, as he tried to take as much as he could get into his mouth.
As he bit, sucked, licked on my tits, his free hand moved down over the wall of my hips and I felt my zipper being pulled down. I felt the button at the side of my slacks being opened. Suddenly, the pressure of the material had loosened.
He reached in from behind, letting his fingers slide underneath the material of my slacks, under the material of my scanty underwear, until his hand was on my bare buttocks. He inched inward, between the cleft, and then down as far as his hand could go. With an extended finger, he tried to find my cunt. Tried to find the moist juicy pink lips of my pussy.
I squirmed, spreading my legs and tried to aid him as much as I could, and then, at last, his hand slid into my pants further. His stiff middle finger found its target and began to move up into my cunt s
"Oh," I whimpered. "Oh, Bob, its ... it's so good. Don't ever stop."
"The only time I'm gonna stop is when I replace my finger with my cock, baby."
"Oh, yeah, your nice big cock!"
"Remember what it feels like?"
"Oh, yes," I moaned, "I remember. Big and hard." " "Did you like it?"
"Yes. Yes, I loved it."
"That's good. This time it'll be even better for you."
"Yes," I whimpered, knowingly, "Yes, this time it'll be much better for me."
Without taking my nipple from his mouth, he released my tit with his other hand and pulled his finger from my cunt. He grabbed hold of both sides of the material of my slacks and tugged it downward, over my legs and finally, off, over my ankles. I stood completely nude, now; naked as the day I was born. In front of the man who was going to fuck me.
I glanced down in the dim light and saw his cock, hard ... ready ... angry looking, as the huge bulbous head glimmered in the moonlight. It was a beautiful prick. Long ... smooth ... and thick.
I reached over to his hard washboard stomach and tugged at his belt until I opened it. And then he took over, pulling the clasp open and stepping back and tossing them aside. When he was stripped, he moved in again and began kissing me between my breasts. Downward he moved, and my body stiffened in anticipation of what I knew was to come.
He knelt before me and I opened myself to him. I spread my legs as wide as I could possibly do and still remain standing. As he examined my pussy, pried and probed with his fingers, I squeezed my own tits, rubbing them gently with the palms of my hands. I stood there, savoring the combined feelings of his manipulations and mine.
I nearly gasped as he moved in for the kill. Without warning, he inserted his tongue between my hot pussy lips and began sucking on my clit. His lips were clamped tight over my cunt. He was alternately pushing with his tongue and sucking with his lips as he pulled it out.
He moved back slightly, and began kissing the insides of my thighs.
"How about that dance," he asked, breathlessly.
"How about it?"
"How about giving me a few of those movements now?"
In my excitement, I had totally forgotten about the music. I wasn't even aware of it until he pointed it out to me, again. And then, slowly, provocatively, I began to push may hips back and forth, push my belly forward, my hips backward, and then reversing the motion.
"That's it. Keep moving that pussy. Let me see it move. Let me feel it. Let me eat it." And without another word, he dove again for my box. He inserted his tongue the same way he did before. His lips still tight over my box.
This time it was different though, because I continued my movements; I continued to grind my pussy into his face. I continued to push forward as his tongue slid upward into me. It was magnificent, and for the first time I realized that I wasn't thinking about what Gil and Linda were doing. I was too involved with my own action; too involved with Bob's mouth and his tongue, and what he was doing to me.
"That's it," he said. "Get hot! Get real hot, Rosalie!"
"I am," I moaned. "I'm really very, very worked up."
"Don't worry. I'll take care of that," he promised, and then went for my cunt again.
"Oh ... Oh ... " I moaned, squirming wildly above him. "Eat it! Eat it!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I didn't care who heard me; I didn't care what Gil felt.
"You and I are going to have a real fucking hot time, tonight, baby. I can promise you that!" Bob said, getting to his feet.
"Lie down, baby," Bob said, guiding me toward the bed. "Lie down on your back."
I didn't question him. I didn't ask questions. If he was ready to give it to me, ready to let me have that big cock of his between my legs, I was ready to take it.
"Don't move," he said, when I had positioned myself on the bed. He moved across the room to the windows and pulled the cord, drawing thick heavy drapes, blocking out the moonlight completely. The room was pitch dark. I couldn't see anything.
I heard Bob fumbling around, moving across the room, and as my eyes gradually adjusted to the new darkness, I could make out his shadow.
He was returning to the bed carrying something in his hands.
As he got closer I could see that he was carrying two candlesticks. He placed one on either side of the bed on the night tables and then produced a match from the dresser drawer and lit them. The room was illuminated with soft candlelight.
"Your body looks so gorgeous in this light."
I didn't say anything. I just undulated my form on the bed, lifting my hips up off the mattress and giving him a better view of my cunt. I let my hands move down along my body and reached between my legs and spread my pussy lips so that he could see the red, stiff clit, inside.
"You're getting me so fucking hot, baby, I'm ready to bust you open ail over again."
I smiled inwardly, thinking to myself that Bob thought himself the first and only person I'd screwed with. I wondered if he'd be surprised when he saw how much I enjoyed it, how willing I was, and how able I would be to take whatever he had to Hive.
I felt the mattress sag beneath his weight, heard the bed springs creak as his total weight was placed on top of the mattress.
I expected that he would position himself between my wide spread legs and direct his penis into my hole. But I was wrong. Instead, he sat back on his ankles between my legs and his hands came to rest, gently, on my lower stomach.
"I want a show, Rosalie. I want a real show."
I was slightly confused. I didn't really know what he meant by that
"Go ahead, Rosalie, dance. Dance. Dance to the music."
I was surprised that he wanted me to dance again, but I was more than willing to please. I started to get up from the bed.
"No, I don't mean that. I mean here."
"How can I?"
"Try," he said, his voice sounding strained and strange. The flickering candlelight made him look like some sort of demon; a handsome, beautiful demon.
"Go ahead," he prodded, grabbing my hips and moving them on the bed.
I understood now, what he wanted, and I closed my eyes and reached behind me. My hand caught and held on to the brass rungs of the headboard.
I spread my legs even wider and began to wiggle, sensuously, jutting my chest forward and then my hips forward as well. I brought my feet up high on the bed, dug my heels into the mattress and lifted my body high into the air.
"Kiss it," I moaned, "Kiss it."
Bob moved in closer, placed his knees under my back, took his cock and rubbed it against my cunt, slowly, sensuously, forcefully.
"Oh, fuck me," I moaned, "fuck me!"
"Not yet," he said, "Not yet. You're not ready."
I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to convince him that I was as hot as a bitch in heat, that I was ready to take that cock and ten more like it, one after the other.
My thoughts were suddenly cut off as I felt his finger sliding up into my hole, felt it hard and stiff, feeling around, touching my insides.
"Is it good, Rosalie?"
"Yes. More. Give me another one," I pleaded. He responded almost instantly. "Lift up again," he demanded.
As before, I dug my heels into the mattress, lifting my cunt high into the air.
Suddenly he pulled his fingers out, completely, and I heard a quick rustling sound on the bed and then he was off it
"Where are you going?" I called.
"I'll be right there," he said. He reached for his pants and quickly stepped into them, not bothering with his underwear. Before he even had them zipped up, he was heading for the door.
But as soon as he disappeared out the door and closed it behind him, I let go of the bed post and with my own fingers, I began to masturbate; began to fingerfuck my cunt slowly, deliciously. It was a wonderful feeling and it spread like a forest fire throughout my whole body.
I heard the door open and quickly took my hand away from my cunt. I didn't want to be caught like this. I didn't want him to see me doing it.
The room was light enough so that I could see he was carrying some strange object in his hand. An object about the size of a cock, a big cock, a hard erect cock. It was even shaped like one. And then it hit me. This was what I had always heard about. This was a dildo. I couldn't imagine what he was going to do with it. I couldn't, for the life of me, understand why he would let me use a dildo instead of his own cock.
Quickly he rejoined me on the bed and repositioned himself between my legs, again.
"Okay, up!" he demanded.
Instantly I reached back and took hold of the bed posts again. I dug my heels into the mattress and quickly raised myself up high, opening myself, making myself vulnerable, completely available to his attack.
As if testing to see if my cunt were lubricated, if I were ready for diehard rubber, he let his fingers in, almost nonchalantly and quickly pulled them from me. In place of them, I felt the hard tip of the rubber.
"Take it," he moaned, "Take it. Suck it in there, baby."
I pushed downward, forcing myself further onto the imitation prick. I felt it scraping the inside of my walls. It was harder than anything I had ever felt up there, before. It was stiff. It wasn't like a man-cock. It bad no give. It wasn't flexible at all, and I didn't know whether or not I enjoyed it. I didn't know whether I wanted it, until he began to move it ... slowly, sensuously, as one of his hands reached up and grabbed hold of my breasts.
"Here, Rosalie," he said. "Do it. Do it yourself."
I didn't feel any embarrassment, didn't feel any inhibition. Immediately I reached down between my legs and took hold of the end of my cunt worshipper and began moving it in and out as he had been doing.
I opened my eyes for an instant and saw Bob leaning back against the foot of the bed, jerking himself off as he watched my every move. It was at this moment that I decided to give him a real show.
"Oh," I moaned. "Oh, its so good," I whimpered, and began squirming wddly on the bed.
"I wish it were you. I wish it were your beautiful prick! I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me good, hard. Please!"
"I'll fuck you baby. I'll fuck you just like you want it But not now."
"Oh, fuck me ... "
"Not now. We gotta have a little fun, first," he cut in.
Without any warning, I change my position on the bed, the dildo still stuck inside me. I got to my knees and shifted my body until I was facing him. Then, without losing a stroke from my rubber phalus, I lowered my head and began eating Bob's cock again.
"Suck it, baby. Suck it like you did before."
I drew in my cheeks and sucked his cock hard. My mouth was working and making loud, lapping sounds. I pushed the dildo faster and harder in and out of me. And then Bob's hand reached down between my legs and took hold of it and began pumping it hard and last.
I pulled off his cock. "I'm gonna come," I moaned. "Easy."
Instantly his movements stopped and he pulled the dildo from my hole, completely. He flung it from the bed and I heard it land with a loud diunip on the floor.
Bob was a madman now. He pushed me wildly, back onto the bed. My head hit the pillow and made a loud, thrashing sound. Then I felt his strong hands prying my legs open, spreading my legs wide, and then his hard masculine body was on top of me. Frantically he shifted around, reaching down between his legs and taking his horse cock in his fingers. He guided it gently toward my gaping, hungry hole.
In one savage lunge he filled me-filled me completely. In one stroke he had reduced me to a whimpering mass of feelings.
"Give it to me. Give it to me," I moaned. "Let me have it Let me have it good."
He responded to my words with brutal violent force. He slammed into me over and over, banging my pussy like it had never been before.
His hard, muscled chest crushed my chest, flattened my breasts completely between our two writhing bodies.
I wanted to scream-scream at the top of my lungs. Anything to let out some of he tension that was mounting ... building to the breaking point inside of me. It was unbearable, but yet, magnificent. It was agony ... but it was ecstasy at the same moment.
"Oh Bob ... Bob ... Bob," I screamed.
"Fuck, baby fuck! Fuck that cock like you've never done. Take it all!"
Instinctively, my legs opened wider and I took more of the hard flesh into me. His dick was making strange gushing sounds as it worked its way in and out of my moist hot, burning cunt
"Possess me," I screamed. "Own me!" My hand clutched at his hard body, my fingernails dug into his biceps. My body jerked. I was gone to the world; completely lost in the throes of passion.
I felt his own body jerk on top of me. I felt him stiffen; all his muscles tense. He wrapped one arm around my shoulder and slid the other under my ass, pulling me tighter to him. He was groaning low and began to move in hard, circular thrusts.
"Now!" he screamed. "Now!"
And at the same moment I felt my own tensions burst forth, reaching the acme of passion. I felt my juices flow amid a shower of pain and ecstasy I felt his load shooting deep into my body. He flooded me and it made me give in to him. I couldn't hold myself back any longer.
After it was over, we lay there panting, locked in a carnal embrace. I forgot the next room. I forgot Bob. I was satisfied and I was in ecstasy.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The ride back from the house was quiet ... strained. Everyone was involved in their own thoughts. I suppose that the only one who was really happy was Bob. He'd had himself a good old time.
Perhaps it was only wishful thinking, but Linda and Gil didn't seem any too happy. They didn't seem to be as cozy ... cuddly with each other as they were, usually.
Gil had caught my eyes several times, and each and every time he'd smile ... warmly. He had given me those secret looks across-looks that couldn't be mistaken-looks that could only mean one thing.
We were all sitting around the apartment making small talk. It was strained and I was uncomfortable. I didn't know how the others felt. I hoped that Gill and I weren't transparent; hoped that Linda couldn't see through our facade. But that was silly, I told myself. If she had, she would have said something ... done something. She wasn't exactly what you would call a passive person.
Suddenly, Linda broke the silence in the room.
"I think I'm gonna get out of this outfit. It's wilted from the heat." She got up from the sofa, moving toward the bedroom.
Almost as if it were planned, after Linda left the room, Bob stood and began walking toward the bathroom. .
"Nature calls," he smiled at me, moving toward the John.
I held my breath until he was gone and the door was closed behind him. Then I let out a sigh. I wanted to leap into Gil's arms, wanted him to kiss me, to hold me. But I knew it was impossible. I knew it would be much too risky, so I stayed where I was, across from him. I simply smiled at him-a free uninhibited, warm smile.
His voice was low, almost a whisper. "Would it be possible for you to get out tonight?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, after I leave. Can you make some excuse, say like half an hour later, and meet me?"
"I don't know," I stated. But then I suddenly realized what was most important and smiled again. "Yes," I continued, "I can."
"Good!"
"Where?" I asked, in a whispered tone. "Down by the shell in the esplanade."
"All right I'll meet you there an hour after you leave."
"Okay," he smiled, and leaned back in the seat and lit a cigarette.
"How about a drink?" he asked, his tone normal again almost too loud, almost too obvious. But he wanted Linda and Bob to hear.
"Sure. What'll it be?" I asked, my own voice as loud as his.
"Got some scotch?"
"You bet"
"On the rocks," he continued.
I was glad to get up and get out of the living room to the tiny kitchen. Happy that I wouldn't have to be there when Linda got back.
I purposely rinsed the glasses and stood there polishing them with a soft dish cloth. I purposely took my time getting the liquor down, getting the ice out, waiting ...
"Did I hear someone talking about a drink?" Linda asked as she walked past the kitchen.
"What'll it be?" I asked.
"Scotch'll do ... nicely."
Then it dawned on me. If I could get Linda smashed, she'd probably just fall into bed, exhausted, and fad into a deep sleep. I wouldn't have to make any excuses.
I poured equal portions of scotch into both glasses, but I was well aware that Gil could handle his liquor much better than Linda. Well aware of the fact that if Linda had another one like this, the accumulative effect of the alcohol she had been drinking all day would catch up with her again.
Humming, I brought the two drinks into the living room.
As I placed the drink in Linda's hand I curtsied and said, "At your service, ma'am."
"You're gonna spoil me, Rosalie. I'm gonna get used to this service.
"A little service never hurt anyone," I said, and handed the other drink to Gil.
"Aren't you joining us?" he asked.
"I don't think so. I had plenty today."
"Oh, one little one won't hurt, Rosalie."
"No, I'd rather not," I said.
"Prude!" she smiled and sipped at her drink.
Bob moved back into the room and sat beside me on the arm of the chair.
"Don't I rate?" he questioned, jokingly.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Don't I get a drink too?"
"Oh, I'm sorry!" I leaped to my feet. "Scotch?" I asked. "Why not?" he answered.
"Coming up," I smiled, and began busying myself making his drink.
The three of them were involved in conversation, and for the first time all evening it seemed to be relaxed and friendly again. I couldn't tell if it actually was, or if it was just that I was so relieved that I would be seeing Gil later that everything seemed fine again.
Everyone sat around drinking- ... talking.
I sat there, waiting ... watching my watch, patiently.
I thought she'd never fall asleep. She had had a second and a third drink. Instead of being exhausted, she was talkative; rambling on about every insignificant trivia detail of her summer plans-about her wardrobe, her hairdo's. But, strangely enough, she hardly mentioned Gil's name.
But at last, she shut up and now, after several minutes ... painful minutes, her breathing was heavy and even. She hadn't stirred from her position, but still was patient. I wanted to make sure. I didn't want anything to go wrong. It was too important to me to have any slip ups.
I laid there in the dark room, listening to her, staring across the double bed in the dimness.
I moved my arm, slowly, inching it up toward my face, until the small that of my watch was directly in front of my face. I was due there in twenty minutes. It would take me ten to dress and get out of the house, and ten to get over there. I had to leave now. I had no more time to waste.
Ever so slowly, I pulled the lightweight blanket off my body and moved one leg painfully, slowly, toward the edge of the mattress. I felt it slide off onto the floor. Then I began to move my other leg. Just as my ankle edged over the mattress, the old rickety bed squeaked, moaned out loudly beneath me.
In the silent room, it sounded like a bomb had gone off.
Quickly I spun my head in Linda's direction. But, seemingly, she was still asleep; still in deep slumber ... so I thought.
I was frozen in my position; afraid to move. Afraid that the bed springs would give me away. But yet I had to; I had to get out of there. I had to dress quickly and meet Gil.
I began moving slowly, again, edging myself up onto my elbow and then my hands. I eased my second foot down onto the floor and reached behind me and grabbed the bed post for support. I lifted my body from the mattress completely.
Success, I thought. Not a sound. I had purposely folded my clothing and placed it in a neat pile on the chair next to my side of the bed. I was bending over, collecting it, when suddenly, the room burst into light.
I felt like a thief caught in the act. My face felt hot I was sure it was flushed. Sure that she would know if she saw me.
"Going somewhere?" she asked, her tone cold, not at all sleepy.
She had been awake all the time! It was just waiting for the moment, this opportunity to catch me at my own game that had kept her silent
"Yes," I answered. "I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd go for a walk."
"A walk?" She echoed my word. "At this hour!"
"Not much else to do. I wanted to get out of the apartment so I wouldn't disturb you."
"How sweet," she said. I couldn't detect any special meaning to her voice. "It's not safe ... especially for a girl who's as attractive as you to roam around the streets of Boston at this hour."
"Oh, I'm not afraid," I answered.
"You're too dumb to be," she responded, her voice taking on a lighter tone.
"Well, I can't just lie here in bed."
"Okay, why don't we both go?"
Her words hit my skull like a brick; resounded through my head, bouncing off my brain. I felt my body stiffen.
Don't be silly! If you can sleep, you might as well get your rest"
"I'm sort of awake, now, myself."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."
"I know," she said.
"Maybe you're right," I said, feeling bitter ... angry. "Maybe it's not safe for two girls to go walking. Maybe we should try and go to sleep."
"I sort of like the idea of a walk," she went on. "But you're right. We shouldn't be alone. I have a fantastic idea," she continued.
"What is it," I asked, almost afraid.
"Why don't we call Gil and have him join us?"
I didn't know what to say; didn't know what to do. I still hadn't faced her, but at this moment, I was furious. I didn't want to hurt Linda, that's why I was doing all this sneaking around, hiding behind her back. But, if she did know, she would have played this game with me. She didn't care about my feelings.
I spun on my heels and stared hotly into her eyes.
"Now, I ask you, why would you want to go and do something like that?"
"For protection, Rosalie. Why else?"
"I don't know. But it seems silly to wake Gil up at this hour because you and I can't sleep."
"I'm sure he wouldn't mind. After all, he loves both of us."
My words froze in my throat. I was afraid my eyes would give me away; afraid that she would see right through me.
I was thankful, at this point, that she turned away from me and took the phone from the night table and dialed Gill's number.
"That's strange," she said. "What?" I asked, sharply. "There's no answer."
"Maybe he's not home, yet"
"Brilliant deduction," she said and giggled. "Maybe he and Bob stopped for a drink, or something."
"Yeah ... or something."
Linda hung up the phone and pushed the covers aside, getting to her feet
"What are you doing?" I asked. "I'm getting dressed."
"Why?"
'Because I thought we were going for a walk."
"Where to?"
"I don't know. Wherever you had in mind."
"I had no place in particular to go."
"Good, then. We'll take a walk over to Commonwealth Avenue."
I knew what she meant. I knew where she wanted to walk ... Gil's apartment was by the avenue. But, at this point, I didn't want to make a fuss. I didn't want things any more tense than they were already.
"Okay," I said, beginning to put my own clothing on. "You're the boss."
She looked in my direction and smiled, without saying a word-without giving me any indication of what she was thinking-of what she was feeling.
"While we're over on Commonwealth," she said, "We might even stop in on Gil."
"But if he's not there?"
"We'll wait. Won't he be surprised when he sees the two of us ... "
CHAPTER NINE
"This is ridiculous," I snapped. "We've been here for over an hour. How long are you going to wait for him?"
"As long as it takes, Rosalie." Linda's voice was cool, defiant.
My insides were in a turmoil. I had no idea what was going to happen when Gil got there. I had no idea what his reaction was going to be when he saw the two of us together like this.
"He probably went out with Bob, like I said."
"'Probably," isn't good enough. I want to know where he was."
"You're so damned suspicious, Linda!"
"I'm not suspicious at all. Just careful. I want to know the rules of the game that we're playing." What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just that, 'cause I got news: what's good for the goose is good for the gander."
"Oh, really," I snapped. "Sometimes you get me so damned mad!"
"So leave!"
"Don't be so snippy!"
"No one's asking you to sit here with me!"
"What the hell's wrong with you, Linda. Ever since school let you free, you've been bitchy to everyone around you."
"I have my reasons."
I wondered about those reasons. I wondered why, now that I thought back to it, she had been. She'd been being nasty ... hard to get along with long before Gil and I had anything to do with each other. I wondered if Linda realized the end was near; wondered d she knew her relationship with Gil was about to end ... wondered if she had any inkling that mine was just about to begin.
'Well, speak of the devil! Look who's walking down the street," Linda said, coquettishly.
My heart was pounding against my rib cage. I was a nervous wreck. I wished there were some way I could warn him; some way to explain. But I was going to have to do it with my eyes-right in front of Linda.
He had no idea. He was sad ... it was all over his face. Casually, I glanced down at my watch. He had been waiting well over an hour. He was probably wondering why I didn't show. But he'd find out soon enough.
He was less than half a block away, and still he didn't see; had no idea of what was waiting for him.
I had to give him some kind of advance warning.
"Hi, Gil," I blurted.
Suddenly his face swung up from the ground. A smile crossed his features. And then his eyes caught Linda's.
I was smiling broadly, happily, so as to let him know Linda had no idea. He looked from Linda's severe features to my smiling happy one, quizzically, and I wondered what was going through his head.
"We couldn't sleep and decided to take a walk," I called out to him when he was abut twenty feet from us.
"Is it necessary to yell?" Linda said, sassily.
"Come off it, Linda," I snapped. My own anger was beginning to rise inside me, now.
"Come off what?" she asked.
"I'll talk to you later about that," I said, walking down the couple of steps to the sidewalk.
Gil had reached the stoop and smiled sheepishly at Linda.
"Where have you been?" Her tone was demanding; not at all like a question.
"Out walking," he said. "Walking and thinking," he continued." His tone was somber and the smile had left his face.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, slowly, caution sounding in her voice.
"Just that," he answered.
"What were you thinking about?"
"Things, in general," he continued.
"Like what?" she asked, her tone softer now.
"I don't think I want to go into it, now."
"Why not? You're among friends."
"That's not the point, Linda. Now don't push me."
"Okay, have it your way," she said, laughing. It was a false unsincere laugh. "How about inviting us up for a drink?" she went on.
"I think you've had enough tonight," he countered.
"Why don't you let me decide that. I'm a big girl, now."
"Suit yourself," he said, casually, climbing the steps as he spoke. Linda and I followed.
All the way to his third floor apartment we were silent. None of us had very much to say. I was waiting to hear the explosion; wondering if it would come tonight ... now.
Bob unlocked the door and flicked the light on. I'd never seen his apartment before. It was nice. Large, clean rooms, bright and cheerful. He maintained it all year around and so it was quite livable and nice.
"You know where I keep the liquor," he said, hanging his lightweight jacket in the front closet.
Linda started walking toward the kitchen and then turned toward me. "Anyone joining me?"
I shook my head no.
"No, I don't think so," Gil said, sighing deeply and walking into the living room he sat in a large comfortable chair.
As soon as Linda was out of sight in the kitchen, Gil turned in my direction and looked at me, quizzically, examining my face. And then, with a gesture toward the kitchen, he asked what was wrong.
I shrugged my shoulders. And it was true. I really had no idea of what was bugging Linda. At first I thought she was hip to the scene between Gil and I. But as time went by, I realized she was troubled by other things and this was just a manifestation of it.
I moved into the living room and sat on the sofa across from Gil. "Got a cigarette for an old friend?" I asked wearily.
"Sure," he said, reaching into his pocket and lighting it for me, and handing it across the coffee table.
"Thanks," I answered, taking the smoking cigarette from his fingers.
Linda reappeared in the doorway, laughing. "I think this is great fun," she said. "We should have more days like this." No one answered her.
"I mean, swimming and fun and games during the afternoon Cocktails at our place and then night caps at yours. Too bad Bob isn't here. We could have a little party."
She moved directly to the chair that Gil was sitting in and leaned against the back of it, sipping on her drink quickly. Then, placing it on a table next to the chair, she moved around to the front of it
"You look tired," she said, letting her forefinger slip through the hair on his chest that was showing through the top button of his shirt.
"I am," he said.
"How tired?"
"Very tired," he continued, flatly.
Linda slid down until she was sitting on his lap. I wanted to scream, to jump up and run out of the apartment. But I knew I couldn't do that. I knew I had to stay and see this thing through.
Linda's head moved toward his, and I saw her kiss him on the lips. But he didn't respond. He didn't wrap his arms around her, hold her tight, and fill her mouth with his tongue. He sat there, passively.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I told you, I'm tired."
"You can't be that tired."
"Come on, Linda. Enough."
"Enough of what?" she asked, defensively.
"You know what I mean."
"No. Maybe you had better explain it."
"Forget it" he said.
"All right, let's do that Now then, where was I ... Oh, yes, I remember," she said, putting her arms around his neck and bringing her lips down on his, again.
Again he didn't respond; didn't move from his position. But Linda wasn't taking no for an answer. She reached down behind her and took his hands, putting them around her waist.
"That's better," she said, and again dove for his lips.
"I have a better idea," she said. "What do you say you and I take a little walk," she continued, getting to her feet and lifting his hands into her own.
"Come on, Linda. We have company."
"That never bothered you before."
"Well. We've got company and it bothers me now. Now let's act a little sane, huh?"
"I feel like I am. I'm acting perfectly sane ... perfectly human."
"Just try to calm down," he said. "Sit down and drink your drink, huh?"
"I don't want my drink. I want you!"
"Linda, we'll talk about it another time." His voice was threatening, but Linda completely overlooked it.
"Come on," she said, tugging at his hand:
Suddenly Gil leaped to his feet. His face was contorted with anger.
"All right, Linda. You wanna take a little walk? Let's go," he said through clenched teeth. Grabbing her arm he pushed her forcefully through the room and around the bend into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
I heard his voice raised in anger, but I couldn't make out the words. Only sounds. I heard Linda. Then I heard a loud slapping sound and I jumped in my seat; almost able to feel the sting on pay own flesh.
I wondered what to do now. Whether to run in and stop them or whether to let them handle their own problems.
"Bastard!" I head Linda's voice, loud and shrill. "Dirty bastard!"
Again I heard the sound of slapping ... and then again and again, until I thought I would scream, until I thought I would jump out of my skin.
Before I knew what was happening I was flying through the apartment and bursting into the bedroom.
Gil had Linda backed up against the wall, his fist clenched on the front of her blouse. His hand struck out at her lace, striking it back and forth.
"Stop it!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Stop it!" I burst into tears as I ran and threw myself into the middle of the fighting pair.
"Get out of here, Rosalie!" Gil snapped. "This little bitch has been asking for it for a long time and now she's going to get what she deserves."
"Stop it, Gil, stop it!" I pleased, reaching up and catching his hand in mid-air before it had time to strike Linda's red and raw face again.
Linda took this opportunity to reach out and claw Gil's face, leaving red lines down the side of his cheek, drawing blood.
"You little bitch!" he snarled. "I'll kill you," he yelled, reaching up and touching his face, feeling the fluid.
He was like a wild man; striking out at her with closed fists, now, hitting her all over.
I was hysterical. I didn't know what to do. I tried holding on to his arm, but my strength was no match for his. Linda's and my total combined strength was nowhere near a match for Gill, especially in his present rage.
I had to stop them. I had to stop this thing before he killed her. So I took a deep breath and leaped in front of Linda.
Gill, in his rage, continued with the blow he had sent for Linda's face. But instead, it caught me right on the jaw with full force and sent me flying, knocking over a table and a lamp, coming to rest on the floor, half conscious.
Suddenly there was a dead silence in the room. Suddenly the two of them became frozen.
Linda stared down at me in terror. I reached for my jaw and saw the blood dripping down my arm. I had cut it on the lamp where it broke. There were deep gouged from my elbow to my wrist and the blood was pouring out of me.
"My God," Gil moaned, and fell to his knees next to me, taking my head and cradling it in his lap.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Rosalie," he moaned, over and over.
Linda raced over and took my arm. She took one look at it and dashed from the room, frantically.
"Stop her! Stop her, Gil," I whimpered. "No, Rosalie. Let her go."
But then I heard her in the bathroom running the water d realized she hadn't left the apartment at all. In a second she returned with a wet cloth and towel. Again she raced toward my form and began wiping the blood from my arm.
"Are you all right?" she asked, her voice full of real concern.
"Yes," I said. "Yes, I am."
"Thank God for that."
"These cuts are pretty nasty," she said, sympathetically, does it hurt?"
"No," I said. "A couple of band-aids and I'll be fine."
"I'll get them," Gil said, taking my arm and helping me my feet.
He led me over to the bed and sat me down. Linda was holding the wet cloth over my arm. And then Gil disappeared from the room for a moment and came back carrying a box of bandages.
"Here," Linda said, "Let me have them."
"You're not capable!" he snarled.
"You bastard!" she yelled.
"Please," I moaned. "Please. Not again. Not now."
"Okay. Okay. Keep calm, Rosalie. I swear. No more," I whispered. "What I have to say to Linda will wait till morrow," he continued, moving in and patting my head.
I looked up at both of them and smiled weakly, "Thanks," I answered.
"I'm sorry, Rosalie. I really am. I'm sorry you had to involved in this."
"I'm sorry it had to happen," I answered softly.
Gil had taken some band-aids out and was opening them and covering my cut arm. After a moment or two the bleeding seemed to subside.
"Look. Why don't we all get a good night's sleep," I said, "And we'll feel a lot better tomorrow. We have all been drinking plenty tonight and everyone knows people aren't really themselves when they've had as much as we've had," I said, nervously.
"All right," Linda said. "Let's go back to the apartment.'
"Do you want me to walk you back?" Gil said.
"No," I said. "Thank you. We can make it."
Without another word Linda and I walked out of the bedroom toward the front door. As she stepped forward to open it, I looked over my shoulder quickly, as Gil's face reflected a weak smile as he blew a kiss into the air at me. I returned my glance to the door and walked out. Linda followed and closed the door.
We were silent the walk home. We hardly said a word. It was all so mechanical as we entered our own apartment, walked into the bedroom and began undressing again, just as we had earlier that night.
And then, without a word, we got into bed and Linda reached for a cigarette.
"You want one?" she said.
"Thanks," I answered.
She lit two and handed one to me.
"You know, Rosalie ... I'm losing Gil."
I didn't answer.
"I'm not going to let that happen!" she said, her voice filled with anger.
I still said nothing, just lay there in bed, smoking.
"But we won't talk about that now," she said, and leaned back into the pillow.
I smoked the rest of my cigarette in silence. I didn't have very much to say to Linda. My heart ached for her ached for her because she was so miserable, so unhappy. But yet, at the same time, I realized that she brought on her own problems. She forced Gill to shy away from their relationship. She had forced him into my arms, and for that, I couldn't feel sorry for her. I knew that if it were me I would have been good to him-as I was going to be-would have done what was right. I would have given him things he needed. He didn't want a show girl. He wanted somebody to care about him, somebody who could make him a home. Give him children. Make him feel like somebody in this world. Something more than just a guy with a gorgeous body and a big prick. And that's just what I was going to do. I was going to give Gil everything he ever wanted because he was everything I ever wanted. Everything I ever needed. All wrapped up in one person.
I butted out my cigarette in the ashtray and reached for the light on my night table, flipping it off. Linda did the same and he room was in darkness.
"I'm sorry, Rosalie. I really am. I would have gotten you hurt like that for all the tea in China."
"Forget it," I said. "I'm all right."
"I know ... but you could have been hurt a lot worse."
"Don't worry, Linda. I know you have problems right now. I know it's not your fault."
"Do you? Do you really understand, Rosalie?" she asked, moving in closer, her hug tightening even more.
"Yes," I said nervously, "Yes, I do."
It was then, for the first time, I realized her body was nude. She was completely naked. I felt her breasts pressing against my side, felt her stomach, the hair around her cunt brushing my leg. And my body involuntarily stiffened, slightly.
"It's so important to me that somebody understand. That somebody care."
"I do," I said, wanting to comfort her. "I really do."
"I'm so glad. I'm so happy. It's so important to me. You're important to me. You know that, don't you?"
"You're important to me, too," I said, uncomfortably.
Then it happened. My head exploded. I saw stars as I felt Linda's hand on my breast.
I went to speak, but couldn't. The words froze in my throat. I couldn't believe this was happening. I couldn't believe that Linda was abut to make love to me.
I went to sit up, to leap out of bed, but she held me tightly.
"Don't ... don't go," she whimpered. "Linda ... Linda, don't!"
But it was as if she didn't hear me. Her fingers squeezed my breast possessively, held it, massaged it, like only a woman could. Firmly yet gently, knowing exactly what to do. Knowing exactly what a woman wanted ... what a woman needed.
I gasped as her hands moved down over my stomach and touched me in that part that made me a woman. Reflexively, against my own will, my legs spread and she, touched my cunt lips with her fingers ... probing, moving into me.
"Stop it!" I cried. "Please, Linda. Stop it. Stop it now ... before it's too late."
She didn't answer me. She didn't say a word; just continued. In and out, in and out Her fingers moved expertly, quickly. Long slender fingers. Her lips crashed down onto my breast and she nibbled, gently, on the tip of my nipple until it was hard erect All the while her fingers were working under my panties. In a matter of seconds, with her knowledge of female feeling, she had me moaning: a willing prisoner in bed.
"That's it," she said. Her tone coaxed me, even though it was cool and hard. At this point nothing mattered except finding release, relief from the terrible tension, the terrible heat I felt in my loins.
She pushed back the covers and knelt between my spread legs, pulling gently on the waistband of my panties. I lifted my hips off the mattress to assist her as she continued tugging them downward over my legs and then, finally, past my ankles. Without further hesitation, without any preliminaries, she bent down and began lapping at my cunt, licking the sensitive flesh there, spreading my cunt lips wide and sucking on my clit And then, a steady rhythm of her tongue moving in and out.
Into the secret places that only a woman knew would send another woman out of her mind, her tongue went.
My head thrashed back and forth on the pillow and I clutched at the sheets on the bed, squeezing with all of my might to keep from yelling out.
Even then, in the moment before I was overcome, I tried ... tried to stop her.
"Please, please," I moaned. "Please, stop it. Stop it, Linda. Stop it.."
Without warning my body stiffened and jerked, spasmatically. My cunt opened and released the flood ... the pool of pent up tension.
And suddenly I reached for her head; held it as I ground my cunt up into her face. Hard. Fast. And then it was over. Then I felt disgusted. Angered. Upset. But I was too tired to think. The day had been one hell of an ordeal. Now, the only thing I could think of was sleep ... and escape.
CHAPTER TEN
The sun filled the room. It was bright and cheerful, but my mood was glum. As I opened my eyes, the first thing in my head was last night with Linda. I didn't know how I was going to face her. I didn't know what kind of change this would make in our relationship. I didn't know what she would expect. But I knew one thing, and that was for damned sure: it would never happen again. It wasn't my scene. I was sorry for her, but there was only so much a person could do. I would be willing to be her friend; willing to help her as much as I could. Even after she and Gill were finished. I really didn't want to hurt Linda at all. That wasn't my purpose.
Slowly I twisted in the bed until I was on my back; my eyes closed. And then, girding up all the courage I had, I turned toward her side of the bed and opened my eyes. But she wasn't mere. I sighed with relief and jumped from the bed, quickly reaching for a robe.
The bedroom door was open and there wasn't a sound coming from the apartment, anywhere. I was grateful, relieved, that perhaps Linda wasn't even here. Perhaps she had already gone out.
I glanced at the clock: twelve-twenty. I was really exhausted to have slept this late. I headed for the bathroom to clean up and tried, desperately, to get my thoughts organized before she returned.
I had dressed and had breakfast and started straightening out the apartment It had become a real mess in the last few days. I was happy as I cleaned, humming to myself, thinking of the day I'd be doing it for Gill; thinking of the day I'd be doing it for his children.
I pulled the blind and let the sun fill the room. After I had cleaned every thing there was, I began re-arranging the furniture.
After the apartment was finished, I stepped back and admired my work. It looked real cute. Real homey. Nothing like the place we had-rented, at all. I was tempted to call Gil. I was tempted to call Gil over to see what I had done, but I knew that was wrong.
I went back into the bedroom and glanced at the clock again. It was almost five. I had been cleaning all day long. Suddenly I wondered where Linda was, but decided not to worry about it. I'd find out when she got back.
Suddenly, the door burst open and Linda came bouncing in, all full of smiles. She looked at me but didn't say a word, just sort of a stare, which went right through me.
"Hi," I said, cautiously, not knowing what to expect after last night.
"Hello," she said, her tone dripping frigidity.
"What's new?" I asked, fishing around for more information.
"Not much," she said, her voice notably filled with hostility.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked.
"Nothing," she said, again.
"Where have you been all day?"
"None of your goddamned business."
I couldn't understand what was wrong with her. I couldn't understand why she was being so rotten.
"Look, Linda. If you're upset about last night, we can just forget it"
"Forget what?" She spun on her heels to face me.
"You know what I'm talking about."
"No, I don't. Why don't you tell me, Rosalie."
"Well, what happened between you and I last night."
"What happened? Suppose you tell me about it?"
"Come on, Linda. Don't play games with me. I know damned well you didn't forget it. Don't play dumb."
"I didn't forget it. Not one little detail of how you seduced me. You freak!"
"What!" I screamed.
"You heard me," she snarled.
"You gotta be nuts. You really do, Linda."
"I wouldn't talk about being nuts if I were you!" she snapped and spun toward the bedroom and stomped away.
I was furious. I was in a rage. I wanted to take something and smash it over her head. How dare she. I wouldn't have minded d she felt badly about it I wouldn't have minded had she been upset. I could understand that. But to blame it on me was too much.
I went running into the bedroom after he. "What the hell are you talking about, Linda," I screamed.
"Just that. I've said all I had to say. Now I'm packing."
"Packing?" I asked, questioningly.
"That's right! I'm moving in with Gil until you can find yourself an apartment."
Then it hit me. Suddenly I realized what was happening. Suddenly I realized that this two-timing, phony bitch was trying to pull of a dandy.
"You're moving in where?" My words were calm ... cool.
"That's right, Rosalie. You heard me correctly. I'm moving in with Gil. Me and him, together. That sort of lets you out, now, doesn't it?"
"You bastard!" I screamed and ran at her. I grabbed hold of her hair and yanked as hard as I could, pulling her backward from the dresser and sending her sprawling on the floor.
"You little bitch! Stay away from me!" she screamed. I'll kill you! I swear to God I will, Linda. You lying bastard."
I saw stars and I charged for her form, letting go with everything I had; smashing out at the air, striking her anywhere I could.
She was screaming. "Stop it! Stop it!"
"I won't stop until you tell the truth," I yelled back, slapping her over and over. Her arms came up and crossed over her face for protection, but that didn't stop me. I struck at her breasts, her stomach, her ass-anywhere I could hit her.
Suddenly Linda rolled over and jumped to her feet.
"Okay, if you wanna play that way, I can play too," she said and picked up the clock-radio from the dresser and flung it, hard ... straight at me.
I ducked out of the way and it smashed into a thousand little pieces against the wall.
When I looked again, Linda had a heavy crystal ashtray flying through the air.
Again she missed me, and I took this opportunity to charge in at her, tackling her like a football dummy.
This time she fought back, grabbing for my hair and yanking as hard as she could. She started letting go with slaps of her own that landed hard on my face.
I reached out, grabbing onto her blouse and yanked as hard as I could. The material ripped and opened. I reached again, trying to get her throat, closed my fingers around it, squeezed it as hard as I could. Her own hands came up and long sharp fingernails dug into my arms until I let go in agony.
I turned just in the nick of time to avoid her knee in my crotch and let go with a backhand of my own that connected and sent her sprawling across the bed.
"Are you going to tell the truth, you little creep?" I screamed, grabbing hold of her hair and yanking her backward as she tried to get up.
"I did. I told the truth!" she screamed. "I told it right down to the very last detail. Just the way you went down on me. I told it all to Gil! Told him how you forced me to do it!"
"You told him what? You told Gill all of that?" I screamed. "You bastard. You bastard!" I repeated over and over. I felt the venom rising up inside of me. I felt it taking over. I wanted to kill her; wanted to see her lying on the floor in a pool of blood, dying slowly. I wanted to step on her, spit on her. She was no good. I tried to protect her feelings, tried to make it easier on her. I snuck around behind her back so she wouldn't feel badly, be hurt, and this is how she repaid me. "And what did Gill say?" I yelled.
"He told me I better get away from you. I better move in with him, if that's how it was."
"The two of you are bastards! The two of you deserve each other," I yelled, tears welling up in my eyes and streaming down my face. Linda jumped to her feet and went running for the door.
"Oh, no you don't," I screamed. "You're not going to go running back to him and tell him I started this!"
I charged for her again and caught up with her in the living room, pushing her as hard as I could. She fell backward over a chair and landed on the floor.
"I'm warning you," I said, trying to gain control of myself ... of my voice. "I'm giving you this one chance to come clean and tell Gil the truth. 'Cause if you don't, I swear, you'll be the sorriest girl who ever lived!"
"Don't threaten me," she said. "I got what's important. I got Gil and that's all I care about."
"You don't care about him." I was snarling. "You only care about yourself; about what he can do for you, about his cock. That's as far as your concern goes."
"And I suppose you're better, Little Miss Prim."
"Yeah, I am!" I countered. "You didn't like it when I was a virgin. You didn't like it when I was waiting for the right person to come along. You were jealous because you were nothing more than a whore, putting out for anybody and everyone who came along!"
"Is that so!"
"Yeah, that's so! And we both know it, Linda."
"I'm afraid now you're gonna have to go out and find your own boyfriend now that mine isn't available any more."
"That's what you think," I said. "Hove Gil and Gill loves me in a way that he could never love you. I never wanted to hurt you, Linda, that's why the two of us snuck around your back. It was finished between you and Gil before you left for that weekend at home. It was him who came after me; not the other way around."
"I don't believe you, you slut!" she yelled.
"Believe what you want. But I'll tell you. I'm not about to give Gil up so easily."
"I'm afraid you have no choice."
"We'll see about that. I'm gonna get to him and make sure he knows the truth."
"Let me tell you something, Rosalie. When it comes to acting, I'm a pretty good actress. And Gill believes everything I said. So don't get any smart ideas."
"What do you want him for?" I sobbed. "You can't make him happy. And he can't make you happy. What do you want to ruin two lives for?"
"Oh, dear!" she said, sarcastically. "Little Miss Prim can't have her own way. And look how upset she gets!"
"Knock it off Linda," I warned.
"Or what's gonna happen?"
"I'm gonna knock some of those phony caps of yours right down your cock-sucking throat. That's what's gonna happen!"
"Don't push me, Rosalie," she said, her courage mounting.
"Don't you push me, either. Now get on the phone and call Gil and tell him the truth!"
"Are you serious?" she laughed. "Yes. I'm serious," I said. "Now do it!"
"Never happen!"
"I'm warning you, Linda."
"Warn all you want!"
"Now! Do it now!"
"No!" She was firm
"Okay, then. I guess I'm gonna have to make you."
The room fell into silence as she prepared for my attack. "Stay away from me, Rosalie. Just stay away!"
"Are you gonna call?"
"No!"
"You asked for it," I said, running at her again and catching hold of her hair.
"Let go! Stop it!" she cried out as I pulled with all my might. Her own hands flew to her head and she tried to release her hair from my grip. But I was a wild woman and had the strength of three people. As I yanked on her hair with one hand I punched randomly at her body with the other.
She let go of her own hair and began scratching ... biting, kicking. And the two of us were really at it, this time. Hands, arms, legs, flying in every direction.
She knocked my feet out from under me with her foot and I landed with a thud on the hard floor. She tried to run away, but I grabbed hold of her ankle and pulled her down with me, quickly pinning her to the floor with my own body weight.
Suddenly, as if she were a super-woman, she threw me off her body, and leaped on top of me. She was in the vantage point, now. She was pinning me to the floor and unmercifully her hands struck out at my face. I felt the blood starting to run from my nose and went blind with rage. I tugged as hard as I could on my arms, pulling them out from under her and then dug in with my own hands into her flesh.
She screamed out in agony and leaped from me.
"Are you ready to talk now ? Are you ready to tell the truth?"
"Never! I'm just going to use this against you. I'm gonna tell Gil you found out and wanted me to stay with you and when I told you I was going back to him you flew into a rage and beat up on me. How's that for strengthening my story?"
"I hate you!" I screamed. "I hate you" I never met anyone so sick in all my life. It'll never last between you and Gil. It could never work out. He could never love a person as dishonest and disloyal as you are. It couldn't ever be between the two of you. Why don't you let Gill and I be happy, for God's sake? Why don't you let the two of us love each other in peace?" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Because I want him!" she yelled.
"But to you he's just another person to go to bed with. You'll hurt him," I kept screaming.
"I don't care about him," she yelled back at me. "I care about me! No one walks out on me! You got that, Rosalie? No one! I don't care if you get hurt or if he gets hurt. I'm sticking to my story. And when I'm ready to let him go, then, and only then, will I let him walk out. Got it?" she screamed.
I flew into her again. I wanted to kill her. I was banging her head against the wall, when, suddenly, the door burst open and Gil came running into the room.
Immediately he came running across the room and pulled me from Linda.
I looked from Linda to Gil and our eyes met and held for an instant. But then, I couldn't tolerate it; couldn't stand being in the same room with the two of them after what Linda had said. I had to be away from them. The two of them could kill me. The two of them had hurt me so much I didn't want to live.
I turned and ran as fast as I could from the apartment I realized I was only strengthening Linda's story. But I didn't care. I couldn't think right now.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I don't know how I made it to Bob's, with the blood streaming out of my nose and my clothes in a mess. But when I finally did I staggered up the stairs and rang his bell. I wanted to cry when there was no answer, but instead, I slouched down against the wall and sat in front of his door. I knew he was the only one I could turn to, now. I certainly couldn't go running home like a scared little girl. I couldn't go rushing back to mommie and daddy now and admit I had faded. I was hurt. I needed someone to console me. Every time I thought of Linda and Gil together I wanted to the. I wanted to take a knife and stab it right through my heart. I just couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe everything that had happened. It all became too much for me and I broke into hysterical sobs, again.
I was sitting there, crying hysterically, when Bob came walking up the stairs. He took one look at me and came flying over to me.
"My God, Rosalie! What's wrong?" he asked, kneeling down and holding me close. "What happened to you, for God's sake? Tell me. Are you all right?" His voice was eager ... filled with concern.
"Yes," I sobbed, "I'm all right At least, physically."
"Come on. Let me get you inside," his tone was soft, filled with compassion.
He helped me to my feet and pulled the key from his pocket and unlocked the door and let me into his apartment. He kicked the door closed behind us and led me into the bedroom.
"Here. Lie down, while I get a cold rag and fix you up a little."
I didn't resist. I let him place me on the rumpled bed.
He took my shoes off and then disappeared. He came back in a moment with a wash cloth, dripping with water.
"Here. Sit up," he said, putting his hand behind me and helping me up and then dabbing the cold liquid around my face, wiping away the dried blood from my nose and mouth.
When he'd washed all the blood off he threw the cloth to the side and got up again. Moving to his dresser, he pulled out a white shirt.
"It may not be the best fit, but it sure as hell's better than what you're wearing," he smiled, tenderly.
For the first time I realized that my blouse was ripped to shreds; that I had run through the streets with only my bra covering me. Suddenly, on top of everything else, I was mortified at the thought.
I accepted his help in removing my blouse, or what was left of it and into his shirt. I was glad that for once he wasn't trying to make love; not now, at least
"Come on," he said, "I'll buy you a cup of coffee and you can tell me what's wrong."
"No. I don't want to go out, Bob," I whimpered and threw myself into his arms.
"It'll be all right, baby. I promise. Whatever it is, I'll help you," he said, and squeezed me tight against his warm body.
"Thanks. It's important to me."
"You can count on me, hon. I swear."
"Tell you what," he went on, "I'll fix us a drink. That should help to relax you."
He led me into the living room and sat me on the sofa, where I sat until he fixed two stiff drinks and handed me one.
I lifted the glass and nearly drained it of its contents. "How about it?" he asked, "what's this all about?"
Without hesitation or restraint, I poured out the whole sordid story, breaking into tears now and again. He listened intently, his body tensing as I proceeded. Finally, when I finished, there was a long silence. I didn't know what his reaction would be. I was afraid he would believe the lies that Linda had made up; afraid that he, too, would turn against me. But I was desperate. I needed somebody. And right now, he was my only hope.
Finally, Bob sighed, deeply.
"You're gonna hate me for what I'm gonna tell you," he started, "but now, I guess it all has to come out ... "
"What do you mean," I interrupted.
"Well," he stated, "there's more to it I mean, Linda isn't all that pure. But first, there's something I want you to know ... "
"What do you mean, she isn't pure," I interrupted again. "Tell me what it is, please."
"Well, remember the weekend she was with her sick mother?" I nodded. "She wasn't," he continued, "Where was she?" I asked.
"With me," he said simply. "That call wasn't from her father; it was from me. Her folks were away for the weekend and we planned it all out In fact, we had planned it a couple of weeks before that We-she and I-spent the weekend at her folks" place ... "
There was a long silence before he continued ... "She even put me up to you. She told me that you weren't broken and that I should take you. I liked the idea, so I did."
"But why?" I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"That first night we were together ... " I started, hesitantly, " ... you didn't seem to care, yet you did ... "
"Ros ... I didn't know you. Then, you were just another girl. I didn't want to hurt you be getting involved and then having to drop you if I didn't like what I learned about you."
"And now?"
"Now ... it's different ... " ... "Do you still want Gil?" he asked, feeling beginning to sound in his voice.
"Yes ... Yes, I do," I assured him.
"Then ... I'll fix it," he said, and turned to the telephone.
I sat there numbly, listening to the half conversation from other end until he hung up. I waited.
"You can go home, now, if you like," he said. I'll drive you ... "
When I walked into the apartment, Gil and Linda were sitting next, to each other on the sofa. Linda looked smug when she saw me; Gil looked confused.
"You've got your nerve!" Linda snapped.
"Shut up!" Gil spat. Linda turned to him, questioningly.
"You're gonna take her side, now?" Linda sneered. "After what you know?" she went on.
"Linda, we have some things to talk about like adults. And your idea of talking things out is a little different than mine. It seems that you told me what you wanted me to hear instead of the truth."
"You mean you don't believe me?" she asked, surprised.
"I mean you twisted the facts. That's what I mean."
"I don't understand," she said, defensively.
"That call a while ago," he said, "wasn't just a buddy looking for me ... it was Bob. He told me about your sick mother and your love-in weekend with him. He even told me how you egged him onto Ros."
The look on Linda's face told me she was stunned.
"And the funny story about Ros seducing you," Gil went on, "I should have seen through that, too."
"Shut up, Linda! I don't want to hear any more of your lies," he said to her, his voice cold and hard.
Gil looked across to me and our eyes met and held. I knew what they were saying to me. They were telling me that he was mine. What I wanted so desperately only a few hours ago was now mine. But something held me motionless. Our eyes held, silent words passing back and forth, between us.
Linda sat there, slumped next to him. She was the loser now. She was out in the cold. She couldn't lie any more. Her face was tense, and I could tell she was holding back the tears.
"Ros ... " Gil's voice broke into my own thoughts.
"Yes?" I asked, softly.
"Want me to help you pack? You can stay at my place until we decide a hat to do now," he went on.
And then it happened. Suddenly all my doubts, my questions, my fears were gone. My mind was cleared of dreams and wishes. I knew what had to be done. I got up from my seat and faced the two of them, confidently.
"No," I said. "Why don't you stay here. I can manage for myself," I concluded, starting to turn away.
"Where will you go?" He sounded sincere.
"Does it really matter to you, Gil?" I asked. "Does it really? Are you afraid of losing me, now, or just afraid of losing a bed partner?" I asked.
He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out Linda, too, was speechless.
"I wanted you, Gil," I went on, "I really did. I tried to get you without hurting Linda, but it didn't work out that way. And perhaps it's best. I think that perhaps the two of you were meant for each other, after all."
"What ... ?" he said, stretching out the word.
"Gil, if you really cared for me, you wouldn't have taken her word for everything. You would at least have given me a chance to explain my side of the story."'
"Wait a minute ... !" he said, trying to defend himself.
"No more waiting, Gil. No more sneaking. I lost and now I can face the fact. You lost. Linda lost. And the two best losers should have something ... they should have each other ... "
Without saying anything further, I turned toward the door. Neither of them said a word as I closed it and walked down the sidewalk.
As I headed toward the corner, my head staring at the concrete in front of me, I heard him ...
"Ros, honey ... "
I turned my gaze toward the convertible gliding slowly along the curb beside me. It was Bob.
"Oh Bob ... " I sobbed. "Oh, Bob ... "
"Ros ... come home with me ... will you ... darling?"
"Yes ... yes ... " AT last, finally, I knew what I really wanted-wanted all along.
